#the worst thing is that i deep down know i wont be able to do that

[kinyeee]

There was a time in my live, when I would come across posts about how some person LOVE their idols. I thought there is no way they really love, love this person, they don't even met once and they don't about their existence. How can you love someone you don't really know personally?

Then I got into KP fandom and "met" Bible... Now I can say I do love him a lot even though we never met, I've never seen him with my own eyes. There was never any actor, idol any famous human being I could say I have a crush on. Until now.

Like what the heck. How can I feel so strong emotions towards someone I didn't met? Is this an empaths thing? Am I projecting my own fantasies about them?

Recently this feelings are messing with my head and I don't know if this is normal. I haven't felt this sort of connection with any known person I liked and was a fan of.

#i dont understand it #its stupid #but i need to understand my feelings to be able to live normally #but everytime i see this man in my instagram or here i just cant #i can say its a crush #but ugh #how is this possible #i want to meet him have a conversation #talk a little #the worst thing is that i deep down know i wont be able to do that #and why it hurts so much #i feel like an insane person that is obsessed #im stupid #maybe there are some suppressed emotions that are inside me and want the get and choose my only weak point #the stuff that is occupying my head for last few months #toughts at 4 am #ive cried and feel worse and better at the same time #i wonder if anyone read my struggles #leave 🖤 if you did

[i-cant-sing]

Thinking about reincarnated todoroki reader really fits in the other Dabi daughter fics/drabbles

Like how Dad dabi does more to make daughter reader happy instead of kinda asshole brother Dabi. Like id imagine he can see his yandere tendencies reminding him of Rei which makes him fear himself, sprinkle some more family trauma, and probably has to go parenting classes to see how other parents work shit out

See? Somebody gets it!

He feels so guilty, so so so guilty for how horribly he behaved with sister reader. So when life gives him a second chance with daughter reader aka reincarnated sister reader, he's gonna make damn sure that he doesn't repeat his past mistakes.

He turns overprotective, naturally. But the type of overprotective now is way different than before. Because before, he was partially protective of reader, mostly scared that you'd leave him and the family for someone better and he and the family will once again be in shambles.

Now, he is protective because he is afraid of losing you. He is afraid that if you die again, you might be reincarnated but he doesn't know for sure you'll end up in his hands again. You could end with someone worst, someone who will make your life miserable from day 1, someone who'll abuse your quirk and use you like a lab rat, and yet they wont let you die. Which means you're in for a life of torture.

The mere thought of you ending up in some vile monster's hands makes his skin crawl and keeps him up at night. And its these nights when he's sitting by your crib, your tiny hand wrapped around his finger and he swears he'll do everything in his might to keep you safe.

Your mortality and your quirk sets off his paranoia real quick. Things like getting a small scratch to stubbing your toe, it makes panic internally. Over time, he's able to mask his fear and paranoia, just so that you're not traumatised. I mean, you still remember how he flew off the handle when you jumped the last couple of steps of the stairs when you were 8. He yelled at you to never do something like this again, and his admonishing only stopped when you burst into tears. Dabi realised that you don't know why he's like this, you don't remember the abuse from your past life. Something which he is grateful for, and something you should not be punished for. So he learns to give you some normalcy, his freak outs are for him to take care of internally.

However, you also learn to adapt. You know that there are certain things that you should avoid doing, even if everyone else is doing. Like always keeping your phone charged and ALWAYS picking up his calls/calling him when you're gonna be home later than 5 minutes. While other kids had the privilege of sleepovers, you're not allowed to stay at anyone's house past 5 pm. To always call him when you get the slightest doubt that you're in danger or its not a safe area to be alone.

Perhaps reader has seen Dabi having a full on panic attack one of these times when he couldn't find where you were, and the immense guilt always made your heart heavy. You cant ever get the way he struggled to breathe, to get back on his feet, the way he became completely disoriented, not until you came into his vision again.

His panic attacks are something that occured quite frequently when he was a kid. It was your dear uncle Natsuo who had him go to a therapist for help that finally made them stop. Now, Dabi is much more calm and ready to save you from any danger you're in.

If you're out late, he has a tracker on your phone and he's already out of the house an hour before your curfew ends, searching for you.

If you get injured or burnt from the stove or something, he's taking a deep breath and sitting you down, carefully wrapping bandages while calming you down with jokes and maybe a small lecture if you're in pain. With ice cream, though. Lectures with ice cream, always.

Dad Dabi worries a lot, but-

Parents are supposed to worry, no?

#yandere dabi #yandere dad dabi #yandere touya #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere todoroki clan #yandere todoroki family #dabi x reader #dabi bnha

[millylotus]

Another Void & Gold Post!

I'm going to cure Elaine & Doug of this weird Joker bullshit if it kills me & I'm making it a whole thing about why they're so difficult to cure

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Duke has been trying for years to both find & cure his parents, but for some reason nothing can fix them. All the other victims have made some recovery but they just wont.

His mom is doing the worst, she barely responds to outside stimuli, the only noise she makes are giggles & laughs. He can't even look her in the eyes anymore, they've gone so dull, lost that luster that Duke remembers her for.

His dad is a bit better, he reacts to more aggressive stimuli, always asking for help for his wife, begging for someone to look for his son. Asking for his sister & her family, sometimes even his long dead parents. His desperation & pain make it so hard for Duke to sit there & listen to him speak.

Duke just wants his parents back, but nothing seems to be working. He was almost going to resign himself to this being all they could be when some new information came up.

Bruce had been looking into the "why" & he stumbled upon it. There was something inherently different about Elaine's very being, she was human yes but a different kind then what would be normal on this Earth. Doug by close association with her had taken on a few of those traits.

So the theory of Elaine not being from this dimension was brought up as very feasible. There where of course some difficulties across the board.

Duke getting desperate to find some kind of information about his mother before she came to Gotham. And the only person who could have possibly known her is Gnomon, her ex [husband?] & Duke's bio dad.

So Duke's sitting in the visitation room of a meta-human prison staring down Gnomon, who looks like he doesn't give much of fuck.

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G: So you've finally come to visit, finally come to ask about me? D: Yeah no, I just wanted to ask about mom, not exactly here for your sob story. G *sighs*: Yes of course, Elaine must have kept some things from you. Especially considering how ill equipt you where when fighting me. Did she not want to talk about her past with you, even now that you know about me? D: More like she couldn't. G *eyebrow raise* D *deep breath*: Mom & Dad have been thoroughly Jokerized for a couple years now. Everyone else has made a proper recovery but they haven't. The doctors have come to the conclusion that something is fundamentally different about mom. We think it's dimensional. And you're the only person who knew her before she showed up in Gotham, so you'd know the best. *tense silence* G *mumbling*: Well you're not wrong. G: Elaine & I aren't, under a technicality, from this world. D: So you can guess what's wrong with them? G: Not with any accuracy, not unless & I see it up close. D *groan*: You aren't even set up for parole yet, & I'm not letting you out. G: Child it was never about anyone letting me out. It was always about when you & Elaine would muster up the courage to come talk to me. I can leave whenever I want. And if what you say is true, then you're Mother & Douglas are on a bit of time crunch at the moment. *D glares at G, who is smirking* D: I don't like this. G: I'm not about to hurt you Duke, I've done all I wanted on the getting your attention front. D: How do I know you're not lying G *serious*: Elaine was my first friend & love, you are my son, and you both deeply care for Douglas. Any harm I may cause to either of you three or anyone else you care for, for that matter, would only grant me your ire. And I do not want that. D *sighs*: I'll see what I can do.

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So science, not my strong suit, but a small passion of mine. Still not going to go in amazingly thought out depth of it

Gnomon is able to pinpoint the reason Elaine & Doug are taking so long is because the Joker venom used on them had traces of Nth metal

An off shoot of Elaine & Gnomon's previous home dimension of The Sphere/The Collective, so their immune systems where having a hard time differentiating between the invading Nth metal & Elaine's own energy

As is it has been a long while since Elaine had rejuvenated any of her powers

The simple fix was to reintroduce Elaine's energy still within The Collective

A whole adventure to The Sphere happens as a sort of Father-Son bonding trip for Gnomon & Duke. Something that I'll probably have fun hashing out later in another post. But in the end they get back, synthesis the cure & get it to Elaine & Doug!

Elaine snaps out of it first, quickly followed by Doug, a tearful reunion between child & parents ensues

Jay's there by his family, also getting hugs & tears

Bruce explains some of what's been going on

Gnomon's off in hall being a bit awkward

And that's how Elaine & Doug are healed! Hip-hip hooray :D!

#duke thomas #gnomon #elaine thomas #doug thomas #jay peters #kinda want doug & gnomon to be gay together #not breaking up elaine & doug #just like think about it ya know #your ex & you kinda make up & now he's dating your husband #your not confused it makes sense you both love this weird normal man who has left normality awhile ago #doug's just got that greg universe rizz #that human man making incomprehensible beings fall for him rizz #duke did not expect for this to happen #he's supportive but confused #imma make a post about this idea later i think #might not though #void&goldAU #V&G #millywrites

[prpfs]

🍓🧀 🐭 20f looking for 18+ roleplay partners 🍓🧀 🐭  hey there c: ive recently come back from a hiatus, and most of my roleplays have died off, so, im back and im looking for more! before i dive into all my brain rot and current fixations, id like to say a little about myself c: im a full time university student, so my schedule is hectic as fuck, but i often find time to come online and chat. i also have the worst work schedule in human history so i try to keep my partners updated on my work schedule as well! and i do not ghost - i would appreciate it if you don't do the same. if at any time you feel the roleplay isn't where you'd like it to be, or you're simply uninterested anymore, just let me know! it won't cause any hard feelings on my end. im not too strict on replies, just please give me enough to work off of! i believe in quality over quantity. When it comes to pairings, my preferred pairings are mlm and mlw, with selective wlw.  i do wish to play the female lead in mlw due to how rusty i am at playing male leads. as of now, i am unable to double up. i know this is a deal breaker, but depending on how many roleplays i begin, i want to be able to timely respond without the stress of extra long replies. i am so sorry </3 when it comes to smut, please be comfortable with it. i do not fade to black, i am sorry! smut won't happen every five seconds, but it will happen! now for the fun stuff - below are the super vague and shitty ideas that i have. these can be further developed privately!!

- i recently succumbed to the game of thrones universe, and im begging for something royal-centered. I think it could be super cool to maybe do a royal x mistress/paramour. i love the angst that could come with our characters sneaking around, hooking up in secret places, and having to hide their true intentions and feelings from those around them, as well as the fear that could come with getting caught! if infidelity plots aren't your thing, i would also love something a bit more cliche, perhaps an enemies-to-lovers situation. maybe an arranged marriage plot where they start out hating each other, but eventually begin to love one another. 

- zombie apocalypse brain rot!!! literally will always be down for an apocalypse roleplay. the simplicity is *chefs kiss* 

- vampires <3 love them. i have this idea that involves a super bitchy vampire lady who ends up falling in love with a super goofy himbo boy. im a sucker for cliche tropes, especially black cat x golden retriever types. this is very bare bones, but get me excited and i can totally come up with something!!! 

- alright here's the hella weird request that'll get me nowhere BUT HEAR ME OUT- im like, so deep into the hayden christensen verse than i am on my knees begging for someone to be willing to use him as a fc. idgaf about the plot ( i do but i also don't ) in return, ill use whoever you want as a fc!! this wont be doubled, but ill try to make it as even as possible that way we can both enjoy the roleplay! 

alrighty roo that's it. like this and ill try to reach out at some point this decade <3

like if you're interested and op will reach out

#oc rp #oc roleplay #original rp #fandomless rp #fandomless roleplay #ocxoc rp #dead dove

[starsnores]

I love that rut idea you talked about on Twitter. Do you think Karkat lets Gamzee fuck him eventually to be a good moirail who doesn’t know how else to calm his crazy partner down? Just Karkat convincing himself that it was the only way and things will go back to normal later but oh no it was great sex and now he’s horny all the time and Gamzee knows it

yes god i love that so much. He really doesn't have to fuck anyone through his rut. it will be uncomfortable, maybe painful, but he wont die. but it might make it go away faster. He keeps snapping at people, cruel in a way that's unusual to karkat, all teeth and that rumble that comes from deep in his chest, possessively hovering around him. karkat hates to see him suffer and doesn't want him to do something he might regret and the way gamzee mouthed greedily at his neck when he tried to hold gamzee close and calm him down was Not exciting, at least he tells himself that.

he feels dirty leading gamzee somewhere private, like something out of one of those kinkier quadrant smearing pail vids he doesn't watch. it's for group cohesion! so gamzee doesn't kill someone in a hormone fueled rage of misplaced possessiveness! Not because the way gamzee looks at him makes him feel like prey in the best/worst way possible.

Gamzee looks lost in the middle of the room, bulge tenting his pants, knowing karkat is so insistent on keeping the edges of his quadrants sharp. but when karkat starts undressing he doesn't hesitate jumping him. Gamzee pins him down and fucks him sloppy and hard and then eats him out rumbling deep in his chest so loud that karkat can feel it up through his nook in his thoracic cavity. and after, karkat knows he fucking ruined it bc he won't be able to be close to gamzee, breath in his smoke and sea spray pheromones, without getting excited.

#asks #sorry for the long thing i just keep thinking about Them #it's a favorite scenario of mine that karkat feels like he needs to use his body to calm gamzee #i mean he sort of does canonically but you know what i mean lmao #a possessive makara sounds like and alligator bellow in case you were wondering

[darkdoverpseeker]

 🐭 20f looking for 18+ roleplay partners 🐭  hey there c: ive recently come back from a hiatus, and most of my roleplays have died off, so, im back and im looking for more! before i dive into all my brain rot and current fixations, id like to say a little about myself c: im a full time university student, so my schedule is hectic as fuck, but i often find time to come online and chat. i also have the worst work schedule in human history so i try to keep my partners updated on my work schedule as well! and i do not ghost - i would appreciate it if you don't do the same. if at any time you feel the roleplay isn't where you'd like it to be, or you're simply uninterested anymore, just let me know! it won't cause any hard feelings on my end. im not too strict on replies, just please give me enough to work off of! i believe in quality over quantity. When it comes to pairings, my preferred pairings are mlm and mlw, with selective wlw.  i do wish to play the female lead in mlw due to how rusty i am at playing male leads. as of now, i am unable to double up. i know this is a deal breaker, but depending on how many roleplays i begin, i want to be able to timely respond without the stress of extra long replies. i am so sorry </3 when it comes to smut, please be comfortable with it. i do not fade to black, i am sorry! smut won't happen every five seconds, but it will happen! now for the fun stuff - below are the super vague and shitty ideas that i have. these can be further developed privately!!

- i recently succumbed to the game of thrones universe, and im begging for something royal-centered. I think it could be super cool to maybe do a royal x mistress/paramour. i love the angst that could come with our characters sneaking around, hooking up in secret places, and having to hide their true intentions and feelings from those around them, as well as the fear that could come with getting caught! if infidelity plots aren't your thing, i would also love something a bit more cliche, perhaps an enemies-to-lovers situation. maybe an arranged marriage plot where they start out hating each other, but eventually begin to love one another. 

- zombie apocalypse brain rot!!! literally will always be down for an apocalypse roleplay. the simplicity is *chefs kiss* 

- vampires <3 love them. i have this idea that involves a super bitchy vampire lady who ends up falling in love with a super goofy himbo boy. im a sucker for cliche tropes, especially black cat x golden retriever types. this is very bare bones, but get me excited and i can totally come up with something!!! 

- alright here's the hella weird request that'll get me nowhere BUT HEAR ME OUT- im like, so deep into the hayden christensen verse than i am on my knees begging for someone to be willing to use him as a fc. idgaf about the plot ( i do but i also don't ) in return, ill use whoever you want as a fc!! this wont be doubled, but ill try to make it as even as possible that way we can both enjoy the roleplay! 

alrighty roo that's it. like this and ill try to reach out at some point this decade <3

like if interested !

#fandomless rp #oc x oc #m x m #m x f #1x1 rp #rp #roleplay #irl fcs

[findyourrp]

🍓🧀 🐭 20f looking for 18+ roleplay partners 🍓🧀 🐭  hey there c: ive recently come back from a hiatus, and most of my roleplays have died off, so, im back and im looking for more! before i dive into all my brain rot and current fixations, id like to say a little about myself c: im a full time university student, so my schedule is hectic as fuck, but i often find time to come online and chat. i also have the worst work schedule in human history so i try to keep my partners updated on my work schedule as well! and i do not ghost - i would appreciate it if you don't do the same. if at any time you feel the roleplay isn't where you'd like it to be, or you're simply uninterested anymore, just let me know! it won't cause any hard feelings on my end. im not too strict on replies, just please give me enough to work off of! i believe in quality over quantity. When it comes to pairings, my preferred pairings are mlm and mlw, with selective wlw.  i do wish to play the female lead in mlw due to how rusty i am at playing male leads. as of now, i am unable to double up. i know this is a deal breaker, but depending on how many roleplays i begin, i want to be able to timely respond without the stress of extra long replies. i am so sorry </3 when it comes to smut, please be comfortable with it. i do not fade to black, i am sorry! smut won't happen every five seconds, but it will happen! now for the fun stuff - below are the super vague and shitty ideas that i have. these can be further developed privately!!

- i recently succumbed to the game of thrones universe, and im begging for something royal-centered. I think it could be super cool to maybe do a royal x mistress/paramour. i love the angst that could come with our characters sneaking around, hooking up in secret places, and having to hide their true intentions and feelings from those around them, as well as the fear that could come with getting caught! if infidelity plots aren't your thing, i would also love something a bit more cliche, perhaps an enemies-to-lovers situation. maybe an arranged marriage plot where they start out hating each other, but eventually begin to love one another. 

- zombie apocalypse brain rot!!! literally will always be down for an apocalypse roleplay. the simplicity is *chefs kiss* 

- vampires <3 love them. i have this idea that involves a super bitchy vampire lady who ends up falling in love with a super goofy himbo boy. im a sucker for cliche tropes, especially black cat x golden retriever types. this is very bare bones, but get me excited and i can totally come up with something!!! 

- alright here's the hella weird request that'll get me nowhere BUT HEAR ME OUT- im like, so deep into the hayden christensen verse than i am on my knees begging for someone to be willing to use him as a fc. idgaf about the plot ( i do but i also don't ) in return, ill use whoever you want as a fc!! this wont be doubled, but ill try to make it as even as possible that way we can both enjoy the roleplay! 

alrighty roo that's it. like this and ill try to reach out at some point this decade <3

.

#rp finder #18+ rp #fandom roleplay #fandomless rp

[lululemon1111]

those ocean blue eyes #2

Its been 2 weeks and you learned more about healing and their fighting then how to swim and breath underwater now you leg was healed but you didn't want to leave you were having so much with ronal but you had to at least you were going to be with tsireya but once you got there tsrieya asked ao'nung to help you and he rolled his eyes and " why do i have to help another freak" she hit him on the head and said to help you he just sighed and you two when on the other side of the reef and and he first helped you how to breath under water and you had a secret that tsrieya only know it was really clear that you liked ao'nung and she is trying to help you but you get nervous around him and that you were alone its was even worst he looked at you like if you were crazy only cuz you keep doing it wrong so he just came closer and put his hands on your chest and stomach you were blushing so bad and you wanted to run away so bad but wouldn't your heart was going crazy "you need to slow down your heart or you wont be able to do it right" you can feel his eyes on you like if he was a hawk then he saw your blush you can hear him chuckle and he moves to your face and looked right in your eyes for what feels like forever but it had to ruined by your brothers "Y/N WHERE ARE YOU" lo'ak yelled out he saw you and ao'nung already moved back where he was sitting like gave your brother death glares "what happened?" he was so confused "what do you need lo'ak" you asked "oh um mom and dad need to talk to you like now" you just said ok and looked at ao'nung and said "sorry i have to go bye" you just gave him a sweet smile you when to your parents they looked mad "mom dad you need me" you asked " WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU" jake yelled at you "huh dad what do you mean" you were scared and confused at the same time " ronal told me that you been with her instead of taring to be like on of them i asked for one thing" jake explained your mom just listened to it all "dad cuz my leg has been hurt i couldn't do anything so she was teaching me some things" you tried to expand to your dad but all he did was sigh he said to leave you left to try and get that off your mind and then ao'nung came up to you and said " hey forest girl meet me by the rock tonight ok" you just nodes and for the rest of the day you relaxed by the beach then it was night time after you all ate it was time for bed you waited for ever one to sleep once they did you left to find ao'nung once you did you came beside him sat down he just looked at you waiting for you to say something "hi" you said looking at him too "hi" thats all he said "um why did you call me here" you asked "to do this" out of no where he grabbed your waist and put you on his lap and grabbed you face to kiss you then you wasted no time to kiss back and it turned in to a passionate deep kiss you finally pulled away and looked at him in shock "you just kissed me" you said it was the only thing you could say "mhm i did you know i like you forest girl" he said " i like you to fish lips" then you saw that you both need to go to bed so you got up and " we need to go to bed its getting really late" he agreed and he walked you home before you went in to you hut you p him for one more kiss " good night fish lips" " good night forest girl"

so um i wont be able to post as much as i want because i have a lot going on in school but i will try my best bye hope you liked the story

#aonung x reader #aonung #avatar

[cruelsister-moved2]

hello!! im wondering if you have any advice regarding this, feel free to ignore. im so deep into the closet (lesbian) that at this point i feel suffocated mostly because of the scenarios i keep creating in my head when i think of coming out especially to my best friend. I gave her zero reasons for her to think im nothing other than straight so shattering that perception of me is scary. since we talk abt boys, well her i just listen and when i talk abt my thoughts on dating is very vague i feel like such a two faced person, lying to her face ya know? and these little scenarios i create in my head are the worst cause id imagine she wont believe me. thinking this way of her is not fair because is all in my head... im 27 btw

i hate the process of coming out and the like forced vulnerability and i also stayed in the closet to a lot of the straight people in my life for ages (and have no plans to come out to any of my extended family). i never really 'come out' to anyone, I just mention my girlfriend or like say whatever it is i want to say without a preamble. i think this forced sit-down thing that feels like an intervention is not for everyone, and honestly I find it dehumanising. maybe in some situations you decide it will produce the results you want, but it's not essential.

when you talk about shattering her perception of you, i wonder if part of the problem is the inherent discomfort of recognising that everyone creates their own idea of us in their heads that we can't control. It's just that coming out forced you to confront that in a way most cishet people might never have to. it's possible to be proud of being gay and happy with yourself and be anxious about what that might mean for the pictures others create. this is true of most -isms: you can reject the stereotypes for yourself and still recognise that other people might project them on you anyway, and no amout of self-love stops them from doing it.

i know it's hard to hear when you're in the situation, but it's important to confront whether a relationship in which you can't be yourself at all is something you really need. and sometimes it is - I don't need to have emotional intimacy about my dating life with my grandma, so I don't plan to either cut her off or come out to her, though I do keep her at a distance for my peace of mind. this isn't to say that i think your friend is going to reject you - i assume you've been friends a long time and must have some meaningful ties keeping you together despite all this + people are generally better than we think they are. but i do think the only way you're going to be able to do it is by accepting that whatever happens will be the right thing: lets say she flies into a homophobic rage, don't you want to know that about her? do you want to maintain a friendship where the only thing stopping that is you hiding yourself? you don't need to freak yourself imagining worst-case scenarios, you just need to draw a boundary for yourself that you aren't going to spend time in close relationships protecting other people's image of you.

it sounds like you mostly just want to not have to lie to her, so who cares if she doesn't believe you? instead of framing this as about her, and therefore reliant on her reaction, imagine it as being about your need to speak freely about your dating life (or whatever else you want from this), and then you won't be as worried about how she takes it (which you can't control) and more about how it feels for you (which you can). you can just say 'I'm not really interested in dating boys' and now youre free from the obligation to pretend, however she takes that. if you want to talk about girls, talk about them. if she has more questions, it's her responsibility to ask or keep them to herself. we take so much responsibility on trying to make our coming-outs easy for other people and forget abt ourselves!

#ask #anon #i probably have a more flippant approach to this than other ppl #but ultimately coming out is something i do for my own convenience #if/when it becomes the most convenient option #the idea that you owe it to anyone is fucked #and theres a lot of people i just don't really want to talk about my dating life or sexuality with so i don't really need them to have some #in-depth impression of my sexuality i just want to be able to go. this is my jodie dont be weird

[dyketubbo]

Egg Tubbo you say?

egg tubbo i do say. because for some reason i really like torturing this lil guy. i went on a ramble about it in another server so ill paste that under the cut but basic summary i expand on the egg a bit more to make it have more stakes + be more horrifying. in this case, the egg helps fulfill your deep desires, but in a monkey paws way where it does it in the worst way possible. simpler desires get fulfilled quicker, complex ones are promised over time. ponk wants an arm, she gets an arm, but being so directly connected to the egg keeps her under control for longer. ant wants velvet back, well.. sacrifice enough people and the egg could do whatever it wished (but velvet probably would be brought back as a server or vessel for the egg)

and well.. tubbo wants a community. a purpose. to know what the fuck he should be doing with his life. he needs to have something to dedicate himself to, that wont leave or be destroyed. and, deep deep down, its not necessarily a desire, but. he feels hes living on a scam, so to speak. like back when they were getting the discs back one more time, or maybe in the wreckage of his country, he should have died to give a chance to someone, something else. hes done enough, and yet he so, so desperately needs something else to do. so the egg takes him in, and takes hold of his wishes.

tubbo doesnt die in the traditional way, but his life does become the eggs, in every way it could. he wanted a community right? to serve and make into a purpose? let the eggpire be his community, let the egg give him a guideline of what to do next with his life, let furthering the eggs reach be his purpose. tubbos body is taken over, his conscious even moreso, but he knows exactly who hes getting next. ramble about the actual story under the cut rather than just the premise

the basic gist is like. i want to make the egg be something a bit more Physical since in my own head i can go outside of what minecraft allows for etc etc. also bc i like fucked up horror scenarios. here, the egg is supposed to give you what you want, but its often a like.. monkeys paw situation, and if you do get what you want its often not in the Way you wanted it.

more direct desires get filled quicker, i.e. ponks arm. and, in this case, tubbos desire for a community. one that respects him, listens to him. one thats like a family, and wont ever leave. but deeper than that, hes very, very tired of everything. he wants a purpose to keep going, but as it is.. he doesnt have one. he cant really make being a husband or father into a Purpose, not the way lmanburg was one. he wants to provide, but in a way that helps a bigger community, one that will fight like lmanburg did against all odds.

and so, the finger curls, and the egg gives tubbo a purpose. to serve the eggpire, and specifically the egg itself. it wraps vines around him, sprouting flowers here and there, and during the process.. he loses his last life, but ends up staying in a weird, half dead state where the egg is not only taking over his body, but still possessing his conscious, and since it needs a conscious to possess in the first place, hes still tied to his own body, not being able to leave for limbo. however, with the altered state, its hard for him to really be aware of much if the egg doesnt care

tubbos actual loved ones are. of course. Devastated. bc what the Fuck tubbo. but all they really know is that he joined the eggpire, not the extent of the control the egg has over him. ranboo ends up panicking abt having to make sure michael isnt affected while also still not alerting techno, so he stays with tommy for a while and has either eret or fundy watch over as him and tommy go out every now and again to try and get tubbo back.

neither of them really succeed, and end up admitting that they need a lot more help. they get tied in more firmly with the egg plot as a result, and join the omelette resistance etc etc. some things stay the same, others change, ranboo gets very close to being possessed but escapes last minute. lots of tension ends up resulting between benchtrio

blah blah skip forward its red banquet time. similar stuff happens, but this time with the addition of tubbo, who is. yknow. somewhat experienced in war strategy, some things get circumvented.

yknow how tubbo has the secret passage by the egg. and also a fucking shitton of dogs left over from nlm. basically he ends up being able to counter technos dog army and is also able to communicate enough that *puffy* loses a life rather than ant, as hannah intercepts in time. tubbo is a lot closer w the other eggpire members here btw but he esp ends up bonding with hannah (bc flowers) and ant (bc gay lovers both of these are simplifications but basically theyre friends). hes also a little closer to ponk (bc they know each other already)

either way, the eggpire still has to flee, but they do suffer less losses here and with tubbos tunnels (which would be more expanded to be a Tubbo Thing that he does during war in general) they end up having some well. technically lower ground but metaphorically higher ground in the situation

eventually, ranboo decides to make a risky decision. he gets some help to try and track some of tubbos tunnels and, one day, waits by one with michael

tubbo comes up eventually and, well. its his son. hes near immediately pacified, not being able to bring himself to hurt michael. ranboo is relieved, but.. tubbo reaches down, kneeling to hug michael.

and then his body slumps.

panicked, ranboo grabs michael and runs off, planning to come back later, but when he does, tubbos body is gone, with only flowers and vines where he last was.

the next time they meet, tubbo looks even more covered in vines and flowers, and this time, when he beckons ranboo to follow, ranboo doesnt hesitate.

ranboo follows tubbo to the egg, and asks why tubbo left, wasnt he happy? tubbo tells him he'll be a lot happier if ranboo joined him. that in the end, this really was the way to bring the family together. if ranboo just gave up now, they could live in peace with michael, and once all the others gave up too, there would be nothing to fight. dream was in prison, schlatt long dead, wilbur nothing but a forgetful ghost. even techno and phil turned out to be fallible. what was there to be afraid of anymore?

tubbo had a purpose now. a community to fight for. a family to care for. isnt that what ranboos always wanted? to fight for people? people over sides, isnt that right? tubbo finally understood now. all it would take is one night, and they could be a happy family forever. just like they wanted.

..what else is there to do? ranboo accepts, and lets himself be walled in next to the egg with tubbo. he rests his head on tubbos chest, calmed by the throbbing heartbeat, and rests.

the egg speaks to him. about all the secrets ranboo has tried to hide, about how it would be so much easier to have a sense of self if he let the egg give him someone to be. he just wants to be there for his family, doesnt he? why keep secrets from tubbo, why keep hurting him by never pressing, always letting him stay complacent? but with the egg, they could understand each other, fight for each other, have no secrets left untold. and nothing but acceptance. doesnt that sound nice?

with very little digging, it drags up a nagging little thought. ranboo would do anything for their family, right? even sacrifice themselves?

the egg whispers that happy families dont keep secrets. if ranboo gave themself up now, there would be none to keep. just them and tubbo, in holy matrimony, where not even death could do them part. the egg knows every little thought, and with a harsh edge, it tells them that *it* knows how to get ranboo their happy family, not dream. cut out the middleman, and get what you want with very little cost.

knowing who he is, wanting to protect his family. very simple desires, really. the egg could tell him everything, all he has to do is let go.

so he does. ranboo lets go, and with the last few blinks of consciousness, they realize they arent hearing tubbos heartbeat. its the egg's.

the _beloveds end up being hard to win back over. its them and michael, til the end. tommy ends up being one of the only ones still fighting for them, rather than against. but with how much the egg is able to take over tubbo and ranboo bc of that whole deal, its even harder for them to break out, especially since, well, michael doesnt realize anythings wrong, so hes still happy and safe and theres nothing that really shocks them out about that.

how things get solved is a bit fuzzier in my mind but i imagine it is tommy who breaks through to tubbo somehow. ithink in this case tubbo has a deal with the other members that they cant hurt tommy or ranboo. maybe one of the members tries to hurt tommy, and it makes him snap out a little, just enough to jog ranboo out a bit too.

thankfully ranboo still has his totem hoarding thing and i think by the end of their deal with the egg both are able to live on the life their totems give them once the egg lets go of control etc etc

#angel answers #egg tubbo au #dsmp #dsmp au #tubbo #possession tw #also tws for implied suicidal ideation/sacrificial tendencies and for manipulation and death + mild body horror #feel free to ask any other questions . bc for some reason this au is really prone to randomly giving me vivid daydreams every now and then

[in-decisivo]

this is why it takes so much time for me to trust people in my life; people like me are bruised with tremendous amount of betrayal from the people i once love, i love i have carried that burden all these time, and each time i try to break down my walls for them they just prove me right - that i cant trust anybody - have you figured out why I love Frozen? you, just like the rest of them and maybe the worst of them all we had a conversation around trust and its like your pulling out a great piece of my soul out of my body - you said, “trust me and i promise i wont ever do you wrong”, you also said “will you marry me” on our 1st year mark; i remember replying with a gesture but i took your promise with me anyway - deep down i felt i hope i wasnt just settling for the sake of it; and i really hope you are worth it- that it is worth it, turns out youre not it really takes a while or the eternity for me to get comfortable enough to share my whole life, my entire life -maybe this is why you werent able to get to my house, maybe theres a reason why you werent able to this is why i closed off my doors to the rest of the world, from everyone actually people doesnt deserved to know me the way they do - you, especially you - i let you in, i let you in & for what - look at you, you dont deserved to know me like that the thing is, you have broken every piece of what im trying to build for all these years, all the time im always and trying to trust people, or just let people in- i have proven from time and time again i cannot trust anyone now more than ever,

#mj #personal

[kittydripuwu]

♡. - bf!gojo headcannons

+ pairing - gojo satoru x reader

+ word count - 2000+

+ cw - gojo satoru. warning. fluff and smutty stuff <3

+ a/n: HI this took me too long to write but here <3

SFW

- he is so fucking ANNOYING like actually this dude is a fucking menace to society

- shows you he likes you by teasing you <3 he absolutely loves to annoy the fuck out of you and make you all flustered and blushie for him

- super straight up with asking you out, cuz he knows he's hot and like let's be honest who wouldn't wanna be with him tf

- super duper playful person so prepare for one HELL of a relationship. he's like a little angel and devil and the same fucking time.

- loves spas? he will go to spas with you and get massages w u.

- rich ass danger to society. will take you out on the most creative and fancy dates like he'll take you absolutely anywhere you want to go

- even though he's cocky as fuck and kinda selfish (sorry it's true) he will treat you like an absolute princess

- spoils the FUCK out of you. you want something? you don't even have to ask you've got it.

- takes you on expensive vacations and trips because once again hes RICH and likes the beach.

- takes so many random pictures of you? like you can be sitting on the couch doing nothing or taking a nap and he'll just take pictures of you. OH AND he has the absolute worst pics of you too oml he WILL tease u about how u look in them constantly

- really really really nosy. u can't hide anything from him cuz he'll end up finding out somehow if you do

- that also goes for you if you're sad, he will instantly know if something is off with you and honey he doesn't take no for an answer so you will be forced to tell him what's wrong and you wont be able to leave his arms from the rest of the day after that

- love language pt1 -gifts. like i said, he spoils you, so anytime you guys get into a fight or anything, he'll buy you something to make up for it

- love language pt2 - physical touch. clingy ass man who just wants to cuddle and hug you and hold ur hand and kiss u and ugh so cute

- MAN CHILD. dude he may be the strongest sorcerer but he's so fucking stupid sometimes. so please help this man out when he needs it

- really likes being taken care of. sometimes six eyes can be a lot for him to handle and his ability can really wear him down so please hold him and play w his hair and give him kisses cuz he needs it sometimes <3

- really bad at communicating his feelings at the start. he hates being vulnerable and seeming weak so there will be some issues with communication until you basically force it out of him. like pls show him it's okay for him to vulnerable sometimes

- stupidest and most obnoxious pet names for you along w the classic ones obvi. he'll call you shit like "sugar muffin cupcake" or just "baby" OOh also loves using "kitten, puppy, bunny" cuz pet kink (we'll get into that in the nsfw section)

- has no idea what personal space is. will sit in the bathroom while you shower, always be in the same room as you, CONSTANTLY touching you.

- cannot go w out holding your hand in public cuz like everyone needs to know you're his.

- and w that he's very very very possessive. like you're his property, he's yours. he won't let ANYONE else touch you ever.

- a BITER. he fucking bites??? like this lil shit is so hostile he will actually bite you out of nowhere cuz he feels like it

- takes up the whole bed when sleeping and will deny it when you confront him about it.

- also a super deep sleeper like this man is IMPOSSIBLE TO WAKE UP ugh

- just jump on him to wake him up <3

- but also loves to fall asleep with you in his arms <3 he jus wants to protec you n make u feel safe (but he won't tell you that)

- FINDS ways to annoy you, it's a whole game to him, just purposely trying random pranks and doing strange things to see what ticks you off

- will then proceed to tease you about it

- always wins pillow fights. don't even try babe. you won't win.

- really bad at cooking. like terrible. like don't let him near a kitchen. he'll always just get you guys takeout instead

- SHOWS YOU OFF. he's such a bragger but also the second he sees someone lookin at you a lil too closely, they are done for.

- ok this one may be debatable but i feel like gojo would actually be a good driver when he's not fucking around on the road for his own fun. like c'mon please control this man and stop him from going like 100 over the fucking speed limit cause he thinks he's such a "risk taker"

- hand on ur thigh while driving. maybe he's also teasing you. and also constantly pulls over to make out or fuck if this is one of those night drives.

- also drives a really expensive car cuz once again, RICH ASS DANGER TO SOCIETY.

- absolutely loses it when you wear his clothes he thinks its so fucking cute cuz he's so big n tall and they fit so baggy on you its adorable to him

- if he starts talking he actually will not be able to shut the fuck up because that's simply something gojo satoru does not know how to do so like please kiss him to shut him up if he talks too much pls and thanks <3

- the least DRY texter on this planet, this dude will send you the most confusing and hilarious text messages

- makes you befriend his students because everyone needs to know who you are and gojo wants to show you off and also wants his students to be friends with his girlfriend

NSFW UNDER THE CUT 

- meow purrr hes so sEXIE

- domain expands you lol

- to start. KING OF CONSENT!! will make sure you're okay the full way through.

- switch switch switch switch.

- w obvi a dom lean cuz i mean have you seen him this man is a fucking tree and he's strong >:)

- only switch when he's lazy or wants to try something new but most of the time he will dominate you. sorry hon i don't make the rules but we're talking mostly dom gojo here

- knows what he's fucking doing. all the time. he's super experienced it's kinda annoying sometimes like wtf gojo why are u so good at everything you do.

- please ruin me gojo <3

- anyways

- call him daddy please

- he's a fucking tease and a half this man does not care where you are, who you're with, what you're doing, he will fucking tease you and get you all hot and bothered.

- this goes hand in hand with him dragging you to the nearest bathroom or empty room and fucking you right then and there because gojo just can't hold back.

- whispers filthy things in your ear at the most inconvenient times. thanks gojo.

- goes MAD when you moan his name.

- "don't hold back those pretty moans of yours baby, make as much noise as you want for daddy"

- likes referring to you as little because size kink goes hard with him. i mean. he's like. 6'3 or 6'7 idk he's fucking tall and hot either way.

- "my good little girl doing so well for me"

- also likes to see his cock in your belly, and press his hand on it to feel how deep and good he's fucking you

- PUSSY ENTHUSIAST. really likes eating you out.

- praise and degradation go hand in hand with this man. will praise you so much and so well if you're really good for him, but the second you disobey it's all degrading from here on out sweetie.

- he can pull a "you're doing so good for me kitten, yeah just like that baby"

- or a "you're nothing but my little whore for me to use and fuck when i want, understand slut?"

- LIKE?? OK GOJO DEGRADE ME

- brat tamer asf. be a little brat? get bent over his lap and get fucked like one right after. simple.

- CRUEL with punishments. so so so mean but he'll be so nice to you while punishing you sometimes just to confuse you and make you lose your fucking MIND.

- makes you take it like a good girl. take whatever he's giving you. and ik you wont say no because if ur reading this far you clearly want gojo to ruin you too baby, its okay ik. me too.

- puts his blindfold on you nnnghhh

- sometimes ties ur hands with it too

- on the topic of blindfolds, gojo LOVES torturing you with all kinds of toys. this man will use all kinds of shit to tease you and have as much fun as he can pushing you to your limit <3

- sadistic fuck lowkey like did yall see the way he ripped jogo's head off in the anime dude he will take his time to leave some pain marks on you (if ur into it obvi)

- loves restraining your hands absolutely LOVES when you're fully submissive for him and have no way to stop anything hes doing to you

- big fan of edging and overstimulation. once again these 2 go hand in hand. (that's just how things go with gojo).

- gojo can go on with edging you for hours (one of his fav punishments for you) until you're literally begging on your hands AND knees to cum

- and then he'll let you. but then comes the overstim. good luck baby. you'll need it.

- LOVES LOVES LOVES to finger you holy shit have you seen his long ass fingers

- would make you sit on his lap when both of you get home from work and tell you about his day while he fingers you. he'd start with one finger to throw you off guard, and then slip another one in as you continue talking. "what was that baby? i couldn't hear you" he'd say as he would SLOWLY thrust his fingers into you. and by the time you're all incoherent and begging him to cum, he'll simply pull out and say "cmon sugar, from the top. we're going to keep doing this until i hear everything, and you learn to speak clearly". fucker. you'll be so frustrated by the end.

- sometimes fucks you in his domain. cause he has full control and can do anything to you. god he loves being in CONTROL.

- big cockwarming enthusiast. likes to have you cockwarm him while yall be wtachin a movie or smthn. good luck taking his FAT COCK. you'll be crying by the end cause he gives no mercy.

- likes trying new shit. he's literally open to almost anything and actually likes trying new kinks and things cause he thinks it "really spices things up". he's not wrong

- LOVES roleplay. especially teacher x student. he finds that shit really hot. mainly because he is an actual teacher. and you may be his student. he'll make you wear a little short skirt and spank you with a ruler.

- now let me begin. PET KINK.

- makes you keep your mouth open when he fucks you because he adores the way your eyes roll to the back of your head and how lewd you look with your mouth hanging open and drooling like a puppy.

- fucking adores to call you kitten, puppy, bunny, those sorts of nicknames. i mentioned this in sfw. but gojo has a pet kink. you cannot change my mind.

- has a collection of collars with his initials on it. they're all different colors, usually to match your lingerie or clothes. and they have matching leashes.

- makes you wear ears too awh

- WILL MAKES YOU CRAWL TO HIM AND SIT ON YOUR KNEES IN FRONT OF HIM WEARING ONLY THE COLLAR, LEASH AND EARS

- also has handcuffs n ropes to match the colour

- COLOUR CODES EVERYTHING TF

- SPITS IN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH TOO

- dirty dirty dirty mf

- teaches you tricks <3

- "good kitten"

- constant reminders that he owns you.

- "and who do you belong to baby?"

- oh and he makes you add "sir" at the end of anything you say

- fuck you gojo ur so fucking hot and annoying and stupid i hate you please ruin me

#gojo #gojo satoru #gojou satoru smut #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #gojo smut #jjk smut #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #gojo x y/n #gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru fluff #gojo headcanons

[bloodycassian]

anon request - READER X AZRIEL - sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you want! I got a bit carried away in my own idea of Azriel being supportive but protective at the same time!

some hurt/comfort with Azriel where he and the reader get in a huge fight over protecting Elain (like they travel to a different court and Azriel is overprotective) and then the reader goes scouting to also cool down a bit and they get ambushed, the reader gets injured and the mating bond snaps. Hope it's not too much trouble!!

Elain was absurdly still as the conversation played out. Conversation being a loose term for the shouting happening around her. You didn’t leave her side though, even though your anger flourished while they spoke as if she wasnt there. Azriel was packing her things, shoving them haphazardly into a bag. The bag that Feyre had given her from their first trip down to the markets after Elain had started acting somewhat normal again. The happy memory seemed so distant now, compared to the anxiety ridden emotions that played about in the room.

“We are not going to the continent.” Az’s tone shift was abrupt, a snap of anger leaning into it. He tied the top of the bag closed and set it roughly atop the living room table. The scattered odds and ends of survival gear and weapons scraped against the wood. You watched the stare down between the high lord and his shadowsinger patiently. Waiting for your moment to speak rationally to them.

Rhys’ power roiled above, his eyes did not hide his frustration with his brother. His gaze was simmering with that dark power he possessed. Azriel did not back down. “The continent is the only place that may be safe. If the King finds out she’s a Seer he will never let her go. We can’t risk losing her as a hostage.”

You knew she would be a hostage too. Feyre would never let her sister be taken without a fight. Rhys knew his mate well enough to know not to risk just Elain, but Feyre too. Cauldron knew what Nesta would do if she were in that room during the conversation. Likely spitting fire and shoving Elain out the door to wherever she seemed to think was safe. Thankfully, both sisters were scouring deep in the library for any way to help win this battle.

Azriel did not break eyecontact with his brother as he made to speak again. You interrupted before he could make the situation worse. “I have somewhere in mind.” You spoke softly, urging the staring contest to end. Azriel looked away first, and you were surprised at that. His eyes met yours with something like relief. “Autumn. We have Eris on our side if we’re caught. I have a spot we can stay until-” Azriels scoff sent anger shooting through you. You clenched your teeth together to keep from lashing out at him as he had been doing just moments before. 

“Autumn is possibly the worst place we could send you right now. We’re on the brink of war with them potentially being on Hyberns side. We would be sending you straight to Hybern himself.” 

“Exactly. It’s stupid and they would never expect it.” 

“You’re not going. Beron exiled you. Don’t you remember what that means?” He looked at you with actual concern now that he knew you were serious. As if you had been injured and you were speaking a different language.

“It means we will be safe from Hybern when they come here to look for Elain. Isn’t that the point?” You wrapped an arm around her small shoulders and pulled her close. Az couldn’t argue with that. The other courts were not an option, as it would be harboring a target against one of the Night court Allies. And Winter court was nowhere to be spending the night. Not many survived the night there without shelter.

Rhys’ sigh was long and exhausted. Left without another option, he nodded to himself. He held out a hand and summoned two necklaces, both with pendants of black onyx that shimmered in the firelight. Az’s brows pinched together at the sight of them. The dull glow behind him shone through his wings, highlighting all the delicate structures there. You found his wings more beautiful than the enchanted stone Rhys handed you.

“Hybern won’t be able to sense your magic. Keep these on.” 

Azriel was already tensing, his fists balling at his sides ready to make it physical if Rhys refused to listen. He knew with his entire being that something was off. Something would go wrong this night. His shadows warned him of something. And he couldn’t shake it no matter how hard he tried. “Rhys-”

“And you will be going with them. Keep them company while Feyre and I investigate just how many ships and forces they plan to bring.” He ordered in that indisputable tone of the high lord. With only a hint of friendliness. He gave Az a long look before turning back to you and Elain. “Do not take those off.” The nodded to the necklaces and started to winnow. Elain stood abruptly, startling you. 

“Thank you.” She said softly to the high lord. He seemed taken aback for a second, before giving her a gracious nod and finally disappearing. You rose to Elain’s height and took her hand in yours. It was warm, welcoming. “We’re going to be fine.” You promised, not caring if Azriel saw the care you gave her. She had been there for you just as you needed to be now. She had practically kept you alive with her soft humming and reading to you when you were at your worst after being exiled. 

 “I know.” She said, voice soft as rose petals. But that dark power within her were the thorns of that pretty, perfect rose. The reason Hybern even knew to look in Velaris for Elain. That cauldron calling power that she couldn’t control to save her life. You grimly smiled at her.

“We need to leave.” Azriel ordered, tone neutral. Just a warrior needing to move troops.

“Let me get your bag.” Elain said, giving you a squeeze of her hand, disappearing up the stairs. Leaving you with the brooding Illyrian. You grimaced in his direction. He ignored you as best he could, hoping that the time for babysitting would pass quickly. He had always found it strange how you and Elain moved like magnets together. Found the soft way you comforted each other somehow upsetting. He paced quietly in front of the fire while you gathered your gear. Two small blades - one for Elain - and your sword. You rubbed at a speck on the hard steel of the sword. 

Perhaps his lack of family had made that rivaling jealousy turn into hatred for the display of affection. He contemplated to himself. Had he become cold to everyone? Too harsh? Had the darkness he possessed taken him over? He tore his eyes from your short sword and locked them with yours. The thrill he felt wasn’t from anger or terror. His cheeks flushed slightly and you fought the grin that you wanted so badly to flaunt at him. The innuendos regarding the sword that you wanted to say were cut off by that look he gave you.

“Do not get into a situation where you have to use that.” He warned with a stern look. You couldn’t help the angelic smile you gave him.

+

The smell of rotting apples and decaying leaves was all you needed to sense to know you were home. You took in the court border slowly, adjusting to your orientation after being winnowed. Elain clutched your hand tightly, the bag in her other hand quivered only slightly from her shaking. Your hands became slick with sweat at the familiar sights and smells of Autumn. You hadn’t been back since being exiled.

“We wont be able to have a fire.” Azriel stated, gazing towards the sky. It was far too clear of a day out to risk it. The slight chill in the air filled your stomach with dread for the night to come. 

“This way.” You pulled Elain along with you, leaves crunching under your feet as you entered Autumn court. She didn’t move. Her eyes were blank, staring lifelessly into the orange and yellow forest. “Elain?” You asked softly.

“Five foxes will die tonight. Three more in the morning.” 

Her words sent a chill down your spine.

Az took the lead, territoriality putting himself a few paces in front of you. He wasn’t subtle about it either, occasionally jogging ahead to scout for any enemies around piles of bramble when you came across it. 

By the time you found your hideout, you were fed up with waiting for him to give you the all clear everywhere you went. You let you go of Elains now calm hand and stormed into the small shack with familiarity. Azriel hissed and seethed when you lit a lantern inside. “Get over yourself, Shadowsinger.” You laughed, taking in the small piece of home you made for yourself long ago. 

It indeed was a long time ago when you’d last been there. But it still felt homey to you. The small space was just big enough for a stove, the table you’d found, and a bed pushed against the far wall. The fireplace hadn’t been used in years. Soot marked small animal prints along the light plank floors.

The dusty blankets on the makeshift bed were pocked with holes from mice and moths. The fireplace was nearly caved in on itself. The bramble covering that acted like a second roof was growing through the actual roof in some places. But it was still home. Your small exit from the world when things got too tough. Even after being exiled Beron hadn’t known about this place. He would have had it destroyed if he did know of it.

Elain pushed in passed Azriel. His shadows went wild. Searching every surface of the cabin. The long beams of the floor were hardly visible through the darkness he brought. 

+

You knew you should have brought more blankets. You held back the teeth chattering as best you could, letting Elain sleep. She would need all the rest she could get. You could tell she’d been tired after the days walk. She rested peacefully under the layers while the wind shuddered the leaves outside. You pulled your coat tighter to your body. 

“This was a stupid idea.” Azriel muttered from the corner. He didn’t seem cold, but the dark curls of shadow wrapped around him protectively. While you were left with nothing more than a coat. Your own magic couldn’t save you from the stormy wind, the necklace Rhys had given you also weakened your power enough that you couldn’t use it. Even in your homeland. It bothered you endlessly, feeling so useless in such a dire situation of needing to help Elain. 

“Then maybe you should just leave.” You barked back simply. He didn’t have to come in the first place if he was going to be so bothered. 

“I just mean-” He sighed, and sat on the creaky old table that took up half the small kitchenette. “We could have done this better. We could have planned… Differently.” 

“We didnt have the time. We’re here now, so we just need to deal-”

“I know that. I’m just bothered that you’re so recklessly looking for danger everywhere we go.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? I’m from here Azriel. I know what areas are dangerous.” 

“Maybe once.” His eyes were not angry when he said it. They were full of pity and doubt. Your rage spilled over, and you were ready to shout. Ready to scream at him about what a piggish idiot Illrian he was being. But Elain turned over, sighing softly to herself. 

So instead, you clamped down on that burning anger and walked out. And of course he decided to try to follow you. He made it a few steps outside the cabin before you turned on him, ready to roar. “Be safe at least.” He tossed his red jeweled dagger to you. Your heart squeezed, choking you up slightly. You brushed it away as best you could before he could see. You couldn’t yell at him. 

So you took the dagger and walked briskly away, into the brush of autumn forests. Laced with the smell of heavy fruits and warm trees. Leaves fluttering in your wake as the wind tossed with ease. 

You held his knife close at your side the entire aimless walk. Then, the sound of twigs snapping and males laughing heartily made you pause. 

Far to your east was a dull glow beyond a knoll. You backed away slowly. Trying to be as soundless as possible in case they could scent you. The breeze whipped at your skin, blowing in their direction. The trees above you shuddered sharply, and you swore as a heavy weight fell upon your shoulders.

+

Azriel paced in the kitchenette, his shadows swirling around him relentlessly, waiting for a target. It felt wrong letting you go. It felt like letting his hope sink. His shadows even seemed upset about it, as they now whipped around him angrily. 

He swore he was going to run a rut through the plank floor. He sighed, glanced to Elain’s sleeping figure and forced himself to sit. You had the dagger. You were capable. You knew the area and knew what you were doing. He tried his best to soothe himself. It didn’t help much.

The old chair creaked under his weight, and he smiled. For someone who claimed they couldn’t work around the house, you were quite the crafter making such a nice hideaway for yourself. He finally took a moment to pause, and actually look at the cabin.

The stove may have been older than he was. The missing burners on top were replaced with a few forks placed carefully around them. The ancient shelves were dusty, along with all the jars and cups atop them. Cobwebs spotted the entire house, but his shadows had gotten rid of most of them after the first one clung to his face upon walking in. 

Then he came to the table he sat at, the four unmatching chairs circling it. The table itself was solid oak, he could tell that much. But he wondered how you’d gotten it inside at all. Out of curiosity, he pulled on it. It didn’t budge. His eyebrows knitted together, and he stood slowly. The curiosity consumed him. He gave the table another tug. Still, no movement.  

He crouched down, and noticed the planks around the single leg of the table had been cut out. Then he noticed the intricate roots weaving their way up the trunk. The table wasn’t just a table. It was an entire tree - or what was a tree once… And you’d built the entire cabin around it. His awe was quickly quieted by Elain.

“A part of you is missing. The foxes will die.” She muttered sleepily, her eyes blank. And he lay back down as if it hadn’t happened. “Elain?” Azriel called. Dread, cold and stinging coarse through him. “Elain?” He asked quietly, approaching her side. She flung the covers from her lithe body. Azriel jumped back, holding his hands up defensively. “It’s okay, its me.” He calmed her, noting the wild look in her expression. 

“Find yourself.” She breathed, her eyes going wide with concern. Azriel’s heart sped, and he felt like he’d been dunked in a cold ocean of dread. Terror drug him under the deep waves and threatened to drown him the first chance it got. He took Elains hand and started walking the direction you’d left. 

Leaving behind the supplies and the living table that you’d created.

+

A glance at the oversized uniforms told you all you needed to know. The fox sigil pinned to their tunics proved that the uniforms were stolen from Autumn soldiers. Your blood boiled. Elain had been right. But they would die. Five of them, at least. But you had only glimpsed at three so far. You tugged at the ropes that bound you. Firm, and not able to be broken.

Their campsite was large, and full of small boxes of different fruits. Several different types of weapons leaned against their low lying tents. And with how many scars their fae leader had, you knew the rest of their story in an instant. Bandits. Filthy trade merchants that lived for thievery and making a quick gold mark.

And you’d be worth their weight in gold once they turned you in to Beron.

“We’ve got a live one!” The male shouted to his comrades. They cheered drunkenly, their voices carried far by the wind. Their fire sparked and popped against the blue night sky. And you knew that your death may not come in glory of battle, or in the name of your home. But in being stupid enough to be caught by bandits. You could have died that instant if it would mean you didn’t have to feel that kind of shame.

The male cut the opal from your neck, and you felt your magic explode from you. Your thoughts were racing, searching. Finding something cold and dark in the depths of your mind and tugging on it. Then, it was a live beast beneath your mental hands. It coiled and rose, ready to strike. 

The same one cut a long line down your cheek with the blade that had just cut your only protection against Hybern from you. You prayed to the mother that Hybern was too busy to notice a small blip of magic from an Autumn fae like you. You hissed in pain as the blade stung its way down to your neck, stopping at your collarbone. 

You pulled on that coiling beast that called to you. Beckoned it to find you, to help you from this pain. Maybe you were begging for death, or at least unconsciousness so you wouldnt have to feel the pain anymore. The male stood back to let another scaled lower fae get a look at you. His tongue lashed out over your bloodied neck. He hummed in approval, letting his forked wetness slither across your wounds.

You felt them seal and itch with every pass as he took your blood. “Good.” the one with the blade ordered, then… to your dread, he pulled a glowing rod from the fire. They would brand you. Then take you to the high lord. Only after they’d humiliated you though. The males clucked at your involuntary reaction. They huddled close around, waiting for the screaming to start. Their excitement coated the air with a tangy adrenaline filled scent. 

You reared away from the burning metal as best as you could. The ropes around you seemed weaker now that you had your weak magic back, but still too constricting to do much with. 

You closed your eyes as the glow approached your chest. It warmed your face with the heat. They were going slow on purpose. Wanting to savor your reaction. It made your stomach go queasy. You hoped you would pass out. Better yet, just die of the agony. That way Beron wouldn’t have the satisfaction of killing you himself. 

There was a thump, and sizzling. You cracked open your eyes, waiting that searing pain to hit you. But it didnt. The males stood back, bewildered. Across the camp in the dull glow of the fire as the one that had been lowering the branding stick to you. It was speared through his chest, pinning him to a tree. His mouth gasped, eyes wide and glowing a haunting orange from the fire. You would never forget the sight of it. The smoldering that came from the tree behind him as the hot iron burned into it. The wet sounds of his mouth opening and closing. 

Then, the gasp and thump each male that Azriel incapacitated before you. Elain stood at the edge of the trees, her eyes still puffy from sleep. Azriel kept the kills quiet and concise. None resembled the one pinned to the tree, now sagging under the weight of death. No, the rest of them had easy deaths at the hands of one skilled at dealing killing blows. The wet splatter of blood leaving a body pulled you back to the scene in front of you. Az’s scowl as he cleaned his blade was that of a warrior who had seen much worse. Done much worse. 

“I told you not to fucking-” He snarled, his hands on the rope at your wrists. He stopped though, and stared. The shadowed light of his eyes seemed to be blooming with awe. You couldn’t look away. The beauty in the deep irises, the way small freckles played about his dark skin. All new and exciting things you’d never noticed before. His scent alone was like a punch to the gut. 

Him. Azriel. It had been him to find you. Him to respond to that silent plea that you so badly needed to be heard. He was that coiling darkness that had saved you. Your breath was a gasp, and you nearly fell to your knees before him. 

+

His hands didn’t work anymore. The world stopped turning all together. His heart was no longer his own and his soul belonged wherever you were. It didn’t matter that you were in the middle of a foreign court’s borders. It didn’t matter that Elain trembled in the corner of the clearing. He was yours, and you were his. 

He vowed it, for eternity that was how it would stay. He’d never leave your side again. Never choose to be without you for as long as he may be alive. His very being was now shared. With you. His soul intertwined your yours, wrapping delicately around your earthy light that contrasted his darkness so perfectly. If you were the sun he was the moon, always chasing, always following and living in your light. 

The words weren’t needed but he managed to utter them. Around a shuddering breath and a shattering explosion of love he managed it. “My mate.”

#azriel #azriel x reader #acotar #acotar fic #reader x azriel

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Counting 1, 2, 3 - Luke Patterson x Carrie Wilson x Reader (18+) (Modern!AU)

Request: nothing in particular but its been a long time coming 

Word Count: 848 words

Summary: When Carrie convinced you to go see her brother’s band play you never knew you would end up sleeping with your best friend and the lead singer, but boy are you glad it happened

Warnings: swearing, semi public blow job, implied sex, threesome 

A/N: this is probably the worst thing ive ever written, i just could not get myself to write it, so i apologise for how shit it is, but i just havent posted anything for so long i felt guilty so heres this :)

Tag List: @happinessinthedarkesttimes @herbrutals @youngbloodblog @courageous-she @littlemissaddict @gloomybrieyxb @itsyagorlemmalyn @jatpxmultifan @moneybagmgk @emeliii1 @mybradforddream @lovesanimals (the strike through means it wont let me tag you)

It had all started when Carrie had invited you to see her twin brother Bobby and his band play a gig at a local bar. You had been hesitant to go but went along to support your best friend’s brother. 

If you had known that the night would end with you hooking up with your best friend and the lead singer of Bobby’s band, then you probably would have worn nicer underwear. 

- 

You weren’t even sure how it had happened. One minute you were at the bar, flirting with the lead singer, Luke he had said his name was, and the next you were locking yourselves in a toilet cubical, thankful for the fact that the bar had unisex toilets with floor to ceiling walls and doors on the stalls. 

Luke’s lips were everywhere, his hips grinding against yours as you ran your hands through his hair, not even caring about someone catching you. All you could care about was the singer. 

You pushed Luke away, pulling your dress down to reveal your naked breasts, thankful that your dress had included a built in bra. Luke’s eyes lit up, his lips instantly attaching themselves to one of your nipples, causing you to moan loudly. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while your hands roamed his body underneath his sleeveless shirt. His hands rested on your hips, pushing your dress up to reveal your panties. 

“Can you take this off?” He questioned, fingers brushing against your panties. You smirked. 

“Only if you take yours off too.” You teased, and he grinned, pulling his pants down to reveal his hard dick. You wrapped a hand around him, jerking a couple of times, enjoying the gasp he let out. He pulled you back in, connecting your lips again, and you were so distracted you didn’t even hear the door opening. 

“Y/N, are you in here?” Carrie’s voice called, and you froze, eyes widening. 

“What do we do?” Luke whispered. You signaled for him to be quiet. 

“Y/N?” Carrie called again. “I know you came in here.” 

You bit your lip, remembering the code you and Carrie had come up with for when you wanted to subtly let the other know you were hooking up with someone. 

“Watermelon.” You said, just loud enough that you knew she would be able to hear. 

“Watermel- oh...” She trailed off, clearly understanding. Then after a pause, she spoke again. “Can I join?” 

Before you could even react Luke was unlocking the door and pulling Carrie in, locking the door again behind her. Her eyes widened as she took in the other occupant of the cubical. 

“Oh no.” She said quickly. “My brother would kill me if I hooked up with his bandmate.” 

“What Bobby doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Luke’s voice was low, pulling Carrie close to him, and with a small nod of consent from Carrie, the guitarist was connecting their lips in a passionate kiss. 

“It’s kinda cramped now.” You observed. Carrie and Luke broke their kiss, both focusing on you. 

“We’ll improvise.” Luke decided, his gaze flicking between you and Carrie. “Do you hook up with people together often?” 

“More often than you’d think.” You giggled. “And sometimes just the two of us.” 

“Fuck.” Luke whispered. You glanced towards Carrie, eyes scanning her body. 

“I think you’re a bit too dressed baby.” You said softly, and she gave you a cheeky grin before stripping off her bralette and hiking up her skirt so that she had the same amount of skin on show as you did. Not wanting to be left out, Luke pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it onto the closed toilet lid. Carrie reached across, placing her bralette on top of his shirt, and a comfortable silence fell over the three of you as you tried to decide who would make the next move. 

In the end it was you, dropping to your knees and taking Luke’s dick into your mouth, tongue lapping at the tip. He moaned loudly before Carrie pulled him into a rough kiss, swallowing his moans as you continued to suck him off. 

You took a deep breath before shifting to allow him to slide further into your mouth and down your throat, breathing through your nose to stop from gagging as he thrusted into your throat. 

“God Y/N.” He gasped. 

You hummed, feeling his dick twitch in your mouth at the vibration, and Luke swore loudly. 

“I’m gonna cum.” He gasped out. You deep throated him again, a hand coming up to cup his balls, and swallowed when he came down your throat a few moments later. 

You pulled off his dick, letting him drag you up into a rough kiss, and watching as Carrie kissed you, licking into your mouth to taste his cum. 

“We should take this back to my place.” You mumbled after you and Carrie separated. “My parent’s aren’t home.” 

Luke and Carrie were quick to agree and in only a few minutes you were sneaking out of the bar, knowing that the night was far from over. 

#luke x carrie x reader #luke patterson #luke patterson smut #carrie wilson #carrie wilson smut #luke patterson x reader #carrie wilson x reader #luke patterson x carrie wilson #smut

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Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: So I am working on the sequel to this one shot: Surprise! Merry Christmas! BUT I just had this thing stuck in my head so here you go!; The Prequal. How the 'affair', started.

Warnings: The first part turned out a lot more wholesome then I intended haha XD But we need more Freddy fluff and I'm a sucker for the scandalous characters actually having the most surprisingly wholesome relationships! There ARE also references to smut/talk of it though of course closer and closer to the end.

At some point late at night, Jennifer had fallen asleep beside you despite promising to stay up and watch the rest of the Twilight's with you, and left you sitting up in bed, cheeks in your hands, bored out of your mind and worst of all- wide awake.

You certainly wont be able to sleep!; You're too hyped up from the coffee you just drank - with whipped cream and sprinkles, because its a sleepover! Jen picked your sprinkles, and they were pink and purple. You chose red and yellow for her, - , so basically you're wired. Besides... maybe if you're super tired tomorrow, you can call in sick for work. That would be nice, after todays disaster...

Finally, at the thought of your work today, you roll your eyes and groan; Slipping quietly out of Jens's bed and pulling on fluffy slippers so you can pad over the houses marble flooring (Something about it being easier to clean blood off of? Patrick invested in them a couple years back) without getting frostbite in your toes and having them snap off down the stairs. It's snack time, you've decided, and you know for a fact that there is Fruity Pebbles and ice-cream downstairs. A little bit of peril from walking alone, in the dark, through a house of murderers, is worth it for Fruity Pebbles and ice-cream. For sure.

Quietly, so quietly, and so so slowly, you shut the bedroom door closed behind you, not wanting to wake up your friend- or anyone living in the other bedrooms in this hallway. Definitely not them.

Then you're tiptoeing down the hall and down the stairs- thank god for the marble floors actually. Not only are they stain resistant, but they don't squeak like wood. Now that would be just perfect in this house, squeaky floorboards,... you grin at the thought, shaking your head as you reach the bottom of the staircase and turn right for the kitchen.

And promptly, you freeze. You take a deep breath to keep from screaming, because you were startled, and slowly let it out through your nose, gaze dropping to the floor. Crap on a cracker...

Then your eyes flicker to the one who's surprise presence in the kitchen - holding YOUR ice-cream, - , and give a little awkward waive- still a little startled. You will never get used to all these horror villains just... being around. No evil intent, just existing. You grew up watching these movies and now they're just... around? Because you chose to befriend the bitchy black-haired girl in your History class? Yeesh.

Usually, you're good with it- but its hard when its late at night, silent, and he hasn't bothered flicking the light on!

Which you do yourself, now, illuminating the room as Freddy waives his spoon back, not paying much attention to you in favour of the ice-cream.

Your ice-cream.

Worrying your bottom lip, you wonder further into the kitchen and reach up and grab the Fruity Pebbles; Thinking maybe you should just forget the ice-cream, and use milk like a normal person. If this were a video-game, the ice-cream would be your goal and Freddy would be the complication. But are you at strength enough to try and get it from him? Hmmm... Kneeling down, you pick out a bowl from the bottom cupboards - a spare blue one, - , deciding to give up on your short lived dream of ice cream and cereal when you feel a sudden jab in the middle of your spine, and you yelp. "What!- " You turn to look over your shoulder and up to see Freddy with the end of his spoons handle pointed at you, and raise an eyebrow. What is it?

"Get me out a bowl too, I wanna try something."

Humming in agreement, you reach back into the cupboard and find the red bowl with the name 'FREDDY' labelled on it. Then get up, grabbing the milk and a spoon on your way and settle down at the kitchen table with him; crossing your legs criss-cross applesauce on the chair. As you're getting comfy, kicking off your slippers and opening the cereal box, Freddy scoops out some of his - YOUR, - ice-cream and plops it into your bowl. "What are- "

For the second time that night, you do not get to finish your question because Freddy wags the spoon at you again. "We're trying something."

Good grief, you think, but give a little closed-mouth smile anyway, as the ice-cream is in your bowl. "Okay... with Fruity Pebbles?"

"Mhm," He nods, gesturing for you to do that as the box is on your side, finishing up filling both your bowls with ice cream. You smile brightly this time as you pick up the box and pour it over his bowl first- you still get your ice-cream and Fruity Pebbles! So this is a good time. Also, you don't mind his company, either. Despite Jennifer insisting you probably should.

"Okay, so, when you taste it," You start, scooping up a good portion - with mostly ice cream but a good amount of cereal, - and holding a finger up to where Freddy's sitting, not paying as much attention to what he scoops up. But its a lot. Too much to shove in his mouth, you'd think, but the freak is just like that. Go big or go home. "You pay attention. And give me a rating out of 10."

You do a double take when you glance over at him and catch him smirking, giving you a once over. Immediately you groan and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, before any words come out of his mouth even. And you were having such a wholesome time for two seconds... "I'd give you a 10 outta 10, sweetheart."

"The Fruity... The Fruity Pebbles, Freddy!" You exclaim, uselessly. But for some reason you still cant help but smile. You point to his bowl, and he watches you in nothing but amusement. "You rate the Fruity Pebbles!!"

He just shoves his spoon in his mouth in response, grinning like a moron. You roll your eyes, following his lead and scrunching up your nose at him.

___TIME SKIP___

An hour later, the empty bowls sit forgotten in the middle of the table, as you're both turned in your seats to face the other instead of the table. You've forgotten about your terrible day at work, and Twilight, and Jennifer, and you're actually getting a little sleepy, finally.

Well- maybe not sleepy. Because you don't want to go to bed right now when Freddy's still here, and somehow managing to be kind of... possibly... maybe... perhaps a bit charming in a very Freddy way. Making you laugh a lot. So no, you aren't exactly sleepy, more... comfy. Un-wired. Which is nice after a bad day at work.

"So Y/N, what're you doing awake so late anyway? You strike me as an 8.30 bedtime kinda girl." The way he says it, its not a good thing nor a bad thing. Just cute; Just adorable. He looks at you like the he's the big bad wolf and you're his little red, and you really don't mind one bit.

Still, you feel weirdly comfortable with him. Dragging some fingers back through your hair, you rest your elbows on the table and blow air of out of full cheeks. "While I reject that judgment of me... The reason I'm up is, I had a bad day." When your gaze slips back over to him, and a spark of arousal of all things ignites in you, you look quickly away again- a frown on your lips. I should really go to bed... right now, you think, pushing off the table and back into your chair. "Annnnd I feel like its about to get a lot, worse... " Still, you find yourself not moving an inch; Maybe there's a little more daredevil in you then you thought- more then required already to befriend a succubus and sleep in house of murderers, that is. Your eyes flicker back to Freddy and stay there this time, eyebrows raised. "Why are you up? Shouldn't you be terrorising people, at this time of night?"

He chuckles, shaking his head, and as his voice lowers; You two officially enter a new phase, and a new mood- one from which you possibly may never recover from. "Not if things are gonna get much more fun out here, suddenly."

You cross your arms and assure him, "They're not." And oh you're so full of shit- and Freddy is unfortunately well aware of that fact, it seems.

His brows raise up, testing you. "You sure?"

For a good moment, you don't really know what to say in response - the age old question; To be honest or to lie? - before you groan and tut, looking away. "Ohhhhh... no... " It is about to get a lot worse, if you don't leave now.

But also, you really don't want to.

He raises a brow at you, curious about your responce. You squint back. "I'm just looking into the souls of my unborn children; Asking them if, decades from now, I'll still be complaining about this mistake, if I make it... " Looking thoughtful, you take a deep breath; Faking deep, musing contemplation- And Freddy greatly enjoys your theatrics. You arch an eyebrow at him after a moment, finally. "The answer is yes, unsurprisingly."

This time when his eyes narrow, there's something a lot darker in them for the first time this evening. Wiser then the antiquated pop culture references and dirty jokes he spouts by the second let on, more knowing then you classically realise Freddy is.

And it makes you feel more exposed then you've ever, felt.

Dragging his chair forward, as close to yours as he can get with his knees set on either side of your chair. Your legs are criss-cross apple sauce, and so are your arms, as you squint suspiciously up at him; Heart hammering in your chest like its trying desperately to escape and run away. Which actually you probably should do, yourself. "... What are you so afraid of, Y/N...? Haven't I proved I'm not trying to hurt you, by now? Cuz if I wanted to, trust me, you'd be hurt."

"I'm not afraid of you!" You blurt immediately, laughter in your voice at the idea- and even if you were, if he did try to hurt you, Jennifer would be down here in 2 seconds flat to snap his neck. "Where'd you get that idea??"

He smirks, and your heart drops down to your toes. "Not of me... At least as long as I'm at least a foot away from you. You wont even let me stand too close to you without freezing up like an iceberg, or escaping... And I cant help but notice, that you don't act so squirrely around anyone else in this mansion of horrors... despite how you probably should." Of course he noticed, damnit. Tilting his head to the side like a curious parrot, he leans in closer and just like he was saying; You lean the hell back away. Its like a sensory bomb in your chest... the closer this man is to your person, the faster the numbers tick down. "So you must want me."

Immediately, nervous laughter spurts out of you as he watches; A proud, lecherous grin on his his aggravating face. "Want you!? Hah! You... ha... you think I... ha ha um... n- no that's, um... " Nervous laughter quickly turns into guilty giggles. Taking a deep breath to stop that, your eyes closed for a moment, you press your hands together and calm yourself down. He's got you dead to rights. Oh fuck. "Um, you may have a point... "

Curious and slowly getting what he wants, the dream man inches closer to do- something. You don't know. But you freak out anyway as soon as you realise he's coming closer, eyes widening like Bambi, and despite genuinely wanting to stay put on that chair and see what happens, you yelp out a nope! and bounce out of it, putting it between the two of you instead.

"Ugh," Freddy groans, but doesn't move from his position, just looks up at you where you stand now, bemused at your evident physical reactions to him. Just his presence, just his existence; He honestly eats it up. But still, its frustrating all the same! "What do ya think I'm gonna do to you that you don't want?"

He doesn't think you've asked yourself that? "I dunno!" You exclaim, high and defensive. Like- how are you supposed to know?? "I just- It'll be awkward! Not after; During. If we... If I... " You cant even say the words. You're turning into complete mush just thinking about, cheeks glowing if that's even possible.

You hide your face in your hands, and whine.

When Freddy speaks next you can hear the lewd cheeriness in his tone. "Are you a virgin, sweetheart?"

Put your hopes back away, Freddy- "That's the thing!- No!" You cant believe you're talking about this with Freddy. And yes, its embarrassing and you're dying for a black hole to suck you up right about now but it would be a lot worse with anyone else. You find, you can articulate your feelings a lot better when he's listening; Better then when you talk to Jennifer, even. You can say whatever you want to to Freddy and he wont judge you.

Groaning like he's so hard done by, Freddy gets up to his feet and shrugs at you; Disbelieving. "Sure princess, if you say so." Your jaw drops, at that. The gall- this bastard- you kind of want to laugh, actually... "Whatever though. You know where to find me when you're ready." He winks, then leaves the room.

You watch until he's disappeared the corner, before scoffing and moving the clean up the table before going back to bed. A little, doubtful smirk plays on your mouth as you do.

Oh, he really had you going there for a moment. You were actually considering... Ugh, but not. That's an absolutely mad idea. Like that was ever going to happen! Pft! Man, though... it has been a while. You lean back against the sink after you put the bowls in there, chewing on the inside of your cheek. This has been a wake up call. "Fuck, I really need to date again... "

It has been a while, since you've been in any kind of proximity with a man you're interested in as more then a friend. But who could blame you for that? With all of Jennifer's bullshit and work being crazy- you have had no room, for a boyfriend!

Not that you've ever really liked having a boyfriend, before. All the explaining yourself about who you were with and why and where you were all the time...

It was nice having a guy around, though.

Rolling your eyes, you turn abruptly back to the sink, pulling on dishwashing gloves. "Well that's settled."

Tomorrow you start looking again.

~

And... and I do, totally, intend to do just that! You think, standing in front of that red and green painted door- behind which you've never seen before. So you aren't quite sure what to expect. But, obviously, you're even more nervous about who will answer it when you force yourself to knock. I will be looking for a boyfriend... but...

Taking a deep breath in, and chewing on your bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed in unsureness, you raise your hand and knock on the door. Quickly looking right and left, seeing if anyone has stirred at that sound, you see that no one has but don't relax one bit.

The door opens, and the wickedest grin is on Freddy's face seeing you. You open your mouth to say something, you aren't quite sure what, but before you can he grabs your wrist and tugs you inside; Closing and locking the door behind you.

And as he plants his first kiss on your mouth, and a resounding sigh escapes you at it you think;

But Freddy is not a boyfriend.

#Freddy Krueger x Reader Drabble #Prequal #Freddy Krueger x Reader #Freddy Krueger #Drabble Prequal #Drabble #Horror House

[quokkacore]

with great power I [lee jeno]

summary: there are two things jeno loves most about his life. one being spiderman, the other being you, his best friend. there’s just one issue: after your father’s death, you decide you hate both spiderman and yourself.

pairing: lee jeno x reader

genre: superhero au, high school au, coming of age, best friends to strangers(ish) to lovers, fluff, ANGST, minor crack

warnings (for this chapter): language, violence, gun violence, the mafia, parental death, police presence, sexual references, bullying (ily san im sorry), the dreamies being dicks to each other, police corruption, towards the end jeno experiences something similar to sensory overload, americanized names, pop culture references, VERY jeno centric

song rec: we go up - nct dream // any song - zico // 21 questions - waterparks // talk (remix feat. megan thee stallion & yo gotti) - khalid // sunrise - ateez // i really like you - carly rae jepsen // dare - gorillaz // stray kids - the tortoise and the hare

word count: 10.5k

a/n: this is so late...... i blame attack on titan. but hey!! better late than never :] a huge thanks to @doderyscoffee​ for beta reading <3

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chapter one: jeno and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week

Jeno despised Tuesdays. He was pretty sure that Tuesdays despised Jeno as well because all of his worst days just so happen to be Tuesdays. He was 96% sure that, if there was a god, his day off was on Tuesdays, or that the planets aligned in such a manner on Tuesdays that it caused universal despair and misery. If he was to take Donghyuck's word for it, his chakra attracted negative energy the most on Tuesdays.

When Jeno was 5, his goldfish Pippin had died on a Tuesday. When he had his ass handed to him on the playground by San Choi in the third grade, it was a Tuesday. And in the seventh grade, he'd failed his Spanish test, missed his bus and walked home in the rain only to find out that his Aunt Sunny was at work, he'd left his keys in his locker and that had to wait an hour before she got home to unlock it for him, all on a Tuesday. 

And wouldn't you know it, here he was, late for the first day of senior year, which was, of all days, a godforsaken Tuesday.

In his eternal wisdom, he'd stayed up gaming with Renjun until two in the morning, and because of it, slept through his three alarms, one set at six-thirty, the other at 6:45, the last one at 7:00. 

He'd woken up at 7:17, to the sound of his elderly neighbor's pet chihuahua barking at a pigeon, checked the time, immediately panicked, sped into the shower, gotten dressed in a haste, grabbed a few granola bars from the pantry, and ran out the door while trying to jam his backpack closed, and managed to catch the train at 7:40, which took about twenty minutes to get to his stop, plus a ten-minute walk to school, and class started at 8:10. Not to mention he’d have to stop by the office and pick up his schedule. At best, he’d be five minutes late to his first class. But tardies were tardies, regardless, and the last thing he needed was to lose his perfect attendance streak. 

He fished out his phone while standing on the train, waiting for his stop, scrolling through Instagram, and liking random pictures. A ping! from his phone caught his attention, then two, then a third. He smiled softly when your name popped up on his screen.

[7:48 AM]

y/n: pssst

y/n: shithead

y/n: where r u ????

[7:49 AM] 

y/n: i can sEE u online on ig u know

jeno: …… i'm on the train

jeno: woke up late

y/n: YOURE GONNA BE LATR

y/n: LATE*

y/n: ON THE FIRST DAY OF SENIOR YEAR

[7:50]

jeno: probably, yeah

jeno: it's the school district's fault, why would they make the first day of school on a fkn TUESDAY 

y/n: ohhh yeahh its terrible tuesday

y/n: [sent an attachment!]

[7:51 AM]

jeno: SHUT UP

jeno: you're not funny >:(

jeno: how dare you laugh at my misfortune

y/n: au contraire im hilarious

jeno: meanie :(

jeno: im gonna be late i hate it here

jeno: it'll end up on my permanent record and i'm not gonna get into college and then i'm gonna die,,,

[7:52 AM] 

y/n: sometimes ur worse than hyuck i swear 

y/n: FIRST OF ALL permanent records dont even exist !!!!!! its propaganda duh

y/n: also ur literally never late 

y/n: im sure o n e tardy wont do anything chill

y/n: dont be stupid youll be fine

Don’t be stupid. Too little, too late, he thought, already having got off the train at a previous stop. Now, he was looking for an unoccupied street or alleyway, which, for once, was easy, taking a deep breath before he did the exact opposite of what you’d told him not to do. Don’t be stupid. 

The buildings are low, he thought to himself, it’ll be easier to see me. 

Don’t be stupid.

Too late!

Thwip!

Jeno didn’t hesitate to use the web fluid to pull himself up onto the wall, climbing in a haste, before running and jumping onto the next building. He quickly built up a quick pace, using the web fluid occasionally to swing onto a building slightly out of jumping range. 

Signs in English, Chinese, Korean, and Spanish flew past him as he seemingly flew over the Queens traffic, leaving Flushing behind and crossing quickly into College Point quicker than he would if he took the train. He glanced to his left and caught a view of the bay, and far across it, the LaGuardia airport watchtower.

Jeno had lived in New York City his entire life. He knew Queens like the back of his hand, knew every dingy alleyway, every sketchy street, which restaurants to avoid if you didn’t want to get food poisoning, which convenience store aunties were the nicest and didn’t pinch his cheeks too hard. It was his home, and most likely would be for the rest of his life. 

But seeing it like this, flying past him below as he glided with ease from building to building would never cease to be a sight to him. It was like watching from the perspective of an outsider, seeing people in their cars, walking along the street gave him a brand new perspective. A Jeno’s eye view, he called it, since he was pretty sure he was the only one in New York City.

Another noise from his phone brought him back to reality. He shook his head, stopping briefly to catch his breath and fish out his phone briefly. 

[7:57 AM] 

y/n: let me know when u get here !!!

No time to respond, he put away the phone and continued his trek to school. He had less than ten minutes to get there. But he knew he was already at least five minutes away, much quicker than he would be if he had decided to stick to the train. He smiled a bit to himself, feeling ever so slightly smug.

The hustle and bustle of the city definitely proved challenging to find a place to land without many eyes, but he figured it out eventually, landing behind a dumpster in an alleyway behind a restaurant that he knew was about three or four blocks from the school. He figured it would be a lot better to take it on foot from here. The notebooks he was carrying in his backpack bounced up and down with every step he took. 

After what seemed like forever, the gates to the school appeared in his view, and Jeno felt a joy in his heaving chest, something he would have never thought would happen upon seeing the absolute hellhole that was Samuel Morse High School. 

[8:06 AM]

jeno: just did >:D

Picking up his schedule was both quick and insanely long. He couldn’t stop himself from tapping his left foot while the secretary found his schedule and handed it to him. “Kibum, please hurry,” He muttered, and Kibum raised an eyebrow at him, but his gaze was teasing. “That’s Mr. Kim to you, in school at least.” 

He handed Jeno his schedule a few seconds later. “Tell your Aunt to come pick up her casserole dish, by the way. She left it at my house after my last viewing party.”

“The Bachelor?”

“Please. We’re too classy for that. Drag Race.”

“Ah. I see.”

“Jeno,” Kibum said, staring up at him from his desk, his gaze now much more serious, “Get to class. Happy first day of senior year.”

“Thanks, Mr. Kim.”

He managed to make it to chemistry class at 8:09 with seconds to spare. His eyes quickly scanned the room upon entering, hoping his friends were in the class with him. He caught a few familiar faces, most of which, like San Choi's, he wished to avoid. No one paid him any mind. Everyone was still speaking to the people next to them, no doubt exchanging stories of summer vacation. 

  A hand shot up towards the back, waving at him. A smile stretched across his face as he registered your face, feet not hesitating to carry him towards the empty seat next to you. His heart skipped a beat at seeing your smile, and he tried his best to ignore it.

“Hey,” You greeted, “That was fast. I thought you said you were gonna be late.”

Jeno shrugged, eyes landing on the dark shade of the lab table. “The train was a lot faster than I expected, apparently.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Why do you smell so bad?”

“I, uh… ran a little.” 

You grimaced, and Jeno tried to casually sniff at his slightly sweaty clothes. It’s not that bad. “I still don’t understand why you won’t let me drive you to school. You’re literally next door.”

“I don’t know,” He answered, rolling his eyes, “Maybe it’s because when it comes to that truck, you are absolutely insane. You won’t even let me drink water in that thing.”

The truck in question, a faded red 1998 Chevrolet S-10, had been your gift to yourself for your 17th birthday. You’d spent two summers saving up to buy yourself a truck, and that was what you were able to get for what you had. To say it was a huge piece of junk on wheels was an understatement. 

The thing smelled like mothballs no matter how many air fresheners you bought it, the engine sounded like an old man having a coughing fit, and there was a very suspicious stain in the backseat that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times you scrubbed it. But for some reason, you treated it like it was your own baby. The amount of times you’d yelled at Jaemin for trying to put his feet on the dashboard was too high to count.

You mirrored his movement, eyes rolling as you sighed. “At least let me drive you home after school today. Maybe you can stay and we can finally watch Blade Runner.”

You’d been trying to get him to watch the film for almost a month now, begging and pleading because you insisted that he’d love it. He offered an awkward stare, before opening his backpack and pulling out a notebook. “Can’t,” He mumbled, “I’m headed into Manhattan. I have my internship afterwards.”

“Oh, yeah,” You said nonchalantly, eyebrows shooting up as you remembered, “Park Industries.” 

He was about to reply when Mrs. Baker, the chemistry teacher, finally entered. She’d been working at SMHS for 30 years and had never, apparently, been nice, if his Aunt Sunny’s stories were anything to go by. However, she had apparently always spoken as if she smoked two packs a day. She was rambling about the importance of making the most of senior year academically, adult responsibilities, college, and whatnot. You and Jeno exchanged glances often throughout the monologue, hoping it would end soon. 

“Enough of that,” She said after what seemed like an eternity, “Everyone quiet down, I’m going to call roll.”

Names were quickly called, and Jeno was ready to pull out a pencil and start working with you until Mrs Baker demanded a switch in seats, beginning to call on random names in an effort to deter everyone from speaking. 

"Please not with Choi, please not with Choi," Jeno muttered under his breath, glancing warily at San, who was staring ahead, looking bored. 

San had had it out for Jeno ever since day one, in first grade. For some reason, everything Jeno did seemed to annoy the other boy. He wasn't funny enough, or too nerdy, or too quiet. Jeno was always too much or too little for him. 

You touched his forearm, and he looked towards you. 

“You’ll be fine,” You said softly, trying not to alert the teacher, “You’re not gonna get paired up with him, and you can take it to the office if you need to.” “Yeah, because I’m sure Coach Peralta would be thrilled if someone tried to get his precious midfielder in trouble.”

“Choi, San,” Mrs Baker’s voice rang throughout the room, and Jeno braced himself for the worst, eyebrows furrowing with worry. 

“You’ll be sitting with… L/N, Y/N.” 

Jeno’s shoulders slumped, but your face remained impassive. You picked up your stuff, and pouted silently at Jeno in apology, before making your way to the front. 

“Lee, Jeno,” Mrs Baker called a few minutes later, “You’ll be sitting with Jang, Yeeun.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief. Yeeun is nice, Jeno thought to himself, I could sit with Yeeun. She wasn’t part of his main friend group, but he had tutored her in math during sophomore year in exchange for her helping him with Spanish, and they’d been pretty friendly ever since. 

“Hey,” Yeeun greeted as Jeno sat down, and Jeno smiled at her. 

“Remember, these will be your assigned lab partners for the rest of the semester. No changes, no exceptions.” Mrs. Baker sat down at her desk, before beginning to talk about something Jeno didn’t really pay attention to.

You exchanged glances with Jeno, and he gave you a look of sympathy as you gestured at San with your eyes. San was talking to you about something—probably bragging about some soccer achievement—but you weren’t paying him much attention. Jeno swallowed something growing in his throat as he looked at how your hair looked today. 

It was nothing relatively new, the same hairstyle you used on most days. But still, there was a bit of a shine to it. He wondered vaguely if you had changed your shampoo, the other day you’d been complaining about how itchy your normal shampoo made your scalp—

“You still haven’t told her about how you feel?” Yeeun asked quietly, and Jeno’s head snapped back to look at her, eyes wide.

“W-what? Me. Like Y/N…” He laughed nervously, trying to keep his voice down. He scratched the back of his head, avoiding Yeeun’s accusatory stare. “You’re hilarious, Yeeun. Tell another one.”

Yeeun shook her head. “You’d better hurry before someone else snatches her up, Jen. She’s not gonna wait around for you forever.”

 “I don’t like her, Yeeun.” 

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Hey! Jeno Lee!”

“Hey! Jaemin Na! What do you want!” Jeno answered as he sat down, mimicking Jaemin’s tone next to him.

“Well, for starters, a million dollars, and second, a date with Yiren Wang, but I doubt you can help me with either of those, so...”

Jeno glanced at the rest of the table. Along with Jaemin, Mark,  Renjun, Donghyuck, and you were watching the interaction between the pair. “Where are the munchkins?” Jeno asked, noticing Chenle and Jisung’s absence. No one could really call them munchkins anymore. That nickname dated back to middle school, before the two underclassmen had gone through growth spurts.

“Eh, they should be here soon,” Renjun said, chewing on a french fry, “How’s your day been?”

“Pretty good so far, I guess. I got AP Calc with Mr. Washington later, though. That man wants me dead.”

You rolled your eyes. “He doesn’t want you dead. I’m telling you, you and Hyuck have been spending way too much time together. You’re being more dramatic than usual and Hyuck’s being more… weird than usual.”

“And just what is so weird about being enthusiastic about senior year, Y/N?” Donghyuck asked, shaking his head, “It’s our last year in this hellhole, I’m excited that we’re finally getting out of here. And besides—”

“Please don’t bring up the fact that you’re abandoning us next year.” Chenle seemingly appeared out of nowhere, sitting next to Renjun, Jisung following quickly behind him.

“Hi, Sungie,” You said with a smile, and Jisung smiled back. “Hi, Y/N.”

“What were you saying, Hyuck?” Jaemin looked at Donghyuck, who had taken the quick interaction as an opportunity to take a bite of his sandwich. His wide eyes darted to the slim boy, cheeks stuffed with chicken. 

“Oh,” He replied after swallowing, “This is gonna be my year. I’m getting male lead for the winter musical and no one is gonna stop me.”

“Do you even know what musical you guys are doing yet?” Mark asked, “What if it’s like… Shrek?”

Jisung made a face. “There’s a Shrek musical?”

Mark nodded, and Renjun laughed.

“I don’t know about male lead, if it’s Shrek. You should try out for Donkey,” The Chinese boy joked, “With those front teeth, you’re a shoo-in.”

The entire table was silent for a moment, before snorts and chortles started pouring out from everyone except Donghyuck.

“Fuck you, Huang.” 

Renjun flashed the friendliest smile he could muster. “Not if you paid me a million dollars.”

The subject remained on extracurriculars, everyone in your group except for Chenle and Jisung now wary of college applications. Donghyuck had been in theater ever since middle school, Renjun was in the robotics club and the debate team with Jaemin, who was also in the student council. Mark was on the math team with Jeno, and you had founded the film club. 

"You're not gonna believe who asked to sign up for film," You huffed, looking kind of confused. The rest of the table looked at you expectantly, and you pursed your lips, almost as if you were trying not to laugh.

"San Choi."

Renjun scoffed. Jaemin raised his eyebrows before letting out a single, humorless laugh. Jeno made a face, poking his plastic fork at you. 

"What is San Choi doing asking to sign up for film?"

"Fuck if I know. He said he needed one more extracurricular if he wanted to get into some college in Florida and he liked going to the movies, so he wanted to try out film."

Mark rolled his eyes. "I swear there's nothing in that guy's head but hot gas. It blows my mind."

"He's a dick," Chenle grumbled, "I'm still not over how he and Wooyoung taped Jisung to the flagpole last year."

Jisung scowled. "I thought we agreed to never bring that up again."

“Do you think they’ll finally calm the fuck down this year?” Jaemin wondered, looking wistful.

You took a sip of your coke and shook your head. “Doubt it. They’re not the hateful eight for a reason.”

The mood at the table turned tense, until Jaemin frowned at his french fries, before sighing and clapping his hands together dramatically. “I would like to hear,” He mused, “About the nuance that theatre gives the cinematic masterpiece that is Shrek when converted into musical form.”

Donghyuck beamed. “Oh, it’s amazing. You see…”

If it was difficult to get Donghyuck to stop talking in general, it was impossible when it was about theater.

The conversation continued on until the bell rang, and the eight of you had to go your separate ways. Jaemin and Jeno had the same class, so they both walked together down a relatively calm hallway. Jaemin looked both ways, before finally lowering his voice. 

“So, you’re going to see Mr. Park today?”

Jeno nodded, looking down at his shoes. “He said he wanted to give me an assignment. Says there’s something big going on.”

Jaemin’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Did he say what kind of something?” 

Jeno shook his head, pouting slightly. “I’ll let you know tomorrow.” 

Once school was out, Jeno was getting ready to get onto the subway once again, this time heading towards Midtown. It was only day one and, as Jeno had predicted, Mr. Washington probably was out to get him, because he’d swamped the class with homework.

As he left the school, he spotted you in the parking lot, leaning against your car door, texting someone. He glanced at his phone. He still had plenty of time, he figured. He walked over to you, and when you looked up, you smiled. 

“Hey!” Your voice had that signature tone of enthusiasm to it, and Jeno smiled back immediately. 

“Hello,” He sing-songed. “So, I was thinking… are you free on Friday night?”

You looked somewhere above his head, furrowing your eyebrows before you perked up again and nodded. “Yep! Why?”

“I’m free after nine. Maybe then I could come over to your house? So I can finally get you to stop harassing me about Blade Runner.”

You grinned, pumping your fists enthusiastically. “Hell yes,” You answered, “Do you want me to get like, some frozen pizzas or something?” 

“Pizza sounds good,” He said. “Who are you even waiting for?” 

You made a face that made it seem as if you’d just gotten a whiff of rotten milk. “Well—”

Your response was interrupted when the school doors slammed open, and eight figures poured out, carrying themselves with confidence Jeno both envied and despised. He frowned, trying not to react at their loud whooping and laughing. The Hateful Eight.

“Oh.” Jeno averted his gaze, meeting your eyes again.

“Yeah. If you don’t hear from me later it’s because I jumped out of my truck because I don’t wanna work with—”

“Well, hello, gorgeous!” San’s voice filled the parking lot, and Jeno took a deep breath. Your mouth stretched into a tight-lipped smile at the unwanted ‘compliment’. 

“Hey, San.” Your friendly passive aggressive tone almost made Jeno smile. “I’ve been waiting here for like, fifteen minutes. You could have just given me your number and asked me to send you pictures of my notes, you know.”

He shrugged, turning his body so that his back was turned to Jeno. “Sorry, babe. Coach wanted to talk to us about the upcoming season. When he gets going, it’s hard to get him to stop. And besides, where’s the fun in just asking for pictures when I could come here, talk to you, and take the pictures myself?”

You didn’t respond, but rather pulled out your backpack and began digging through it. When you pulled out your notebook, you handed it to San, who flashed a wink at you. You barely held back a gag. 

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll just be a minute.” 

He walked over to the hood of your truck, and just as you were about to continue your conversation, two figures slung their arms around both of Jeno’s shoulders, causing him to flinch. 

Out of the fifteen soccer players on the team, San and his best friends—seven of them, to be precise—were the worst. The others were pretty nice. But right now, seeing two of those seven surround your best friend made you uneasy. 

Wooyoung was loud. He was also a temperamental brat. His dad owned three used car dealerships over in Brooklyn, so naturally, he thought he owned the entire world. He wasn’t someone who would get too physical in fights, like San, or Jongho, or Yeosang. But when he was angry, he could easily get you to jump into the stratosphere by yelling at you once. Over the years, he’d made several teaching assistants and substitute teachers cry, only getting let off with a slap on the wrist every time. 

 Yunho was terrifying for completely different reasons. He was friendly, but a little too friendly to the people he wanted to control. He could read people like books and could easily manipulate whoever he wanted. But he wasn’t afraid of getting physical either, especially not when he was built like a goddamn Power Rangers Megazord. 

All in all, they definitely weren't anyone you wanted near you, near your friends. Especially considering how much they had it out for your friends. 

"Hey, buddy," Yunho said, looking down at Jeno with a wide smile. "How was summer vacation?"

Jeno gnawed on the side of his cheek as he considered his answer. "Um, it was okay." He looked at you to catch your eyes darting between San, Yunho and Wooyoung, like you were analyzing the situation. "I kinda stayed in and played video games most of the t—"

"Cool, cool," Yunho answered, carding his free hand through his bleach blond hair. "What about you, Woo?"

"Oh, dude, it was so cool," He bragged, "I went to Brazil for like, a month. I went clubbing with Instagram models and shit, it was wild."

You stared at him as he patted Jeno on the back rather aggressively. "Where did you go? Have you ever even left New York?" 

You knew the answer. Only a few times when the debate team went to compete in different states. Jeno spoke up again. "Well, yeah a few t—"

"Doubt it," Yunho scoffed. He craned his head back. "San, you done yet?"

"Almost!" San answered. Yunho turned to face you, and for some reason his smile seemed genuinely kind. “What about you, Y/N?”

You never understood why it was that the soccer team hated your entire friend group, but seemed to tolerate you. It made no sense.

So you shrugged. “Not a lot, I guess. Did my summer reading. Hung out with my friends.” You flashed a reassuring smile at Jeno. “Right, Jen?”

Immediately, he relaxed a little bit. “Yeah.”

San appeared from behind Yunho, Jeno and Wooyoung. “Thanks, Y/N. I owe you one.”

You waved your hand, wanting them to get rid of them quickly. “Don’t mention it. But next time, just text me for my notes. I have to get to work, so…”

“Oh! My bad,” He answered with fake remorse, before unlocking his phone and handing it over to you. “Here. For next time.”

You stifled a deep sigh, punching in the numbers hesitantly. “Just for homework, got it?”

San took his phone back, holding a hand over his heart and raised his head. “On a gentleman's honor,” He declared, and you bit back a laugh. Jeno looked like he was going to hurl.

“San!” The team captain—Hongjoong—called from a few feet away, “Are you guys done yet or what?”

“Coming!” San yelled back.

“Alright, we’ll let you go,” Wooyoung said, patting Jeno on the back again, a bit too harsh for comfort. “Bye, Y/N! See you around.”

 The three of them stalked off, leaving you and a very frazzled Jeno. “Dicks,” You muttered once they were out of earshot. “You good?”

Jeno shook his head, waving his hand dismissively. “I’ll be fine.”

You tilted your head, frowning. “Jeno—”

“I gotta go,” He said quickly. “I’ll see you later?”

You nodded, offering a lopsided smile. “Yeah. Be careful!” 

Jeno offered a deep bow, fluttering his eyelashes. “On a gentleman’s honor,” He sighed, adding a very bad British accent to it. You burst out laughing, eyes squeezing shut.

You didn’t catch the way Jeno’s shoulders relaxed at the sound.

I want you to know now

Baby, it could go down

I don’t wanna talk about it

Baby, let’s just go now

The train ride into Midtown didn’t take too long. He spent it digging through his backpack for his Park Industries lanyard, listening to music and thinking about you.

When you talk right to me 

You gon’ have to do me

Every time you think you’re leaving 

You running back to me

You’d met Jeno when you were six. Truth be told, he didn’t really remember. For him it was like you weren’t there at one point and by the time you were, you were thicker than thieves. It was a difficult time for him. He had just lost both of his parents, and was moving in with his Aunt Sunny and his Uncle Jinki, who were barely out of college at the time. He’d had to move to a new school and basically restart his entire life. You were the first sense of stability in his life for months. 

Your mom lived next to his aunt and uncle. So naturally, you went to the same school and went on the same bus. And somewhere along the way, you two clicked. You’d introduced him to Renjun, Jaemin and Donghyuck. You were there to comfort him whenever he got pushed off the slide by San or Wooyoung. 

He was there for you when your stepdad and stepbrother moved in when you were nine and you weren’t sure how to deal with it. He was there when your mom died when you were thirteen. He’d introduced you and your friends to Mark, Chenle and Jisung. 

And you were there when his Uncle Jinki got killed when he was fifteen. And because fate had an especially cruel sense of irony, it had happened on a Tuesday. You didn’t know, but at the time, he had just gotten his powers. Your comfort and words unknowingly had a secondary effect: he made the decision to use them for good, and… well. The rest was history. 

Can we just talk? Can we just talk?

Talk about where we're goin'

Before we get lost, lend me your thoughts

Can't get what we want without knowin'

Just like when he met you, he didn’t recall an exact moment where he realized he’d fallen in love with you. He knew there was a world where he loved you, but wasn’t in love with you. And he knew that there was a world here he’d fallen in love with you—he was living in that world now. He realized he was living in that world maybe when he was sixteen, and had been stuck in it ever since. 

You were it for him. He’d had crushes before. But never something like this, where he was so aware of your presence around him. It wasn’t the way he was hyper aware of someone like San, or like Yunho or Jongho. It wasn’t out of anxiety or fear, where a shift in mood activated his fight or flight. He was aware of you in a way that only people who truly know each other do, where he could pick up on subtle changes in your behavior, but not out of fear. Rather, out of a desire to take care of you and to not have you worry about anything. 

I've never felt like this before

I apologize if I'm movin' too far

Can we just talk? Can we just talk?

Figure out where we're goin'...

As the train rolled into the station that was a fifteen minute walk from Park Tower, Jeno put away his headphones and took a deep breath.

The “Jeno Tingle” as his Aunt Sunny called it—Jeno hated the term—had taken him a few years to gain control of. And while he could never truly turn it off, he could at least tune it out enough to be more at ease. The only time he did so was at school or when he was studying, just because he wanted to feel normal, and because being aware of everything going on around him really messed with his concentration. 

Jaemin didn’t understand. “If I was able to tell whenever Seonghwa was behind me because he wanted to scare me into doing his chemistry homework, I’d never turn that shit off,” He’d said once. But truthfully, Jeno didn’t really care. Because while yes, he was still slightly scared of the “hateful eight”, he knew damn well that if things got to be too much, he could kick their asses if he wanted to. 

It was his friends he worried about. He couldn’t be around them 24/7. You, not so much. He knew you knew how to fight. Even worse, he knew that San had the hots for you so you were off limits to the rest of them, be it bullying or flirting. But for everyone else… Well. He couldn’t hover over them like some guardian angel. 

Now that the “Jeno Tingle” was on, it allowed him to sense everyone within a certain range around him. He could zero in on certain sounds with ease, and his reflexes became heightened. Halfway on his walk up Park Avenue, he jumped away from a chihuahua on its leash a second before it started barking at him.

When he entered the first floor lobby of the Park Building, he scoured the crowd of employees and visitors until he landed on one familiar face. 

He'd met Doyoung about a year after his dad started dating your mom. Things between your parents were starting to get serious, and Doyoung was four years older than you were. When they moved into your house, Doyoung as your new stepbrother became the de facto chaperone and babysitter. If you wanted to go to the mall with Jeno, he had to take you. Every time you dragged Jeno to the movies, Doyoung had to go also. 

To an extent, it wasn't that bad. Doyoung was cool, and he was smart—he was the one who got Jeno interested in computers and chemistry. He graduated high school at 16, and finished his bachelor's degree at 19. He'd also interned at Park Industries, and secured a job there almost immediately after college. 

To an extent, he was the whole reason Mr. Park knew who he was, because of one incident. It was relatively soon after he started the whole vigilante thing. Jeno, still figuring out how to maneuver on the webs that shot out of his wrists, had accidentally crashed into your backyard late at night, when only Doyoung was awake. He was standing in the back door while he was waiting for his dog to finish peeing. 

Initially, the older boy had freaked out, thinking that it was a burglar or something. When he yelled out that his dad was a cop and was asleep in the house, Jeno panicked, and pulled off his mask, holding up his hands.

“Woah, woahwoahwoah! Doyoung! It’s me, it’s me!” 

Doyoung’s eyes had widened to the size of saucers, paying no mind to the dog as it sauntered up to Jeno, before turning onto its back in a request for belly rubs.

"You're the spider guy everyone's been talking about!?"

"Spider man," Jeno had answered, voice cracking as he dusted himself off. He cringed at the sound of his voice. "...and yes."

Of course, his cover was blown, and he'd begged Doyoung not to tell anyone, especially not you. And while Doyoung had promised not to tell you, it didn't stop him from telling his boss. 

That had been almost three years ago now. The rest was history, and after that Jeno didn’t have to run around in bright red sweatpants and dollar store swimming goggles. Now, he had a nanotech suit that allowed him to activate protocols of the suit through voice commands using something top-secret Mr. Park called D.R.E.A.M technology. Direct Response Engaged As Machine—yeah, Jeno didn’t get it either. 

Doyoung offered Jeno a smile as he escorted Jeno past security, showing them his employee clearance pass. "Hey. How have you been?"

Jeno shrugged, recounting his day in minor detail as he was led into an elevator labeled authorized personnel only. 

This elevator only went up to the 35th floor, seeing as everything past that was only cleared for a certain list of people approved by Mr. Park and his security team, and everything past the 90th floor were Mr. Park's private living quarters. 

Now, as Doyoung led him to another elevator to head up to the 85th floor, which was always where Jeno got to meet with Mr. Park—which wasn't often, maybe once or twice a year—he wondered where he would be if he hadn’t surprised Doyoung that night. He would probably still be using those ugly red sweatpants as part of his disguise.

"How's Y/N?" Doyoung asked. 

"Oh, she seems okay. That guy who hates me keeps coming onto her though. He's a huge douchebag."

Doyoung frowned. "He's not harassing her, is he? Because if he is—"

"He just won't stop flirting, even though she clearly isn't interested," Jeno said bitterly, "He isn't physical or anything. Trust me, it wouldn't end well for him if he was."

Doyoung wasn't quite sure how to respond to the younger boy's dark tone. He looked down, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“So… how’s the apartment?” Jeno asked. Doyoung perked up instantly.

“Oh, now that Taeyong’s moved in and did his interior design thing, it looks great. He’s really done a great job at it.”

“When am I gonna meet this guy? He sounds cool.”

“He’s really cool,” Doyoung hummed, cheeks heating up. “Things are getting really serious.”

Jeno smiled at how flustered Doyoung, who was normally so level headed and calm, became at the mention of his boyfriend.

“You guys sound like a really good couple,” He said. Doyoung chuckled, waving his hand. “Oh, well—” 

 The elevator dinged, and Doyoung sighed. “I’ll tell you later. C’mon.”

The hallway it opened up to was lined with pictures of the company's history, starting from pictures of black and white of people in vintage clothing, to pictures in sepia tones to finally pictures of the current CEO at locations around the world: Chanyeol Park.

Jeno walked behind Doyoung as he led him down the hallway, before stopping in front of a door, and a friendly looking man in a suit. 

Junmyeon was a part of Chanyeol’s Security and Intelligence team, and often sat in on these meetings with Jeno. The chain of contact also included him. If Jeno couldn’t contact Doyoung (which rarely happened), he’d contact Junmyeon. And if he couldn’t contact either of them, or it was an emergency, only then could he contact Chanyeol. So far, that had only happened once.

"Hey, Junmyeon," Doyoung said, "Mr. Park's 4:30 is here." 

Junmyeon nodded, before smiling at Jeno and giving him a wave. "Hey, kid."

Jeno offered an awkward grin. "Hi, Mr. Kim."

Junmyeon rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Kid, you're making me feel ancient. I've told you a million times, just call me Junmyeon."

Jeno shuffled awkwardly, before nodding at the older man, watching as he pressed a button on his earpiece. "Hey, Yeol. Jeno's here."

The muffled response was barely heard, but Jeno automatically understood what Mr. Park said. Junmyeon turned to open the door, and let the pair inside. The “office”—if it could even be called that—opened up to more of a lounge, than anything. A wall of glass overlooked the Manhattan skyline, but Jeno knew that from the outside it looked only like a wall, due to camouflage technology developed by Mr. Park himself. As Doyoung and Junmyeon stayed back, closer to the door, Jeno took a few steps toward the man in question.

Chanyeol was standing a few feet in front of the glass window, working on a holographic model of a new piece of tech. His face was turned downward in a concentrated frown. He barely spared the teenager a glance as he said fondly, “Hey, kid.”

Jeno was used to this. Chanyeol wasn’t cold per se, but he wasn’t warm at all. He knew that Chanyeol cared about him, even if he didn’t really show it in a conventional way. Chanyeol was a very… eccentric man, so he had his own way of saying and doing things. 

“Hi, Mr. Park. Um… you wanted to talk to me?”

“Yep! Needed some help from the friendly neighborhood Spiderman… A little birdie told me about something going on in Queens.”

“Queens?” Jeno asked, gripping the straps of his backpack. “You mean, other than the usual stuff?”

“Other than the usual stuff,” Chanyeol repeated, nodding. With a wave of his hand, the hologram disappeared, and another one appeared in its place. This time, instead of a 3D model, a few pictures and another, smaller 3D model appeared. Chanyeol turned to face him, frown deepening. He pointed at the model—a long, shiny oval-shaped purple stone. It reminded Jeno of an amethyst, but instead of turning white at the base, it turned to an iridescent jade tone. “You know what this is, right?”

Jeno nodded, remembering seeing the rocks all over the news when he was a kid. “That’s… that’s a Chitauri stone. From the invasion a few years back.”

Chanyeol nodded, standing up straight. “These stones have the potential to power weapons with no need to recharge, or change them out. They’re an infinite, extremely strong power source, Jeno, and in the wrong hands can be very dangerous.”

Jeno took a deep breath, feeling his stomach sink slowly. Chanyeol sighed. “Cleanup of the city after the invasion was long, and difficult, and obviously the government and the company weren’t able to get everything. It caused a black market to pop up. Now, the NYPD has been investigating it for years, but they have their limits… that’s where you come in.”

“M-me, Mr. Park?”

Chanyeol gave him a crooked, reassuring smile. He pointed at one of the pictures, which was of a man who most likely didn’t know he was photographed. He was walking somewhere, face looking angry and stern.

“You don’t know who this is, right?”

Jeno shook his head, and Chanyeol turned his head to nod at Junmyeon. “You’re up, tough guy.”

Junmyeon huffed, before walking up to Jeno. He put his hand on Jeno’s shoulder as if he could tell that he was growing anxious. 

“Jeno, that’s Henry Duke. From what we understand on the intel team, he’s one of the cornerstones of the alien tech black market. He’s one of the top dogs. From what we understand, he likes to be present for all major negotiations that his group makes. A source of ours told us that there’s going to be a negotiation on Friday night not too far away from LaGuardia. We want you to go out there and just get a feel of what’s going on.”

“Just watch them, right?” Jeno looked at Junmyeon, who patted his back reassuringly. “Just watch. Don’t engage unless you absolutely have to.”

“You can do that, right?” Chanyeol said quietly, crossing his arms. “Because if not, then it’s totally—”

“Yeah, of course I can! Friday—shit, Friday. At what time are they supposed to be meeting up?”

Junmyeon furrowed his eyebrows, before answering, “Around eight or nine.”

Jeno bit his lip, thinking about the promise he’d made to you. It would just have to wait, he supposed. Chanyeol rarely asked anything this big of him.

“Alright,” Jeno agreed, “I’ll do it.”

Chanyeol grinned, clapping his hands together. 

“Perfect.” 

They discussed logistics briefly after. Doyoung would be on call with Jeno, his custom made suit allowing them to communicate, letting Doyoung see everything Jeno was seeing via a video feed coming from the ultra thin lenses placed in the white eye sockets of the mask. Doyoung would then report to Junmyeon, who would report to Chanyeol, who would probably report to the FBI. Jeno was only to engage if absolutely necessary.

After that, he set out on patrol. He usually found some discreet place to hide his backpack, and then went all over Queens looking for trouble, quite literally. Around five thirty, he stopped a robbery in Murray Hill. Then, around seven, he stopped a man from stealing a woman’s purse in Elmhurst. Nothing too much.

Around eight, he finally headed home, this time dressed normally, using the train and not web fluid. He walked home, tired, knowing that he’d immediately have to do that cursed AP calc homework. When he got home, he opened his backpack pocket to look for his keys, rummaging between his notebooks and other things. 

Shuffling through his stuff, he furrowed his eyebrows as he couldn’t find them. Thinking back, he remembered this morning, when he’d left in a rush… and had very obviously left his keys on his desk.

“Shit,” He muttered to himself. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, remembering that Aunt Sunny had said she’d be working overtime tonight. He could very easily sneak in through his window, but he was pretty sure he’d locked it the night before, and it was too early. People’s lights were still on—anyone could see him if they just looked up, and then he would be screwed. 

Huffing and zipping his backpack up, he marched up to your house, before ringing the doorbell. He shifted his weight back and forth, from his heels to the balls of his feet, until the door opened up. A familiar man with a face just like Doyoung's, but older, with graying hair and arms scarred and muscled from years of working on the police force stood in the doorway.

“Jeno?” Your dad offered him a warm smile. “Hey, kiddo, what’s up?”

“Hi, Mr. Kim,” Jeno said, smiling back. He shifted nervously. “I, um… I left my keys in my room this morning, and my aunt’s working late, so… could I… maybe wait here? Y/N’s home, right?” 

The man nodded. “Of course, of course. Come in!” 

Your dad had always been super friendly, even from the day Jeno had first met him. You'd told Jeno once that he was the only real father figure you'd ever had. Once everything settled after him and your mom got married, you started calling him dad altogether. And since you and Jeno were practically glued at the hip, he got along with your dad almost as well as you did.

“Okay.” Jeno stepped in and set down his backpack at the base of the coat rack next to the door, as he’d done a million times before. Jeno stepped into the living room, and sat down on the couch. He folded his hands in his lap and looked up at your dad.

"I think Y/N's in the shower, but she should be done soon. You can just wait here if you want… have you eaten anything yet?”

“Uh, I had a granola bar on the train, but that’s it.”

“We have some leftover pasta here, if you want—”

“Thanks, Mr. Kim, really! I’m fine.”

Your dad nodded, sitting down on his recliner. “So, have you started your college list, yet? Y/N said you wanted to stay here in New York.”

Jeno nodded, pushing some hair out of his face. “Well, yeah. It would make things a lot easier, I think. I might want to apply to NYU, but I think I’ll just go to community college, or something.”

Your dad shook his head. “You’re a pretty smart kid, Jeno. I think you could get into Columbia if you set out to. Plus, Chanyeol Park doesn’t give out internships to anybody. That’s your secret weapon.”

Jeno smiled. “Well, you’ve got a point.” 

Your dad gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. “Come on, trying won’t hurt!” Your dad made a face, and then rubbed his knuckles. “Have you been working out? Those muscles weren’t there the last time I did that.”

Jeno laughed, trying to think of an excuse. “Oh, a little bit? The house needed some fixing up over the summer, and I wanted to help Aunt Sunny, so…”

“Jeno?” 

He turned immediately, eyes landing on you at the base of the staircase. You’d changed into an old t-shirt and pajama pants. Your hair was slightly damp. “What are you doing here?” You asked, with a curious smile.

His shoulders slumped, and he grinned sheepishly. “Terrible Tuesday strikes again. I forgot my keys.”

You grimaced. “Brutal, dude. You wanna come up?” Your eyes moved to your dad. “Or am I interrupting guy time?”

“Oh, definitely,” Jeno answered, playing along. He took a cocky tone as he rested his hands on the back of his neck. “Your dad was just telling me about how much the NYPD needs me.” 

You stifled a laugh. You dad seemed to be holding back a laugh too. "Hey, you're joking, but if you keep working out like that, and if by some impossible chance, the college thing doesn't work out… We might just be able to catch Spiderman if we finally got some brain cells on the force."

"Ugh, dad," You groaned, unaware of Jeno's gut twisting, "Not again."

"Yeah, Mr. Kim," Jeno said, scratching the back of his head, "He's not that bad."

Your dad shook his head. "Look, I don't hate the guy. In all honesty, crime rates have dropped since he started doing his thing. But he thinks he's above the law, and his methods can be a bit… unorthodox sometimes. He’s been undermining us for years and his tech is state of the art. Makes me wonder about what we should do to modernize the force."

Jeno looked downward, wondering what would happen if your dad knew the truth.

"Well, I guess we may just never find out. Jeno'd make a horrible cop. He couldn't hurt a fly if you paid him a million dollars."

But you came to the rescue as you grabbed his backpack, and soon enough he was up the stairs with you, heading into your bedroom, laughing to yourselves when you heard your dad jokingly call out, "Fifteen inch distance, you two! Door stays open!"

He sat on your desk chair while you lay on your bed, limbs splaying out. 

"So you left your keys."

Jeno groaned. "Don't remind me. I was in such a rush to leave, that I… I forgot. I'm so stupid."

You rolled your eyes, rolling over onto your stomach to look at him. "You're not stupid, Jen. You made an honest mistake because you were in a hurry." 

Standing up, you walked over to him and leaned against the desk. "Seriously, Jeno. What's gotten into you, lately? You freak out about every little thing. It's starting to worry me." 

Jeno shook his head. "I don't know," He admitted. "I think I'm just scared about how after this year, everything changes. Renjun’s headed upstate. Jaemin’s going to Boston. You want to go to LA. I think Hyuck and I are the only ones who want to stay here. I just… I don't want things to change." 

Your expression turned sad as he continued. "Everyone is expecting great things from me. You're smart, Jeno. You can get into an Ivy. Or, you have a Park internship, you'll be fine. What if I don't want things to be fine? What if I want them to just stay the same?"

You stayed silent for a few moments, trying to think of what to say. Jeno was relatively level headed for someone your age, but even he had moments of doubt and panic. It made moments like these difficult.  You sighed before grabbing him by the hand. Wordlessly, you tugged him over to the bed, sitting him down and leaning your head on his shoulder. He could feel the dampness in your hair seeping slowly into his shirt.

"I guess I understand what you mean," You mumbled, trying to reason with him, "But come on. You wouldn't really want everything to stay the same. You can't tell me you want to keep getting AP calc homework. And I definitely doubt that you'd want to have your ass kicked by San for the rest of your life."

Jeno looked at the floor. "You're right. But you know that's not what I mean—"

"I know," You huffed, "I'm just saying. Change… it's inevitable. The longer you fight it, the harder it is."

Jeno nodded. "This sucks."

"It does," You agreed, taking his hand in yours. "But at least we have each other's backs, y'know?"

Something of a smile appeared on his face. You were so close to him, leaning on him, stroking his knuckles with your thumb. He hoped you couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest. 

"We really do, huh?" His voice turned quiet, with a bit of a sleepy lull to it. He allowed his head to rest on yours. "You're so comfortable. Can I like, use you as a pillow for the rest of my life?"

You giggled. "I'll consider it on two conditions."

"Oh, you'll consider. How generous of you."

"Yes, I'll consider. Now, do you wanna hear my terms or not?" 

Jeno raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead," He said, before putting on his best Marlon Brando voice, "Make me an offer I can't refuse."

Snorting, you lifted your head off of his. "Okay. One, you finish your calculus homework here before Sunny gets home."

He pursed his lips. "Okay, I could probably do that. What's the other one?"

"Let me drive you to school for the rest of the year." 

Jeno stared at you, and you nodded, eyes wide. "Trust me, Jen. You wouldn't need to wake up so early! And plus, you can't text the guy manning the subway asking him to give you five minutes because you need to find your keys."

Jeno gnawed on the inside of his cheek. You did have a point, and to be honest, he could probably refrain from putting his feet up on your dashboard.

"Deal." 

You grinned. "Awesome," You answered, before nodding towards his backpack. "Now get to work, Einstein."

The rest of the week wasn't that bad. Yes, you were absolutely batshit insane about your truck in the morning, but he soon realized he didn't really mind. Not when it allowed you both to spend some twenty extra minutes together in the mornings, and they were spent joking around and listening to your extremely varied playlist. 

On the other hand, he was saddled with more and more homework, greater and greater expectations. The looming threat of Friday's mission rolled around, and it made Jeno feel like time was passing much too slowly but also way too quickly. There was so much on his mind. He had chemistry with you on Thursdays in the afternoon, which also meant that San was there. Which also meant that sometimes, his heightened senses would pick up on San dropping a tacky pick up line which made Jeno want to punch him in the jaw.

Finally, finally, Friday afternoon rolled around. As he bid you goodbye and promised to see you later, he tried to ignore the feeling in his stomach. The feeling that something was about to go very, very wrong. He went out on patrol, ready for Doyoung to set up the call and tell him where he needed to go. It didn’t help that there wasn’t a lot for him to do that day. Crime had seemed to slow down altogether. 

When the time finally came, and the sun was beginning to set, Doyoung rang in at about 7, telling him the location. An old warehouse near LaGuardia airport, hidden from prying eyes. Jeno made his way to the place, avoiding security cameras Doyoung warned him about, and found a place to hide. There was a hole in the warehouse roof, which allowed him to peer right into the building without being seen. It was about thirty feet from the ground.

“Why is it always old, abandoned warehouses?” Jeno grumbled. He heard Doyoung laugh quietly. 

“Beats me,” Doyoung sighed. 

And so they waited. Jeno wondered vaguely if you were still working. He wasn’t sure. They made time talking quietly, until a black SUV rolled into the warehouse. “Woah, Doyoung,” He murmured, “Hold up.”

Jeno leaned forward, but quickly realized he probably wouldn’t be able to hear what was being said. “D.R.E.A.M, activate Heightened Intelligence Protocol.”

Activating Heightened Intelligence Protocol.

The protocol allowed Jeno to use the lenses over his eyes to zoom in on specific targets, as well as use a microphone embedded in the suit to pick up audio from far away and feed it directly into his ears.

He watched as three figures got out of the car, a fourth remaining in the driver’s seat. The trio stood in front of the car, and Jeno recognized the man in the middle as the man Junmyeon had been talking about.

“Alright, there’s Henry Duke,” He said, “The one in the middle.”

 “Got it,” Doyoung replied, sounding satisfied. “Now all we have to do is wait for the other party.”

“Did Junmyeon’s sources say anything about who it would be?”

“No. They weren’t able to find that out. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Jeno’s eyes never left the man. “Do you think it’s something international?”

Doyoung sighed. “I’m not sure. If it is international, then you need to be even more careful.”

“Got it. I think—Wait, here they come.” 

A second vehicle, this one another black SUV, rolled up not too far away from the first car. The lights turned off and the engine sputtered to a stop, and four men stepped out of the vehicle.

Jeno’s stomach dropped, and of its own accord, his mouth let loose a quiet, “What the fuck,” as he registered the person leading them. 

“What?” Doyoung asked, before realizing what—who—he was looking at. “...Is that my dad?”

“I think it is,” Jeno whispered, fingertips suddenly numb. Who was he kidding? They both knew who it was. 

“So,” One of the men next to your dad said, “You show us yours, we’ll show you ours?”

Henry Duke clapped his hands together with an impish grin. “I suppose. Reagan, get the case.”

One of the two men standing beside him started off toward the trunk of the car. “It caught me off guard when I heard that the force wanted to purchase these. Almost made me wonder if this was your attempt at a sting operation.”

“What made you change your mind?” Your dad asked. Jeno swallowed at how cold he sounded. This wasn’t your dad, and it didn’t seem like Officer Kim either. This was someone Jeno had never met before. 

“Honestly, Kim?” Duke raised an eyebrow, shrugging. “It was you. Your cooperativeness and willing to feed us information, as well as your… insurance agreement. And besides, you made a very interesting point when you said that the Avengers Initiative and Park’s alum Spiderman is ruining the way the law operates around here. That type of bitterness… hard to fake.”

Your dad huffed. “We’re fucking tired of it.”

The man leaning against the car your dad had stepped out of scoffed. “If this helps us catch the little asshole, then so be it.”

Jeno frowned. “I’m not little—”

“Jeno, shut up!” Doyoung snapped. 

“—Alright, then.” The man holding the briefcase—Reagan—clicked it open, as if it were a prize reveal on The Price is Right. Five guns, all modified to hold glowing Chitauri stones were placed carefully together side by side.

“You know the basics. No radiation. Keep it away from security scanners and x-rays. They will blow up. And second of all, these are at half the price, along with the promise from the chief of police that my business won’t be touched, and will only be distributed to officers in on the operation and have agreed to turn off their body cameras when they decide to use these weapons. Should this not be a sting operation, we’ll be back here to negotiate.”

Jeno leaned forward, watching anxiously.

“Yes, sir,” Your dad answered, nodding. “We have the money here.”

“Hand it over, then.”

That was when Jeno made his mistake. He leaned forward too much, and proceeded to fall right through the hole, bringing down some scraps of the roof with him. As he tumbled through the air, the zoom on his lenses caused him to grow dizzy as he had no idea what he was looking at. He caught himself before he could fall, clumsily commanding D.R.E.A.M to go back to turn off the current protocol. His vision returned to normal, and he swung up onto a rafter holding the warehouse up.

“So, we have company.” Duke didn’t sound as amused as he had before. His face turned into a sneer. “Get him.”

In less than a second, before Jeno could say anything, five guns were pointed directly at him. He managed to swing away before any bullets could hit him. 

“Jeno, get out of there now,” Doyoung ordered. 

“What about the guns?” Jeno asked, swinging to another rafter. “They know I’m here, I might as well get them before I go—”

“No! Jeno, listen to what I’m telling you. You’ve done more than enough, and you need to let it g—”

Your dad aimed, and a bullet fired right at Jeno’s chest. For a second, he forgot that the chest area of the suit was lined with bulletproof material. While it didn’t shoot into his chest, it ricocheted right off him, and since he was in motion, it somehow caused the bullet to bounce back in the direction in which it came. 

The wind was knocked out of Jeno, but it was nothing compared to watching the bullet land in the middle of your father’s chest. On the other line, he heard Doyoung yell, followed by the sound of something falling. And then, as he made his way back towards the hole he’d fallen out of, he couldn’t rip his eyes away from the body as it crumpled to the ground. 

The others around him scrambled to get back into their respective cars. Jeno was back on the roof now, trying not to hyperventilate. “I’m sorry,” He gasped, “Do—Doyoung, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t want to—”

“Jeno, you need to get out of there, now,” Doyoung said, voice raspy. “GO!” 

So he did, and Doyoung cut off the call once he was out of the vicinity. Jeno didn’t blame him. He swung across buildings, feeling numb as he looked for the apartment complex roof where he’d decided to hide his backpack.

When he finally did, he changed in a hurry, before slumping against the wall and forcing himself to take deep breaths. 

Doyoung’s dad—your dad—was dead. And it was all his fault. 

He cried on the way down the staircase. He cried on his way to the subway. The entire time, he ignored people’s stares. Suddenly everything was too loud, and if he met someone in the eyes he’d just about break down in the middle of the station. 

As he got onto the train, Jeno thought about all of the things your dad had done for you, and for Jeno. All the times he'd taken you both to Coney Island in the summer when you were younger. The year Pokemon Go came out he took the both of you driving around in his car so you and Jeno could catch as many Pokemon as you could. 

He’d formally adopted you when you were thirteen. You were his daughter in nearly every sense of the word, regardless of blood. And now he was dead, because of a stupid mistake that Jeno had made.

What would you say if you knew? He didn’t want to know. Checking the time on his phone, he saw he’d gotten a message from you just three minutes ago.

[8:36 PM]

y/n: lemme know when ur outside!! :)

“Fuck,” He murmured, wiping his eyes. He knew he needed to stop crying before he got to your house, and he had about ten minutes before he got to his stop, and then another five minute walk to the neighborhood. He focused on taking deep breaths and taking long swigs from his water bottle in the meantime, trying to tune out the sound of other people talking and the sound of the train on the rails.

The walk was the longest five minute walk he’d ever taken. The flashing lights of convenience stores did nothing to calm him down. As the stores in his peripheral vision began transitioning into suburban homes, he felt his heart speed up again. The constant movement as he walked meant he missed his phone vibrating in his backpack as you rang his number.

After what seemed like an eternity, two familiar houses came into his line of vision, and his shoulders slumped as he spotted you on your porch, looking small and teary, curled up into a little ball. In one hand, you were clutching your phone.

His stomach twisted as he put on a confused tone, even though he knew damn well that you knew. “...Y/N?”

You stood up, running to him and burying yourself into his chest, crumpling into his arms. You would have fell over if Jeno hadn’t held both of you up. 

“Jeno,” You sobbed, “You’re n-not go-onna believe it.”

He brought a hand up to caress your hair, holding back tears of his own as he asked a question he already knew the answer to.

“Y/N, what happened?”

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