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doitforbangchan · 3 months

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All Bark and No Bite 05

We're finally getting into some drama in this one (Yes i know it took forever) please enjoy!

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Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, reader is a CRYBABY, fluff, angst, virgin!reader, cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!)

Chapter warnings: Suggestive, ABO, reader in heat, cursing, pet names, manipulation?

WC: 3k

MDNI 18+

Disclaimer: The names and faces used here are just that, names and faces, and in no way reflect the real people the characters were designed after. The views and actions of these characters do not reflect the real Stray Kids in any way shape or form. This is all for fun let’s keep it that way please.

There was an intense warmth covering your back when you awoke the next morning. It was so comforting you almost lulled back to sleep. That is until you heard a raspy voice in your ear,

“Good morning, Omega.”

Chan

“Mmm” you grumbled, too caught up in his warmth.

He smiled into your hair and pressed a kiss to the back of your head. You felt tingles all over your body at his affection.

It was still hard to believe yesterday even happened. It feels like a fever dream, one you never wanted to wake from. You dug yourself further into the alpha's embrace, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

You feel weird today. Still so, so happy, but there's an oddness you can’t quite place your finger on. All you know is that Chan being here is so comforting to you.

“How did you sleep, baby?” He kept his voice low, he himself still riddled with sleep.

You yawned, “Wonderful, Chan. I don’t think I have ever slept that good in my life.”

He hummed, “I’m so glad, omega. You needed your rest after all the stress you’ve been through the last few days.” He brushes the hair from you face and turns your body over to be underneath him now. “And you’ll need your energy for what's in store for you today.” He smirked at seeing your face turn full red with blush. Did he mean we are gonna…

He planted a quick kiss to your lips before he spoke again “We’re going into town today to get you new clothes and toiletries.” He rolled off the bed.

‘Oh, get your mind out of the gutter y/n.’ You scolded yourself mentally. Propping yourself up on your elbows you admired your alpha as he slipped his pj pants back over his hips. He must have taken them off to be more comfortable in the night. The thought of being in bed with him, when he has no clothes on, makes you wanna drool. Made you wish you knew, then maybe you could have done something about it. ‘Y/N what the fuck calm down’

Chan could feel your eyes on him, so he pulled up his bottoms extra slowly, being sure to give you a good look at his ass. He smirked when he turned around to you staring right at him.

“Come on, Baby. You gotta get ready, I’m sure the boys are almost ready to head out.” He walked to the door, opening it to find your clothes from yesterday neatly folded and waiting. “Seungmin washed these for you last night, so you had something to wear today.” He set them on the bed for you.

“Wow, that was so thoughtful of him!” You beamed.

If only you knew how many times Seungmin pressed your dirty underwear to his nose, drinking in the pure scent of you.

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Chan left you to get ready for the day while he went and did the same. After you fell asleep last night him and the pack texted about today's agenda. A few of them needed to go to town so it was the perfect time to take you shopping. Chan was confident no one in their small town would try anything with you, especially if they saw the pack around.

There was a stack of bagels on the table waiting for you when you walked down the stairs about 15 minutes later. Jisung was seated there munching on his own when he noticed you and pulled out the chair next to him. “Hey my Baby! Wanna bagel?”

“Good morning Jisung,” You giggled. It was literal music to his ears. “I would love one, thank you. “

You took a seat next to him as he plated one up for you, with a side of cream cheese and butter.

“Are you ready to go shopping?” He asked with cheeks full of food.

You took your own bite, “Yes! Are you coming with us today?”

It was at that moment Chan entered the room, “Ah yes, actually Hannie is going to be the one to take you to get clothes. I have a few other matters to attend to in town.” He pressed a kiss to your head and lowered his voice when he sensed your anxiety “Alpha has some important things he needs to do, you’ll be a good omega and go shopping with Jisung, right?” He was pumping out pheromones to appease you and make you listen. It was certainly working.

You nodded along with his words “Yes alpha.”

He gave you a devilish grin “That's a good omega.” His words sent a deep shiver down your spine.

Jisung watched your interaction with interest. So far you were everything he’d heard about omegas. Sweet, respectful, beautiful. You really were a good omega. It made him want to take care of you.

“Who are we waiting on, Channie-hyung?” The beta asked after gulping down his bagel.

Chan pulled out your chair for you when you were finished, “Seungmin and Felix, they are probably already in the car waiting for us. Bin and Hyun are already in town, they took Changbins car. Bin wanted to get some gym time and Hyunjin is teaching his weekly art class.”

‘Aww Hyunjin really couldn’t get any more attractive’ You signed dreamily.

“Are Minho and Jeongin not coming with us?” You asked Chan.

“Nah Jeongin wasn’t feelin’ to well and Minho wants to get some house work in” You nodded.

“Seungmin will yell at me if we make him wait any longer so let’s go!” Jisung bolted for the door and you both followed right behind him hand in hand.

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The ride to town took about 20 minutes, but it felt like it went by much quicker. You were sat shotgun while Chan drove, his hand resting on your thigh the entire time. His touch calmed the nerves you felt, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. You still can’t shake this odd feeling.

The 3 betas sat in the back, Seungmin bullying Jisung about making him wait and Felix laughing like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen.

“It’s not my fault Seung! Channie is the one who came down last, Baby and i were ready!” His eyes found yours when you looked back at him, “right baby?!”

“Hmmmmm” you pretended to think, Chan giving you an amused side eye, Jisung pleading with you to agree. “I don’t remember.” You gave him a cheeky smile. “Oh wait , I remember now! It’s all Alphas fault!” You pointed at Chan and Jisung let out a cheer.

Seungmin was not as amused, “Don’t cover for him y/n, he’s always the late one.”

A loud “Hey!” then a thumping sound was barely heard over all the laughter in the car.

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In town Chan had Jisung change spots with him to take you to the boutique, while Chan and the other two boys attended to their own business. Your alpha gave you a deep kiss before departing, his smirk on display at your flustered state.

You and Jisung arrived a few minutes later at this small but very fashionable clothing store.

The door chimed as you opened it, a voice from behind a counter calling to you “Be right with you dearies!”

Jisung held onto your hand as you walked a little further in.

‘Wow there are so many options here!’ you thought, mouth wide open at the gorgeous selections.

“What can I help you -“ an older woman approached but paused at the sight of you.

You gave her a polite wave “Hello. I need some new

clothes please.”

She was an old beta woman, probably around late 60s, with graying hair and a green boho dress. She was a very pretty woman.

“Eun, this is y/n.” The woman only then seemed to notice Jisung with you. “She’s Chans mate.”

That seemed to snap her out of her daze, a bright smile gracing her features, “That sly dog went and got himself an omega huh? And a gorgeous one at that!” She approached you and grabbed your face, getting a good look at you. The blush returned to your face and you made eyes at Jisung next to you.

Jisung laughed and released your hand pulling you back slightly. “ Yes Eun, she’s new in our pack and needs a whole new wardrobe!”

The elder beta clapped her hands excitedly. “You’ve come to the right place then! I’ve got quite the collection for you to try my dear.” She disappeared into the back once again.

Jisung put both hands on your shoulders, giving them a rub to calm you.

“Don’t mind Eun, Baby. She’s a little eccentric. She’s an old friend Chans family. Watched him and his family grow up, so she’s a little excited.” Ah that makes sense.

Eun came rushing out with her arms full of clothes. She set them on a moving rack before shuffling it over to the fitting room in the corner. “I picked out a few things that I think you’ll love!”

She grabbed your hand and hurried you to the fitting room, chucking a few outfits into the room with you, then taking a seat outside with Jisung, both waiting for you to model all the clothes for them.

It took about 2 hours before you decided you had enough to last a lifetime. Actually you were done after picking one outfit, but Jisung just waved a credit card at you and told you to keep shopping. That he knew if you didn’t buy a lot then Chan would be mad at both of you. That made it easier to pick out stuff, knowing your alpha would be pleased.

It was when you were checking out with Eun that you started to feel the ache in your lower belly. And the fire in your veins. You clutched your stomach with one arm, the other holding onto Jisung so you didn’t collapse.

When Jisung went to ask you what was wrong, the most incredible scent he had ever smelled wafted out of you. His pupils were blown and his body went rigid.

He used both hands to ground you and keep you from falling. “y/n.. w-what is happening?” He managed to get out.

“She’s going into heat! You have to get her home now!” Eun had seen this before, she grew up with omegas.

“Me?! Shouldn’t we go pick up Channie-hyung first?” The boy asked in pure panic.

“No you need to take her straight home there is no time, don’t forget you're in a town with other alphas that can smell her just as well as you can.”

That seemed to snap him out of it, hauling you up and wrapping his arms around you.

“Eun, can you call Chan for me please? Just tell him I'm taking her straight home.”

Eun opened the door and helped Jisung load you into the car. “Will do! I’ll have someone fetch these clothes for her later. Be safe.” She shut you in and watched you drive off.

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Chan had paid a visit to the police station to speak with the sheriff while you were out shopping. Now was the perfect time to see what could be done about your missing persons status.

He was assured by the sheriff that if you made a report that you're not missing, they can send the information over to the original sector and have you filed as not missing and end the investigation. Plus your current location would legally remain anonymous.

Chan felt relieved by that, one less thing to worry about. That is, he was feeling relief until he received a very panicked call from Eun.

“You need to get home right now Christopher!” She hollered as he answered the phone.

He winced at her loud voice, “Ah, Eun what's going on?”

“Your omega is in heat, that’s what the fuck is going on. She started right in the middle of checking out! Had to leave all the bags here!”

Chan felt his heart stop and gut wrench. His omega was in heat . “Where is she now?”

“Han took her home, I told him not to stop for you and go straight there to avoid any trouble.”

“Thanks for letting me know. I gotta make a call.” With that he hung up on her. He would apologize later. First he had to get a ride home.

The line rang a few times before Changbins voice answered, sounding out of breath.

“What’s up bro? Finally wanna come join me in a workout?” His voice was teasing.

“Changbin” Chans voice was hard, Alpha mode activated. “I need you to come get me from the police department right now. It’s y/n, she's in heat.”

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Your senses were on overload. You could smell everything. Every trace of the boy’s previously in the car, every trace of Chan. And you could especially smell Jisung. Your hands kept finding his shirt, trying to tug him closer as he drove but he (regretfully) had to keep pushing you away. You’re gonna be the death of me he had said to you when the tugging began.

You hadn’t had a heat in years, not since you presented as an omega for the first time. After that you had been on high quality suppressants, causing you to not have a heat while taking them. That must be why this one came on so quickly. It had been days since you’ve taken any. Being in a house full of men, with your alpha, your body is going into overdrive. It was so bad, you felt as though you had no control over your body or urges. It was acting on its own at this point. It was making you delirious and feral.

Jisung sped as quickly as possible, while still keeping you safe, to get home. He made it there in record time, tires screeching to a stop outside the door. Even with you grabbing at him he managed to slip out of the driver's seat, bolting around the vehicle to open your door and gently guide you out. When his hands made contact with the skin on your waist when you shirt rode up, you let out a whimpering moan. You would be humiliated about that later.

Jisung felt his boner grow in his pants.

‘what the fuck what the fuck’ He was screaming internally, wanting to just take you there on the ground outside. He knew he couldn’t do that though. You were Chans first and foremost. His alpha. He would never disrespect him or you that way.

“Come on my baby, we gotta get you to your room.” At the mention of him taking you to your room you found your footing and let him lead you inside.

Stepping through the threshold the first thing you could sense was an alpha.

Jeongin made his way into the entry to see what the commotion was about , when he stopped right in his tracks. He didn’t know what was happening to him but he raced to your side.

“No no no no!” Jisung saw the young alpha coming at you and tried to stop him. “Jeongin wait, don’t!”

He didn’t hear a word though, pushing Jisung off of you and cornering you into the wall beside him.

At the presence of the alpha in front of you, you let out a long whine, hands reaching out and grasping his shirt.

Jeongin presses his nose into the gland on your neck where your aroma was emanating from the heaviest.

“Innie! You have to stop!!” Jisung yelled in his panic, but was only answered by the younger man’s deep growl.

“Omega….” Jeongin inhaled you, wanting to devour you whole. Never in his life had he wanted something more. He could almost taste you on his tongue.

“Jeongin!” Jisung screamed out again, “You have to st-“

“Stop!” Came a loud bellow, then strong hands ripped Jeongin from your body, tossing him to Changbin.

It was Chan. It was your Alpha.

Tears leaked from you at the sight of him. He was furious, not at you, but at the situation. At the sight of your dizzy appearance he hoisted you over his shoulder and headed up the stairs. Just in time for Minho to come running from his room upstairs.

“What the fuck is going on?” He demanded, but one look at the situation told him all he needed to know.

Chan yelled back to Minho “Help changbin get Jeongin out of here! In fact all of you need to stay out for a few days! We can’t have any repeats of what just happened.”

Minho nodded in agreement, “You're right. I'll make sure everyone stays away.”

Changbin was trying to force the younger alpha outside, into the fresh air away from you. It took all his will power to resist you himself, so it was a real struggle to try and reel in Jeongin. Changbin was lucky he had the self control he had, or he would be just like Jeongin. That's not to say it was easy for the alpha, no no, his body was aching for a taste of you.

Minho was herding them both along, Jisung following behind. “Come on guys, it’s alright. Let’s just get out of here and clear our minds huh?” He won’t deny he was affected by you as well. The tastiest thing he had ever experienced. It pissed him off that this ordeal was even happening, though. ‘I knew she would cause fucking problems’ he thought bitterly. Being the ever so responsible one, Min loaded everyone in the van and went to fetch the other remaining members. Time to find a place to crash for a few days. This blows.

A/N; Finallllyyy a little bit of drama! As always, I would love to hear what yall think!

Please do not copy or steal my writing and content! Reblogs, comments and likes are greatly appreciated tho!

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inkdrinkerworld · 7 months

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just a little thought but casual dom!remmy who opens those tough jars or bottles for you when cooking/baking, casual dom!remmy who ties your shoes for you or helps you put on your heels 🫣 or casual dom!remmy who buttons up your coat and wraps you up in a cozy scarf when the seasons change 😫

You’re panicking as you realize you can’t find your leg warmers.

It’s crucial to your health, for the mere fact that it ensures that you don’t freeze to death when you go into work and that it always looks good with your brown corduroy overall dress and long sleeved cream sweater.

“Remmy,” you rush down the stairs, strides only slowing when Remus raises an eyebrow at you.

He’s in the kitchen wrapping your breakfast bagel up in parchment and getting your lunch from the fridge.

“What’s missing, dove?” Of course he already knows something is wrong.

You pout as you stand before him, frustrated to have misplaced a crucial part of your outfit.

“I can’t find my leg warmers! The white knitted one Lily gave me last autumn.” Your voice is a whine, a little bit of hopelessness leaking into it as Remus sets your bowl and wrapped breakfast into your lunch bag.

“I put them in the dryer while you went to shower. Go sit down and I’ll get them,” he kisses your forehead, begins to walk and then pauses. “Your coffee’s in your bag.”

Your chest and stomach fill with a fondness that’s sweet and sticky like honey. It makes you all gooey inside when you take your to-go cup out of your bag and smell the cinnamon-y coffee that only Remus can get right now.

You melt even more when he comes back with your leg warmers, fluffy socks and your doc martens.

“Alright dovey, sit still.” Remus’ touch is delicate as he slides the leg warmers up, then fits your socks and finally your shoes. He kinases both your knees before he stands again.

“Did you take your fruit from the fridge?” You ask him, leaning up to kiss his lips as he reaches for his scarf.

“I did, and I took my vitamins. Yours are beside your breakfast, please take them honey.”

You nod, taking Remus’ extended hand to help you stand.

“Ready?” He asks, and you nod gathering your bags before pausing. You look around the living room and frown.

Remus is already two steps ahead of you, “Ve’got your scarf and coat. I’ll put it in for you when we’re closer to work.”

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cwritesforfun · 3 months

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Regina George x Fem!Reader: NYC

I think we’re all obsessed with Renee Rapp as Regina George …

Y/N = Your Name (I will use this sparingly)

I am trying second-person pov for the first time, don't be mad if it sucks.

hehehehehe

Regina's POV

I think the only person I've ever loved is Y/N. I always thought I would know what real love was when it happened to me, but I realized it too late. I lost Y/N because we just experimented with each other, didn't want to commit to dating or coming out, moved to different schools, made new friends, and graduated high school. I texted her one time and it was to tell her congratulations on graduating and she texted me the same. She even moved houses, which I didn't know until I drove there today and there was a new family there and they had no idea where the previous owners lived. I tried calling her, but it gave me her voicemail and I don't even know what to say. Where is she?! And on top of all of this, Mom is taking me to New York City because I've been moping. I don't want to travel.

Your POV ... 1 week later...

You're working at a coffee shop and you smile. You have been so happy in New York. Dad had us move out to Brooklyn to take over his brother's coffee shop and he's been really great. He's grown so much in the role of manager and owner. You work as the assistant manager on weekends and you're in charge of events. You have fun.

It's Saturday and the day has been buzzing with orders. You have never seen so many lattes made or bagels ordered. Truly, this is insane. To promote the business, you had done a 2-hour 50% deal on lattes and your regular customers went CRAZY then they told their friends. Dad would be proud.

You are sitting on your phone eating your bagel during lunch reading your book when you hear a familiar voice order an iced oat milk latte and a bagel with strawberry cream cheese. That's so fetch. You exclaim, "Regina George, is that really you?" She whips her head around to face you and her jaw drops. You say, "You should join me if you're not busy." She nods, grabs her order, and sits in the seat across from me.

You exclaim, "I had no idea you were in New York City." She snaps, "I had no idea you moved. You never told me." You exclaim, "You could've asked one of those times you called me and didn't leave me a voicemail." She asks, "I never knew what to say. If you got those, why didn't you call me back?" You answer, "I didn't know what to say either. I could've told you about the sudden move and made you plan a visit, but I guess I never thought you would agree after we stopped talking... I always felt bad about that. I didn't want to stop being around you. It was just easier at the time than well doing what we were doing." She nods and says, "I missed you." You reply, "I missed you too. My lunch break is over in like 5 minutes, but would you want to hang out while you're in town? My dad made plans for him and me tonight, but maybe tomorrow we can hang out." She replies, "I will have to check with my mom, but I think tomorrow would work. Do you promise to answer if I call?" You nod and answer, "Yes." You both smile at each other and it's like times are like they were in high school. You were happy in high school when you were with Regina, but you never knew if what you did together would lead to something real. You felt like a second choice and it was alienating. Breaking off your fling with her was good for you because it let you be independent at your new school and it let you start to figure out who you were a little. You were bisexual and you were proud.

That night, as you finish getting ready for dinner, you finally ask your dad, "Who are we meeting for dinner? You've been very secretive about this whole night. You just said to dress nice. You have me scared." He hugs me and says, "You'll enjoy tonight. I have a 50/50 chance of being right about that. You look gorgeous tonight, let's head out. We don't want to be late." We leave our house and we make our way to this pizza place that we love that has this fancy upper floor overlooking the piano and more seating. Honestly, it just looks fancy. The food is not bad prices at all, haha. Dad just likes to romanticize our pizza dinners.

We take our normal seats and you watch the pianist play Mozart's Eine kleine Nachtmusik. You know this song on flute and you love it.

Dad exclaims, "Sweetie, our guests are here. Say hi." You turn around and you see Regina with her mom. You gasped and said, "Hi, I'm so confused. Why are you here? Dad, I saw her in our coffee shop today. Did you plan this?" Regina says, "I thought it was weird that we were meeting people in the city because we know no one. Well, except you two and even I just found that out today." Dad says, "Sit down and relax, ladies. Mrs. George and I talked a few weeks back about how it was weird you two hadn't seen each other in a while. We planned this trip when Mrs. George said that Regina had been moping around the house for months and her last happy memory was with dear Y/N." WTF?!? She hasn't been happy since I was hanging out with her?! Regina asks, "How long have you two been talking? Does dad know, mom?" Mrs. George says, "Honey, this is different than that time with John from down the street. This was just a friendly parent-to-parent talk about our kid's well-being. I don't romantically see Y/N's dad. We talk like once a month about finances because I don't get it and your dad hates talking to me about them." lol ... family drama ... Regina slouches and crosses her arms angrily. Shit, she is not happy about something. You used to be so good at reading her. You're out of practice.

Pizza arrives at the table and we all eat while making small talk. Regina refuses to look anyone in the eyes, she just keeps her head down and keeps quiet. You hate this. You want to talk to her, not our parents right now. You nudge her and ask, "Do you want to hang out with just me after this? I could try cheering you up if you'd let me." She answers, "Sure," before turning back to her pizza.

Once pizza winds down, you exclaim, "Hey Dad and Mrs. George, Regina and I are going to go out for a bit alone after this. We will be safe and we will let you know where we go and when we plan to go home." Mrs. George says, "Oh before you leave, I should say, Regina's suitcase is in your dad's car in case she wants to spend the night at your place." Regina snaps, "I'm right here, mom. You're talking about me like I'm not in the room." Mrs. George snaps, "I'm sorry Miss Didn't Say Anything During Dinner and Is Rude To People and Stares At Pizza." OH FUDGE ... You grab Regina's hand pulling her away from our parents and outside the restaurant.

Outside, we start walking and you realize you are still holding Regina's hand. She probably doesn't even want to be holding your hand. It's not like this is a date. You drop it and ask, "Are you in the mood for gelato?" She answers, "Sure." You reply, "Great, let's go. It's like 2 blocks from here."

We walk in comfortable silence until we get there. I open the door for Regina and she thanks me as she walks inside. My friend, Sam, is behind the counter and Sam exclaims "Y/N!!! It's good to see you again!!! Guess what?" You ask, "What's up, Sam?" Sam answers, "Josh asked me out!!" You smile and say, "OMG!!!! You'll have to tell me all about it. I'm so happy for you. This is Regina, by the way. And Regina, this is Sam." Sam waves and says, "Wow Regina, you're really pretty." Regina replies, "Thanks. Could I get a small raspberry gelato?" Sam nods and I say, "And could you get me a small dulce de leche gelato?" Sam nods and asks, "So Regina, are you in town visiting Y/N? She has been rather lonely without you. It's always about you, you know." Regina half-smiles and says "What kind of things did she say exactly?" Sam answers, "She said you were pretty and you are. She said you were her best friend for a long time and you both really liked spending time together. She was scared to commit and she wasn't ready to come out. She said you were her crush for a bit in high school. She said..." You quickly interrupt and say, "I think that is quite enough, Sam. How much is the gelato?" Sam answers, "$8.72." You pay for the gelato then sit in a booth away from Sam. You hear the door open and see two families walk in with little kids. At least Sam will be busy and won't pay attention to us for a bit.

You exclaim, "I know tonight's dinner was terrible, but I'm hoping I can still turn around your night and make it better." Regina asks, "Is it true?" You ask, "Is what true? You'll have to be more specific." Regina mumbles, "The crush on me." You say, "Yes, it is true. I liked you a lot when we were experimenting together and then we broke it all off. It was tough and I had to heal from that heartbreak, but I didn't realize it was heartbreak until I came to the realization that I romantically liked you. And then you were gone and then we graduated and I had to move and the timing was never right. But, I do know three things: I am bisexual and I like you a lot and the feelings never went away." She smiles widely and says, "God, if we weren't by your nosy friend and in a gelato shop, I'd kiss you." You ask, "So. the feeling is mutual then?" She answers, "Yes... I am lesbian though." You reply, "That's pretty cool." She laughs.

After gelato, we hold hands and walk to the Brooklyn Bridge. We were close to it anyway, so why not walk there?!? Haha! Besides, during the day there are tons of vendors, and at night, there are just lots of cars and busy people. You love living in the city. The city also looks beautiful all lit up at night.

As we stand at this pier looking out at the water, Regina asks, "Can we have that kiss now?" You turn to her and answer, "Yes." You kiss and it's like you're the city being lit up at night. You feel bright and you see your future.

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netisinfin8ty · 11 months

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HUGE ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE SPOILERS BELOW

Ok, I know a lot of people discussing about Across the Spider-Verse tend to focus on that ending (because WHAT AN ending) but I’m honestly more focused on a certain Hispanic vampire spidery boi because I’ve got a wild-ass theory concerning him. check this out ready

THESE TWO AREN’T THE SAME PERSON

All the evidence I have is the trilogy's subtext and the two’s vibes but I SWEAR THIS COULD BE PROVEN CORRECT IN BEYOND THE SPIDER-VERSE

While both ITSPV!Miguel and ATSP!Miguel tend to get frustrated pretty quickly, some things about their personality don’t quite match up. ITSPV!Miguel seems a lot more snarky and comical (”I know what It looks like...” “Oh, here we go...” “The Multiverse didn’t collapse!” “Oh, cool!” “Great story.”) but meanwhile, ATSP!Miguel is a lot more deadpan and aloof - even Peter B. calls him out (”You know, you’re the only Spider-Man I know who isn’t funny; we’re supposed to be funny!). ITSPV!Miguel is surprisingly a lot calmer when concerning the multiverse’s structural integrity, but ATSP!Miguel is a lot more controlling and cold; he also seems like he could lose his shit at any second compared to ITSPV!Miguel. He even says it himself (”...all this time, I have been the only one HOLDING IT ALL TOGETHER!”) ATSP!Miguel is completely ruthless and can be a total monster at some points, but ITSPV!Miguel doesn’t seem to have that same fury

also, correct me if I’m wrong; ATSP!Miguel says that one of the first times he hopped dimensions was when he was trying to find the one where he was finally happy but we know that ain’t the case because of ITSPV!Miguel

maybe that part didn’t happen

BUT GOING BACK TO THE THEORY I also believe this twist is plausible due to these movies underlying theme of two versions of the same person. we got Peter B. and Peter and their two retrospective Mary Janes, and now Miles and his Earth-42 counterpart (which can I just add was that MCU!Prowler Donald Glover Miles interaction foreshadowing in a way? I'm gonna say yes), so it wouldn’t be that out of left field if in Beyond we got two Miguels

but the only thing left here is how this ties into the third Miguel; the one who was killed. was ITSPV!Miguel and that Miguel the same person? ATSP!Miguel didn’t imply that he was also Spider-Man but he didn’t deny it either. how did he convince the rest of the Spider-Society that he was the ‘real’ Miguel? are they all different people? how has ITSPV!Miguel not noticed a second version of himself by now? did ATSP!Miguel ACTUALLY kill him and straight-up fibbed about someone else killing him? he does seem like having the vibe of a man keeping a lot of shit in the closet; look at how he says that any universe that disrupts ‘canon’ dies and look at Earth-42, 1610 and 65. how does Hobie relate to all of this??? so many questions...

The obvious answer to this riddle is obvious; ITSPV!Miguel just got a redesign for ATSP. That post-credits scene started production late into ITSP’s release date so they just used the regular Spider-Man model and dropped 2099′s day of the dead-ass-luchador-ass textures on it. I mean look at Lyla’s lip sync they weren’t even trying

BUT STILL. If they can make the fucking BAGEL DUDE into a cosmic-level threat, if they can ret-con a one-off background gag into Mile’s nemesis, I swear the production staff could be mad enough to say ‘these two aren’t the same guy’ as well

All i’m saying is, it’s gonna be a tedious next 9 months

#across the spiderverse #spider-man: across the spider-verse #atsv spoilers #miguel o'hara #spider-man 2099 #miles morales #spider-man #spot #spider-punk #spiderman #spider-man theory #doesn't even come out on my birthday comes out like 2 weeks after I can't even drive aaaargh

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trash-king18 · 10 months

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m pt. 10

this fic is far from over because i have a problem and am literally obsessed with miggy

cw: slightly suggestive

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his eyes are closed but you can tell if you move too much you’ll wake him up.

his arm is draped over you so you do your best to carefully slip out from under him without him sensing and you’re 3 steps from the door before you hear him

“adonde vas?”

where are you going

damn it

“to get ready, we have work”

“what about breakfast”

“i don’t know grab a bagel or something from the food court, we’re already gonna be late”

he sounds half asleep still, he still hasn’t even opened his eyes

“a bagel? i don’t want a bagel”

“then get something else”

“no i don’t want that” he mumbles sleepily

you just shake your head in disbelief and start to go towards the door again

“regresar”

come back

“no get up we have to get ready”

you reach for the door but you feel something land on your back

“o’hará don’t you dare”

too late. he pulls you back into bed with a web and catches you before promptly.. rolling on top of you.

“see? mejor”

better

“get. off of me”

he still hasn’t even bothered to open his eyes he just cages you in with his body weight. he kept surprising you lately but you didn’t expect the needy cuddly thing. you thought he might be on drugs. you were honestly surprised he was still there when you woke up. also surprised you hadn’t woke up and snuck out yourself

“miguel lo juro por Dios- you’re making me late”

i swear to god

“you can be late, boss says it’s ok”

“Miguel!”

you sounded mad now, he opened his eyes and looked at you trapped underneath him

“get off! now.”

he groans and rolls off onto his back and you get up before finishing getting ready. he doesn’t move just remains laying on your bed listening to you storm around your apartment. you come back in fully dressed ready to go.

“are you gonna get up?”

“i have to go home first i’ll be at work soon”

“well get moving estupido you’re not staying here”

“why are you in such a rush”

“uh because we’re late”

“you’re leaving without breakfast?”

“ay coño what is with you and food”

“..i’m hungry.”

“what so we’d just get breakfast, together .. show up to work, together? late! act like this is completely normal”

he sits up “well i didn’t think-“

“no you didn’t”

“mi cariño i can see that you’re frustrated-“

“no no no. no cariño right now. none of that. right now we are going to work ~separately~. and we are going to do our work, like normal, and we are going to fight in front of everybody, like normal, and just act normal”

“i thought you said you didn’t want to act like this was normal”

“you-“

“ay dios ok ok”

he hops up and follows you into the living room.

“well act normal, i’ll make sure i yell at you extra”

“not an excuse for you to yell at me for no reason”

“mamacita what do you want from me here”

you turn around and give him a warning look.

“fine. i will just.. be your boss today”

you sigh “thank you”

“but i don’t have to be your boss right now” he says before kissing you on the cheek before you have a chance to stop him and then dashing out to the terrace to avoid being scolded again.

“hasta luego”

“will you-“

but he’s already gone swinging away.

you get to the HQ 45 minutes late, which isn’t awful but unusual for you.

Gwen was sitting in there waiting for you while talking to Pavitr Hobie and Peter B.. and of course Mayday

“Hey Gwen sorry got a late start this morning”

you were helping her with a chem project for school and you frequently tutored many of the younger spider people in science since their grades tended to slip after you know.. becoming super heroes.

“All good, you okay?”

“Fine kiddo, gracias… ~Peter~ you know what i’ve said about bringing may into the lab”

“Yeah sorry Y/N i just.. you know can’t leave her out of my sight for a minute”

May reaches out for you and you grab her before she gets bored and decides to climb on the walls and knock stuff over.

“it’s ok, just make sure you.. keep her close”

“Alright let’s see what you’ve got so far”

the boys escort themselves out taking May with them while you and Gwen work on her project for almost an hour.

“Hey y/n can i ask you something?”

“is this about miles..”

“what no… yes”

“look i know what he asked of you is hard, but it’s for his own good. I haven’t met morales, but he has a choice to make and knowing will only make it harder”

“i know.. i just.. i miss him”

you look at her she seems so defeated, after everything she’s lost you can’t help but try and find a way to help her.

“ya know.. i’m sure they wouldn’t notice if you popped in just to check on him. as long as you promise to hold the universe together while you do”

“no ~he’d~ find out”

“i’m not gonna tell him niña, so as long as you play it smart while you’re there, and don’t talk to him”

“i don’t know.. maybe”

“of course officially i’m telling you to follow orders, you know for the good of the multiverse and all that.”

“right of course”

the boys come back in to come drag gwen to a training session. but they stay for a minute before leaving

Hobie “so did you ask her”

Pavitr hits his arm but he just shrugs

“Yeah i did”

they turn to you

“Hey. like i said officially i’m not saying anything but… play it smart, play it safe, and i tell him nothing”

“Tell who nothing?

Suddenly he’s in the doorway.

Peter B “shit”

gwen slaps his arm.

he looks at peter with distaste but instead of yelling at any of them or throwing them out.

“Don’t you have training sessions to get to”

“uh yeah right away”

“sorry boss”

Hobie “nah mate im good”

everyone turns to him, even for hobie who seemed to relish in pissing him off more than you did, you hated when he yelled at the kids. i mean really they were teenagers you got second hand embarrassment

“My fault boss, me and gwen were finishing a school project she was working on and i asked the boys to let her practice presenting”

He raises his brow at you.

Gwen “right”

Pavitr “yes just doing science things in here”

Hobie “i just don’t like being on time”

you shoot him a look, and the other two pushed him out the doors into the hall.

Peters still in there, looking between you two, you wait for Miguel to yell at him but he just opens the door again and gestures for him to leave.

—in the hall—

Peter B: is it just me.. or is he kind of sort of maybe in a little bit of good mood.. for him

Pavitr nods and looks at hobie

Gwen: less grumpy than i’ve ever seen him. He hasn’t thrown anything at anyone all day.

the boys chuckle

they turn to them “what?”

“can you guys not see what’s clearly happened”

Gwen “they’re gonna fight”

Pavitr “no— well yeah they’re always fighting but something.. changed” he quirks a brow at hobie

gwen mouths a silent O and Pavitr nods confirming

they burst out laughing

Peter B: “what? what happened”

Hobie “man’s got laid”

“hu- oh- OHHHH”

they just laugh more

“guess i owe you twenty bucks” pavitr says to peter

gwen: “wha- you guys bet on it”

pavitr “hell yeah we did, we’ve been waiting for this for years”

peter “you can pay it off by babysitting may day this weekend, apparently most parents don’t bring their kids to date night”

pavitr “no hell no here take my money”

—back in the lab—

“tutoring?”

“are you asking as my boss”

he sighs “yes.”

“then yes sir i help the younger recruits out with assignments often to help them manage their responsibilities and better keep their head clear for their work here.”

“good. that’s good”

“anything else? you’re not due for another infusion for a few days”

“that’s all you have to say”

“normal. remember?”

“well yeah but.. no one’s listening”

“you don’t know that. if they don’t hear shouting soon they’ll start to think somethings up”

he starts to get exasperated “you said don’t yell at you for no reason”

“yes, but i could always yell at you”

his voice is flat “i’ll pass”

“will you at least walk out the door looking angry”

“shouldn’t be hard”

“are you mad now?”

“no.”

“mentiroso”

liar

“~i’m not~.. mad.” he sighs “i just thought…”

“thought what?” you don’t even look up you’re just focused on the work in front of you.

“never mind.”

and he ends up genuinely storming out.

Gwen “there goes the good mood”

“you three training NOW”

“yikes”

later that night you were trying not to fall asleep at your bench as you worked on the new injection formula. you were getting so close but something just wasn’t right.

you hear the frosted glass doors slide open faintly but you’re barely paying attention.

y/n… y/n!

can you hear me.

“huh.. yeah yeah”

“what are you still doing here it’s 11 pm”

“working”

“.. you’re barely awake”

“i’m fine. go away i need to focus”

you always got like this, ever since you were a kid, you’d hyper focus and work for hours sometimes days on end without taking a break forgetting to take care of yourself.

you’d been in the same position since before lunch without moving, just running the serum slightly different every time

“you need to go home”

“deja de molestarme i will when i’m done”

stop bothering me

“if i let you stay will you be done soon”

“ay si”

“how soon”

“just a couple.. hours maybe tomorrow morning”

“yeah nope”

you go to protest but he’s already dragging you away from your work

“hey no no no just let me do this one—“

“no. you’re done i’m taking you home now”

he dragging you from the lab

“fine fine i will go home i promise just let me turn everything off”

he looks at you for a moment before he finally lets you go and of course you immediately run back in and try to close the door in his face and go back to working but he pulls them back open and grabs you before you can.

“hey! let go”

“then cooperate”

“i will”

“no you won’t, let’s go”

he throws you over his shoulder, much less gently than he had the first time he did it.

he turns all the computers off and puts the vials you had out back in the fridge/incubator while you hang trying to squirm out of his grip.

“miguel bájame ahora mismo así que ayúdame dios te dispararé en el pie”

put me down right now or so help me god i will shoot you in the foot.

“mi cariño if you shoot me i guarantee you will just made me more mad”

“stop calling me that!”

you hear him mutter to himself

“i’ll call you whatever i want”

before he reaches up and pulls the gun from its holster on your hip. he checks the safety’s on but he puts it back. you couldn’t grab it from this angle even if you wanted to.

you shout a string of things you would never dare repeat in front of your nephews in english and in spanish. there’s no spider people left as far as you can tell. he walks into the elevator with you still banging onto his back with your fists, but instead of pushing down he pressed the up button.

“my car is downstairs genius”

“we’re not taking your car”

the door dings open and he steps out onto the roof.

“oh no.. oh hell no you are not swinging me anywhere o’hara do you hear me?”

“not up to you”

he sets you down for a second to put his mask back on.

he grabs your waist with his lasso since you immediately headed back for the elevator and pulls you back

“do that one more time o hara”

“miguel”

“not sure what point you’re trying to prove but this is not helping your case”

“not proving anything sweetheart just being a gentleman, taking you home”

“you call this being a gentleman”

“i call this.. taking you home”

“god you are so infuriating do you know that”

but he doesn’t answer he just picks you up again by the waist and shoots a web onto the nearest rooftop.

“do not do it. i’m serious”

too late. he jumps and you’re swinging from rooftop to rooftop, suddenly instead of fighting your way out of his arms you’re clinging to him with your head buried in his shoulder.

you don’t look up until you feel him land on a solid surface.

he puts you down and you mutter to yourself

“god i always hated that”

he’s confused because he doesn’t remember when you would’ve had to but he doesn’t say anything

you look up and you’re ~not~ at you’re apartment. you’re on a rooftop close enough that you can still see HQ in the distance.

“where are we”

“home”

“no my apartment is the other direction”

“never said your home”

he just starts walking to the stairwell.

“seriously?”

but he just opens the door gestures for you to walk in.

you look around and realize you’ve got no choice so you march past him.

“see? gentleman?”

“cállate”

you walk down into the hallway where his suite is. he picks you up out of the way, unnecessary, to unlock the door. and then holds it again for you to come in. you just stare at him refusing to move before he takes your hand to pull you in and shuts the door behind you.

“bathrooms down the hall on the left in case you wanna shower, i’m gonna go get changed”

you just keep standing there staring

“what?”

“what are you doing”

“getting ready for bed, uhm there’s clean towels in there already you can use the black ones”

you just scoff and turn towards the door

“where the hell are you going”

“home”

“how you gonna get there?”

“walk”

“no you’re not”

“yes i am”

“that’s not safe”

“i have a gun”

“i remember”

you go to unlock the door but he stops you

“o’hara i’m warning you, get out of my way”

“you gonna shoot me cariño?”

you sneer.

“i get you want to act professional at work but do you have to be so..”

“so?”

“impossible?”

“you’re not helping yourself.”

“it’s true”

“you can’t keep me here. that’s kidnapping”

“you’re an adult”

“not how that works”

“leave if you want, i’ll just follow you” he turns back around and heads toward what you assume is his room

“oh and when you turn on the water make sure you turn it all the way up first otherwise it won’t get hot”

and then he just closed the door and leaves you standing in his kitchen.

“son of a..”

you consider going home, you know he’s not bluffing, he’d probably just bring you back here anyway. but you end up in the bathroom showering, and when you get out you rinse your mouth with mouthwash since the jerk hadn’t even considered that you didn’t have anything here, including clothes. you dry off and wrap yourself tightly in the biggest towel you can find

you’re about to put your work clothes back on but you hear shuffling outside the door so you open it to find him right there, holding clean clothes out

but they weren’t yours.

“i’m not wearing your clothes.”

“feel free to stay naked, i won’t mind”

you grab them from his hand and close the door harshly in his smirking face again to get dressed. the shirt is huge on you and fits more like a dress and the only other thing.. is a pair of boxers.

they were clean but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. not that he could see them anyway.

so you opt for your own underwear and throw them in a pile with your clothes which you gather and stuff into your work bag.

you come out and he’s still right there. his eyes sweep down your body

“not one word”

“are you really still gonna act like this”

“you dragged me away from an important breakthrough and then basically made me a hostage in your apartment”

“you’re not a hostage i told you you can leave”

“so you can stalk me back to my place”

“..is it stalking if i’ve spent the night twice?”

you sneer at him and push past back into the kitchen.

“why did you bring me here”

“so i can keep an eye on you and sleep in my own bed. if i hadn’t you would’ve just snuck back to work anyway”

“why not just install cameras im surprised you haven’t already”

“that’s not fair”

“really? it’s not? because this whole thing is starting to go from annoyingly overprotective to controlling real quick”

“i’m sorry if you’d let actually take care of you i wouldn’t have to do this”

“that’s right blame your border line feral control issues on me.”

“i’m not blaming you!”

“it sure sounds like it.”

“Y/N!”

“what!”

he sighs harshly and then takes another breath “nothing.”

“nothing?”

“nothing. i brought you here so you wouldn’t overwork yourself and end up sleeping on the floor of your lab. as much as you all accuse me of just being a grump and needing an attitude adjustment or whatever; i have been trying to be restrained and keep my cool with you but i can’t do that if you keep turning everything into a fight because you don’t know how to talk to me like a grownup. i’m done yelling, i’m done fighting with you. it’s late. i’m going to get in bed. you can sleep out here i’ll get you sheets or.. in my room. or if you insist i will take you home, but i mean take you home you’re not walking in the dark by yourself. ok?”

you’re stunned. he had yelled at you countless times over the years, teased you, made fun of you, besides the day in the office recently it had never even come close to anything like this.

he sounded exhausted “will you please just say something”

you’re quiet for another beat.. but softly you finally say

“i’m hungry.”

“you’re— what?”

you ignore him and start opening cabinets. but there’s nothing besides ingredients. not a snack guy. so you open the fridge as he just stands in the hallway watching.

you look around until you finally see something you can just eat now. a container of strawberries. he must get his groceries in another dimension because no one was growing fresh fruit here.

you take them out and literally just start eating one after the other silently. he still hasn’t moved.

you look up at him finally

slightly defensive you offer up

“i didn’t eat lunch or dinner im starving”

he just walks over to you there’s no anger left in his face. he doesn’t say anything as you turn to him but he just gently places both hands on your hips and then picks you up.

“hey i’m eating tho-“

but he picks them up too with his free hand once he has you secured in his arm. wordlessly he carries you into his room and hands you the strawberries so he can open the door.

he walks in and places you down on the floor, puts the strawberries on the nightstand and pulls the covers back before immediately picking you up again to place you in bed.

“o’hara what-“

he walks out and comes back in a minute later with a glass of water and a plate. he leans down to set them down next to you. he stands back up and finally speaks.

“am i staying or going”

“what”

“am i staying in here or am i sleeping on the couch”

“i- that’s up to you it’s your-“

“i don’t want to fight about this in the morning, i want you to give me straight answer”

you stare up at him and realize he’s completely serious.

“i- i don’t know”

he sighs and turns for the door “don’t get food in my sheets please”

“o’hara— miguel wait”

he stops and turns his head.

“you can’t sleep on the couch in your own apartment”

“it’s fine i don’t mind, just try to sleep”

“~miguel~” you say slightly frustrated. he was really going to make you say it

“you can sleep in here”

he turns back around and pauses for a second before he finally moves to the other side of the bed and gets in. you both don’t say anything. he fidgets to take his watch off and set it on the nightstand and you self consciously pick up another strawberry. once you start you finish the whole container before you even realize.

there’s dim light from the hallway under the door and the moon in the window but other than that it’s dark and you both don’t speak.

he’s leaned back against the headboard next to you. his eyes are closed but you can tell he’s not sleeping

“im sorry”

“hmm?”

“im sorry.. for today. i get really focused on my work and i hate when i get interrupted, but i also forget to eat and i just.. get a little aggravated”

he’s silent and you sigh before laying down when he doesn’t answer

“are you telling me.. this is all because you were hangry”

“i don’t get hangry”

his one eye opens and he looks down at you now facing him looking quietly amused

“if i had known all this time all it took to get an apology out of you was to feed you that would’ve made my job a lot easier”

you lay back on the pillow trying to hide the slight smile “shut up”

but he shuts you up as he rolls over and places a bruising kiss on your lips. you kiss back but he pulls away.

“mm strawberry”

you laugh “knock it off” you cover your face with your hands.

but he gingerly pulls them away.

“no te escondas”

don’t hide

you can just make out his face with the little light in the room. after everything he’d lost you never considered that he would want anything more than.. relief again. but you started to think maybe you were wrong.

you both fell asleep soon after, at some point in the night he had pulled you fully on top of him. you don’t know if it was when he was awake or not when he did it.

you woke up and looked at the clock.

3 am.

you realized he was awake too tracing lazy spider web patterns on your back

you push up just enough to look at him, he looked half asleep and exhausted

“did you sleep at all”

“yeah yeah just woke up a little bit ago, sorry i didn’t mean to wake you” his voice is groggy, you knew he was lying

“it’s ok, you didn’t”

you go to roll off him and resume sleeping on your side but he stops you.

“y/n..”

you look at him

“que es?”

what is it

“i meant it”

“meant what”

“what i said earlier” he was starting to drift off “i don’t…” he yawns slightly “want to.. fig…”

and then he’s out.

you didn’t lay down again until your heartbeat returned to normal even though he was asleep now. you laid your head back down on his chest and tried to fall back asleep. it took a while but the rhythm of his breath and the warmth of his skin lulled you back to sleep eventually.

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seat-safety-switch · 2 years

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We’re creatures of comfort. Each and every one of us loves the idea of a home appliance that will make our brief time in this life more pleasant. Air conditioning. Automated deep-fat fryers. Artificial intelligences that slowly take over your spaceship and eject your coworkers into the abyss. Even if you’re at the electronics store for some other purpose, it’s hard to avoid taking a peek at the appliances section. This vacuum cleaner has a fucking laser, fork over your paycheque.

So when the broiler on my oven finally took a shit, it was hard to resist the siren song of the upgrade. Sure, the broiler could have been fixed with about five dollars in parts, and little or no effort on my part. And a new broiler element probably would last for the rest of my life, assuming I didn’t leave it on for a week straight again. What that repaired oven wouldn’t have, though, is a warming tray. That warming tray? Excellent for keeping 75w90 gear oil piping hot so it can squeeze out of the bottle in less than a year. That’ll save me a lot of time, especially since my landlord is paying for it because he gets his credit card bills sent to the house.

I made the order. I sat by the front doorstep, waiting for it to arrive. I kept sitting there. My boss called and told me I was fired because I didn’t show up for work for a few weeks. I told him I’d call him back later, because I’m busy. I kept waiting. And then the appliance delivery guys arrived, ready to drop off my beautiful new prize. They installed it, and even cleaned the pile of brown rice that fell behind the oven while I was making my famous hot dog lasagna. What I didn’t expect, though, is that they would take the old oven back with them.

“Hold on a second,” I said, placing myself between them and the front door, a Harbour Freight “Earthquake” impact wrench in one hand. “I want to use that thing for powder coating.” The last time I tried at-home powder coating with my food oven, you see, the Bagel Bites had come out glitter purple.

“No way, man,” the shorter oven-delivery-fellow explained. “Our boss wants all the old, good appliances for himself. He’s building some kind of empire of trash, just like yours.”

This was puzzling to me. And after I dealt with them, I was on the road. The mystery was so compelling that I didn’t even get a chance to try out my new (and probably breaking-in-a-week) inducto-convection range before I left.

What I didn’t expect to find when I got there was a domestic garage filled to the brim with refrigerators, all running. The humming was so intense that I could feel the sidewalk throbbing beneath my feet, even after I cut the ignition to my straight-piped Volare and waited for it to diesel itself back to sleep.

I let myself in. There, sitting cross-legged in the innermost ring of fridges, my nemesis awaited. What kind of sick fuck would hoard all these useless domestic products? Some of them weren’t even in running condition. Straining my voice to be heard over the sound of compressor after compressor, I spoke up.

“Hey, I saw your delivery guys were using an old Ram 50 to move these. Do you have any more lying around?”

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Pining!Eddie and Wingman!Gareth

A preview of chapter 25 of Rolled a 1 on the Check, Rolled a 20 on the Save by APuckish_Wit on AO3

Eddie is awoken by sharp rapping on his front door, at an hour that is entirely too early to be conscious when he has nothing scheduled for the day.

He groans as he rolls over in bed, dislodging Gandalf from his back with a grumpy mrrow. He runs his hand over the cat’s head in apology, grabbing his phone from his nightstand and squinting at the screen. “The fuck?” he mumbles.

“Eddie! Eddie I know you’re in there! Open up!”

Gareth.

“The fuck,” he mumbles again, with more feeling this time, rolling out of the bed and not bothering to throw on a shirt over the boxers he slept in last night. If Gareth wants to bother him at ass o’clock in the morning, he can damn well deal with Eddie not feeling like getting dressed just yet. Smacking his lips and grimacing at the sticky crust of drool at the corners, he pads out to his living room and opens the door, scooping Gandalf off the floor with practiced ease when he makes his predictable break for the freedom of the hallway.

Why he wants to get out into the hallway is anyone’s guess, as he always immediately starts scratching and yowling to be let back in if Eddie closes the door behind him, but he tries every time.

“Dude, seriously? You couldn’t put some clothes on?” Gareth scoffs as he shoves past Eddie, not waiting for an invitation.

“You have literally seen me naked,” Eddie says, shutting the door and letting Gandalf slip from his arms.

“Not willingly!”

Yeah, it was kind of hard to get privacy in a studio apartment with a postage-stamp sized bathroom…but Gareth had been letting him couch surf there for free, so he hadn’t exactly been able to complain.

“So, not that I’m not happy to see you, but what errand is so momentous that it requires you to come knocking on my door at this obscene hour?” He shuffles into the kitchen and hits the switch on the coffeepot, before pulling the fridge open and examining the contents. “You want a bagel?” he asks after a moment, digging a bag of poppyseed bagels, some cream cheese, and strawberry jam out.

“Nah, I ate on the way over,” Gareth says. He’s making himself at home at Eddie’s small kitchen table, pulling notebooks, pens, and highlighters out of his messenger bag. Eddie raises an eyebrow, propping his hip against the counter while he waits for his bagel to toast.

“Are we doing homework?”

Gareth spins a pencil in his fingers the way he used to spin his drumsticks, stabbing it towards Eddie with a determined glint in his eye. “Yes. We are coming up with a gameplan to figure out if you have a shot with Steve.”

Eddie blinks. “We’re doing what now?”

“You heard me. You’re pining, Munson. Like, I haven’t seen you down this bad for someone since Jackson.”

Eddie winces at the mention of his ex—his longest relationship to date, the man he’d been considering introducing to Wayne. He’d been ready to talk about moving in together, maybe even getting engaged, when Jackson had blindsided him by taking a job overseas. Hadn’t even talked to him, first, hadn’t even told Eddie he was considering it. He’d tried to spin it as not wanting to be influenced on such a big decision about his future. His future, not their future.

Yeah, they hadn’t lasted long after that.

Gareth’s face softens a little. “Sorry,” he says, voice sincere and contrite. “But the point stands.”

“Gar,” Eddie sighs, raking a hand back through the tangles of his hair. “We’ve talked about this. He had a long-term girlfriend—like, high school sweethearts shit. He hasn’t said anything, but I’m pretty sure he’d have married her if she hadn’t broken it off with him.”

“Valid data, but not conclusive,” Gareth counters. “Jeff had a couple long-term girlfriends too, and he and Aidan are going strong. Also bi people exist, Eddie.”

“I know that! And Jeff was so far in the closet before he met us, he was having tea with Mr. Tumnus,” Eddie says with an affectionate laugh. “Steve does not give me that vibe. The closet vibe or the bi vibe.” He fixes a couple of coffees to his and Gareth’s liking, and then sits down across from Gareth with his breakfast. He takes a couple morose bites of his bagel. “Dude, look. I appreciate it. I really do. But I did the whole ‘falling for straight boys’ thing in high school and it never brought me anything good. Steve’s a really great friend. I’m fine with that.”

Gareth tilts his head, staring at Eddie with narrowed eyes. “Uh huh. Anyway, so Jeff, Aidan, and I went back and watched all your streams with him. Side note, Aidan thinks he sounds hot, is he hot? I don’t care, but Jeff and Aidan really wanted to know.”

“So hot,” Eddie sighs, though he doesn’t mention how he knows. That video was public knowledge, but he doesn’t feel like getting teased for cyberstalking. “Like…he’s beautiful, man.”

“Mmhmm,” Gareth hums, making a notation on his notebook. Eddie huffs, reaching across the table to grab the top of his pencil.

“Gareth, seriously. I love you so much for what you’re trying to do, but there’s no point. I’ll get over him, eventually.”

“Ah, but you haven’t heard my rationale, yet.”

“Oh, there’s a rationale? Do tell.”

“I will. And that rationale is…we think he’s flirting with you, too.” It’s not quite a record-scratch moment, but it comes pretty close. Eddie freezes, staring at his best friend. Gareth smirks at him, leaning back in his chair. “Yup. All three of us. We watched all the streams you’ve put up, and we each wrote down any time we thought Steve was doing something we’d interpret as flirty and when we compared notes, they were almost identical. And that’s not even counting all the people in your views who think there’s something going on between you two.”

“You…you guys ran an experiment about this?” Eddie asks slowly, unsure if he’s grateful or horrified that his friends care so much about his (non-existent) love life.

Gareth waves him off. “Sort of. Point is, as two men in a committed relationship and one man who spent a not-insignificant amount of time in high school trying to sus out if people were serious or just messing with you when they were making eyes at you—we think this bears further investigation.”

Gandalf curls around Eddie’s legs, meowing pitifully until Eddie picks him up and swipes a smear of cream cheese onto his thumb for Gandalf to lick. “I don’t know,” he says, voice wavering even to his own ears. “I feel like I would have noticed if Steve was flirting with me.”

Gareth snorts into his coffee. “You absolutely would not. You put the moves on anything with a pulse, but you’re always shocked as fuck when anyone reciprocates.”

And that’s…okay, yeah, that’s a fair point. Still, Gareth doesn’t have to say it out loud and shit. “Rude,” he mutters, taking a drink of his coffee.

“But accurate. So, how ‘bout it?” Gareth hovers his pencil over the notebook, waggling his eyebrows. “Even if we’re wrong, at least you’ll know.”

Eddie gnaws on his lip a moment, scratching behind Gandalf’s ears. There are a myriad of reasons not to rock the boat—not least of which is the fact that he’s still not convinced Steve is anything but straight. That—that would’ve come up in their conversations at some point by now, wouldn’t it? And even if he’s not, how compatible are there lives, really? They live on opposite sides of the country, and Steve seems pretty set on building a life in Chicago.

Not that—not that Eddie’s, like, super invested in Seattle. He can do the work he does anywhere, really, and Chicago is a hell of a lot closer to Wayne. Not that…whoa, not that he needs to be thinking in those terms right now. Or ever, really.

Just…

He thinks of how easy it is to talk to Steve. How much he likes reading to him, listening to him ramble about how his favorite teams are doing in their playoffs as he putters around in his kitchen. How much Steve seems to like listening to him go off on any of the subjects that have caught his attention, asking thoughtful questions and remembering important points weeks later. They are so, so different, but they just mesh, making room for each other in their lives and being happy with the space they each take up, and all without ever having met face to face.

He shouldn’t encourage Gareth. He is rapidly realizing that Steve is pretty much everything he’s ever wanted in a man, but he is not lucky enough for life to have just dropped someone like that in his lap and have an actual chance with them. Life only works that way in his stories and games.

Still…would it hurt to know for sure? If—if there is a chance that Steve would reciprocate his feelings.

Oh holy fuck, if he did reciprocate…

“What do you have in mind?” he asks, leaning forward as Gareth’s grin turns as pleased as a cat who’s caught the canary.

#my writing #Rolled a 1 on the check Rolled a 20 on the save #steddie #snippets #Oh I'm having fun with this chapter

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Welcome to Camp Half Blood Part 3

Part 2

Summary: Y/n is a newly discovered demigod who finds out she is destined to be as great as her older brother… Percy Jackson.

Warnings: None

By the time I finished, it was 6:30am and the sun was coming up. I knew I was screwed because I had no sleep and had to be up and getting ready now.

I ran to the cabin with my laptop, folder, and pencil and by the time I got there, Percy was up and about to leave the cabin to look for me. “Where were you? I was getting worried” Percy asked and I responded “I couldn’t sleep so I went out of the cabin so I wouldn’t disturb you guys.”

He continued “What were you doing?” “Just going on my laptop” i replied vaguely. “Then why do you have a folder and a pencil?” Percy asked curiously as I went to put down the pencil and said “nothing.”

Percy grabbed the folder out of my hands and opened it to see a picture of him. Becoming even more curious, Percy went through the rest of the pictures to see 2 pictures of everyone; old and new friends, and my birthmom.

“Oh my god Y/n! These are really good” he said astonishly. I put them all back in the folder and closed it and hid it from him and replied shyly “they aren’t that good. They’re traced. I could never actually draw something that good.”

“They ARE good Y/n! Now go get dressed. We have a quest to do” Percy said reassuringly and I replied “ok.” I grabbed my clothes and went into the bathroom to get dressed.

When I came back out, Percy, Tyson, and Leo were ready to go but I still needed to pack a bag. I quickly packed a backpack with extra clothes and water bottles and anything I thought was important.

Once I was ready, the four of us went to go meet the others at breakfast to grab same food before heading off on the quest. “What took you guys so long? We have to leave before 7:30 or we’ll be behind schedule” Annabeth asked Percy pulling him intoa hug and gesturing for him to sit next to her.

“Packing took a little bit longer than I thought.” Percy paused and looked over at Y/n. “I was helping make sure Tyson had everything he would need” he responded, covering for me.

Annabeth noticed the glance between Percy and I and put 2-in-2 together. “Ok guys, if you haven’t ate yet, grab something quickly but we need to start heading to the ship” she announced slightly annoyed.

I quickly grabbed a bagel and cream cheese and wrapped it up in a paper towel and stuck it in my bag. Percy quickly ran off after Annabeth to apologize more for being late. I noticed Tyson was still sitting alone at the table eating so I helped him pack his food to go and we rejoined the others.

“Y/n, be real with me. Why were you guys late?” Julian asked out of earshot of the others. “I didn’t sleep last night so I went out to the dining hall and was tracing stuff off of my laptop and made it back to the cabin late” I replied.

“You really know how to make a first impression” he responded jokingly. “Yeah, yeah. Annabeth seems to like me alot” I stated sarcastically. “So, I see Jason has a crush on you. Do you like…” Julian started and I intervened “Julian, we’re not talking about this.”

“Oh, come on. Where’s the fun in that” he replied. “If you must know, he's cute yeah but I don’t like his vibe” I responded reluctantly. “Yeah, definitely not your type” he added.

“Do you have your eye on anyone else?” Julian continued. “And we’re done with this conversation” I replied while looking over at Leo. Julian caught my glance and said “Omg you like…” and I cut him off yelling “Shut up!”

“The ship should be right over there” Leo said while pointing, ending me and Julian’s conversation. Everyone started heading in the direction Leo pointed as Jason waited to join the back of the group with me.

“So Y/n, you got a boyfriend back home?” Jason asked me while smirking. “No, I’m not seeing anyone at the moment” I reply quickly, not interested in the conversation. “Do you have your eye on anyone here at camp?” he continued. I brushed him off once I noticed that we arrived at the ship.

“Here she is!” Leo said excitedly. We all took in the ship and its beauty. Leo showed us around the ship and we sailed off to Rome to meet Nico.

It would take about a week or two to get to Rome and find Nico. It was going to be a long day with nothing to do so I decided, since I am a child of Poseidon, why don’t I go into the ocean to see all the sealife.

So I started taking off my shoes and Percy looked at me and said “Y/n, what are you doing?” “Might as well go for a swim because there’s nothing better to do” I replied grinning.

“How will you keep up with the boat?” he asked worringly. “I will find a way” I reassured. And with that, I jumped off the boat and into the water.

Of course I didn’t think ahead and it started getting cold but I adjusted to the temperature after a while. I dived under the water and was looking at all the fish, dolphins, and whales, until a huge shark started coming towards me.

I started panicked and decided to swim up and the shark started catching up with me. Percy sensed that I was in trouble so he was about to jump in after me until Jason jumped out of the boat and started flying towards me.

By the time he reached me, the shark was only 5ft away. Jason grabbed me and flew straight up 15ft to make sure the shark couldn’t reach us and then flew us towards the boat.

When we reached the boat and Jason put me on it, Percy looked at me unamused and said “told you this wasn’t a good idea! You almost got eaten by a shark!” and I said “the key word is almost.”

Percy gave me a disappointed look and glared at Jason before heading inside the boat. “That was a close one. You were lucky I was here to save you” Jason said with a big grin. “Thank you for your help but I had it” I replied sharply, not in the mood for him.

Julian came up to me and ask “What was all that about?” “I don’t know. Percy seemed really disappointed in me.” I responded. “Hey, just give him some time. You’ll be ok” he reassured me.

He continued “Come find me if you need anything.” “I will, I just kinda want to be alone rn” I said sadly.

I just sat there in silence thinking about what happened earlier until the day started to end and everyone fell asleep but me again. For some reason I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to stay up and protect everyone while they slept.

I noticed that Leo was still up too, so I walked over to join him and said “you could sleep if you want. I can keep watch.” “I can’t sleep either and plus I have to captain the ship so I have to stay awake” he replied. I responded “ok, I’ll leave you to it” but Leo stopped me before I could leave.

“Hey, do you wanna talk about what happened earlier? I don’t know what’s going on between Jason and Percy but it’s pretty obvious something is up” Leo asked.

“Yeah I don’t know. Julian thinks it’s because Jason has a crush on me or something and Percy is acting like and overprotected older brother” I responded laughing it off.

“Yeah I picked up on that too. Do you like Jason?” Leo asked boldly. Taken back I replied “No, he’s not really my type. He gives off jock vibes and that’s not for me.”

“Oh ok” Leo replied secretly relived by my response. “What is your type?” he continued. “I usually like the more quiet and shy kind of guys because I guess I can relate with them. I don’t really know.” I reply shyly.

“Good to know. You should really get some sleep, I’ll keep watch” Leo insisted. “I’m not really tired. I could stay up and keep you company” I replied.

Leo nodded in agreement. And with that, we sat in silence for the rest of the night.

Author’s Note:

Hey guys! I hope you liked part 3 of Welcome to Camp Half Blood! What’s going on between Percy and Y/n? Will they move past their fight? Will it spark some tension between Annabeth and Y/n? Who will Y/n end up with? Let me know what you think!

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Day 25: Gang Tickles

Thomas Sanders is experiencing burn out, and needs some sort of break. Logan calls up the other sides, having seemingly prepared for this moment a while back. And thankfully, it ends up being exactly what Thomas needs.

I'm a day laaaaate...fuck. Whatever...it's here. Have it. Hope you enjoy.

Thomas had been struggling mentally for a while. It’s been tough trying to keep on top of his new video series’, while also trying to get Sanders Sides videos put together on the side. The man needed a break…badly.

Thomas put his laptop down onto the table and headed to the kitchen for a snack. If he was going to try and feel better, he needed a good snack to do it.

“If you’re looking for a good snack choice, mind if I provide a suggestion?” Someone said behind him.

Thomas turned around, and smiled a bit at the man in the tie and glasses. “Sure.” Thomas replied.

“Crofters sandwich.” Logan told him.

Thomas smiled brightly and pulled out a wrapper filled with bagels. “I’ll do you one better: Crofters bagel sandwich.” He said.

Logan smirked. “Oooh, good choice.” He replied. Thomas removed a bagel from the bag and opened it up before putting it into his toaster. He leaned against the toaster, looking somewhat bored as he waited for the toaster to finish cooking his bagel.

Logan noticed his look of dissatisfaction. “Hmm…It would appear that your daily battle of ‘adulting’ is driving you closer to burn out.” Logan told him.

Thomas sighed. “You couldn’t be more correct.” Thomas replied.

“Though I know a distraction is needed, I don’t believe a day of chores will help in this specific circumstance.” Logan mentioned. “Shall I consult Patton?” Logan asked.

Thomas chuckled. “Sure.” He replied.

“Very well. Patton?” Logan called.

“Hiya kiddo!” Patton declared, before giving Logan a hug. “Kiddo #1…” Patton kissed Logan’s cheek before running up to Thomas. “And kiddo #2!” Patton declared.

Thomas took the hug and kiss, before looking at Patton with surprise, but slight eagerness. “Hi, Patton. What are you so happy about?” Thomas asked. “I’m just really happy to see you two!” He admitted.

Thomas narrowed his eyes. “Uh huh…” Thomas muttered.

Logan adjusted his glasses. “Patton…What are in your pockets?” He asked.

Patton giggled and took a couple fuzzy peaches out of his pocket. “...Fuzzy peaches.” He replied.

Logan sighed. “Okay…” He mumbled.

Patton groaned. “But I was hungry…” he whined.

Logan cleared his throat. “Thomas is feeling down, and I don’t know how to help.” Logan admitted.

Patton looked at Thomas. “Oh, my sweet baby…” He cupped Thomas’s cheeks and gave Thomas another hug. “Not to worry, Logie-bear. I know the perfect remedy for days like this.” Patton replied. “It’s a remedy that’s often recommended by Dr. Picani, and it has a 95% success rate!” Patton added.

Logan narrowed his eyes. “There is no such remedy that could present such odds.” Logan mentioned. “That’s because you’re not thinking outside the box!” Patton reacted. “But Roman, however…” Patton whistled like he would a puppy, and watched as Roman rose up into the kitchen.

Well…more like a cardboard box…but a cardboard box that a wild Roman had quickly jumped out of! “Never, ever fear…For thy Roman is here~” Roman declared.

Logan hummed. “I understand what you mean by ‘thinking outside the box’ now.” Logan replied.

Roman took Thomas’s phone from the kitchen counter and called someone. “Mind coming up? We’re ready for Operation giggle-thon!” Roman declared.

“Here.” Virgil said in front of Thomas.

“Sneaky snake reporting for duty.” Janus declared.

“Would feathers be allowed?” Remus asked, holding up about 10 feathers.

“Spoilers, Remus.” Roman mumbled.

Thomas widened his eyes as he saw the feathers, as well as the gang together. Uh oh…This is not good.

Logan smirked. “On three.”

Patton smirked and wiggled his fingers. “One…”

Virgil wiggled his fingers as well. “Twooo…”

Thomas squeaked and tried to run away, but was stopped by Patton and Roman. “Three!” Roman declared before picking up Thomas in his hands, bridal-style. “Operation Giggle-tron!” Roman declared.

Before Thomas could comprehend it, 5 of the sides had started tickling him! The 5 sides all started off by tickling his belly, earning them a squeal of surprise and fits of laughter from their main man. “eeEEEEEHEEEEEK! BAAAhahahahahahaha!” Thomas laughed, shaking his head as he attempted to cover up his belly. But alas, it was a fruitless attempt. Nothing could stop those 10 hands from tickling his sensitive tummy.

But then, things REALLY started when the boys dispersed to different spots.

Logan tickled up and down his left ribs, while Virgil tickled the right side of his ribs. This alone made Thomas’s voice go up an octave. “WAHAHAIT! Cohohome ohohon!” Thomas laughed, wiggling around a slight bit more.

Roman smiled brightly as he watched Patton tickle Thomas’s very sensitive neck. “Pahahat ihihif yohou somuchas-” Thomas wheezed and leaned his head back right as Patton’s fingers touched down. “PAHAHAT-” Thomas let out several giggles at once, making him sound almost like a witch for a moment. “HAHAHAHA- DAMMIHIHIHIT!” Thomas cackled, loosely covering his mouth with his hand.

Remus had taken out his phone and started recording the entire thing so he had blackmail material for Thomas’s friends. And Janus…oh boy…Janus was just watching all this take place, more happier to both narrate Remus’s video AND tease Thomas at the same time.

“So out of all the spots on your person…what is the most ticklish spot?” Janus asked him.

“SHUHUT UHUHUHUP! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Thomas cackled.

“Ah, I see. I suppose I’m gonna have to guess.” Janus replied. “So...When I say the spot, I want the person tickling that spot to keep going. But everyone else must stop.” Janus decided.

“Okay!” They all said at once.

“Okay. We’ll start with Virgil on…” Janus looked at his hands in front of him, which were both out in the shape of an L. “Right side.” Janus said.

“Wow…You actually know your right from your left.” Virgil said with a smirk as Logan and Patton stopped tickling. “So tell me, Thomas…how bad is this spot?” Janus asked casually…too casually.

“Bahahahad ehenohohohough!” Thomas admitted.

“Hmm…” Janus wrote [R. Ribs: giggly/10] in a notebook he had conjured up in his hand. “Alright.” Janus smiled and looked up at Patton. “The neck is next.” Janus said.

Patton nodded and started tickling Thomas’s neck. Thomas wheezed, sounding almost shocked as the cackles left his mouth. “PAHAHAT NAAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Thomas shouted.

“Now Thomas…How would you rate this tickle spot out of 10?” Janus asked.

“IHIHIHIT’S BRUTAHAHAHAL!” Thomas yelled.

“I see. Anything to declare?” Janus asked next.

“FUCK YOHOHOHOHOU!” Thomas shouted at him.

Janus bursted out laughing. “Wooow!” Janus reacted.

Patton gasped and cupped his cheeks from above him. “I’m gonna make you regret that little slip-up.” Patton warned.

“Save the pettiness for later, Pat.” Logan said before looking at Janus.

[Neck: FUCK/10]

Janus then clicked the pen and looked up. “Logan, left ribs.” Janus said.

Logan looked at Janus as Patton’s fingers stopped, and his own fingers started. Logan’s fingers were slightly quicker than Virgil’s hands, which made for an interesting new perspective.

Janus smiled. “Onto the last spot: what are your thoughts on your left ribs’ sensitivity?” Janus asked.

“Tihihihicklihihish, buhuhuhut nohohot ihihintolerablhlhle.” Thomas admitted.

“Fair enough.” Janus replied, writing it down in his notebook.

[L. Ribs: Tolerable/10]

Janus clicked the pen and closed the notebook before looking at the other sides. “Alright. What’s next?” Janus asked.

Roman smirked and walked towards the couch with Thomas in his arms. “Onto the couch you go!” Roman said as he gently threw him onto the couch.

Thomas fell to the couch in one fell swoop, and sat up. “What are you-” Thomas gasped as he saw all the sides pull him into a big, cuddly group hug. Thomas laughed and happily took the hugs from the sides.

“So…Was this a good break from adultery?” Patton asked.

“Patton…” Logan muttered.

Thomas chuckled. “I know what he meant.” he said. “And yes…It was.”

Roman smirked as he looked at Remus for a moment. “But a little reminder of Thomas’s little mistake from a few seconds ago…” Roman mentioned.

Thomas tilted his head. “Mistake? What mistake?” Thomas asked.

“The fact that you used the word ‘fuck’?” Remus mentioned, looking down at Thomas with a smirk.

Thomas widened his eyes and cringed, closing them. Remus…Why would you mention that…

Patton smirked. “Riiiight…Thaaat mistake.” He mentioned. “In that case…” Patton adjusted his own glasses and started poking Thomas’s ribs. “Wanna continue the giggle-thon?” He asked.

Thomas jumped and bit his lip. “Uhuhuuuuh…” Thomas muttered.

The boys practically doggy-piled onto Thomas and absolutely wrecked the man once more. Thomas was not getting out of this ‘giggle-thon’ without a little extra playful discipline.

#slight angst #burn out #tired thomas sanders #thomas sanders loves the sides #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #ticklefic #ler!sides #lee!thomas #fluff #playful

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lovesosweeet · 6 months

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter sixteen

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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august 13, 2018 melbourne, australia calum

Waking up in Australia doesn't feel like it did a few years ago. It'll always be a special place, and I love being close to friends and family, but truly, it's not home anymore. LA is home.

Actually, now that I think about it, I don't know if that's true. I love LA. It's a rich mix of cultures, an incredible place for us to do our work, great friends are there, the weather can't be beat, and I really don't have any complaints about the city. I just know that there are many other cities that I could live with Orion and Duke that would feel like home, too.

That's where home is: with Orion.

I have to check my phone to see where we are today. I know we're in Australia for another few days, but exactly where we are on the continent and what day it is are two things I don't know without looking. When I tap the screen, it lights up with a few notifications and a photo of Orion and Duke hiding behind them as my background.

It’s only 7 am, which means I have a few hours before we’re escorted around for press interviews and then sound check and the show. Most of my notifications are normal stuff, just random emails about bills, each of the boys letting me know they made it back to the hotel safe last night, etc. I have a few texts from Orion, which is what I click first.

From: my love + stars good morning whenever you see this i miss you so much talk to you soon probs ily❤️

To: my love + stars hi good whatever time it is are you up? got time for a chat? xxx i miss you

Her texting bubble doesn't appear for a few moments, so I sigh and click through the rest of my notifications. There's nothing as exciting as hearing from her. I text my mum, who's still with us since we're still in Aus. All of our mums have joined us for the Australia leg, which we all have a love-hate relationship with.

I ask if she wants to grab breakfast with me, and she does, so I quickly get up and put on a shirt, some sweatpants, and a pair of slides in order to meet her in the hallway of the hotel we're at. She grins when sees me and reels me in for a hug as if we haven't spent the past several days together.

"Good morning," I tell her.

"Good morning," she says. "I already looked and found us a place to go, not too far. Are you ready?"

"Yeah, sure."

Mum and I walk through the fluorescent-lit hallway to the elevator, nodding at the security officer standing guard by it. We ride down to the lobby and head out the back door, running into Matt who's standing outside on a phone call that happens to end right as we're walking out.

"Back by 10:30, Hood!"

"Ay, ay, captain," I confirm, saluting him. Matt rolls his eyes and flips me off. I turn to Mum. "Which way is it?"

"Just this way," she says while she checks her phone for verification. She starts walking to the right, turning onto the street. A few fans are waiting, and I just wave and smile at them all. A stray security guy holds them back while Mum and I pass.

We walk about a block before she pulls me into a small cafe. It's busy, which is a good sign. Lots of business must mean it's good, right?

Mum and I stand in silence, both of us scanning the menu that's hanging on the wall. I pick out a basic breakfast sandwich and will just get an unsweetened latte like normal. If Orion were here, she'd scold me for getting something I can get in LA and she would push me to try something unique.

I look back to the menu, trying to see what I think Orion would get if she were here. I find it quickly. A pistachio rose latte and a kimchi bagel. She'd say they don't go together, but she couldn't choose to get only one of the two. They both sound so good, she'd say.

"Have you decided?" I ask Mum.

She nods. "Yeah, I think I'll just get the bacon egg and cheese and a black coffee."

I smile. Our orders are practically the same. "Sounds good. Wanna grab us a table and I'll order?"

"Perfect plan, thank you."

It used to be hard for her to let me pay for things, but thankfully, over time, she has accepted it and lets me pay now without a fight. She makes up for it by spoiling me with Aussie things when she visits the US, making all of my favorite foods while I'm home, helping clean the apartment, and taking Duke on walks.

I order our food and drinks, taking Mum's coffee from the cashier and plopping a few dollars into the tip jar. While I wait for our food, I take Mum her coffee. She's found a table outside under a blossoming tree, and she smiles at the sight of her hot drink.

"Oh, thank you," she says, happily taking the cup from me.

"'Course, Mum. Happy to buy you breakfast anytime."

She smiles, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Can I take a quick photo of you?"

Her smile grows. She's not as bad about it as Orion, but Mum is always asking for photos. "Yes, but we need one of us, too."

I agree, snapping a photo of her smiling under the tree with her coffee, and then pose for a quick selfie with her. "I'm gonna go back inside and wait for the food."

Once back in earshot of the baristas, so I can hear when they call my name, I open my photos again. Carefully, on the photo of my mum at the table, I draw a light blue stick figure on the chair that will be mine in a few moments. I draw some shoulder-length hair and add a pink heart next to it.

To: my love + stars Image attached pretending you're here with us. will have to bring you someday they have a pistachio rose latte

From: my love + stars WAIT HI SORRY I DIDN'T SEE YOUR LAST TEXT i have time for a chat but you're busy now so dw!! THAT SOUNDS SO YUMMY AND JOY IS SO CUTE

I silently curse our situation. I won't be able to call her until after the show tonight, since once Mum and I get back to the hotel we're headed out for interviews. Then we're going straight to soundcheck from interviews, and once sound check is over, we're typically off our phones and watching the opener, getting ready for the show, and just doing our general goofing off together while we get hyped up. Especially since our families are here, we are present in the moment backstage.

“Calum!” A barista calls my name, making me put my phone back in my pocket. I’ll reply to O later. I grab my latte and the two sandwiches and tell her thank you.

I bring the food out to the patio, giving Mum her sandwich and taking a seat on the empty chair. Mum unwraps her food and takes a picture of it.

I laugh. "Since when do you take pictures of your food, Mum?"

Mum smiles and shows me the picture of her sandwich. "I've been texting updates to Orion. You don't think she minds that there's meat on the sandwich, do you?"

I try not to let my chuckle turn into a full laugh. "Mum, I promise, she doesn't care." Orion is a staunch vegetarian — she has no intention of ever eating meat again in her entire life and she's vehemently against the meat industry, but she also would never expect or ask anyone else in her life to feel the same.

A wave of relief washes over her face and she nods. She types out some kind of text to go with the picture and then locks her phone.

"What else are you sending her?"

Her face lights up again and then she unlocks her phone again to show me her chain of texts with Orion. It's a mix of food she's eating, blurry photos of me onstage, sneaky pictures of me and the boys goofing off backstage, and sunsets. Orion's side of the conversation consists of pictures of Duke and Emelia, coffees, and views of sunsets from our balcony.

I had no idea they were talking this much, and I'm almost a little envious of the pieces of their lives they're sharing with each other but not with me. At the same time, I adore that two of the most important people in my entire life are becoming closer, despite living on different continents and having several years of age between them.

"I'm glad you guys are friends," I say, sliding her phone back across the table.

"How can I not love her?" Mum asks.

It's rhetorical and it's true. I am quite biased, but I can't imagine someone not liking Orion once they spend more than a few minutes with her.

"She loves you," I say. I also feel like Orion loves everyone. It's one of her many incredible traits: she sees the good in anyone and anything.

Mum scoffs. "She loves you."

My cheeks get hot with that and I can't help but smile. "Yeah, I mean, the feeling's mutual."

—

The day flies by. It's a whirlwind of interviews and drives to other interviews and then we're back at the venue, our families all waiting for us backstage.

"Soundcheck in 20, boys!" Matt yells out before he disappears down a hallway. His job never ends.

"Hey, I'm gonna go call O really quick. Haven't gotten to talk to her at all today," I tell Ashton, turning toward the dressing room.

"Yeah, of course, tell her I say hi?"

I nod, patting his shoulder.

"Wait, we all say hi!" Luke yells.

"Actually, I say hey!" Michael follows up, and I just roll my eyes at their antics.

While I walk, I'm tapping around on my phone to call her. I press the phone to my ear and walk into the dressing room, flopping onto the couch as it starts to ring.

It rings three times before she picks up.

"Hi."

Her tone is curt, short, and neutral. She's mad. I brace myself for impact.

"Hi, how was your day?"

"Fine."

She's not giving me anything here, and I wince. My absence from her today must have her feeling upset. I wish she'd just say that, but I also know that she's told me several times that she has been having a hard time adjusting to life without me there with her, and I've basically ignored her all day. I can understand why she might be unhappy with me.

"I'm sorry I've not been texting much today, it's just so busy with our families here and the press all day."

Orion's side of the call is quiet for a few seconds while she calculates the right thing to say. That's how she is when she's upset: calculated. It's either incredibly calculated or she can't hold any of her emotions back. There's no in between. The precision comes when she's been stewing on something for a while.

"Joy didn't seem to have a problem with keeping up with me today. Or yesterday. Or any of the other days that y'all have been in Aus. I think Ashton has texted me more than you have, and we aren't dating."

I don't doubt that Mum has been texting her more than I have, but Ashton? If he's in contact more than we are, then I definitely feel like I've been slacking. It's been a long time since I've been in a committed relationship while on the road. I realize that while Orion and I were together the last time we did a big tour, she didn't realize we were actually dating.

I feel my heart drop a few inches. I don't know what I expected. We live together and have spent so much time together that I don't have a lot of experience with us being apart anymore. I feel like I've been making an effort to stay connected to Orion, but maybe I haven't been making enough of an effort.

Orion sighs and I realize I've been thinking for too long.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, that came off more harsh than I meant it—"

"No, you're fine," I say, cutting her off. "I'm sorry."

I am. She's the most important person in my life, and she deserves to feel like she is.

"Do you want to send me your class and work schedule? I can get Matt to give me mine for the week every week, and each week we can plan a time for each day that we can talk?" It's the most logical way—find a gap and cement it with time for her.

"Cal," she says sadly. Was that not what I should've said?

"I'm sorry, O, is scheduling a time not good for you? I want you to feel like—"

"No, sorry, I just... we don't have to talk on the phone." Her voice is still quiet and veiled in a thin layer of sadness.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's nice to hear your voice. I just wish you'd take a few seconds to reply to my texts, even if it's just a heart or something, or if you're headed into an interview just give me that heads up." Her words are still slow, like she's tiptoeing across them like rocks in a stream. "I appreciate calls, just more consistency throughout the day, I guess, would be nice?"

Today especially, I've been pretty much offline. Aside from the handful of texts I'd sent her this morning, it's been almost 7 hours since I last texted her. Yesterday wasn't that different, and neither was the day before. I know that she's right. I really haven't been talking to her that much.

"Yeah, of course, I'll be better—"

"Sorry, and I don't want to be a girlfriend who wants to hear back from you instantly every time and I don't mean that you can't just, like, live in the moment and have fun with everyone. I don't want you to feel like you have to be on your phone constantly to keep me happy, either."

Here it is, the side of Orion where she doesn't have a filter to keep some thoughts inside.

"O, I don't think you're being unreasonable," I say, hoping that'll calm her mind a little. "I will try to be better."

Orion sighs again. "Thank you."

"How was your day today?" I ask. I think our crisis is averted. "It's Sunday there, right?"

"Oh, it was fine. Macy came over and we watched a few movies. Oh, and we split a bottle of wine and watched the sunset on the balcony. That was nice."

I wish I could've watched the sunset on the balcony with her. I remember when we first moved in, Orion would set a timer for 10 minutes before the sunset every night so we could go watch it. After the first night, she insisted we get more mirrors so that the colors can reflect all over the house. We have dozens of pictures of us sitting in golden hour together on that balcony.

It's not happening anytime soon, but one day, when I propose, I'm either doing it on that balcony or on a balcony in Madrid (at sunset of course.)

"Sounds like you and Macy are hanging out a lot?"

Orion laughs. "Yeah, I really like her. She's fun. How's today? I know Joy's been having a great day. The mums all went to get pedicures."

I'd wondered how they were filling their time while we were off with press. Orion isn't even here and she knows more about what the others are doing than I do.

"Oh, y'know," I say. "Same as always. Interviews where I don't really talk, bullying Luke. Walked around a park with Mum this morning."

"Cal, I always tell you. Bullying your best friends isn't okay."

"Babe, he knows we're joking."

"Cal," she warns, and I can picture her stern expression. If she were here, she'd be wagging a finger at me.

"Don't say it," I plead.

"As your former best friend Harry Styles says, treat people with kindness." Not this again.

Ever since she found out that we opened for One Direction, she brings them up constantly. 'Did you see what Louis posted?' she'd ask. 'Can you ask Liam if he still has that beanie?' or 'How did you not know Harry worked at a bakery? You were best friends for two years!'

This bit is arguably my favorite recurring one that she does. It makes me laugh every time. She says it to the rest of the band sometimes, too. Instead of quoting the Bible as instruction to be kind, she quotes our 'former best friend' Harry.

Our conversation is interrupted when Matt bangs on the door to the dressing room.

"Five minute warning, Cal!"

Damn it. Already?

"Babe, I'm sorry, but it's almost time for soundcheck. Did you have anything else you wanted to talk about?"

"No, no, I'm good. I'm sorry for being snippy earlier. I'm glad we got to talk for a bit, even if it wasn't too long," she says.

"It's okay. You're allowed to get snippy," I assure her. "It's always great to hear your voice. Oh, and before I go, Ash and Luke say hi and Michael says hey."

She giggles. "Tell them I say howdy."

I laugh, shaking my head. Always has to be a little different. "Will do. Gonna let you go. I love you very much, and will text you when soundcheck is over?"

"Sounds good. I love you very much, too. Bye."

"Bye."

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Day In The Life

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Fandom: Thunderbirds

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn @idontknowreallywhy (Please ask if you would like to be alerted when I update or post new stories.)

Thundertober Day 16: Asteroid

John's typical morning.

Continuity: TAG

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John sighed, content, as he watched the world go by below him. This was the life. A steaming mug of coffee in one hand, breakfast bagel in the other, EOS right there by his side, as she always was.

A harsh sound cut deep into his thoughts, also as always. Sighing with regret, John stood up from his comfortable seat and made his way to the glowing sphere on the other side of the gravity ring; a holographic image of Earth. Warnings pulsed on the globes surface, notifying him of potential rescues, with one in particular catching his eye. It wasn’t like the others. It was practically next to him in space. A large rock picture was at the center; International Rescue’s code for an asteroid.

Putting his life-giving coffee down on a nearby surface, John spun the image up to his eye level, noticing the small symbol at the top of the red triangular warning. The tiny radio image was all he needed to know that there were people down there who needed help. They needed International Rescue.

He tapped on the scarlet triangle. “This is International Rescue. How can I help you?”

“International Rescue! Thank God!” The voice on the other end breathed out shakily. “We’re dead in space!” She explained, close to panicking. “All engine and electronic systems are down, and we’re in the path of an asteroid. We need help!”

“Okay. Okay, breathe.” He stated calmly. A panicked rescue victim never helped. He heard her breathing even on the end of the line. “How far out would you say the asteroid was?”

She paused, likely to look at the floating rock outside her screen. “Without a scanner, it’s hard to say. At it’s current rate, maybe four hours?”

John hummed, mulling it over. If it was that close, and depending how far out the craft was, he could either call Alan up in Thunderbird 3, or he could go out there himself. “Okay. I have you up on our scanners.” While he was talking, he determined it was too far for him to get to. Alan it was. “Thunderbird 3 is on the way.” He quickly opened up a line with his kid brother, and once he saw that the younger astronaut was listening, continued his conversation. “ETA 3 hours. Just hang tight, Ms…?” John hung on the word, unsure.

“Oh!” She said in surprise. “Dr Brumming.”

“Okay, Doctor. I’ll keep the line open. Call in whenever you need.” After an affirmative from the rescuee, he muted her and turned his attention to his brother. “Did you get all that, Thunderbird 3?”

The buzz of machinery from his brothers end was all John needed to know Alan was already in Thunderbird 3. “Ready, Thunderbird 5! Just waiting for the all clear from you.”

John froze. Oh, right. He’d almost forgotten that was part of his job. He took a quick glance at the skies over Tracy Island. “You’re clear for blast off. Good luck, Alan!”

“Thanks, Johnny!” The mike on the other end shook as the spaceship took to the skies with explosive power.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys?” He huffed. His only reply was an impish little chuckle. “Don’t call me Johnny!”

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bangtansmauyeondan · 2 years

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Changing Seasons (a KNJ oneshot)

Based on the song Is It Still Beautiful (Hospital Playlist 2 OST) by Seungkwan, Woozi and DK of Seventeen

Pairing: Arts and Travel Blogger!Namjoon x Restaurateur!Fem Reader

Genre: Angst, Exes AU

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: None

Summary: After three years of traveling in and around Europe to feed his hunger and passion for travel and the arts, Namjoon returned home to his first love.

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @highly-functioning-mitochondria @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @jjwamaisvu @taestefully-in-luv @btsstan12 @bts-reveries @blog-name-idk @madbutgloriouspond @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy

••••

“Namjoon, are you ready?” Hoseok stuck his head through the door of his hotel room, suitcase lagging behind, ready to leave.

“Yep!” Namjoon patted the pockets of his jeans. “Just making sure I have everything with me before I leave.”

“Passport?”

“Here,” Namjoon took a peek inside the fanny pack across his chest for good measure.

“Come on, let’s go. Yoongi hyung is already at the airport,” Hoseok pushed the door wide open to assist his friend with his suitcase. “He’s gonna start whining again if we’re late.”

“Our flight is in three hours!” Namjoon looked at his friend incredulously.

“Tell him then!” Hoseok challenged.

“Yeah, no. Nevermind.”

*********

The usually bustling Incheon International Airport wasn’t that crowded when they landed, and so the three of them have decided to stop by the cafe for something to nibble on before they go their separate ways.

“Ah, it feels good to be back home,” Hoseok sighed leaning back on his chair as he chewed on his bagel. “I swear, I can’t wait to speak in my jeolla dialect 24/7.”

Namjoon and Yoongi chuckled at their friend’s statement. The three of them have been friends since high school and equally have big dreams. They were away for three years collectively, with Yoongi and Hoseok working together in the international music scene, hopping between the US and the UK, and Namjoon exploring arts in and around Europe. Finally being able to take a three-month break at the same time, the three friends have decided that it’s a no-brainer– they have to fly back home to their motherland.

“Planning anything exciting while we’re home?” Hosek asked them. “My sister is getting married in Jeju Island, but I don’t have any other plans during my stay.” He continued.

“I’m gonna head straight home and probably hug Holly for hours,” Yoongi smiled at the thought of his pooch. “Heading straight to Ilsan, Joon?”

Namjoon hesitated, nibbling on his lower lip. A beat of silence passed until he realized that his friends were waiting for his answer. ��I’m checking in at a hotel for the night and then I'll head to Ilsan tomorrow.” He didn’t miss the way his friends exchanged glances between each other. “I’m visiting ______ at her restaurant today.”

“Yah, Namjoon-ah…” Worry flooded Hoseok’s face. He was about to say something when Yoongi waved his hand dismissively at him.

“Let him. He needs it.” Yoongi turned to Namjoon, giving him a tight-lipped smile and an encouraging nod.

He’s right. He needed it. He needed to see how things have turned out himself.

THREE YEARS AGO

The cozy atmosphere in the quaint little cafe did nothing to calm the cold and the storm raging inside Namjoon’s chest as he clutched your hands on top of the table.

“It’s not fair to either of us…” You looked up at him, almond-shaped eyes gazing into his sharp dragon eye-shaped ones. The soft glow from the fairy lights hanging by the window reflecting against your glassy eyes made your chocolate-colored orbs a little bit more sparkly. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Namjoon nodded, albeit holding back his own tears. He wouldn’t let you see him break. Hell, he’s not even sure if you really meant that much to him… what did you really mean to him? You were like a moth drawn to a flame. He’s the flame whose warmth radiates so brightly, you have mistaken it for something more. He had big dreams, bigger than anything else, bigger than what he felt for you. As much as he could see how supportive you were on his travels, and how you listened to him as he constantly rambled about arts every night while tangled up in his sheets, he still felt like you were pulling him back. He felt constrained, like a balloon tied up to a boulder, he couldn’t soar up high. You’re a simple girl– you're passionate about food, produce, and farming. You grew up on a farm and your dream has always revolved around bringing the freshest ingredients from the ground to the consumer’s table. He, on the other hand, wanted to see what the world has to offer. He once asked you to travel with him during his internship in Paris, and although you didn’t say much, he knew your heart wasn’t in it.

You’re right. It’s not fair to either of you. Asking you to uproot yourself and travel with him was not the risk he would want to take, for fear that in the end, you might loathe him. For fear that in the end, he would realize that what he felt for you isn’t love. After all, that is the territory neither of you have tried dipping your toes into.

“I get where you’re coming from, ______.” Namjoon gave you a reassuring smile before bringing your hands to his lips, giving your knuckles a gentle kiss. “Thank you,” another kiss. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t be that person for you.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” you returned his reassuring smile. “Go follow your dreams, Namjoon. I won’t be able to forgive myself if you don’t.”

“Do you promise to keep in touch?”

“I promise.”

“Go accept your dad’s proposal, ______.” He reached out and tucked the loose strand of hair hovering in front of your face behind your ear. “Take over the family business. I’m rooting for you.”

You nodded.

The night ended with you in his tight embrace in front of your apartment, promising each other to stay friends, no matter what.

*********

At first, I was comfortable being alone

I had freedom with my decisions and my time

It was like I had erased the memory of you

I really believed I did

But, you see, when I open my eyes early in the morning, alone

And I learn that you are not by my side

Tears start flowing without me realizing

*********

From: [email protected]

Date: May 25, 2017 at 12:24:55 PM

To: [email protected]

Subject: Finally!

Hi Yn,

I just checked into my accommodation in Paris. My agent said the renovations aren’t done at the new apartment complex so I have to stay here for another week. Bummer, eh?

By the way, I have taken a lot of photos during my layover and will be posting them on the blog tonight. Can’t wait for you to see them!

How are things over there?

Yours,

KNJ

From: [email protected]

Date: May 26, 2017 at 03:26:15 PM

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE: Finally!

Hey Joon!

Glad you made it to your accommodation safely. :) As long as the museum would shoulder the extra expenses for your accommodation, I guess it’s alright? Hope you’re eating well.

My parents were over the moon when I told them that I’m ready to take the business off of their plate. I’m a bit scared! But my dad said his business partner would help me. Apparently, their eldest child took over their farm about a year ago too. So I guess I would be okay!

Can’t wait to read your blog tonight!

<3,

___________

From: [email protected]

Date: December 25, 2017 at 12:24:55 PM

To: [email protected]

Subject: Merry Christmas!

Christmas in Amsterdam is something else. I love it here!

Hope you and your family are doing well.

Yours,

KNJ

From: [email protected]

Date: December 25, 2017 at 07:24:45 PM

To: [email protected]

Subject: RE: Merry Christmas!

Hey Joon!

Merry Christmas! I saw your Amsterdam photos on Instagram and it is indeed beautiful! We’re having so much fun on this side of the world too. We made little Christmas trees and decorated them with real strawberries (baubles) and spun sugar (tinsel).

<3,

___________

******

It’s one of those nights again… streaks of colors decorated his blank canvas, creating an abstract in a rough floral pattern, depicting you… your softness, your femininity; depicting his longing. He didn’t know how to overcome those nights over the years, so he indulged them. He owed it to himself. It’s one of those nights again when he found himself running to the nearest payphone booth to call you from across the globe. It was secured, untraceable, and the minutes were limited. It would restrict him from pouring his heart out to you over the phone. He just wanted to hear your voice. He just wanted to hear your smile, as he closed his eyes, imagining you’re standing in front of him. He just wanted to numb his pain. He missed you… and the realization hit him like a tonne of bricks. He loved you. He was in love with you.

*******

Have any of the things that used to make me smile changed?

Is the way in which you talk still the same?

I have changed, I don't smile like I used to

I'm a little thinner than when I was with you

On the last days you comprehended me

I mistook it and believed you were imprisoning me

Saying that I was too manly for it, I didn't even say I love you

But my blank sheet of paper is now filled with your name

And when I call you while writing down and I hear your voice

Tears start flowing without me realizing

*******

True to your words, you both kept in touch over the years. Each major life event, each milestone; every occasion, every celebration, documented electronically via e-mails and social media posts and comments.

You cried over the phone to him when you opened your own farm-to-table restaurant. Solidifying and finding comfort for himself that your mutual decision of breaking up all those years ago was all worth it.

He couldn’t not tell you when his boss allowed him to go on a three-month long vacation, and like the kind-hearted person that you are, you invited him over to your restaurant insisting that you would be making him the best ‘welcome home’ meal that anyone would be jealous of.

The night before his flight back home, he rummaged through his inbox and reread your emails in the last few months. He mulled over your words and the photos you have attached. You looked the happiest– your eyes lighting up, forming into crescents, with every smile. It tugged on his heartstrings a little bit, wishing he was the person who could make you smile like that. But there are things that he couldn’t just bring back. The best he could do is to hold onto those memories… and maybe one day, forgive himself, too.

*******

Have any of the things that used to make me smile changed?

Is the way in which you talk still the same?

I have changed, I don't smile like I used to

I'm a little thinner than when I was with you

*******

PRESENT DAY

You ran up to him the moment he opened the door to the empty restaurant and gave him the warmest hug anyone could ever ask for. He couldn’t help but close his eyes as he rested his chin on your shoulder while hugging you back. You said you closed it down for the day because you wanted to focus on filling his tummy and not worry about the other customers.

“Joonie!!!” You giggled. “Oh my god, it’s been so long!”

“Ahh, it has indeed!” Namjoon straightened up and scrunched up his nose at you. “I smell something delicious!”

“Come in!! Come sit at your table!” You ushered him at one of the tables, a tall glass of iced americano and a selection of tea, already waiting. “Do you wanna know what we have on the menu for you today?”

“Pray tell!”

“Well, okay, I don’t want to tell you everything,” you rolled your eyes and he hated that he still found it cute. “But I harvested a bunch of greens from the back and made you a salad, with strawberries and feta! I’m pretty sure you’re gonna love the sweet and savory combination.” You proudly said, talking animatedly.

Namjoon couldn’t help but smile up at you. You’re like sunshine personified.

“And for the main course, it’s– oh gosh,” you caught yourself. “Just… surprise!”

Namjoon took a moment to take in his surroundings. Everything screamed you. The restaurant interior was cozy and rustic, and just gave off the farm-slash-barn vibe that you have always dreamed of. Just one look outside of the massive windows, and one would know that the restaurant served only the freshest ingredients, harvested and prepared in-house.

The door of the kitchen swung open and a brooding tall handsome man stepped out, approaching the two of you with a warm smile. He’s dressed in a chef’s jacket and Namjoon recognized him from the photos you sent him over the months. He knew who he is.

“Oh finally!” You acknowledged the man. “All good back there?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Namjoon watched as you stepped away to meet the man’s strides halfway. You snaked your arm around his waist and rested your other hand on his chest. Namjoon stood up with a smile and bowed to him politely in greeting, which he immediately returned.

“I can’t wait to finally introduce you two!” You said, eyes fleeting between the two of them.

“Hi!” the tall handsome man extended his hand to him for a handshake and Namjoon accepted it with both hands.

“Namjoon, meet our Executive Chef!” You smiled proudly. “This is my husband, Seokjin.”

*******

How is he?

Is he good enough to you to make you forget the days we spent together?

Please be happy, because you met a person good enough to fill the places in which I lacked

*******

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it was my first day on the job, the only person i know there is my not so close friend yuki. she was the reason why i was working here in the first place. she basically forced me to apply here. a very very busy office was the only job she suggested that i worked in. little did i know i was gonna be someones assistant. i had no idea of who the boss was because i got this job because of yuki, literally. she was the manager of the office. i sat in her office and filled out the papers while she gave me the job on the spot. It was monday, january 20th, 6:30 am, my first day working here. a desk was dedicated to me, a piece of paper taped on the computer already sat there. “ over here! ” yuki yelled waving her hand. I walked over to my desk and bowed to her. “ you don't have to bow to me, im not a old lady. plus we’re friends. ” she ran to her desk and grabbed a cup of coffee and a donut. “ here, get settled in, you wont really see the boss so you don't have anything to worry about if you make mistakes, he does come stop by every month one the first or the second, so just prepare for that. if you have any questions, dont be afraid to ask me. ” he handed me the coffee and the donut and i sat it on my desk. “ okay, thank you. ” i put my stuff down and started to settle in. fixing my desk and setting it up the way i’d like. the day went by like a breeze, i had little to no work, i didnt mess anything up, i actually enjoyed the job.

It was now 5pm, i worked a full 11 hours and didnt notice. when i got home i was honestly drained though. it was hot and i was starving. i walked in taking off my shoes and after walking to the kitchen. i grabbed a bowl of ramen, filled it with water and threw it in the microwave. i took off my jacket and walked to the living room throwing myself on the couch. i pulled out my phone from my back pocket. it was a text, a text from yuki.

“ yn. our boss is coming on the 31st so be ready, he said he’ll be staying in the office from here on out. ”

“ why so suddenly? ”

“ i dont know but dont be worried, he can be really mean but i dont believe he’ll be mean to you. also dont stare at him to much, he might stare at you but look this man is extremely good looking so be honored when he looks at you, unless you did something wrong.. ”

“ extremely good-looking huh? okay, we’ll see. ”

i put down my phone as i heard the microwave go off. i got up to walk to the kitchen. taking out the noodles and prepping them before i ate. ending off the night after a nice shower and a good t.v series, falling asleep by 9:30. waking up at 5:30 am, giving me just enough time to get ready and head to work. it was cloudy, lightly sprinkling when i woke. i got up and got in the shower, after doing my morning routine before heading out. it was 6 now, i got in my car and drove to work making it there by 6:25. luckily it was raining so i didnt have to wear a skirt. i had on a not-so tight black long sleeve, khakis, a tan long coat on, and black boots. allowing myself to be comfortable. i walked into the building and headed to my office space. sitting down, yuki, the super-energetic early bird comes to my desk to again, drop off some coffee and a bagel. as the week went on it was the same as always. until it was january 31st, 6:25 am, completely forgetting about our boss coming in. as i walked into the building it was a little more hectic. everyone was actually working. i sat at my desk and yuki came over with just a coffee in her hand sitting it on my desk. “ i see everyones working today, what so important? ” i was honestly clueless and she continued to let me be clueless. “ nothing, dont worry about it, i have some files you need to sort out and put into the system. ” i did so thinking nothing of it. i made a few mistakes which nobody noticed. about 4 hours in everyone when quiet. someone walked in as the loud doors behind them slammed shut. it was him, my boss. everyone trying to keep their eyes off of him. pretending to be focused on work but in reality they were focused on him. he walked slowly past

everyone eyeing them down as they “worked”. later walking past me, stopping directly next to my desk. i looked up at him, a little worried but that worried feeling went away while i was focused on his face. he pointed at me making me worry once more. “ oh yeah, thats kim y/n. she’s new here. ” yuki stated. he raised his brow and walked into his office. after i watched the door close i got up and walked over to yuki. “ what was that about? did i do something wrong? ” she shook her head. “ no not at all, he just knows everyone in the office since we’ve all worked here for a while and he just wanted to know who you were. ” nodding awkwardly i walked back to my desk and sat down to continue doing work. the day ended off well, he never came out of his office the whole time he was there so i had nothing to worry about. its february 12th now and i’ve been working here for a couple of weeks. i enjoy the job even though these tight skirts and 5 inch heels are killing me. i haven’t personally spoken to the boss at all since he’s been here, i want to though like this man is insanely handsome. it was 4:30 pm and i have been working the whole day without problems.

“ y/n, mr. sim wants the talk to you. ” oh fuck. i slowly got up from my desk and started to walk over to his room, all i could think of was what i could’ve possibly done wrong. when i made it to the door i knocked gently before opening it and walking in. i was shaking. i didn’t know what to say. i looked around avoiding eye contact. “ you called sir? ” he nodded, pointing at the chair in front of his desk. i walked over to the chair and sat down. he grabbed a pen from the white small mug on his desk and a tiny notebook from inside his bag, handing both the pen and notebook to me. “ may i ask.. what is this for? ” he looked up at me. “ you’re my assistant now so i need you to know everything i need you to do, plus if i ask you to do something or take note of something you’ll use the pen and notebook. ” his voice was so stern and scary. “ do you understand? ” again stern and scary. “ y-yes.. ” he sighed. “ well i need you to write something down for me. ” i nodded, opening the notebook. “ i like a quick and simple breakfast so a glazed donut and a medium ice vanilla coffee would be nice, also as you can see i’ve been earlier than usual so you’ll have to beat me here. 5:45 is when you should be here with both my donut and coffee, okay? ”

i took note of everything. “ okay. ” it got quiet for a second. “ is that all sir? ” i said quietly. “ should i ask for more? yes, thats all you can go now. ” why was he so strict? it was horrifying. i got up out of the seat, walking over to the door. “ its y/n, right? ” he said projecting his voice just a little. i put my hand on the doorknob before responding. “ yea-, i mean, yes sir. ”

no more than 10 seconds later, he was focused on his work as if we never spoke. i walked out of his office and softly closed the door behind me. walking back to my desk all eyes were on me. “ nobody wants to speak up so i’ll ask. what did he say? ” yuki asked. “ im his assistant. ” everyone looked bothered. “ no offense but why you? you’re new here. ” a unknown voice came from behind me. i shugged because I dont have a answer. “ i dont know.. ” the person with the unknown voice walked up to me. it was a girl, her name was jennifer, jennifer huh to be exact. i’ve always seen her around but looking at her made me think she was the supervisor or something. “ i just dont know what he sees in you, he’s known all of us for years and i was his assistant last so im confused on why he chose you and you’re new. ” yuki stepped behind me. “ i knew it was a good thing hiring her, maybe he just wants to make sure she’s the dedicated to the job jen. ” crossing her arms, she sighed and walked away. “ dont mind her she’s just always been his assistant more or less so she feels some kind of way. but you should get ready to clock out before you get in trouble. ” nodding, i walked to my desk and started to pack up. i finished packing up and clocked out. it was 5:00 pm. i was done with work for today.

i was heading to my car before i was stopped by a voice, a womans voice. again jennifer's voice. “ y/n! ” it stopped walking as she stormed over to me. “ keep your hands off of jaeyun, okay? ” i was confused. “ im shocked that you came out here to tell me that but i had no intentions on touching him. ” she rolled her eyes. “ mhm, whatever. just dont touch him. seriously. ” she stormed off and headed back into the building. i got into my car and drove home.

this has been one of the most weird days of my life.

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In My Head, I'm Yours

Chapter 7: Maybe We Brought the Worst in Each Other

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“I cannot believe you’re studying for finals already,” Thalia said, smearing cream cheese on her bagel.

Annabeth was sitting at the counter, textbook open in front of her next to her bowl of cereal. Underneath the counter was a notebook balanced in her lap.

“I asked to take this one early because it conflicted with my thesis presentation.”

“Of course you did.”

Leo came in, rubbing his eyes, “how long has she been awake?”

“Well, she’s showered and dressed.”

“And studying,” Leo commented.

“And sitting right here and can hear you,” Annabeth said, “I woke up around 8.”

“It’s Sunday!” Leo exclaimed, “why?”

“Actually, it’s Monday,” Thalia corrected.

“Oh well, still.”

“Not all of us can afford to sleep in on weekdays, Leo,” Annabeth said.

“First off, rude undertones. Second, I work nights.”

“Valid point,” she conceded. “Can we just agree that you’ll live your life and I’ll live mine?”

Leo shrugged and popped an everything bagel into the toaster.

It was a study trick of hers to leave her phone charging in a different room. No distractions. But this morning, she forgot to turn the ringer off.

Annabeth placed her notebook on the counter and walked to her bedroom when she heard the familiar ringing. She didn’t recognize the number but picked it up anyway.

“Hello?”

“This is Marc from Athenian, I am calling to speak to Annabeth Chase.”

She swallowed. “This is she.”

Athenian had been the one architecture firm she was looking forward to hearing from. It was right here in the city. They designed some of the most iconic buildings and Annabeth wanted to be a part of it.

By the end of the call, she had a final interview scheduled for next week to go over job responsibilities, get a tour of the firm, and meet her fellow employees. Her heart was threatening to burst.

So she did the only thing she could do, she screamed. Of course, Leo and Thalia rushed to her bedroom.

“Oh my god!”

“Are you okay?”

Annabeth looked up at them. “Athenian called. I got it. I got the job.”

“Oh my god!” Thalia repeated, “are you kidding?”

“Let’s goooo Chase!” Leo screamed.

Soon the three of them were hugging and jumping up and down.

Everything was finally paying off. She was going to be an architect and she’d be the best damn architect this city has ever seen.

“I hate to break up this party but I have to get to work,” Thalia said, pulling away. “But we will be celebrating tonight. I’ll pick up takeout from your favorite place, Annabeth.”

“Sounds perfect. Thank you,” Annabeth said.

For the rest of the day, she couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. Even when she showed up at 1 pm sharp to take her final early, she smiled through the whole exam. Her professor probably thought she was really enjoying those calculus problems.

It was while texting Thalia her takeout order for later when Annabeth realized there was one person she really wanted to see right now.

His apartment was only a subway ride away. And Thalia wouldn’t be home for another hour or so.

If everything was finally falling into place for her, maybe it was time she told Percy how she really felt. Maybe Annabeth really could have it all.

She made it to the apartment in record time. Which meant she had no idea what to say. Annabeth hadn’t planned to give a love declaration today. She didn’t even have time to talk to Hazel about this.

Gods, she should’ve gone to Hazel first, gathered her thoughts, and then showed up here.

It was too late for that though. She was standing at the door. Her hand was raised ready to knock but Annabeth heard voices. She paused outside the door. Even though she knew she shouldn't be eavesdropping. It was Piper talking.

“We have to get another E.P. out.”

“We’re partway through recording one right now,” Jason said. “Let’s finish it and put it out asap.”

“It needs a title still,” Percy said.

“We all know how good you are with names,” Piper teased.

Annabeth smiled remembering the band name story.

“Right, so if the tour begins on June 16th, we should get the E.P. out by mid-May at the latest,” Piper again.

Tour? They were leaving. He was leaving.

Annabeth had to get out of here. Her heart was thundering.

She needed air. Fresh air.

The elevator couldn’t come quick enough. She pressed the button a third time before giving up and running down the stairs. All she wanted was to get out of this building, away from the apartment, and put space between her and Percy.

She laughed humorlessly to herself, Percy was going to put plenty of space between them while he hopped around the country on tour.

She ducked into an ally a few blocks away. Caught her breath and tried to blink away her tears.

Why did she even care? Percy didn’t owe her anything. They weren’t anything.

Just two people, friends even, who had slept together a handful of times. It meant nothing, right?

It wasn’t like he knew exactly how to make her smile with his corny jokes, or made her heartbeat go wild when he walked into a room. Percy certainly didn’t save that look of admiration just for her.

Suddenly, the fact that Annabeth was fairly sure she was falling in love wasn’t so pressing after all.

This is why she always had a plan.

This is why she liked math. You could solve those problems. There was a clear way out.

How was she going to get out of this? How did you fall out of love with someone you weren’t even in love with yet? Someone you weren’t even dating? Someone who seemed to have taken over your life without even trying? Someone who with one glance…she shook her head.

Annabeth took a deep breath and wiped her face. She was Annabeth Chase. She could slay dragons if she had to. She could get over Percy Jackson.

Or at least, she hoped she could.

… Percy hadn’t spoken to Annabeth in weeks. He texted her. Lots. As the tour came closer, the more he wanted to see her.

To tell her. Though she must know by now. Jason would’ve told his sister and Thalia wouldn’t keep that from Annabeth. So why hadn’t she reached out?

No congratulatory text? No I’m happy for you? Nothing about their new music. Their lead single Talk Fast from the E.P. had just come out and was doing well. Though no one knew an E.P. was coming, they were planning a surprise drop.

Still, wasn’t she wondering if the song was about her?

Mostly, he just wanted to hear her voice. But she rarely answered. Those that did receive a reply were one worded. Three words at most.

On Tuesday, when he knew Thalia would likely be at work and Leo was out on a date Percy had set up for him (he knew a girl a few floors down who would be just Leo’s type), he went to see Annabeth.

When she opened the door, he hadn’t expected to see her wearing a cap and gown.

Shit.

“Percy?”

“Yeah, hi,” he said, lamely, “I didn’t know you were…um congrats.”

His annoyance was melting away. This is why she hadn’t texted right? She was graduating. How had he lost track of the days so badly that Percy didn’t realize graduation was upon them.

For him, he had one more semester. So it totally slipped his mind.

There were a couple more classes he had to take in order to graduate some dumb requirements no advisor had thought to mention.

“Thanks.”

Her blonde hair was in perfect ringlets falling onto the light blue gown. A color which only made her gray eyes stand out more.

“Are you heading there now?”

“Not yet. I’m meeting my family here in an hour, we’re going together.”

“Seriously Annabeth, congratulations. You’ve really earned this. I know we hadn’t known each other that long but you’re the smartest person I know. You’re going to do amazing things.” Percy wanted so badly to touch her, to hug her. But he didn’t think that was allowed.

There was tension between them. Not the good kind either. Like she was mad at him for some reason. It seemed to him that he had every right to be angry with her. She was the one avoiding him.

“I should go,” he said, finally. “Good luck, Annabeth.”

And it felt a lot like goodbye.

Percy turned to walk away when she grabbed his hand.

“Why did you come too see me?” She asked.

His shoulders fell. Now didn’t really seem like the time.

“Percy, please.”

She led him inside.

He had been right, no one else was home. And if Annabeth's family was as punctual as she was, they had an hour.

“I’ve been texting you,” he said, “I wanted to talk to you. I assume you already know about the tour. I wanted to tell you first.”

“Yeah, I heard.”

Percy avoided her eyes. If he looked at her, he was going to kiss her. Now really wasn’t the time for that.

“I wrote a song about you, you know?" He sang a little, "I’ll take what I can get from you. Talk fast, romance, burn, crash, I’m okay with that.”

She half smiled. “I thought maybe you had, I wanted to reach out but I—“ she trailed off.

Finish your thought. Please.

But she didn’t.

“You’re going on tour. That’s exciting right?”

“Yeah, it should be. Who knew we were blowing up in the West.”

“Your manager figured it out,” Annabeth said.

Percy shrugged.

“When’s the E.P. dropping?”

“Oh, we’re thinking about May 16th. Exactly a month before tour…wait how did you know an E.P. was coming?”

“Uh, I think Jason mentioned it?”

She was lying. Jason, Piper, and Percy had agreed to keep this under wraps. Even from Thalia.

It was going to be a surprise because Jason had decided to add a song about his sister that he wrote with Piper.

“No, he wouldn’t have. It’s supposed to be a secret, how did you know?”

“I, um…”

Percy felt that angry building back up. The endless texts she didn’t answer, the avoidance tactics, and now she was lying to him? Why?

“Annabeth, how?”

She bit her lip.

“I eavesdropped,” she whispered, “I was at your apartment when you were talking about the tour.”

“So Jason didn’t tell you that either. You found out on your own. Why didn't you tell me?” He tried to keep his voice level.

“I was so mad at you, for leaving, I couldn’t see you.”

“Without telling me you were mad? Annabeth, that’s so dumb. How could I fix things if I don’t know you’re upset? So you’re mad at me for something you shouldn’t have overheard in the first place.”

“I know, I shouldn’t—“

Percy cut her off, “you’re not even giving me a chance here. You’re not giving us a chance!”

“Percy, I told you I couldn’t do a relationship right now!”

“Shit Annabeth, I think it’s a little late for that. We’re already there in everything but name. You come to all my gigs, our friends have weekly movie nights, we see each other like twice a week and sometimes we don’t even have sex. We’ve been dating but you won’t admit it!”

He was aware of their voices getting louder.

“I’m going on tour,” he said, “I guess that’ll be that.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” She asked.

“It means you get your wish,” he said, lowering his voice. “No relationship.”

Annabeth’s eyes were watering. “No.”

Percy couldn’t believe he was saying this.

“We’ll be better off, we’re destroying each other like this. You can't do a relationship, well I can’t do this anymore.”

He walked to the door.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, I thought someday you’d realize what I already had noticed. I thought you were just being coy, I thought…”

You might really like me too.

“It doesn’t matter now. I meant it, you’re the smartest person I know but not smart enough to see me. Congrats again, you’ll make a hell of an architect.”

And he left.

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