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irisvault · 2 months

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◜ 🎒 ◞ cotton spider ↪︎ peter parker

peter parker x gn!reader. miscommunication. oneshot. lowercase intended. established relationship. || 0.5k words

summary; you’ve always loved your stuffed spiderman doll like your own son, but you’ve never shown peter because.. well, he is spiderman. nothing can get past someone with radioactive blood though.

no different from your usual friday nights, you were aimlessly flitting through the seemingly endless pages of homework you’d been set for the week. you sighed, rubbing your tired eyes, and promised yourself you’d do it tomorrow.

you groan into the pillow, and reach for the blur of scarlet you could see from the corner of your eyes. “what should i do, spiderman?” you say to it, as if it were a friend. you supposed, in some ways, it was, but it mostly functioned as something to throw at walls when your frustration got the better of you. poor spidey.. you think, and kiss his imaginary injuries better.

you get the sense that stuffed spiderman is telling you to go to the kitchen for some food, so you agree with him, and bring him down with you. “what do you spiders even eat..?” you say, thinking back to peter’s huge lunches, fuelled by his hyper-fast metabolism.

you reach for a cupcake from a four-pack you bought recently and place spiderman on the counter. “don’t look at me like that..” you say, returning his stare. “spiders don’t eat cupcakes.”

you take a bite of the pink-frosted cupcake, relishing in the sweet taste. god, you could not get enough of this. vanilla is too good.

glancing over to spiderman, you ask, “would another one hurt?” spiderman obviously agrees with you. “good choice.” you take another cupcake and bring spiderman back to your room, but before you can even think of eating your second cupcake, a tall figure stands in the door.

“y/n!!”

peter?

you blink, and suddenly realise you’re holding a stuffed animal version of your boyfriend, so you naturally scramble to shove it under your pillow.

“haha…” you laugh, trying to act natural, “hey peter!”

peter sees through you. maybe it’s his tingle? “what was that?” he asks, suspicious. stupid tingle.

you try diverting the conversation, “cupcake?” you smile saccharinely, but your skin crawled with irritation at the fact that it was your cupcake. desperate times call for desperate measures, you suppose.

“ooh!” peter exclaims, “yes please—“ he grins, taking your offer, before realising your cunning trick worked on him.

you try to seem calm, though your nervous fiddling seems to catch peter’s attention.

“y/n.” he says, matter of factly, “you’re not cheating on me, are you?”

your eyes widen with shock, “what!? no, oh my god.” you rush out, trying desperately to assure him of your innocence.

“then— what do you have to hide?” he grimaces, “y/n/n… are you looking at… you know..”

you gasp, grabbing your pillow and thwacking him across the head, scandalised. he lets out a surprised yelp, but he notices the plush that you had hidden.

“oh my god…” he mutters, before howling with laughter. you realise your mistake, and go bright red, hiding your hands in your face.

“stop laughing!!” you protest, throwing the pillow at him once again.

“ow—!” he cries, but his grin remains the same. his lips quirk even further upwards before he asks, “how long have you had him..?”

you pout, sending him an evil look. “you’re making fun of me.”

“i’m not—!” he counters, but the fact he’s doubled over with laughter tells a different story.

you grab spiderman, and pat his head. “spidey doesn’t like being made fun of.”

peter’s expression morphs into one of incredulity, and he raises an eyebrow at you. “spidey?”

#spiderman #peter parker #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #peter parker x gn!reader #y/n #peter parker x y/n #spiderman x y/n #gn!reader #marvel fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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Reunion In the Rain

Pairing: Ex!JJ Maybank x female!Reader (both over 18)

TW:18+, smut, angst, radioactive levels of toxicity (seriously JJ and Reader are terrible in this lol), cheating, I think thats it

Summary: You and JJ never really got over each other, and you handle it in the worst way possible.

Word Count:2.5k

A/N: listen I know jj would never but I had to get this out of my head

Sleep doesn't come easily these days and like many nights recently, you find yourself staring up at the ceiling as the snoring next to you grates your nerves. You should be happy; your life is perfect by all accounts on the surface.

You're with a man who loves you and takes care of you, working is a thing of the past, and you're comfortable. Despite all that, you'd throw it away in a heartbeat if you could go back to the way things were.

You mull over the idea for a few minutes before saying fuck it. Your movements are slow and calculated as you shift the down comforter, stopping every few seconds to make sure your boyfriend is still asleep.

Once you're free from the shackles of his arms, you creep towards the door on the balls of your feet and peel it open silently before moving toward the kitchen. You lean on the island and sigh, really debating your next move.

You know it's a bad idea, he probably won't even answer. That doesn't stop you from pulling out your phone and scrolling your contacts. You stop directly at his name, your thumb seeming to use muscle memory as it presses call before you can torture yourself anymore.

The line rings a few times and you're about to admit defeat and hang up when you hear him speak.

"Y/N? It's almost two am, why are you calling? Is everything okay?"

You're suddenly at a loss for words; you didn't think you'd get this far. Everything comes rushing to the surface at once; familiar love and heartache swirling around your heart and choking the life out of you. If you close your eyes, you can almost smell his cologne; a stark contrast from the suffocating scent of the man upstairs.

"Y/N? Did you mean to call?"

Confusion laces his voice and you force yourself to speak, willing your brain to work.

"Shit, yeah. Yeah, I meant to call, JJ."

It's all you can muster at the moment and your chest squeezes like a vice when you hear him sigh. You can imagine him running his hands through his blonde bed head and for a split second, it's as if you're sitting next to him having one of your late-night talks like nothing has changed at all.

"It's kind of hard to talk right now, Y/N."

His voice is a hushed whisper, and you know it's because she's sleeping a few feet away from him, the same way you used to.

"Yeah, no. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."

You squeeze your eyes shut, praying that he can't hear the way your voice shakes or your small sniffles. But this is JJ we're talking about; even over the phone and after nearly a year apart he still knows you like the back of his hand.

"Why are you crying, cupcake?"

It's a slip of the tongue, you know that. JJ has never been good about keeping his composure when it comes to you. Still, the old nickname causes your hand to fly up to your mouth as you attempt to stifle a sob.

"I just miss you."

You know you sound pathetic, but you can't bring yourself to care as you talk to the man that has always held your heart in the palm of his hand. It's silent for a beat and you can almost hear the wheels turning in his head before he speaks again.

"It's good to hear your voice. Sometimes I wish it was you sleeping next to me."

You swallow thickly, suppressing the urge to go to him even though it would cause more issues than you can count.

"Do you ever dream of me? I don't sleep much anymore because every time I do, it's just memories of us."

You know he's in just as much pain as you, everything about this conversation and the situation as a whole is unfair.

"Every night."

There's a moment of silence and you hear shuffling on the other end as he slips out into the hallway.

"Does he know you're talking to me?"

It's a fair question, and it causes guilt to eat at you when you're reminded of the clueless man still sleeping upstairs.

"No, lord knows that would cause a fight. Does she know you're talking to me?"

You already know the answer, and yet you ask anyway.

"No. She's out cold."

You purse your lips and nod even though he can't see you, and revel in the comfort of just having him breathing in your ear.

"JJ.."

Your voice is slow and thick like molasses, exhaustion and tears forcing you to speak at a more relaxed cadence than usual. You vaguely register a thump as his head hits the wall behind him, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Don't say my name like that. You're making it really difficult to think straight."

Your lip quirks slightly at the fact you still have as much effect on him as he does you before it drops again.

"I'm sorry."

Your voice is barely audible, but JJ hears loud and clear.

"It's okay."

You shake your head from side to side and it drops down, your hair hanging in your face as you stare at the counter.

"No, JJ. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for the way things ended, for the fact we can only talk in secret. I'm just- I'm sorry. I never wanted to say goodbye."

Your words hang heavy in the air, like an anvil ready to crush you both at any second. You frown when you hear him chuckle to himself and prepare yourself for the worst.

"I guess neither of us really moved on, huh?"

You suck in a breath, taken aback by his response as your mind reels.

"No, I guess not. Yet, we won't do anything about it."

It's sad but it's true. You're too scared and he's too stubborn; it's part of the reason the relationship ended in the first place.

"What if we did? What if we've both grown up and it's the right time, now?"

You ponder his words, unsure if he really means them.

"If it was the right time would we be hiding in the dark in the middle of the night just to talk?"

You hear him suck his teeth, and you can imagine the pensive expression on his handsome features.

"Maybe not."

You nod to yourself, secretly disappointed he didn't try harder to convince you.

"I should probably let you get back to bed."

Your voice is watery as a fresh round of tears starts, and you try your damndest to hold in your sobs until he hangs up.

"Yeah, probably. Goodnight, Y/N."

You try to ignore the underlying reluctance in his voice, aware that he doesn't want this to be the end either. Against your heart's wishes, you let him go again.

"Night, JJ."

The second you hear the line click, your knees give out and you collapse into a heap of tears and sorrow on the marble floor. Little do you know, JJ slides down the wall and curls into himself, mirroring your disheveled state.

The two of you fall apart, together yet apart, before clambering back to your significant others who are none the wiser. Two people, deeply in love yet pushed apart by cruel circumstances, dreaming of each other next to the ones they can't love.

Despite your best efforts, you just can't sleep. The tears won't stop streaming down your cheeks, and your breathing is far too ragged to feel anything resembling calm.

You're debating throwing away everything when the decision is made for you. Your phone vibrates next to you, and you scowl as you pick it up. It's nearly three now, who on earth would be texting this late?

Meet me at the docks

There are only about five seconds between your mind registering the words, and your feet carrying you out of the room. There are simultaneously no thoughts and a million thoughts racing through your mind as you grab your keys and start toward your old meeting place.

You're on autopilot as you take the familiar route and slam the gear into park as soon as you arrive. You don't even shut your door as you stand at the start of the wood planks, staring down the man you're willing to risk everything for.

He looks ethereal with the moonlight casting a glow on him, and you both stand in place, seemingly trying to figure out of this is real or not.

You don't even register that you forgot your shoes until your feet are slamming into the weathered wood beneath you, sprinting towards JJ as if your life depends on it.

In a way it does.

You realize at some point that it started storming, the rain stinging your skin and plastering your hair to your forehead. You don't care one bit, too focused on the man who has now broken out into a jog toward you.

His arms are already open when the two of you collide, your body wrapping around his instinctively as his broad arms envelop you. You're both crying now, a feeling of home washing over you for the first time since you walked away from each other.

Everything else is forgotten, the two people waiting for you at home nowhere in your mind. You both know this is wrong but if that's truly the case, why does it feel so right?

The second your skin touches his, your only thought is fuck the consequences.

Your lips smash against his, rainwater and tears mingling on your tongues. Your hands tangle in his hair, one of his hands supporting your thigh and the other one gripping the back of your neck as he holds you against him.

It's a messy clash of teeth and strangled moans, the two of you lost in the moment. You don't realize you left your phone in the car, or maybe you would have seen the notification someone logged in to find my iPhone from your computer, followed by a string of text messages.

Where are you?

Baby??

Are you with him?

Maybe if you weren't so enamored with the intoxicating scent of sandalwood body wash mixed with weed or the way JJ's fingertips are digging into your flesh, you would have heard the tires crunching gravel and slamming doors.

Maybe JJ would have peeled his eyes open for just long enough to see your boyfriend fuming with his girlfriend ready to kill right behind him. He had called JJ's number, only to hear a woman's voice pick up the phone.

However, you'll never know because the two of you stay glued together in the pouring rain, wandering hands and bruising kisses muddling your senses.

The two of them watch silently as JJ sets you down, only getting a second of reprieve as they let themselves think it's over. It's quickly ripped away when the blonde's hands slip under your shirt, guiding it up and over your head.

You let him, too desperate for him to care that you're in public. They watch frozen as you do the same, your mouth attaching to JJ's throat as his head falls back in bliss.

Once your fingers start working on his belt, they return to the car and speed off, unable to stomach any more.

You and JJ are completely oblivious to what just happened, still too caught up in one another as he bends you over the railing. You breathe a sigh of relief as he slips into you, his arm snaking around your waist to hold you in place while his other hand grips your throat.

It's fast and rough, both of you chasing your ends and gasping into the night.

"Shit I missed this. Missed you."

Your only response is a sharp whine when he hits the spot that only he can reach, and you tumble over the edge. He's not far behind, and you clench around him when his throaty groan fills your ear.

The two of you separate, struggling to put your sopping wet clothes back on, and look at each other. The reality of what you just did slams into both of you like a freight train, yet neither of can bring yourself to feel remorse.

"I don't think I can go back to him after this. I can't walk away from you again."

The statement is raw and vulnerable, something you weren't able to be with JJ the first time around.

"We need to break things off with them."

He's just stating the obvious, yet it still sends fear up your spine. You nod slowly, and he gives you a sweet kiss before smiling.

"Call you tomorrow?"

He kisses your forehead and nods, holding your hand loosely as the two of you trek back to your cars. You falter for a second, your eyebrows pinching as you look at the ground.

"Were those tire tracks there before?"

His eyes follow your gaze and he shrugs, unbothered. You don't give it any more thought, climbing into your now wet car and starting toward your boyfriend's place.

It's not until you pick up your phone in the driveway that you see the messages and missed calls, your stomach sinking. Your mind goes back to the tire tracks before you tell yourself that's crazy. He would have said something.

It's almost five now, and you sneak into the house, ready to take a shower and go to sleep. All of this can be dealt with in the morning.

You slowly open the door to his bedroom, and your eyes bulge as you take in the sight before you. Laying in bed is your boyfriend and JJ's girlfriend, a tangled mess of bare limbs.

You slowly pad around the room collecting the things that you've left over before making a beeline toward your car.

You don't think as you start toward JJ's apartment; he's the only one you want to see right now.

He looks surprised when he opens the door to your face, and moves aside to let you in.

"She's not here. I don't know where she is, she isn't answering."

You know he's trying to reassure you, but you can't help the snort you let out.

"Yeah, I know."

You turn around to face him and almost laugh at the bewildered look in his ocean-blue eyes.

"How do you know?"

It occurs to you then that he's out of the loop, and you plop down on his couch.

"Because she's in bed with my ex-boyfriend."

His eyebrows shoot up as he stares down at you, your gaze focused on your hand as you pick at your nails.

"Excuse me?"

You purse your lips and glance up at him, mild amusement sparkling in your eyes.

"Guess we should have thought harder about those tire tracks."

He blows out a breath and takes a seat next to you, his knee knocking into yours.

"I guess we had that coming."

You chuckle humorlessly and let your head fall back against the cushion.

"Yeah. Yeah, we really did."

His arm wraps around your shoulder and you fall into him, your cheek resting against his chest.

"I guess that frees up our schedule."

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #jj maybank angst #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fic #jj maybank #outer banks fic #outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks angst #outer banks smut

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jeongtothein · 2 months

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SKZ AS UNQUALIFIED BAKERS

Bang Chan ★

“so you need to preheat the oven at—“

“Preheat what now????”

“the oven, you need to make 22 cookies.”

“DAMN WHAT THEY NEED SO MANY FOR??”

★ - Doesn’t know what he’s doing

★ - Someone take him out that damn kitchen..

Lee know ★

“So how are the cupcakes goin— WHAT THE HEL IS THAT???”

“my secret recipe.”

”ARE YOU SERVING THE CUSTOMERS ACID??”

“How’d you know—“

★ - always trying to kill somebody and blames it on the pet hamster

★ - Save Hamburger the Hamster 💔

Changbin ★

“Why are you lifting weights in the middle of your job???”

“I am NOT letting this job get in the way of me looking fine and dandy.”

“sigh..”

*keeps lifting weights*

★ - somehow not fired???

★ - he always being extra and shit like you are NOT all that..

Hyunjin ★

“Hyunjin.. they asked for sugar cookies.”

“CANT WE BE CREATIVE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD??”

“WE’RE IN A BAKERY.”

“oh”

★ - draws some fancy shit on every dessert he bakes and gets HELLA TIPS

★ - coworkers remind him too much of his members and forgets he’s actually working

Han ★

“And.. finished!!”

“that looks radioactive.”

“Uhm, rude much.. don’t judge a book by its cover??”

“did you put cornstarch in that???”

“yeah why— wait was i supposed to put baking soda inste— *bakery explodes*”

★ - makes everything look like it’s a fucked up elevator

★ - bakery burns down and explodes every 5 minutes

Felix ★

“Hey Felix can you come to decorate the cookies?”

“yeah hold on give me a second I’m preheating the oven.”

“but it was just preheating??”

“oh yeah I know, I’m making brownies.”

“THIS IS THE 5TH TIME TODAY??”

★ - he doesn’t know anything else to make other than brownies

★ - best brownies though !!!

Seungmin ★

“Hello??? Seungmin can you please stop standing there and do something??”

“hell NO. I rather be the cashier of this place.”

“that isn’t what you signed up for—“

“idgaf.”

★ - he doesn’t try to bake because he knows he’ll burn down the place.. (princess treatment..)

★ - after the pancake disaster he’s done with baking

Jeongin ★

“I finished the cookies!!”

“oh!! They actually look good. *starts eating one* Wait, why do they taste so weird??”

“oh I accidentally put the oven way too high, or it could’ve been the venom I put in it—“

“WHAT?? IS THE OVEN STILL ON?? JEONGIN THE OVEN IS STI—“ *Bakery blows up*

★ - the sweetest baker there probably

★ - blows up the bakery every 5 seconds but he’s forgiven every time

♡ Request any ideas like this if you’d want !! (´∀｀)♡

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kadextra · 5 months

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q!bad got his cupcakes 🎉🎉🎉

and now cucurucho knows about the nuke. and he seems to suspect about q!bad’s radioactivity damage…

#qsmp #liveblogging #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp cucurucho

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tokusaatsus · 1 year

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BAKING CUPCAKES

ft. sakasaki natsume

warnings: none

You and Sora have been called the ‘disaster duo’ before–many times, in fact–but you didn’t ever think it was this bad…

You look at your melted-sludge-mix, your sad excuse of cupcakes, your 13th reason why, etc etc. with a dejected expression. Sora, by your side and holding your hand in solidarity, sports something similar.

Sena-senpai, standing near opposite you two with a fire extinguisher in hand, looks like he might pop a blood vessel, with how much strain is visible on his face. “What.” He says–or snaps, rather. “Is wrong with you.” It doesn’t sound like a question. It sounds like an accusation. You bravely resist the urge to cower.

“Are you insane.” Another accusation. You notice he’s only glaring at you. Whilst you might protest this kind of behaviour normally, you also think that if Sena-senpai tried to scold Sora you might have to fight him and that would not end well.

“I’m calling Sakasaki.” He gets out his phone. Privately, you don’t think Natsume will care and by extension, neither do you, but considering the fact that these bootleg versions of a proper baked good are supposed to be for his birthday… Ah, well. You shrug, but only mentally. It’s not your problem.

Speak of the devil, and Natsume strolls in just a few minutes after Sena-senpai’s call. Seeing his chance, the older man drops the extinguisher without hesitation and makes his escape, for the sake of his blood pressure.

Natsume takes one look at the kitchen–smouldering oven, messy counter and all–then turns to you with a disappointed expression. “If you’re going to wreck someone’s kitchen, couldn’t it have been Tenshouin’s insteAD?”

“Sorry,” You mumble.

Natsume shrugs and turns to leave. “It’s fiNE. We’ll get senpai to take care of IT.” You think that extra stress is the last thing Tsumugi needs right now but, again, it’s not your problem.

“HiHi, Sora has an idea!” Sora chirps. Natsume pauses in the doorway. “Does Shishou~ know how to make cupcakes?” Natsume’s barely nodded before Sora’s grin widens. “Yay~♪ Shishou~ should teach Sora and Y/N how to make cupcakes! Sora thinks it’ll be fun ♪”

It’ll be fun, you think derisively. Well, it’s not that Sora’s entirely wrong…

“No, Sora-kun, please don’t do that.” Tsumugi pleads, voice crackling from static. He watches you with worried eyes through the screen of a tablet placed on the counter at a precarious angle. The hustle and bustle of the StarPro offices can be heard in the background.

“Shut up, senpAI.” Natsume rolls his eyes. “Don’t listen to him, SoRA. Do IT.”

Sora, clutching a vial of some glowing green substance in one hand and a back of chocolate chips in the other, looks at you. You weigh the pros and cons in your head. Pros: it would be cool, and it’s not like you’re going to be the one eating it. Cons: literally nothing. “Yeah, go ahead.”

“No!” Tsumugi’s cry goes largely ignored, and the four of you watch with interest (You), excitement (Sora), indifference (Natsume) and mild panic (Tsumugi). The batter turns a colour not unlike that of radioactive melted metal. You and Sora exchange a glance, before pouring it into a tray of cupcake moulds and sticking it in the oven and setting the timer.

“Now whAT?” Natsume asks.

“I dunno,” You shrug. “Want to play a game?”

“SuRE.”

Unsurprisingly, 20 minutes goes by incredibly quickly when you end up playing Kiss, Marry, Kill with three (technically four, but Tsumugi’s working) magicians. You’ve just finished cornering Natsume with the choices of Rei, Wataru and Kanata when there’s a ding! Natsume’s sigh of relief does not go unnoticed by you. Sora places the tray of warm, slightly green cupcakes in front of you. “Shishou~ should try the first one!”

Natsume blinks.

“Would you waste all our hard work?” You chime in, grinning madly. “Don’t you know what day it is? Happy birthday, Natsume ♪”

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WC: 654 words

reze txt happy birthday natsume! we love you, nacchan! may you continue to be as magical as you always are <3

#✒️...scribbles!#sakasaki natsume x reader #enstars x reader #sakasaki natsume #switch #enstars #esworks

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