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first of all HI HELLO IM SORRY FOR SPAM REBLOGGING ALL OF YOUR STUFF now that that’s out of the way…. speaking of idol radio when they were playing the “i love you” game and one mr being yunhos first step was like 5 feet long?!?!?!?!? all i could imagine was like teasing him all day and he’s finally had enough and is stalking up to you like that while trapping you against the wall i’m gonna scream he’s been bias wrecking me for like two months now and it’s SICK
THANK YOU FOR REBLOGGING OMG??? please don't apologize,, I love getting feedback and I am now crying happy tears in the corner of my room.
I've only watched random clips from that episode (it seems like atz are celebrating pride month wholeheartedly btw) and ikr?? everyone being whipped for yunho is so valid like... I'd be fighting every single member for him if I were them too. he just HAS to use those long ass legs to bias wreck me even more--so I get you on that dw skfjje
(this ended up being a gn!reader drabble btwww)
no bc imagine after a long day of filming, his eyes trailing off the cameras to you—sitting cross-legged behind the director, complimenting all the members except him after every scene then looking up at him through your eyelashes, blinking innocently as though you were unaware of what you were doing. the music video shoot took longer than usual, the crew sharing bewildered glances as—out of everybody—yunho repeatedly messed up the choreography.
clad in yunho's puffer jacket, you made your way back to the dressing rooms after the shoot with him trailing behind you, waiting for the soft click of the door before turning around to face him. a shiver ran down your spine at his narrowed eyes, a visible twitch moving his left eyebrow as he continued his steps towards you. long, toned legs moved forward and you instinctively cowered back, your palms swinging behind you until they collided with the painted wall.
now trapped between yunho's towering body and the cool concrete, you blinked up at him cautiously, noting the subtle clench of his jaw.
"having fun?" he spoke, voice gruff and strained as his molars grinded over each other.
you stiffled the sly smile teasing at the corners of your mouth, tilting your head in faux naivety. "what do you mean?"
"(y/n)," he sucked in sharp breath, leaning in until his face was mere centimeters from yours, his eyes wide and threatening. "are you gonna behave?"
your shoulders stiffened up, his eyes glancing at your frozen body before moving back up to your face. you kept up the facade, though, despite the warm hand trailing up your hip and under your top, fingers digging into the bare skin of your waist.
"yuyu, I-"
"what's it gonna take, hm? do you want me to stuff you full of cum—have you leaking through your pretty little panties so the others could see you're mine?" He pressed his body flush against yours, wrapping his arm around your waist and bring you even closer. "is that what you want?"
timidly, you nodded, a breathy moan blowing over yunho's chin when he pressed his hardening cock into your hip.
he scoffed, "look at you, so docile and needy at the mere mention of cock," yunho's voice lowered to a whisper, leaning his head closer to your ear. "is my pretty baby a slut?"
you melted into his touch, burying your face into the crook of his neck and reveling in the hands wandering over your body. "only for you, yuyu."
"mm, that's right," he smiled, his fingers dipping under your waistband. "I guess just I'll have to make sure the others know that too."
(I'm totally sane rn *eye twitch*)
#jeong yunho x reader#ateez x reader#ateez smut#jeong yunho smut#yunho x reader#yunho smut#yunho scenarios#ateez#yunho fanfic#ateez imagines#ateez fanfic#ateez yunho#ateez drabbles#yunho drabble
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in the wake
// Nikolai Lantsov & Genya Safin // Alternate Universe - Modern Setting // Implied/Referenced Character Death (dominik’s) // Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con (very very faint ref to Genya’s past) // Late Night Conversation (in cars!) // 1k
im working on a modern zoyali au but rn all you get is nikolai’s backstory rip
ao3
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Nikolai dreams of Dominik again.
They’re a tricky thing, dreams. Malleable to the touch; a moment away from becoming safe haven or nightmare. Nikolai has dreamt of Dominik seemingly thousands of times in the past months—of passing notes in class; hugging after races; chasing each other through the fields between their houses. The image always falls on its side, though, and in the end Nikolai is left on the sidewalk, his best friend’s blood sprayed across his cheek.
He wakes up in the back of Genya’s beat-up Lada Granta, scrubbing at his face.
“Oh,” she says, voice soft, when he sits up, making eye contact with him through the rearview mirror. “Come on up here.”
It’s all Nikolai can do to nod. He’s unbuckled, curled up in her back seat in a nest of his rowing gear, only partially changed out of his uniform. His shoulders and legs ache with it, but he pushes through the gap between the driver’s and passenger’s seats to drop himself next to her. She reaches over to comb back his river-damp hair with one hand, eyes still on the road.
“I wonder what would happen if we diffused that,” she says, absently rubbing a curl between her fingers before returning her hand to the wheel.
Genya Safin is Nikolai’s Eighth Wonder of the World. He regrets not a second of their friendship, except perhaps the fact that it was catalyzed by Dominik’s death. Sitting on the Vertov's back steps, Genya holding an ice pack to Nikoali’s fractured cheekbone, their voices hoarse from their screaming match in Dominik’s bedroom, Dominik’s wake in full swing inside, will go down as one of the best and worst nights in Nikolai’s life. If he’s not to be blessed with another miracle for the rest of his days he’ll die a happy man.
He attempts to picture his hair in the days before morning showers and mousse. “My mother would hate you forever.”
Genya laughs. “Doesn’t she all ready?”
They are a pair beyond anyone’s logic or expectations. He’d be lying if that wasn’t something he liked about them.
Genya’s got the windows down and the air conditioner blasting, an obsolete combination that Nikolai can just barely trace back to his post-regatta self, collapsing dramatically in her back seat and kicking his shoes off. The river was cold and he was hot with the adrenaline of it. Now, he finishes tugging on a clean sweatshirt and tries, again, to wipe Dominik’s blood off his jaw. He can feel it in his ear, in his hair, turning tacky and antiseptic in the emergency room.
“You’re crying, Nikolai,” Genya tells him as he swipes at his face.
He looks down; his hand is clean. He tastes salt.
Genya passes him a face wipe and gives him a moment to gather his bearings. She’s odd like that; as much as she relishes needling his façades away, she always allows him the time to put them back up.
“Gross,” she says when he blows his nose into the wipe. He chucks it at her in revenge but she ducks and it lands on her window with a damp thump before sliding to the ground. Genya cusses him out and makes the next left much harder than it has to be. They lapse into an amused silence, her with her eyes trained carefully on the tail lights ahead of them and him slumping against the passenger seat, giving sleep his next-best go.
It’s not a good one. He rests an arm on the open window, hand hanging out and fingers moving through the cool night air. Cars race by in a red-white blur of head and tail lights, and Nikolai looks out in the distance to dimly lit neighborhoods and their sparsely-dotted farming neighbors. The drive to the regatta was excruciatingly long but he finds himself appreciating it on the way back; the thought of being home is exhausting.
“I should be over this, right?” he asks as they pass a gas station.
Genya nearly jumps. “I thought you were asleep.”
He ignores her. “The forty days have passed, I should be over this right?” Nikolai isn’t a superstitious person, but that doesn’t mean he can’t find merit in tradition.
“He was your best friend,” Genya says, flicking on her turn signal.
“I killed him.”
“Stop saying that.”
She had been stunned silent the first time he told her, chest heaving and only an arm’s length away from Dominik’s track trophies. They had both been crying in his bedroom and though it was still full of his things it had felt inexplicably empty, the life of it absent.
“There’s a world where we never met and he’s still alive,” Nikolai tells her now. He can feel the dried tears on his cheeks like a stain.
“And there’s a world where he died sooner,” Genya snaps. Sometimes they’re still fighting in Dominik’s bedroom. A beat. “You're too pretty for self-pity, Nik. There’s nothing you can do to change the past. I know you don’t believe me now, but I promise you: none of this is your fault. No one else thinks so.”
He must be quiet a moment too long, because Genya’s expression turns to one of rage, gloriously incongruous on her flawless face. “I’m going to castrate your father,” she says, teeth gritted.
“And you’d have every right to.” They’re talking about different things.
“Fuck your parents. You’re coming home with me tonight.”
“Genya–” he starts.
“No.” She holds a hand up. “Nikolai, you've bought me coffee every morning for the past two months, you drove me to school and work when this hunk of junk was under repair, you fixed my grandfather’s watch. You can crash at mine.”
“Okay.”
Genya must be expecting him to put up more of a fight because she turns to him with an arched brow. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
Genya leans back in her seat, giving the road a self-satisfied smile. Her mascara is coming off and her eyeliner is smudging, perfume fading behind the smell of the riverbank and her car. Homework is falling out of her purse in the back seat and she’s tapped one of the rearview mirrors into place. Nikolai thinks she may be one of the most perfect people in the world.
“Good,” she says.
#beginning/end notes as always found on ao3#nikolai lantsov#genya safin#nikolai duology#grishaverse#grishaverse fanfic#king of scars#kos#fic#max.fic#max.txt#fic: in the wake
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.... dj music man NSFW hcs pls,,,, I was never here.. ty..
Solid as they come
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A/n: Hrrg.. my brain needed this so much. Please come back I need these thoughts more ALSO IM SO SORRY THIS TURNED INTO A FIC. ILL DO NORMAL HCS SOON I PROMISE
18+ post minors DNI! You will be blocked <3
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: monster fucker(?) literally writing for the animatronic himself rn, minor fear kink, mentions of spiked fizzy faz, dubcon, pain but very sexy, finger riding???
[ Gn! Reader. Afab ]
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eu·pho·ri·a | noun | a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.
It was truly late, and yet here you stood glued to the floor of a brightly colored arcade that was in every sense such an overwhelming attraction, almost mind-numbing at this point thinking about going home. Only unable to move due to the fact earlier on you'd been mindlessly talking to the Dj running the music around this place generally interested by his large stature and mechanics. Representing something you despised but twisting it in a pleasing way to ease your mind, opposite to what you'd expect out of most things truly. Only the thumping of music kept the constant feeling of floating during your discussions leading to rather flirtatious ones that left the larger-than-life Dj rather confused at your remarks. Yes, he'd understood you but never once did people ever compliment with such suggestive remarks, it was alluring to say the least. Each pass of words left a slur drinking the sugary drinks offered here in an attempt to calm your nerves, it surely didn't go unnoticed by the Dj at your obvious disobeyed orders provided by the Pizzaplex but not much could be said at this point, in far too deep to stop your conversations.
Two sentences, that's all it took for you to get him all for yourself after everyone left, whispered carelessly with a rasping tone beneath the loud thumping of bass and screaming children about. Waiting at the door was the least of your worries, at this point, you'd finished the entire can of spiked soda, the lights dimming down signaling the time was here. Anxiety pooled within your stomach whirring about your mind akin to a tropical storm. It was bearable but god did your mind feel so overwhelmed and blurred. At this point, your mind screamed to just turn home and mind your damn business. The issue was curiosity got the better part of you, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity if you would.
Getting your insides wrung inside and out by such a significantly huge beast made a sweet feeling like honey settling warm within your stomach until dripping straight to your core, nothing in life could have given you such a hard bitch slap to prepare you in life to have successfully court an animatronic nearly 30x your size even if it was just for a night.
A cheeky grin spread ear to ear once you heard the rather easing sing-song voice call out to you, instantly swinging a leg forward to push your heel into the ground and hands moving behind your back clasping one another with a hum in acknowledgment as eyes followed the creature crawling into their stag and resting down reaching a hand out to you on the floor offering you up. Sitting down on his hand to be lifted up into the air and closer to the music man truly appeasing to any of his musings with a soft sigh from them. Truly showing adoration the fact you were brave enough to even ask for something like this.
Bringing another hand closer to you pressing gently as he could against your face and caressing it to the best of his abilities. Humans were such odd creatures.
Low whimpers being drawn out from the cool metal against your skin shifting with their open grasp awaiting any instruction from the Dj.
❝ Such a tiny thing.. A sweet little doll, huh? ❞
The silky words were drawn out and reeling you in, truly a butterfly drawn into a spider's webbings. You were the most delicate thing in the world to him, porcelain that could shatter at simply a wrong wiggle of the Dj's fingers, maybe this was why he'd agreed. Something he felt worried about destroying. Something to limit force on for once, the thrill of anything could go wrong sending their servos and circuits melting at how sweet and pliant you were, beaming down at you with a certain fondness your blurred state of mind couldn't comprehend simply whimpering, pulling off your pants simply to watch it float down to the floor below you. Drawing out a silent gasp as your brain managed to comprehend just how high up you were now. Pushing you to grasp at the Dj's finger wrapping your arms around it of what you could with a squeezing hug, legs following suit with your thighs trembling. What wasn't expected was the cool sensation sending tingling to your cunt leaving you to gasp and wriggle trying to secure yourself but all the more riled up only to see the Dj use a free set of hands to rest their head on simply in adoration for you truly. Music was still playing from what he could manage but there was much heavier bass and seemed slowed. Not as upbeat but would make your heart want to thump with the beat.
❝ Go on dolly, I won't be hurtin' you. Give it what you've got sweet thing.. ❞
Using their pinkie finger just to nudge you forward encourages you to use him for your needs. Tapping your head for a moment allowing you to have room to get comfortable. That you did, leaning forward with pressing your chest against it pressing sloppy little kisses to his thumb often tending to bite down or lightly suck anything to keep your mouth busy for a little bit embarrassed by the little squeaks emitting from your soft small body grinding against their hand, raising hairs on end at such an odd feeling allowing the warmth in your body to spread, god did it truly feel better than anything you'd thought of from beforehand.
This fever was something you couldn't rid of simply no thoughts managing to surface past any thoughts of how heavenly this feeling was, the contrast of your warmth against something unalive and yet so real. It was hard to ground yourself subsidizing to pitiful whimpers and babbles to the Dj begging him for anything to help out.
How could the lovely Dj say no to his little plaything? So doing the only logical thing was to use his hands. Boy did he use them, trying to grip your waist between his thumb and index without crushing you was a challenge even having you let out a cry from him squeezing you a little too hard at first only to giggle as your tears fell pressing loving kisses to their hand truly in bliss at this state. Once he had a good enough grip it was easy enough to help your hips move even managing to rub your puffy clit every few rocks of your hips.
God... You felt so blissed to the point as the pitfall feeling in your stomach increased your whines and please became louder begging him to let you cum, anything to be a good little doll for him.
❝ 'Course dolly, be good for me now. ❞
Who were you to deny such a nice thing? Crying as your thighs desperately tried to tighten around the Dj's finger tears streaming down your face as you came, truly making a mess of yourself and his hand. Overstimulation buzzing along your cunt and fogging your mind once the Dj's grip on your waist was pulled away allowing you to lay there and try to clear up in the aftermath.
Such a sweet man.
#dj music man smut#dj music man#dj mm x reader#i did it guys r u proud of me heart emoji#tbh this got me feeling ways i shouldn't guys help#📼 . spooky sheets#x reader#x female reader#x nonbinary reader#x male reader#fnaf smut#security breach smut
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hi emina! happy last week of no school ♥♥
15. “Finally. Missed you so much.” but make it sort of in front of other people??🙏🙏🙏 if u want. it's okay if not, too!
MONDAY
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ian (1:11 AM): it's hot as fuck here. can't sleep.
ian (1:12 AM): also, lip snores
mickey (1:12 AM): that's what you get for leaving me
ian (1:13 AM): drama queen, i only left this morning. be back in just a week.
ian (1:13 AM): why are YOU awake?
mickey (1:14 AM): fuck you, just a week. 🖕🖕🖕
ian (1:14 AM): 🙄
ian (1:14 AM): go to sleep
mickey (1:15 AM): you woke me up???
ian (1:15 AM): doesn't matter. just go to sleep.
mickey (1:15 AM): probably not
ian (1:16 AM): ???
mickey (1:17 AM): can't sleep without you
incoming call from ian (1:17 AM)
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TUESDAY
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mickey (11:22 AM): college bitch still pissed at us for waking him up?
ian (11:25 AM): isn't speaking to me. bitched about it to fiona the entire morning.
ian (11:25 AM): "can't go a night without him." blah blah
mickey (11:25 AM): fuck him. wyd right now?
ian (11:27 AM): helping Fi with the moving shit.
ian (11:27 AM): you?
mickey (11:28 AM): lunch with tami. bitching about lip.
ian (11:29 AM): 😌
ian (11.29 AM): that same lip is currently screaming my ear off to get off the phone.
ian (11:29 AM): keep bitching, my love
mickey (11:30 AM): tell him to fuck off.
mickey (11:30 AM): also, call me when you're done
ian (11:31 AM): 😘
mickey (11:31 AM): 🙄🖤
(12:57 PM) incoming call from ian
(16:44 PM): incoming call from mickey
(21:44 PM) incoming call from ian
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WEDNESDAY
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mickey (09:06 AM): come back home, im bored.
mickey (09:06 AM): Fiona doesn't need you for an entire fucking week.
ian (09:10 AM): 😬 just five more days
ian (09:10 AM): Fiona says hi!
mickey (09:11 AM): I'm horny, this is stupid.
ian (09:12 AM): handy-dandy hand 😁
mickey (09:12 AM): 🖕🖕🖕🖕
mickey (09:13 AM): ...something to work with?
ian sent a link (09:14 AM)
mickey (09:15 AM): you did not just send me the benefits of a cold shower, you bitch.
ian (09:16 AM): loveeeeee youuuuuu
mickey (09:16 AM): 🙂🔪
incoming call from ian (12:33 PM)
incoming call from ian (17:29 PM)
incoming call from mickey (00:12 AM)
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THURSDAY
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ian (08:12 AM): I'm horny.
ian (08:13 AM): mickey
ian (08:13 AM): mickey
ian (08:13 AM): mickey
ian (08:13 AM): MICKEY
ian (08:14 AM): babyyyyyy
ian (08:14 AM): pleaseeeeee come on, you're not sleeping rn
mickey sent a link (08:16 AM)
ian (08:16 AM): i deserved that.
mickey (08:17 AM): handy-dandy 🤛
ian (08:17 AM): hate myself at this moment 🙂
mickey (08:17 AM): 🤭😘
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ian (09:44 AM): coffee on facetime?
incoming call from mickey (09:45 AM)
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FRIDAY
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ian (14:22 PM): sorry for the ghosting
ian (14:22 PM): Fiona's been killing me with the whole apartment cleaning shit
ian (14:23 PM): And Lip's hiding from her so he's always with me.
ian (14:23 PM): i know it's been a day.
mickey (14:25 PM): well, well, look who decided to text their husband finally
mickey (14:25 PM): it's been a whole day, ian.
mickey (14:26 PM): we are no longer on speaking terms.
ian (14:26 PM): 😲😨
ian (14:26 PM): i'm sorry.
ian (14:26 PM): i miss having breakfast with you.
ian (14:27 PM): i miss sleeping with you
ian (14:27 PM): i miss kissing you
ian (14:28 PM): and doing other things with you 😏
ian (14:28 PM): miss you so fucking much.
ian (14:28 PM): mick?
mickey (14:30 PM): ugh fine, you sap
mickey (14:30 PM): call me
incoming call from ian (14:31 PM)
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SATURDAY
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incoming call from mickey (18:55 PM)
ian (19:24 PM): phone sex is cool, but we should try sexting 😳
mickey (19:26 PM): i don't need a reminder of your disgusting ass dick anywhere on my phone.
ian (19:26 PM): hm? 🤔 not what you were saying ten minutes ago.
ian (19:27 PM): you sure you ain't ready for round two? 😏
ian (19:27 PM): bet facetime sex is even better.
incoming call from mickey (19:28 PM)
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ian (02:22 AM): i miss you. i really fucking miss you.
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SUNDAY
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ian (08:02 AM): flight is at 10
mickey (08:04 AM): i'll be waiting for you when you land.
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It had only been a week. A week filled with phone calls and text messages and a whole bunch of facetime—but, fuck, it had been a week.
Did Ian really have to go on and visit Fiona alone with Lip? Was it really that necessary for him to travel all the way to the alligator land just so they could help Fiona switch apartments? Mickey didn't see the point of the long-ass trip to Florida just so Ian could complain about how humid it was and how it was a blessing he didn't share a room with Lip anymore.
Mickey missed him. He missed him a lot more than he thought he would, and he really should've considered the fact that he and Ian spent most of their time together. They may have been apart before for long periods of time, but it was hard to tear them away from each other nowadays.
So maybe it wasn't that much of a surprise he'd had a hard time adjusting to the empty space of their apartment and the coldness of their bed. The lack of dad jokes during their long rides at work and the unmistakable scent of Ian that had been slowly fading and was almost gone now.
That was Mickey's excuse for not doing laundry. He didn't wanna lose Ian's smell from their home. The sappy excuse would probably work with Ian, he thought.
And even if it didn't, Mickey could distract him from his annoyance in other ways.
Airports sucked.
Being in an airport, waiting on Ian and Lip with their family of twenty thousand—or six, whatever—sucked even more.
But the plane had already landed and it would be just another couple minutes before Mickey saw his husband for the first time in a week. Before he wrapped his arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. He didn't even give a shit if anybody saw him and thought how big of a fag he was.
Husband. That was the only thing on his mind currently.
"They should be here already," Tami said, bouncing Fred up on her hip.
Debbie shrugged from beside Mickey, one hand tightly holding onto the redheaded girl between them. She was fisting the fabric of Mickey's jacket, and it made Mickey smile. It eased the anticipation a little.
Who was he kidding? There were swarms of bees in his stomach, poking and stinging. He felt slightly nauseous.
"I think I see Lip!" It was Liam who exclaimed.
Mickey didn't see Lip.
But he did see the redhead trailing right behind him, a suitcase in his right hand, recently bought for the trip. His hair was ruffled, and his eyes were sleepy, the jet lag probably hitting him in full swing.
Still, the green orbs Mickey missed so much lit up the moment he noticed Mickey, the corners of his mouth twisting up into a wide smile.
Mickey wasn't any better. He could feel the grin stretching across his face involuntary, yet he did nothing to hide it. Nothing to stop it from spreading. He didn't care to hide the excitement he was feeling upon seeing Ian for the first time in a week.
A week.
His legs moved on their own accord, and in what felt like no time at all, he was engulfed into a hug, Ian's long arms circling him—it was familiar; comfortable, and warm.
"Fucking finally," Ian choked out against Mickey's hair, his lips pressed to the top of his head, cradling his body gently. "I missed you so much."
Mickey tilted his chin up and their lips connected in a brief kiss. Just a peck that turned into a couple more, all loud on the pullback, their limbs still wrapped up in each other.
"Missed you more."
They stared into each other's eyes longingly for a couple of moments—it was probably too soft and sappy for them, but who gave a shit? They hadn't seen each other in a week.
What interrupted them eventually were a few short coughs, as if somebody was clearing their throat.
Mickey glared at Lip, practically forcing himself to tear his eyes away from the man he was holding.
"We done with the reunion or you guys wanna continue making out in the middle of the airport...?"
Ian was the one who flipped him off, finally disentangling himself from Mickey so he could greet his siblings properly and pick Franny up into a long hug. It made Mickey frown, the loss of contact. He forced himself to endure it, though—half an hour of a ride longer and they'd be home alone, free to do whatever the fuck.
Still, as soon as they were done with the obligated reunions and the questions about Florida and Fiona, Ian found himself next to Mickey again, gripping Mickey's palm and intertwining the fingers with his own.
Who gave a shit if anybody was looking? Who gave a shit if Lip was rolling his eyes at the obvious display of affection or if Carl was making obnoxious kissy faces at them as if they haven't been married for a while now—Mickey saw none of that shit.
All Mickey saw was Ian.
#gallavich#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#ian and mickey#shameless#shameless us#fanfic#*ficlet#AHHH THIS WAS DIFFERENT?#i liked writing it#I HAVE A LOT OF ASKS RN#so the content will keep coming :)#also thank you for the ask ❤️❤️❤️
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i saw your ask baby , ty for your hcs ! i smiled so wide while reading them , consider me cheered up <3 also yes an action movie is a must !! but consider the disney+ marvel series ??
anyway , hope school isn't stressing you too much :/ don't forget to take a break every other hour ! here i am to return the favor <3
rintarou who is so used to hearing your voice 24/7 that he asks for voice messages when you're far apart so he doesn't feel like you're out of reach .
rintarou who adores decorating with you for whatever occasion because he loves to see your creativity in action . he likes to walk the halls and remember when you excitedly showed him the new addition .
rintarou who will absolutely give his two cents on your outfit — not even in a bad way , either . you could be wearing a generic tshirt and sweatpants and he will still find a way to hype you up . without fail .
rintarou who gets clingy when you're talking to another friend for too long . they come over and you both are having a lively discussion while you feel rin inching closer to you until his chin rests on your shoulder in a silent plea for attention .
rintarou who definitely brags about you to his friends every time he sees them to the point where they just say 'before you even say anything , we know fae is your hot girlfriend okay ?' before he could even open his mouth .
rintarou who facetimes you after every practice while he's stretching . he holds his phone in front of his face as he lies on his chest , swinging his legs midair behind him as he comes down from the rush of volleyball .
rintarou who stops at random times in the day and reflects on just how happier his life is now with you around .
BABY HI IM GLAD THEY MADE YOU SMILE
and oh yes marvel, which series do you want to watch?
thank you so much baby i love you so much sobsob <333
OKAY I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING RN GONNA GO THROUGH THESE ONE BY ONE BECAUSE I AM FLUSHING OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
okay okay no this is so accurate how'd you know i often send voice messages gOD HES SO CUTE
aaAAAAH DECORATING WITH RIN !!!! us on christmas decorating places and he listens to my silly little rants about the correct distribution of ornaments no one touch me i'm so soft
HYPE BF RIN ISABELLE IM GONNA KISS YOU RN i'm literally in a black shirt and black sport sweatpants rn i??? blushing so hard can you see the beam flashing up from australia oH MY GOD
AHHH RIN SLOUCHING OVER ME NO BC THIS IS MY FAVOURITE HC CLINGY RIN IS THE CUTEST EVER I WOULD KISS HIM THE SECOND HE LIKE LOOKED MY WAY
"we know fae is your hot girlfriend okay?" i i i i i oh my god hyperventilating rn wHAT OH MY GOD LAJDLWHDLWHJEOW YES IM HIS IM HIS
facetiming <333 no bc that's literally all i desire awww i'm writing and talking to him and he's just sMILING AHALKQWHDKWJDKJWLDEJ
this is my favourite rin oh my god
ISABELLE CMERE IM KISSING YOU STRAIGHT ON THE MOUTH RN THANK YOU SO SO MUCH GONNA ZOOM THROUGH MY SCIENCE STUDY RN BECAUSE OF THESE
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꠵ look at me : chapter two ꠵
裏切り。
Iwaizumi flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, turning over and looking at the ceiling. His family kept bothering him about the match, saying things like "oh, you did great son!" or "it's okay. it's not the end of the world!"
Yeah, sure it wasn't. But it was the end of his and Oikawa's shared dream.
Iwaizumi glanced at the little glow-in-the-dark stars stuck onto his ceiling. He remembered how he got those. Oikawa had put them up when they were younger, since he was afraid of the dark and the nightlight Iwaizumi used to use was way too bright for either of them to sleep. He probably should've taken them down when they didn't really need them anymore, but they meant something to Oikawa back then. Those little stars were one of the many souvenirs Iwaizumi had of his best friend. It was like proof that he was close with the Oikawa Toorū.
. . And Iwaizumi really couldn't take them down. It was physically impossible: the adhesive stuck to the back of the stars were too strong, and no matter how hard Iwaizumi pulled, the damn stars wouldn't come off.
Beep.
Iwaizumi turned to his side, getting his phone from off the nightstand.
New Message : ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽
"Damn, what the hell does this bastard want now?" Iwaizumi clicked on the notification, bringing up the messages between him and Oikawa.
. .
[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: iwa-chan !
[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: What now, I just saw you like 20 minutes ago
[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: ughh iwa you're so mean
[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: Yeah okay. What?
[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: can i come over ?
[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: Ew no, wtf?
[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: iwaaaaaaaaaaa~ (｡•́︿•̀｡)
[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: Why?
[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: im just having trouble sleeping,, plus i just wanna be with you rn
. .
Iwaizumi blushed at the last text Oikawa had sent. Damn.. As much as I despise him and his stupid face, that was kind of cute. Realizing what kind of thoughts were popping up in his head, Iwaizumi smacked both sides of his face. Fuck. What the hell am I thinking?
. .
[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: iwa? you there?
[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: Yeah, I'm here. Shut up.
[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: You can come over. I don't care.
[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: yay ! thanks iwa ♡
[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: Shut up. You sleeping over, or staying for a couple hours?
[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: can i sleep over?
[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: Yeah.
[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: My mom's cooking dinner. Want me to save you some?
[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: no, i'm not hungry.
[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: Alright, I'll save you some. Hurry up before it gets cold.
[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: i don't want any- yk what nvm
[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: be there in ten !
[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: mk.
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"Hajime! Dinner's ready!" Iwaizumi perked up as he heard his mother calling for him. He answered with a blunt, "Coming ma!," and bolted down the stairs.
"Hey, Oikawa's coming over tonight," Iwaizumi said as he sat down. "Can you save him some food? Knowing him, he probably hasn't eaten since the match."
Mrs. Iwaizumi nodded. "Of course! I'm so glad he's coming over, I love that boy. Such a sweetheart." When Iwaizumi snorted at her comment, she hit him lightly on the back of the head. "Don't do that, Hajime. He's a sweet boy." She spooned some miso soup into a small bowl, passing it to her son. "And don't act like you don't care about him either. I can see right through that little façade of yours."
Iwaizumi groaned and shoved a spoonful of the semi-salty broth into his mouth. "Sure. Do we have any milk bread?"
"No, I do have Kashipan though. They're similar, right?" She passed the buns to Iwaizumi, who shrugged.
"Yeah, sure."
After about fifteen minutes of the Iwaizumi family eating their dinner, they heard a knock at the door. "Ah, that must be Crappykawa."
Iwaizumi's mother glared at him when she heard that. "Hajime, don't call Toorū that. Like I said, he's a sweet boy." She walked over to the front door, fiddling with the locks and swinging it open. "Welcome Toorū- dear god, what happened to you?"
When he heard the shock in his mother's voice, he shoved aside his food and sprinted to the door. Oikawa stood in front of him, wearing a very soiled alien hoodie with the hood up and over his eyes. Iwaizumi could just make out the newly made bruises on his friend's jaw though, and the tear stains on his cheeks. Oikawa sniffled, fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. "Um. . can I come in. ?"
Iwaizumi and his mother quickly stood aside, ushering Oikawa into their home. Iwaizumi's mother put a hand on Oikawa's shoulder, not noticing the way the boy had winced at her touch, and steered him into their dining room. "Honey, would you like some food?"
Oikawa sniffled again, nodding. "Yeah. . do you have any milk bread?"
Iwaizumi shook his head. "Not at the moment, I can ask my old man to buy some for you. He's at the market right now." Oikawa nodded in response, and Iwaizumi took out his phone, sending a quick text to his father. "You need to eat right now, though. We have miso and kashipan. Eat some of that before you get your milk bread."
Iwaizumi passed some food over to Oikawa when he sat down. His own food disregarded, he watched as Oikawa ate slowly, taking in all his features. His hood was still up, so he couldn't see the rest of his face, but he could see how much it hurt him to make small, simple movements. Every time he lifted the spoon up to his mouth, his hand shook a little, and he winced occasionally. Something panged inside Iwaizumi's chest as he watched Oikawa eat. His heart hurt a lot, more than usual. What the hell was this feeling?
Oikawa pushed the bowl away from him, messing with the hem of his hoodie again. "Um. . I'm kind of full."
Iwaizumi looked at Oikawa's bowl- about a sixth of the soup was missing. Oikawa hadn't even touched the kashipan. "Crappykawa, you need to eat way more than that. You barely touched your food." He was about to force the food down his throat when he noticed his pained expression. "H-hey Oikawa, you alright. ?"
Oikawa gagged, putting a hand over his mouth. "Mrgh. Feel s-sick."
Iwaizumi stood up abruptly, helping Oikawa up and walking him to the bathroom. "How sick?"
"Feel like I'm gonna die, sick." Iwaizumi snickered a little at that, causing a slight smile to erupt on Oikawa's face. "W-wait. Where are we going?"
"Bathroom. You need to clean up." Iwaizumi opened the door and set Oikawa on the toilet, pulling a little first-aid kit out of the cabinet under the sink. Oikawa glanced at it nervously, thinking Iwaizumi was going tend to his wounds. But much to his surprise, Iwaizumi just set the box on the sink counter, and walked out of the room. "I'm going to go get you some of my clothes, and a towel. Set those in the basket, I'll clean them later."
The door clicked, and Oikawa heard Iwaizumi shuffle off to his room. He smiled a little, thankful that his friend respected his boundaries. He heard a knock on the bathroom door, replying with a small "come in." Iwaizumi opened the door, setting a towel and a set of clothes on the counter.
"If you need help with anything, let me know, okay?"
"Mmm." Iwaizumi closed the door when he heard Oikawa's reply, and walked to his room. He sat on his bed, throwing a volleyball up in the air, catching it when it came too close to his face. After a couple minutes, he heard the faint sssshhhhh of the shower faucet being turned on, and the shower curtains closing. Good. At least Crappykawa's cleaning up. He lay still, listening to the shower run, spreading out his arms and legs like a starfish. He must have lost track of time, because when he opened his eyes, Oikawa was sitting at the foot of his bed, scrolling through his phone while drying his hair.
"Crappykawa?" Oikawa turned around quickly, shutting off his phone in the process. Iwaizumi noticed this, but decided not to pry. "I didn't even hear you come in. How long have you been here?"
Oikawa shrugged. "Not long. Maybe like, a couple of minutes?" He resumed to the task of drying his hair, squeezing the water onto the light grey towel.
"Ah, I see." Iwaizumi watched Oikawa, tapping a finger against his chin. "Need help?"
"Um. . sure." His friend scooted closer to him, and handed him the towel. Iwaizumi ruffled up his hair, the towel making it ten times fluffier than it usually was. "Uh. Can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
Oikawa fumbled with his shirt, it being a too big for him, since he had a leaner build. Iwaizumi thought it was cute. "You have to promise you won't tell anyone, though."
"Yeah, of course."
Oikawa took a deep breath, tears spilling out of his eyes once again. "M-my parents. . I don't feel safe with them. As soon as I got home, they yelled at me a lot because we lost the match. Um. I got mad and screamed at them too, but my dad hit me, and it got all out of control. They just kept hitting me, like I was their punching bag." He sniffed. "It hurt. It hurt a lot, Iwa. I thought they loved me. I thought-"
The third-year setter was cut short by arms being wrapped around his waist. "Shut the hell up, Shittykawa. Don't worry about a damn thing. I'll take care of everything."
"How? You can't do anything, you're not that much older than me and I couldn't even do anything." Oikawa sniffled again. "It's not like anyone would believe me anyways, or even care. A lot of people hate me, Iwa-chan."
"Yeah, well. Those who hate you can go on a date with my fist. They just don't really know who you really are inside. They just know who you want them to see. Some self-centered, cocky, arrogant, stupid bastard." Oikawa let out a little 'hey!' which made Iwaizumi laugh, before continuing. "But, I know who that self-centered, cocky, arrogant, stupid bastard really is on the inside. And it's someone I've grown to admire, no matter how much he pisses me off."
"Awe, Iwaaa~!" Oikawa flung his arms around Iwaizumi, making them fall down onto the bed. "Thank you, that was super sweet~"
Iwaizumi blushed. "N-no problem, Shittykawa. Now, get off of me."
Oikawa bit his lip a little and frowned. "But Iwaa. I thought you said you were going to help make me feel better!" Ignoring Iwaizumi's "when the hell did I say that" comment, he spread out his arms and made little gesturing motions with his hands. "I want cuddles, like the ones we used to give each other when we were younger!"
"Aren't we too old for that now?"
"No one's too old for cuddles, Iwa-chan!"
Iwaizumi scoffed, turning Oikawa around and spooning him. "There, happy?"
"Mmm." Oikawa responded, intertwining his fingers with Iwaizumi's. "Thanks, Iwa."
". . Shut up."
chapter 3 !
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random thoughts while watching the 100 6x01:
—that raven and abby scene! yes, raven. fucking drag her.
—everyone snapping at clarke like children is…annoying to say the least, but bellamy is by her side, defending her, so i’ll take it.
—the rumors were true?? e.cho is also defending clarke??? meaning echo has recognized that she’s no better??? meaning…dare i say it…character development?? what a fucking concept. (edit: i’ve since seen a post about how she’s only acting this way because bellamy is around, and yeah, that actually seems a lot more likely lmao. also, it would further support my theory i had last season that e.cho is only a good person when bellamy’s around.)
—shaw telling clarke that she “hasn’t done anything yet” and then .2 seconds later she proceeds to risk her life to try and save his. she fails, but ends up saving everyone else. yet again. love my girl. saving people despite how much shit they give her.
—emori always smiles when she lands on a new planet. i love that this is A Thing. she’s adorable.
—BELLAMY SCREAMING AT CLARKE TO GET BACK PARALLELS HIM YELLING WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN 4X12 WHEN SHE TOOK OFF HER HELMET AND RISKED HER LIFE TO GIVE EMORI HER SUIT
—i just love the vibe of the new planet so much
—murphy pulling emori into the water was so fucking cute
—e.cho, i’m starting to warm up to you…stop telling bellamy he needs to bring his sister back into his life and forgive her!
—MILLER IS BACK. MILLAMY IS BACK.
—just so many little blarke moments!
—also! so many shots of bellamy, e.cho and clarke standing together!!
—people are gonna be mad over “who understands forgiveness more than us?” and okay, valid, but like…this is so obviously hinting at how she has no idea of the depth of bellamy and clarke’s relationship. because forgiveness has always been blarke’s thing. and don’t even fight me on this. blecho’s story involving forgiveness happened entirely off screen, whereas bellarke’s has been entirely on screen, from day 1.
—jordan getting emotional about his parents! I’M NOT OKAY
—“yours too, murphy.” yes, clarke! fight back! before this, she was just letting everyone yell at her, but now she’s fighting back and i love it. makes for a far more interesting storyline.
—BELLAMY TELLING CLARKE SHAW WILL COME AROUND AND THAT EVERYONE ELSE WILL TOO PARALLELS SHE’LL COME AROUND AND SEE HOW SPECIAL YOU ARE I’M NOT CRYING YOU ARE
—the casual blarke touches are back!
—they’re also just such a team. i really missed that.
—“look, i do hate to make this about us—“ “then don’t.” MAYBE CLARKE SNAPPED AND MAYBE IM FUCKING LIVING FOR IT
—clarke just shoved murphy lmfao. yes, babe. fucking fight back.
—murphy also ripping on miller??? interesting. so both clarke and miller are being attacked. please tell me this means we’ll be seeing them bond over this! i would love that. i miss their friendship.
—bellamy supporting emori! they’re so underrated!
—“right. destroy the world, two hundred years later they put you on a flag. see? hope for us yet.” BELLAMYYYY OH MY GODD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
—OK BUT WHEN BELLAMY SAYS THAT LINE ^^^ HE NUDGES CLARKE’S LEG WITH HIS RIFLE. THAT’S ADORABLE. WISH I WASN’T SCREAMING.
—bellamy: *says they should do smth* clarke: *agrees in the name of doing better like monty asked of them* murphy: *does the exact opposite* clarke and bellamy: *share a look, like really??? what did we /just/ say???
—hate both octagon and kane…but kane is right. everything octagon did was for power and that’s canon because she burned the farm. nothing else in that convo matters to me. i really appreciate that it was clearly stated that octagon is fucking lost.
—murphy singing to emori and trying to get her to dance with him. my heart.
—CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW CLARKE DOESNT WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH MURPHY RN AND YET HE’S THE EXCUSE SHE CHOSE TO RUN FROM THAT CONVO/MOMENT WITH BELLAMY
—“keep each other safe” (abby to jackson and miller) and “take care of each other” (abby to blarke) have the same energy
—THE FADE FROM BELLAMY TO CLARKE WHEN HE TRIES TO RADIO RAVEN AND THERE’S NO ANSWER
—love how clarke walks into the building and bellamy literally follows barely over a MINUTE later. like,, he was sitting with his actual gf on the swings, but then he realized clarke was missing and instantly went looking for her??? he’s so aware of her??? he’s so adamant about making sure she’s okay??? i’m crying??
—THE RADIO CALLS SCENE IS THE SOFTEST THEY’VE EVER BEEN AND WOW ARE THEY IN LOVE
—BUT FR THOUGH WHY IS BELLAMY SO BLATANTLY FLIRTING???? LIKE DOES HE NOT EVEN REALIZE???
—the person bellamy and clarke looked to when the ship was landing was each other
—why am i getting so emo just about blarke’s hands up close in the same shot, even when they’re not touching???
—wow, bellamy really does say clarke’s name the softest
—OKAY BUT WHY IS BELLAMY ALWAYS BETWEEN CLARKE AND E.CHO?? THE LOVE TRIANGLE IS SO OBVIOUS
—bellamy rushing to murphy and practically cradling him in his arms??? catch me crying
—clarke’s hand on bellamy’s back here is so unnecessary
—the way bellamy looks at clarke when they’re first leaving the ship and how he’s by her side and not e.cho’s
—that ending was fucking insane and i loved it
—hi, yes. s6 is already s5’s superior
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bad boy supreme? supportive best friend? how bout both
PAIRING: remus lupin x reader
REQUEST: @im-eating-rn asked “A story where remus gets his gf pregnant in their last year. And they are both chill about it(I mean remus is scared™ but hes excited) and Sirius is like "dude unreal" like they know it will be difficult but it will work out eventually.(((wedding is already planned out like way before that by daydreaming remus looking his luv)))”
WARNINGS: swearing, as always. adorableness?? uhhh i dunno if this counts as a warning but teen pregnancy, also unintended implied wolfstar. sirius is flirtyyy w remus i dIDNT MEAN TO IT JUST HAPPENED also more flangst bc i love that shit
NOTES: kind of implied gryffindor!reader?? only cause it fits the story, no personality traits or anything
WORD COUNT: 1.14k
“Moons, you’re staring again.” James said, half amused half weary, nudging his lovesick friend. Remus rolled his eyes, not looking away from his girlfriend, across the room. “And?”
James snorted, running a hand through his hair. “Honestly, ‘m surprised you haven’t proposed to her yet. What?” he defended, at Remus’ annoyed glance. “Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot you had a plan. Seriously, Moons, I’ve seen your doodles. ‘Remus & Y/N Lupin’? Real subtle.” The boy blushed, finally looking at James. “Shut up, Prongs. Other people can hear us, you know?”
“Hm, whatcha talking about then, Remy?” you said, plonking yourself on Remus’ lap. James grinned, seeing a perfect opportunity. “Well, actually we-” Kicking him between the legs, Remus smiled innocently as his best friend howled. “Nothing, darling. Just James blabbering about Lily again, so same as usual, basically.” Raising your eyebrow at him, you nodded slowly, before catching eyes with your roommate, and standing up.
“Right, I gotta dash, but I’ll see you later, yeah? Hope you feel better soon, Jamesy,” you said, pecking Remus on the cheek and patting James’ head, before walking out the common room with your roommate, Zara.
Heading to the second floor loos, you exhaled, trying to calm yourself. “It’s probably nothing, right?” you asked Zara, trying to reassure yourself. She nodded hastily. “Probably just a coincidence.” You pushed open the door, rolling your eyes at Moaning Myrtle’s screech, before Zara handed you the box marked ‘Pregnancy Tests’. You ripped open the box, pulling one of the sticks out and briefly scanning the instructions, before setting it down. “Only gonna need one of these, hopefully,” you joked, trying and failing to hide your racing nerves. You quickly carried out the instructions, uncomfortably conscious of Zara hearing you pee, and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before reading it.
“Shit.”
Remus sighed, scanning the Great Hall again. Sirius turned to him, stealing some food off his plate. “Moony, that’s the fifth time you’ve sighed in three minutes. What’s going on, mate?” He looked around one more time, before leaning into Sirius, speaking in a hushed whisper. “Y/N’s been avoiding me.” Sirius raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Maybe she’s just busy.” Remus laughed bitterly. “Oh yeah, ‘cause seeing and then running away from me just screams busy, doesn’t it?!”
Sirius whistled quietly. “That bad?” Taking Remus’ silence for agreeing, he bit his lip. “Look, let me see what I can do. I’ll try and talk to her, okay? It’s probably nothing.” Remus smiled slightly as his friend got up, clapping him on the back. “Thanks, Pads. I’m just- I’m worried. I don’t want to lose her, yanno?” Sirius nodded. “I know, Romeo. Don’t worry, Bad Boy Supreme is on the case.” Remus glared at him. “Bad Boy Supreme doubles as Supportive Best Friend, right?” The black haired boy just winked, shaking his hair out. “Babe, I can be anything you want.” he said, before walking away cackling, leaving Remus decidedly uncomfortable, and trying to ignore the looks of his housemates, staring at his cereal.
You were walking away from Potions, chatting with your friends, with no plans for the evening apart from trying to ignore the... the baby. Oh fuck, the baby. You still hadn’t told Remus, and you had not exactly been subtle with trying to avoid him, going so far as to jump into a crowd of Death Eater wannabe Slytherins. However, your plan to avoid Remus was pretty much ruined, by one black-haired family disappointment slinging his arm round your shoulders. “Just need to borrow Y/N for a sec, ladies.” Sirius drawled, winking. Jane, a Hufflepuff, blushed fervently. “No problem at all, Sirius! Take her!” He led you away, laughing as you gave the bird to Jane, before pushing you into an empty classroom.
You perched yourself on a desk, staring at the floor. Sirius sat on the one next to you, swinging his legs. The silence was stifling, unbearable. You coughed awkwardly. “So, what did you want to talk about?” you said, your voice weak. Sirius bit his lip. “I think you know.” You sighed, feeling tears prick at your eyes. Fucking hormones. “Look, I’m avoiding him for a reason, Sirius. I’m not just a heartless bitch.” He stayed irritatingly calm. “Okay. What’s the reason?” The tears threatened to spill over, and you shook your head, turning away. “I can’t tell you that.”
Sirius sighed, standing up and walking in front of your desk. “This is hurting him, Y/N. You’re hurting him.” You snapped, standing up and pushing a finger into his chest. “This is hurting me too, Sirius! I just- I can’t! I can’t tell him!”
After a few seconds, he spoke again. “Tell him what, Y/N?” You bit your lip, a tear rolling down your face. “’M pregnant,” you muttered, barely even whispering. Sirius winced. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” You whipped your head up, glaring at him. “I’m pregnant.”
“Remus?” He turned round, shocked to see you, and Sirius. You bit your lip, meeting his eyes for a second before returning to staring at the floor. “Can we talk?” Remus nodded, slightly confused- he hadn’t seen you in just over a week, and now you were asking him to talk? That never ended well. You led him up to your dorm, which was thankfully empty, and sat down on the bed. He sat next to you, space between you. That never used to be there. “Remus, I’ve got something to tell you.” you said, feeling nauseous with fear.
He nodded, slowly reaching out for your hand, a weight lifted off of him when you didn’t pull away. “Sure, what’s up?” You took a deep breath, and he started to rub his hand in circles on your back comfortingly. “I’m pregnant, Remus. That’s why I’ve been avoiding you. And if you wanna break up, that’s okay. If you want to get an abortion, that’s okay too. I just- I thought you should know, ‘cause it’s yours, right? It would be wrong not to tell you.”
Remus froze, his eyes going wide. That was not what he was expecting you to say. “So you’re not breaking up with me?” he said, relieved, a smile growing on his face. You looked at him, confused. “You thought I was breaking up with you?” Remus laughed. “You don’t talk to me for a week, and then say ‘we need to talk’? Yeah. I thought you were breaking up with me.”
“Oh. I mean, well I’m not breaking up with you, but like I said, if you wanna break up I totally understand-” Remus cut you off, crashing his mouth onto yours. You squeaked before melting into it. “We’re gonna be parents, Y/N.” he grinned, amazed. You smiled, softly. “We’re gonna be the most irresponsible parents ever, Rem.” He shrugged, kissing you again. “Well, that’s a given.”
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Daring Do and the Adventure of the X'ibian Vase : MLP Fan Fiction : Part 17 of 21
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Robber and Overthrow were scanning the two passes that the maps showed as the only approaches to ancient Hong Wa. Their binoculars showed only narrow, stony notches with no vegetation at all.
“Any luck, Robber?”
“No. It is hard to be sure of details with all the heat shimmering but nothing the size of a dromedary has showed up at all. I wonder if something has happened to them?”
Tyranny was crouched behind one of the MT81 quick fire cannon, pretending to aim and fire up the gorges.
Overthrow shook his head sadly. “He was a sharp and prudent lawyer before he got this obsession with the Heart of Discord and world domination. Look at him. He threw away the firm’s entire capital on this one throw of the dice.
“He does not even seem to understand that we need to capture them all ALIVE, if we can! Daring Do, especially. I overheard him last night. He was muttering to himself about torturing her to death. That is bad enough. He was not even thinking about the fact that only she has any actual chance of FINDING the Heart of Discord.”
Robber agreed glumly as he sweated under the merciless X'ibian sun. “I would have given up. I can’t. If this does not work, we are bankrupt. I don’t want to start over from nothing.”
Overthrow sat on a stone and asked, “Taken up mind reading, Robber? Those are my thoughts, exactly.”
Tyranny was laughing in a twisted fantasy. “Just wait until they show their heads! These guns will tear them to shreds!”
Robber stepped up behind Tyranny and pulled him away from the weapon. “Fine! Blow them to pieces! THEN HOW ARE WE GOING TO FIND THE TOMB?”
Tyranny blinked several times. In a puzzled voice he pointed out, “That nearest necropolis is the oldest of them. We just go down there and look for the marker. Im Farst was an emperor, so the marker on the grave must be huge.”
In the gentle voice reserved for trying to reason with a child, Robber suggested, “Think it through, Tyranny. If it was that simple, one of the many previous expeditions would have found it. Besides, IT IS NOT A GRAVE. It is a BIG tomb. Somehow, it was hidden so well that over the ages, MILLIONS have been spent trying to find it. NOPONY ever has.
“Daring Do must not be harmed. SHE it very sure that she has solved the problem. She is not the only one. BOTH Celestia and Luna are backing her expedition. THEY are sure that she is right.”
From the low stone ridge off to the left of them, a rifle boomed, echoes bouncing back from the ancient wall of Hong Wa. Dirt flew up about two feet from one of the ammunition boxes. A second shot blasted from a different part of the ridge. The bullet made a screaming whine as it ricocheted from a stone near the tripod of one of the guns.
Before either of the partners could stop him, Tyranny leaped to one of the MT81s and began to blast away along the ridge, swinging the weapon on its mount like a fire hose! The noise was a deafening, rolling thunder!
The bits and chunks of rock flying from the ridge told of bad aim. He was not even hitting near the crest where his opponents had to be.
Robber simply clubbed him down and hurled him away from the gun. Taking the handles, he waited until the next rifle shot’s noise and smoke revealed where to shoot. He sent an economical three round burst at the spot. It shattered stone and threw up dirt right on target. He waited quietly for the next shot to reveal the location of a shooter.
That shot came quickly, and Robber’s return fire splintered stone there too. Not hearing their other MT81, he spared a glance. Overthrow was bleeding from a leg but worse, the gun’s ammo box was a shattered ruin. Single shells were thrown about like nine-pins when a strike is rolled. Overthrow was attempting to clear the wreckage and feed the weapon single bullets.
There was another shot from the ridge! Robber aimed and fired. His gun blasted once and clicked. His ammunition box was empty. He raised his hooves and stood well back from the useless MT81.
He saw that Overthrow was following his example. Tyranny was frozen with terror. Dromedaries were coming across the ridge. Robber recognized the advance method and shook his head. Somepony had trained these fighters.
Seven dromedaries under arms, accompanied by two ponies with rifles and one horse with a wicked looking sword came up and seized the three.
A large dromedary bared a sword and held it in a threatening position. Robber had read enough to know that was a bad sign with X'ibians. The dromedary mare spoke mildly enough. “I am Sang He. This could have been an interesting fight if that idiot,” she pointed to Tyranny, “had not wasted your ammunition. You used what you had very well.”
Robber shrugged, “Not a lot that I could do to stop him, in time. He was 'playing’ gunner when the first shot was fired. I knocked him off the gun as swiftly as I could.
“This whole expedition has been his idea. He thought that we could just go to the necropolis and dig up relics of Im Farst.
“The whole expedition was not too bad, financially. He bankrupted us, buying old manuscripts of the earliest X'ibian Empire. He thought that those relics would be fabulously valuable and allow us to recover our huge expenses. There is only one problem. We made a foray into the nearby necropolis. It is the wrong age entirely.
“Then he thought that maybe we could force Daring Do to reveal the location of Im Farst’s tomb. That was another piece of stupidity on his part.
“Here at the last, Overthrow and I were following him because we had no other choice. I mentioned that we are bankrupt? If it helps any, I was shooting only in defense.”
Sang He regarded Robber with mild disdain. “You told us only some of the truth. You are after a single relic. The legendary Heart of Discord. Daring Do was dispatched, not to prevent you from it, but to study and preserve the rest of the tomb.”
“She wasn’t to prevent us from getting the Heart of Discord?”
Daring Do, a bit of wind whipping her mane impressively, inquired, “Do you have any idea at all how old the Princesses Luna and Celestia are? They KNEW Im Farst and the Dragon Queen. They do not want the tomb of a friend despoiled for a single relic.”
Tyranny leaped on what Daring Do had said. “So! They gave you a map to the tomb! If you don’t hand it over right now, I will …” He hit the ground with a thump and a cloud of dust flaring out in all directions! Overthrow, leg wound still bleeding a bit, knocked him down and was sitting on him.
From his perch on Tyranny, he offered, “Excuse this, please. Our senior partner is more than a tiny bit unhinged. It did not show until we were committed to this business.”
Jeremy giggled. “It sure showed when he was shooting! Are you SURE that he is on YOUR side?”
Daring Do glanced skeptically at the three. “I had in mind allowing you to help us to excavate the tomb entrance as soon as we find it. You must realize that any three thousand year old guide or map will not be too accurate today. Even some hills move in that span of time. We will have our work cut out for us, just to locate the tomb and determine the correct method of entry.”
Tyranny, from his place flat on the ground, demanded, “What is so complex about it? Once we find the tomb, we just dig in and get what we need!”
Daring Do looked down incredulously. With all seven dromedaries doubled up with laughter and Soree giggling, she pointed out, “In my career, I have opened thirty eight significant ancient tombs. Every one has had at least two lethal traps that still functioned.
“Now I am certain that it will be YOU digging in, when we find the entrance!”
Robber chuckled sourly, “Tyranny, are you even beginning to grasp how stupid you are sounding?”
Daring Do shrugged. “Let him up. I have had to deal with grave robbing idiots before. “Mister Tyranny, you will not be allowed to enter the tomb at all. When we locate the artifact or any complication connected with it, you will be informed. If you try to enter without our specific permission, Sang He and her Dromedaries will shoot to kill without warning, is that clear?”
Tyranny regained his feet, snarling, “How can we possibly trust YOU?”
That caused Daring Do to double up laughing. When she regained her composure, she replied, “Not only are you still alive when we could have easily killed you, we are allowing you to stay with us. Consider, you are bankrupt. You cannot buy enough of fuel or supplies to get home but we are taking you in.
“It is we who have no cause to trust you!”
Soree went to Kanya Ama and asked, “May I get out the stove and fuel? We are now past our noon meal, due the presence of certain venomous insects.”
Kanya Ama knelt and allowed Soree to open her big pack panniers. Soree got out the stove, charcoal, and rice with dried vegetables already chopped and mixed in, needing only cooking to make them a meal.
Jeremy and Sehang Shu joined her in preparing the meal. Sehang Shu quietly offered, “Jeremy, you were very courageous in this event. Without your lead, we could have been killed.
“My given name is Shu. I wish that you would use it from now on.”
Lifting his eyes from the task of measuring the noon rice, Jeremy questioned, “I have made many mistakes of understanding so far, due to both prejudice and not grasping what I have been presented to study. From my reading, that offer has more meaning than simply letting me call you by your given name. Is that correct?”
Shehang Shu nodded, her face serious. “That is true, Jeremy. It is an offer of more than simply friendship.”
Jeremy returned to her the bow of one of low station to one of high. “I would be most honored, Shu. If I may say so, I have rarely ever met one that I respect more.” He hesitated before giving her a gentle hug.
Her return hug lifted him a good half meter off the ground!
She let him down and suggested with a giggle, “We can follow this up later. Just now, your lunch needs to be fixed!”
Soree grinned ear to ear as she commented, “We had better give you seconds, Jeremy! You are going to need your strength!”
Tyranny wandered close and demanded, “Never mind messing with the servants! When will my noon meal be ready?”
Tyranny promptly discovered two things about dromedaries. The first was that they can deliver a full power kick from any angle, using any leg. The other was that full power for a dromedary is very powerful indeed!
He picked himself up, cautiously, checking for broken bones. He had landed two meters away from where Shehang Shu’s hoof caught him. He snarled, “That is it! You are fired! Get out of here!”
That was met by a sudden clacking sound as all seven of the large bore dromedary rifles that Daring Do gave the herd were brought to bear and cocked, safeties off. He was surrounded by a herd of grim faced dromedaries staring down the sights of their weapons.
Sang He said in such a gentle voice that it took a moment for the meaning to penetrate, “You will abase yourself. Grovel before Shehang Shu and beg her for your life. If you do not, we will destroy you.”
Tyranny turned to Daring Do, who was staring in consternation at a sheaf of papers, and demanded, “Do something! Your servants are in revolt!”
Daring Do gave him a pained look. She patiently explained, “There is nothing for me to do. They are being very forbearing in allowing this conversation before firing.”
She pointed sweepingly to the desert horizon about them. “If you examine your surroundings with the utmost care, you might notice a tiny detail. You are not in Equestria. Equestrian law does not run here. What Sang He’s herd is about to do is TOTALLY LEGAL HERE.”
Tyranny’s brows drew down in puzzled shock. “All of this over firing a servant?”
Daring Do pointed out, “In the first place, NOT YOUR SERVANT! In the second place, not my servant, either. Sang He’s herd was engaged for their known and proven expertise in all aspects of the documentation, conservation and proper handling of antiquities.
“They have worked with me before. They are partners splitting a twenty percent share of the value of the total find as assessed by consultation between my Royal backers and the X'ibian Provincial Department of Antiquities. If the expedition fails, they will receive an already agreed to per diem.”
He gestured at the herd, with unwavering guns aimed at him. “These crude beasts, expert at anything? Ridiculous.”
There was another clacking of a rifle being cocked and brought to bear. Jeremy had joined the herd in steady, utterly calm aim at Tyranny. Soree was off to one side, out of the line of fire, sketching the scene into her notebook!
Daring Do observed, “Your mouth is digging you a grave that you will not get. By custom, your body will be put into an exposed location for desert scavengers to eat.”
It slowly percolated through Tyranny’s consciousness that what he was hearing was perfectly serious. He got down to his belly, head extended toward Shehang Shu. “Please spare my life! I did not understand what I was doing.” He frowned in concentration and added, “I am not sure that I do now. I will do my best to understand and behave.
“I am a scholar of the ancient form of your language. Perhaps I can assist the work coming by that means.”
Shehang Shu gave a millimetric nod from the Bow of one of highest station and slung her rifle. She pulled her sword and held it in a low guard position, edge toward Tyranny.
In a voice so cold that it should have frozen him, she stated, “We are on the same road. We ask no thing of you and you, none from us. The path is all that is shared.”
She sheathed her sword and turned her back on him. The others all released the cock and slung their rifles too. Even Jeremy turned his back on the shivering Tyranny.
Soree and Jeremy returned to fixing their delayed noon meal.
Daring Do stirred the still shuddering Tyranny with her hoof. “We need to talk about this translation. I told you, back in your office in Canterlot, that your X'ibian translation was near hopeless. It does not seem to have improved.”
That got Tyranny’s attention. “Nonsense. I have even used your lexicon of X'ibian Ideograms! I got every one exactly right!”
Daring Do nodded briskly. “You did. You also totally missed the meaning! All references to Dromedary are superlatives. They are the epitome of beauty, grace, elegance and deep thought. They are NEVER negatives or symbols of clumsiness, stupidity or ugliness.”
Incredulous, Tyranny gestured at the herd and exclaimed, “Impossible! Just look at them!”
Jeremy had quietly joined them and said, “Yes, just look at them through THEIR EYES. Didn’t you know that the whole X'ibian first Empire was founded and carried on by dromedaries? Im Farst, whose tomb we are seeking, was a dromedary.
“His wife, the legendary Dragon Queen, named Wisdom, was actually a dragon, as the X'ibians understood such creatures. We hope to find out more about Wisdom herself, in the exploration of this tomb, assuming that we can find it.”
Tyranny, ears stinging from the multiple rebukes, snapped, “What about HER MAP? How could you fail to find it unless you are really stupid?” He pointed dramatically at Daring Do, who yawned.
Sehang Shu loftily informed him, “If you were a student, you would be removed from the class. I believe the term I want here is flunked.
“You were informed already that landmarks can change a great deal in three thousand years. You have failed to consider the information given you.”
Jeremy quietly added, “Besides, Doctor Do does not have a map. That was a conclusion that you jumped on and have accepted without question since. That is faulty reasoning that not even the military of any nation will accept. I am amazed that you, as a lawyer, would be guilty of such a basic failure of logic.”
Daring Do agreed, “I do not have a map. I do know how to find the tomb. It will not be easy. We must begin inside the Hong Wa.”
Overthrow cautiously inquired, “If the tomb is outside the city, why do we need to begin inside it?”
Robber acidly pointed out, “If Daring Do has no map, she has a chain of clues that begin inside the city somewhere, obviously.”
Sang He politely herded Daring Do away from the lawyers. “Doctor Do, your delayed noon meal is now ready. Why you would wish to associate with such low creatures as they is beyond me.”
Daring Do chided gently, “My friend, do not discriminate with them because they are ponies.”
“I did not. I have placed them in the station that they have earned by their behavior. We honor you and those you have brought, because you and they have earned our respect. Those back there have gone so far the other way that I am glad that we did not shoot.
“Scavengers are a needful part of the ecology of the desert. I would not wish to poison them with that creature’s carcass.”
(to be continued)
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giant teddy bears (hc) | p.p.
summary: first dates are awkward, peter sucks at dance dance revolution, and the night ends with a giant teddy bear and something sweet.
warnings: IM SORRY I THINK THIS ONE IS A BIT LESS CHAOTIC THAN THE OTHERS IM SORRY I KNOW THAT'S LIKE MY BRAND LOL BUT I JUST AAAAAAAAAAA
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- are you ready?
- i'm listening...
- no that was weak come on guys!
- i said ARE YOU READY?!
...
- i think we can do better than that
- i said ARE YOU READY?!!!!!
- YEAHYEAH!!!!!!
- i'm so sorry i just watched a gif of sebastian stan doing that thing where he gets super hype and then just starts laughing but i really harvested that hype energy
- pro tip: go back and read that first bit in seb's voice you Will Not Regret It
- after writing one normal imagine, i am back to writing another hc
- the next one will be normal though LOL
- guess what
- chicken butt
- jk IT'S TIME FOR THE ARCADE WITH Y/N AND PETER!!!!!
- HELLS YEAH
- y'all r never gonna guess what i'm doing
- i am listening to one direction WOW
- heart attack is an underrated song 😔
- you guys said the emojis in italics made you lose ur mind so
- they're staying
- fuck it slant 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀
- fun fact i got pretty far into writing this and then was like "Hmm... no yeah This Ain't It" and so we're back and we're switching up the prompt a little bit
- so YAY
- so peter's balls finally dropped or something idk and he got his bitch ass together and asked you out!!!!!!!
- yay peter!!
- he was super nervy while doing it y'all were just walking home from school as per usual and this is how it went down
- y'all were passing the local arcade
"y/n- did you, uh, did you wanna go to the arcade tonight?"
"ooh yes, that sounds like so much fun"
"awesome... it's a date"
- and even though peter muttered that last part
- YOU HEARD IT
- who has super hearing NOW bitch
"a date?"
- you look over at peter and quirk a brow
- but on the inside ur like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
- YEAHYEAHNASDBFKSDNGLSFNKDC
- penis man gets flustered as FUCK
"oH-! well uhhhhhhh only if you, uhhh only if you want it to be"
"looks like i'll be dressing slightly better than normal"
- at this point y'all are at ur apartment building so you quickly peck him on his cheek (we're confident today ladies and gays!) and run up the steps, waving as you shut the door
- peter's in Fucking Shock.
- eyes wide, cheeks Red As Hell, standing there like Nobody Move! 0_0
- it takes some weirdo person idk to bump into him as he walks by to get him out of his trance
- (he jumps and turns to look at them, throwing his arms in the air like ?? before just sighing)
- (then he remembers Holy Shit I HAVE A DATE WITH Y/N AAAAAAAAAAAA and sort of like Skips away like how he does in far from home after the kiss you get the deal)
- u make sure to put on ur Cutest Fit
some inspo <3
- IM KIDDING
- jk the Ball Pit Dress Blanket Thing is a look and a half 😼
- in case u were wondering (no one is) this is what i would wear:
- when reading fics i Always have to have what im wearing in mind otherwise i am very bothered idk why
- anyways thank u pinterest for the style inspo
- shameless self promo my pinterest is in my bio and we can send each other memes on there <3
- ofc u can choose ur own outfit 😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌
- Not Me putting on jeans and feeling Fancy 😂🤏👋
- N E Ways! u put on ur dope fit and get all nice smelling n shit
- hair all pwetty
- cue (queue? i hate this word) that scene in homecoming of peter getting ready for the dance
- except he doesn't wear a suit (DEFINITELY WONDERS IF HE SHOULD THOUGH) and instead opts for this fit:
- Mhmm..... yea.... Yup.
- look at the SHOES
- anyways i think peter would wear that One Fit from the beginning of hoco with the blue sweater over the button up or maybe something a bit nicer idk
- the look i put is superior 😔
- he's finally ready and smells gr8 and hair is done just how he knows u like it
- may is fucking spitballing tips like a madwoman
"give her all your attention, peter"
"let her win most of the games, but don't make it look like you're letting her win"
"oh and god peter BUY HER A GIANT TEDDY BEAR"
- peter's like Yup Yup Got It May on the outside but on the inside he's fucking taking notes like the nerd he is
- bae
- just as you finish ur final touches ur phone buzzes
whale penis
On my way :)
- fyi a whale's penis is called a dork 😌 the more u know 😀😀😀😀
- you quickly text him back and before you know it this Puta is in front of ur door and his heart is going ZOOOOOOOOOM
- but since the two of you are so close and in sync he can usually hone in on your heartbeat even from a far ish distance so he focuses and finds your heartbeat easily
- ur heart is racing too and it makes him feel better
- he finally gets the balls to knock on ur door and Does Just That
- you open it SO FAST (you were secretly standing just outside the door waiting for peter but he doesn't have to know that)
"hi, peter"
- the look on peter's face
- he in Awe
- u look so pretty!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa
- this is a lovepage for that little 'a' at the end of that scream. idk why it makes me smile. it's like the underdog
- i need to fucking Restart my Brain jesus christ
- i get attached to little things so easily MOVING ON
- Beter finally regains himself
- shit excuse me
- 🅱eter finally regains himself
- there we go
"you look.... wow"
- ur face gets SO HOT
"thought i'd go for something other than leggings and oversized t-shirts"
- aka my whole wardrobe
- Very Basic White Girl of me
- (assuming the Fit ur wearing is the picture i put) (if not you can just ignore this little bit) ur like cleavage or whatever is out and it is Definitely Not What Peter's Used To Seeing!
- the Collarbones
- Sexy
- u catch peter's eyes linger on ur chest for a second and u 0_0 for a second
- but then it's like YAY FOR ATTRACTIVE FEATURES
- THANKS PUBERTY????????????
"you look wow as well"
"oH well i dress like this pretty normally i think it's really not that big of a change i probably should've dressed better-"
"you always look good, peter"
- Faking Confidence! hoping peter can't hear ur heart banging against ur sternum!
- but he can... Little Shit
- VERY RED FACES FOR THE TWO OF YOU
- VERY FLUSTERED
- peter is such a gentleman
- waits for you to lock ur door before holding out a hand nervously
- you take it ofc and he intertwines ur fingers and sort of Rubs His Thumb AGainst Ur Skin???? when i put it like that it sounds weird
- i appreciate writing headcanons because i don't have to think things out so that they sound pretty i can just Braindump and y'all r like Yea!! 😀❤
- a very nice feeling <3
- the two of you walk down the sidewalk together
- eventually the awkwardness of Woah We're On A Date!? is gone
- peter starts swinging your hands and you can't stop smiling
- a few people look at the two teenagers just giddily and dramatically swinging their arms together and laughing as they walk down the street
- but those people find it very cute
- y'all talk about the weirdest shit too
- peter rambles about his theory of there being a multiverse
"i mean, what if there really is a multiverse? like, i refuse to believe that we're the only living beings in this whole universe, much less believe that this is the only universe. and, when you think about it, it's like a whole new set of doors of knowledge are suddenly there for us to explore, i mean it just completely changes how we understand the initial singularity. we're talking about an internal inflation system and then how would that even work with all the quantum-? it's insane-!"
- he looks over at you and you're just smiling
"sorry"
"don't apologize for being a genius, peter"
- the ffh reference 😼
- his insides are like lkdsfhskjdfbg at that
- you also have ur nerd moment (i'm making this about reading because.... I Think We Can All Agree)
"what i don't get is all the imbeciles at school who think reading is stupid. they're all like, 'i haven't read a book in like two years! ha ha!' and i'm like 'oh! no wonder you're so stupid!' because not only do they think it's quirky for whatever reason to not read, but reading genuinely makes you smarter and they're all missing out on it! moreover, the feeling of getting sucked into a book and going on the story with the characters and feeling everything they're feeling and when you finish the book it's like holy shit i can't even process this and- oh i'm rambling"
- peter's just looking at you in awe
"this is why i like you"
- NOBODY MOVE
- you Cannot Breathe for a second and the two of you stop walking (still holding hands doe)
"you..?"
"i did ask you on a date, didn't i?"
- you scoff
"you muttered that it was a date and the only reason that fact was established was because i heard it and acted on it"
- peter sighs exasperatedly, still grinning like the Fool He Is as he lets go of your hand to swing his arms dramatically
"well, sorry i'm not super smooth and suave all the time!"
"yeah, cause you're never smooth and suave"
- now he :o
"hey-!"
"that's why i like you, too, parker"
- SMILE GETS EVEN BIGGER
- BIG CHEESY MOMENT
- the two of you clasp hands again and you hug his arm as you continue walking
- i wanna hug a boy's arm
- you get to the arcade and he opens the door for you
"m'lady"
- he's such a dork i hate (love) him
- now here u guys....
- guess who's like genuinely never been to an arcade...
..........
- 🙋♀️
- it me!
- yes yes we know i have no life
- SO BASICALLY
- i'm just gonna like fucking Spit-Ball the adventures of y/n and peter at the arcade
- if ur confused rn i am too
- OKAY
- SO U WALK IN
- imma walk up to him and imma push him and imma say I HAVE AIDS no wait thats so strong hold back, savor it, BUILD to that
- i know i didn't get all the words right whatever
- at first it's like Sensory Overload! but then 🅱eter drags you over to the front desk and y'all get ur tickets
- and then it's STRAIGHT TO THE PACMAN BOOTH
- he looks so FUCKIGN CUTE cause his tongue is like sticking out as he focuses
- y'all try the claw machine SO MANY TIMES
- not you managing to actually make it work and getting a spider-man toy
- nOT YOU GIVING IT TO PETER AND HIS CHEEKS ARE JUST 🔴
- the slant on that emoji i'm fucking losing my mind
- you absolutely crush him at the basketball game thing
- and y'all play that thing that has the weird seats or whatever and you're racing
- he lets you win
- y'all KILL IT at dance dance revolution
- peter trips over his feet and you laugh So Loud the people around you are like o_0
- uhhhhh what the fuck else is at an arcade
- i just KNOW i'm gonna forget something and y'all will be like BUT WHAT ABOUT THE _____
- my apologies in advance
- at the end of the night y'all get pizza from the little restaurant they have (idk if that's an actual thing arcades do but fuck it now they do)
- and peter wins you a giant bear and you smile SO BIG!
- peter can't stop smiling at u and u both r so so happy
- guys i need to get a graphic design is my passion in here.....
- getting a bit worried cause idk where to put one 0_0
- not sure where to go with this now... may just read some fics to get inspiration and completely forget to come back to this <3
- i promise i won't i wanna get this up tonight AAAAAAAAAAAA
- okay i will be back after i get inspo
- update it's been an hour and i got distracted have yet to find inspo i'll be back
- update part 2 i went downstairs to get a snack to Fuel My Brain and ant-man and the wasp was on so... watched that
- FUCK INSPO I CAN DO THIS MYSELF
- but i have the brain of a strapless croc.... whatever
-OKAY
- SO YOU GOT YOUR BEAR RIGHT
- YAY
- then you can peter are like "we should probably go" cause it's getting late and it's new york and yes peter's spider-man but y'all are on a date! and we don't want to get attacked!
- huzzah!
- so you leave
- holding hands
- (screaming inside)
- ur other hand is just holding the large ass bear to your chest and peter cannot stop SMILING
- the chaos level has gone down i'm sorry i'm tired
- here's some normalcy!
- you start walking home and see delmar's and peter's like "MR DELMAR WILL GIVE US FREE SOFT SERVES :D" so. you go to delmar's
- you walk in still holding hands and the Second mr delmar sees you he (¬‿¬)
"what brings you two kiddos in so late?"
- peter's BLUSHING
"we, uh, we went on a date SO YOU HAVE SOFT SERVES RIGHT?"
- he's so fucking flustered and it's adorable
- mr delmar just laughs
"on the house just for the lovers"
- now who's blushing
- your name
:o
- "your name" i was feeling spicy huh
- I HAVE TO PACK FOR MY TRIP TOMORROW
- HAHA OOPS
- mr delmar hands you the ice creams and y'all thank you
- he winks you sly bastard
- the two of you walk out and sit on the bench outside to eat your ice cream
- hands are feeling lonely cause you needed to hold your ice cream 😔
- at first y'all are just silent and then you look over at him just happily licking his ice cream
- he's got chocolate ice cream next to his mouth and you laugh
- he turns to you
"what?"
"messy eater"
- you mumble as you raise a hand and wipe it off with your thumb
- you wipe your thumb on your napkin and look back up at peter and suddenly the air has changed cause he's just staring at you or your lips really and oh wow now the air has left your lungs and your heart is racing
"can i kiss you?"
...
- peter tastes like chocolate.
HERE'S A MEME TO MAKE UP FOR THE LACK OF GRAPHIC DESIGN IS MY PASSION
- what if we kissed on the jouch? 😳
- hi lizthearies shoutout to our pinterest convos
- alright story = over
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THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE AND FOR WHAT
ily all, treat yourself and others with kindness (dream with harry had me crying within the first five minutes i love him so much), and WEAR A MASK (unless you're in a safe place aka not the US lol)
AND DONT FORGET TO CONTINUE SIGNING PETITIONS AND SPEAKING OUT!! BLM IS NOT A TREND!
<3
#peter parker#tom holland#peter parker imagines#marvel#mcu#spiderman#peter parker x reader#spiderman x reader#fanfic#fluff#writing#peter#parker#thomas holland
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and it’s a sad but strange juxtaposition of envy and inspiration i get from that person
#like...... i hate them..... but their shit is good and it inspires me.... but i also hate it at the same time#i feel so inadequate in comparison but im just digging myself into a pit of despair#i need to art journal again or like... bullet journal or do something constructive and tranformatiry with my fucjing mood swings#i used to be abls to write it all down and have all my frustrations on a diary entry but i havent had the drive? depression right lmao#but rn im vaguely angry and want to journal out of spite#which is kinda nice and refreshing bc normally i crumble under this task and my feelings of inadequacy and shit#like...... for someone whos usually happy go lucky around others i have quite a lot of pent up rage#like rn im in my bed trying to sleep but im jittery and shaky and all i want to do is either scream or run until my legs give out#and its not a bad feeling i dont feel horrible or sad or like im gonna collapse#but i feel that angry sense of passion where you feel like you have to prove yourself or prove others wrong#i have to take this rage and put it down on paper#and write about shit and do it like i did freshman year#i have a lot of art journals but one in particular is full of so many bad things. bad things as in things i wanted to do and things that i#had already done to myself. it was really bad. i burned it on new years bc i thougt i could transform tbat negative energy and its nice to#have it gone but its difficult rememebring it#im all about confiding in my friends and boyfriend and family.... but some shit inthink about i really just gotta keep to myself#bc if anybody knew itd be bad wnd i dont want them to see me differently bc its very very very selfish. and even a little evil sometimes.#that should be the spread i do in a journal. the evil thoughts in the back of my mind and shit#im not going to act on them so if youre reading this dont worry i promise im not crazy its just a split second where i think it and go#‘oh shit if anybody could read minds theyd want me to be far far away and never come back’#this person is the object of my hate. as well as someone else i know. and thouhh i havent had any other reason to hate them kther than#my own personal envy or percieved idea of enjvy or like.. just being a bitch and hating tbeir presence in general#i have no issue being around the one. tehyre actually a very pleasant person. no harm directly done to me. but what i believe theyve done#and what i think they reacted to what ive done is why i hatr them so fervently#as for the other one. the artist who claims to be bad and is literally not. is just. kind of an afterthought and a person i simultaneously#strive to be but also strive to be anything but. if i acted like they did it would mess up a lot of things for me. but i atill take#a lot of inspiration from their overall aesthetics and different art styles. its knly a matter of luck where they managed to get to where#they are today. they probably drew everyday and dedicated themself to their art really rigidly. but their past is what. bothers me the most#im usually a very intuitive person and can see through peoples shit#but i cant read the way this person impresses their presence still on others i know. weird.
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