#yeah i wish i could scan but alas

[human-encounters-diary]

Day 7

The Terran, as it proved, seemed to become more and more talkative every cycle. I did sight her in the meal hall today, as she sat on the surface of one of the tables, rather then on one of the stools surrounding it.

She seemed to be conserving rather animatedly with Wrin, who was still relatively clear-headed, for their standards. Quinn must have said something that caused a rather strong reaction in Wrin, if the sudden change of their complexion from its natural dark blue shade into a bright pink and back was any indicator.

I had spent the rest of the last cycle studying the previous entries to determine whether or not the human seemed to have any clue about my task of observing her. I came to the conclusion that, up to this point, the human had not signaled any discomfort due to suspicious behaviour, but I certainly should continue to be careful and not try to appear threatening or dubious.

I retrieved the human and proceeded to carry out the tasks at hand. It was relatively silent in the main control room for a while, until the human put down her current tools with much more force than needed, possibly signaling anger.

"Y‘know, I ain‘t trying to be rude, but this is really boring.", she spoke up.

My front pliers rattled in concern. "Are you…underwhelmed by your work?" This statement seemed completely illogical to me, but alas, I could not come up with another interpretation of the words she had uttered.

"I mean, no, but…yeah? I‘m not trying to say that its underwhelming, it‘s just…like, I‘m on a goddamn alien spaceship, y‘know? And I get to work with all this crazy alien technology, and that‘s amazing! But, once you‘ve figured out how it works, it just keeps working like that and everything‘s doing exactly what it‘s supposed to be doing and there‘s no real challenge behind it, y‘know." She had begun to wave her hands around in a manner which purpose I could not discern.

I remained silent for a while, processing the enormous amount of information that the human had just verbalized. No real challenge? What was that even supposed to convey? 

"I am not quite certain if I understood your complaint correctly. You are…upset due to…understanding the technology?"

"No! It‘s not that, just…you know, humans like challenges. We like to solve unsolvable things. For some, it‘s even a hobby. We need to challenge our mind and brain for it to develop. So, if we are faced with a kind of monotonous situation, we get bored."

I blinked. Were human brains really that much more complex than I had previously deemed?

I was not certain what would be an appropriate answer to such a revelation, so I said: "I regret that your mind is unchallenged by the work that has been assigned to you, but I fear I have no say in the matter. It is the Vitrichl‘s wish."

"I‘m not asking for a different job. I quite like where I am right now. I‘m just asking you if I can do something besides just standing here all day long. I was raised to use my hands. I can run errands and repair stuff and I‘m good at making adjustments and figuring out what is wrong with a machine. I can do that!"

I contemplated the suggestion for a while. I would not go against the Vitrichl‘s wishes, and right now, the ship was running smoothly, apart the two leaks in close proximity to each other. I attempted  to think of something "more challenging" for the human to be tasked with. As nothing came into the front of my mind, I consulted V-7.

"V-7, are there any machines in need of a reparation that could be performed by the human?"

The human jumped in distress as the AI answered after scanning the ship. 

"The engines in sector 3 seem to be in need for a routine check-up."

"Holy shit, it can talk?!", the human spoke up, causing me to turn in it‘s direction. The humans complexion seemed to be even lighter than its natural shade, although it tended to be the most extreme around, what I assumed was, her nose (a protuberance placed in the middle of its face, seemingly a bone structure covered with skin, with two holes at the bottom facing the ground, perhaps nostrils).

I blinked once more. I could not determine what a "holy shit" was supposed to be, so I simply decided on answering the human‘s question. "Yes. "It" is called V-7, an artificial assitant integrated into the ship.", I informed her.

"There seem to be engines in sector 3 that you could examine."

The Terran made movement with her hand, swinging it from her body towards the door, seemingly indicating for me to take her to the location. "Lead the way." 

I guided the human to the aforementioned sector and instructed her on the proper routine check-up etiquette.

I observed her method for a matter of time before deeming it safe enough to leave the premises. In the main control room, I continued to observe the human over a video recording V-7  displayed, until another problem required my attention.

Once I am given the opportunity to watch the full tape, any further observations will be recorded here.

#day 7 #nr.7 #earth is space australia #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #humans are insane #space australia #humans in space #humans are terrifying #sci fi #science fiction #less of the science more of the fiction #fantasy #original work #original writing #original story #writers on tumblr #humans are space oddities #humans from an outsider perspective

[refiwrites]

Can you do Leon Kennedy with 4,5,7 of the forced proximity thing you reblogged?

yes i can!! i hope you enjoy! ❤️ i altered the prompts a bit to fit but its still the same!

leon kennedy x gn! reader

wc: 0.6k

prompts: 4. going crazy when you smell their cologne. 5. "you're so red, love." "oh, then why is your heart beating fast, [name]?" 7. locked up in a room together

Things happened too fast, before you even know what's going on, you were slammed inside of- what you could guess- a cramped storage room.

Your back hits the wall, in between you were shelves while Leon was towering in front of you with his arm resting just above your head, the door behind being shut by him moments earlier.

The two of you were exploring an abandoned building, trying to find a faster way to get to where you needed to be for the mission. The smell of the building left your nose itchy as dust seemed to gather around you while walking around.

But now, Leon's scent smacked you harder than ever. Sure you might be guilty of imagining being this close with him, still, you never expected this to happen any sooner and in this circumstance.

"There's too many, figured we wait them out." He spoke lowly enough for you to hear as he straightened himself, backing and giving you a slightly fair distance between the two of you.

You could hear the endless groans from outside, some slowly fading followed by another loud snarling then repeating. Truly, you tried to focus anywhere rather than on him. Leon.

But his scent was making it too difficult as it occupied the room, it was... Intoxicating to say the least.

It's when you remembered that you hadn't responded to Leon yet and was avoiding his gaze, eyes glued to the gallon of expired gallon of disinfectant. Rereading its contents.

"Uh, yeah.. Okay." You swallowed, blinking and finally looking at him.

Leon was an observer, and he could tell how something was making you uneasy. "You okay?" He asked.

The last thing you wanted was him noticing that you were uncomfortable when you weren't even the slightest, his scent was driving you crazy you just wanted to snuggle up into him, but you couldn't. Hell, you didn’t even know if he had felt the same way.

"I'm okay, it's just..." You breathed in, him clouding your brain as you closed your eyes, god damn it you wanted to be free from this predicament already but then again, a part of you had wanted to be selfish, wishing to be stuck like this with him a few more minutes.

Leon watched you, scanning. Could it be that it had something to do with him? He reaches a hand out, grabbing your arm in a caring manner, tugging you closer, hoping to ground you from whatever what was happening with you.

Your eyes opened as you felt him grasp your arm then tugging you close. "Again, are you okay?"

"I am, I am... why do you have to smell so good..." You spoke even before thinking, uttering the last part out loud.

Leon pauses, his grip on you faltering at the last phrase, sure he'd heard that before but it was different coming from you. "Is that it?"

You look up at him to see a sly smirk tugging on the edge of his lips. "Don't- Leon just forget I said anything." You said but alas, embarrassment had already swallowed you whole.

Leon could make out the dark shade on your cheeks and how warm you've gotten. "You're so red." He noted, finding it cute at how you were avoiding his gaze again.

"I'm not, cut it out Leon." You tried moving away, his hand falling down to your wrist.

For Leon, one of the pad of his fingers landed on your pulse point, and he could just feel how fast your heart was racing, if only you knew his heart was doing the same thing until now.

"Then why is your heart beating fast, (Y/N)?" He questioned, leaning a little too dangerously close to your face. Leon was a little too eager to risk it all.

You stared at him confused on how he was able to figure that out, when your eyes darted to his hand wrapped around your wrist, feeling your pulse. Yet you did nothing to push his hand, or him, away.

"You really want to find out, Kennedy?"

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy drabble #resident evil imagines #resident evil x you #resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x reader #resident evil one shot #resident evil leon #x reader #fanfiction #imagines #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy imagine #refiwrites

[justmeinadaze]

Saying Sorry Part 3 (Steve X You)

A/N: Look at that utterly adorable sleeping boy <3 Ok, this took me awhile but alas my brain give you this.

Warning: Smut, a dash of angst, and all the fluff, friends to lovers

Word Count: 3378

Steve’s eyes kept glancing over to your empty chair in class as the teacher droned on about things he could care less about. Since that night after the game, he found himself being more lethargic than usual. It had been a couple of months since he talked to you but he did pass you in the hall a few times and, of course, still saw you during P.E. Every time you caught him looking, you would give him a soft smile before focusing on whatever else you were doing. 

He hated that you were being so kind to him. Part of him wished you would go back to glaring at him with disdain filled eyes so he could continue acting like he didn’t care. 

Steve had started seeing a girl he barely liked hoping it would take his mind off you. Jessie was nice enough and definitely pretty. She had this slightly vapid personality though that drove him up a wall but she was what the popular kids considered “acceptable.” 

This was the second day you hadn’t show up and he was starting to get worried. As the bell rang signaling the end of the period, he bolted to the lunchroom searching for your friend.

“Hey. You’re Y/N friend, right?”

Carrie looked up at him in utter confusion. “Yes? Why? Are you and Tommy missing her since you have no one else around here to make feel bad?”

He flinched at her comment and she caught it, scrunching her nose even further. “I, um, she just hasn’t been in class and I know…I mean…I just want to know if she’s ok, Carrie.”

Your friend sighs, feeling sympathy for his broken tone. “She’s fine, just sick. She caught a cold so she’s been at home. Y/N said she’ll be back after the weekend.”

Steve thanked her before running down the hall, out the door, and towards the parking lot.

###########

“Steve? What-what are you doing here?”

Loud knocking had startled you awake from your cocoon you had made on the couch. You thought it might be Carrie to bring you your homework from class but were totally throw off guard when you saw your old best friend standing at your front door.

“I talked to your friend and she said you were sick. You haven’t been at school…”

“Yeah, no, come in.”, you quickly usher him in as you close the door. “I just got a bit of a bug but I’m okay. My parents are visiting my aunt this weekend so I thought I could just rest here.”

His worried eyes scanned over your face as he reached out to touch your forehead. “See? No fever.”

“Can I keep you company?”

“Oh, Steve. I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Pfft. You underestimate me and my immune system.” He smiles cockily making you giggle. “What are you watching?”, he glances at the screen. 

“An Affair to Remember. We can watch something else—”

“No, no. I think it’s cute you still like these black and white movies.” He grins as he comes around to sit on the sofa and you follow him bundling back up in your blankets. “What’s it about?”

“It’s about two people who meet on a cruise who lead very different lives on land. They fall in love and give themselves 6 months to get their affairs in order and meet again at the Empire State Building.”

His smile grows as he watches you speak. Movies like this were always a weakness for you especially when you were feeling low. When he was younger, he would always sit with you and watch your eyes light up as you watched the cheesy romances or film noir style dramas unfold. 

Twelve-year-old Steve throws on his father’s suit jacket and hat causing you to chuckle at the sight; everything on him two sizes too big.

“What are you doing?!”, you laugh.

“If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life!” He tugs at your hand, twirling you into his arms as he tilts the hat up so you can see his face. “We'll always have Paris. We didn't have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.”

“I said I would never leave you!”

“And you never will…”

Steve had always loved doing little things like that to make you laugh. Truth be told he had only ever put in that kind of effort with you. None of the girls he dated ever got to see that side of him. 

Without thinking, his hand reaches out to brush some of your hair behind your ear. Your eyes didn’t leave the screen as you scooted your body closer to his and curled up into his side.

A pleasant sigh leaves your chest as his cheek rests on top of your head and his arm pulls you closer to his body. He had told you before he couldn’t be what you needed to him to be but right now all you needed was this. 

##############

You woke up a few hours later, placed flat on the couch with the covers tucked up over your chin. 

“Steve?”

“Yeah. Hey, I’m right here.” He came from the kitchen holding a tray in his hands before placing it on the coffee table in front of you. “How are you feeling?”

“A little better. I can breathe through my nose so…”, you laugh as he smiles. “What’s this?”

“Oh.” He sits on the floor and you slide off the couch to sit near him. “I have here grilled cheese and some tomato soup with some juice and a bottle of water. Your mom used to make this for me when I wasn’t feeling so hot. I still make it at home when I’m sick.”

You reach out and gently caress his cheek. “Steve, baby, why are you here?”

He exhales heavily as his hand comes up to take yours. “I don’t know…You weren’t at school and I just kept thinking…what if something happened to you? What if you were hurt or… I needed to know you were alright.”

“Does Jessica Sampson know you’re here? Or Tommy? Carol?”

“To be fair, I don’t think Jessie even realizes I’m not there. She’s so absorbed with her fucking hair; I swear one day it’s going to absorb HER and she’ll turn into that thing in The Addam’s Family.” You couldn’t help but cackle at his comment and he couldn’t enough. “I’m serious! She already talks in that high pitch voice.”

“I’m not here to make things difficult.”, he continued. “I’m so fucking confused, Y/N. To them I’m somebody. To my parents, I’m a nobody. I hate both options. I hate the somebody I am around them but I hate feeling nothing at home. I feel like I can’t win.”

“How do you feel around me?”

Steve flashes you a playful smile. “Before or after freshman year?”

“Surprise me.”

“You’ve always made me feel seen, like I matter. And how did I repay you? Forgetting your birthday and ditching you. Letting people like Tommy hurt you.” He pauses as he looks down at the floor. “Fucking you…the way I did.”

“What do you mean?”, you asked in a delicate tone. 

“You deserve to have someone make love to you. Y/N, we have yet to even do any kind of foreplay. I feel like I’m…using you.”

His eyes flutter shut when he feels your fingers run through his hair. “Steve, I’m not going to push you. I get it. I really do especially with how things are at your house. I just wish I could make you understand how much it hurt me when I lost you. You made me feel seen to and I loved the way you looked at me. I loved…you.”

You crawl into his lap with your back to his chest and he promptly encases you in his arms. 

“You understand how I feel. How long was it we had, honey?”

You smile softly as he quotes from the only movie he can seem to remember the lines to. Turning your forehead against his cheek you respond as Ilsa did in the film.

“I didn’t count the days.”

“Well, I did. Every one of 'em…”

##############

For the rest of the afternoon, you leaned against him watching tv or sleeping. As nighttime rolled around you felt one hundred times better. 

“Ok, I’m going to go take a shower because I imagine I smell like disease.”

“What does that even mean?”, Steve chuckles.

Grinning at him, you start to climb to stairs, pausing to turn your head in his direction. “Are you coming?”

The boy stumbles as he quickly rises, heading for the stairs and follows you to your bathroom. After turning on the hot water, you two disrobe and he holds your hand as you enter the shower. Steve is incredibly stiff at first, unsure of how proceed or if he even should as his fingers tenderly caress your cheek.

“You said we hadn’t done any kind of foreplay and I thought…since you’ve been making me such delicious meals…maybe I can offer you one of my own.”

“Fuck me.”, he stuttered.

Steve fell forward, kissing your lips before trailing them down you neck to your breasts. His mouth wrapped around your nipple, tongue playing with your erect nub as you gently moan. Descending to his knees, you reached behind his head to tangle your fingers through his damp hair as he kissed along your tummy. 

“I-I feel like I should tell you…no one has ever gone down on me before.”

His eyes squinted up at you playfully. “Are you joking?”

“No!”, you giggle. “You remember, the other guys we double dated with at most fingered me and then the one other guy I was with said he didn’t want eat me out because…because he thought it was gross.” You cringe as you say your last sentence and Steve’s forehead leans against your body as he laughs. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? Like this dude had no problem sticking his dick in something he thought was ‘gross’ but couldn’t fucking…oh my god…what an idiot.” The man lifted your leg and placed your foot on the edge of the tub. “I mean look at this beautiful pussy that belongs to this beautiful woman.”

A small moan falls from your lips as he leans his head between your legs and his nose grazes your clit. “Y/N, you smell so fucking good.” Your palms shoot out to balance on his shoulders as his tongue licks a long stripe through your folds. “Jesus… and you taste so fucking sweet, honey.”

“Please…”, you beg. 

He obliges, enveloping your clit in his mouth as he flicked it with his tongue. You had never felt anything like this before as he devoured you feeling overwhelmed by him with just his tongue alone. As you continued to whimper, he hummed in approval, the vibration hitting your core as your eyes rolled back. 

“Y-yes, Steve, please. It feels so…mmm.”

“Cum for me, honey. I want to feel your cum on my lips.” Two of his fingers breached your entrance, thrusting rapidly into you as he pressed his head as deep between your sex as he could, shaking it from side to side as he sucked on your nub. 

Your fingers clung to his hair as your hips grinded against him, stuttering slightly as you mewled his name and came harder than you ever had before. He quickly removed his digits, replacing them with his tongue as he drank you in. Your thighs trembled around him as you gradually came back down. 

“Steve…Steve, please. I can’t…”

As soon as he rose to his feet, you promptly wrapped your arms around his waist and panted into his chest. 

“Are you okay?”, he whispered.

“Yeah. That was…amazing. I’m just… I’m so tired.”

Steve couldn’t help but giggle. “Too much too soon? Come on. Let’s get you clean and into bed. 

###############

You woke up a little after midnight to the darkness of your room, Steve fast asleep beside you as your head rested on his chest. Before you both had crashed, you suggested he take off his jeans to get more comfortable as a friendly gesture but right now when you looked down you couldn’t ignore the massive bulge outlining his boxers. 

The first time he got a boner in front of you he was so embarrassed.

“Steve…Steve…STEVE!”, you whispered trying to gently shake him awake. 

“Mm, what?”

“You, um, are you having a good dream?”

“What?” He looked down, immediately jumping up from your floor and covering his lower half with his backpack. “Shit. Y/N, I’m so…so fucking sorry!”

“Steve, it’s ok! My parents kind of explained how…some mornings... for boys…” He groaned as he blushed. “It’s ok. I’m not offended or anything. Do you want to use my shower to…cool down?”

“Yes, please.”

“Ok and when you come out, I promise I will never mention this again!”

He flashes you another embarrassed but thankful smile as he runs to your bathroom. 

You grin as you look up at his sleeping face, your palm rubbing his stomach over his shirt. He still had some features of the boy you met all those years ago especially as he slept. He seemed so calm as his face relaxed. Right now, he wasn’t thinking about the kids at school or his parents. Steve wasn’t thinking about how he had hurt you or how much he fucking missed you every day. Right now, it was just you and him. Two best friends that found each other amid all the chaos in this word.  

You watched his face as your hand glided under the fabric and gently caressed his skin. He didn’t move as the pads of your fingers grazed over his happy trail to the hair along his chest. Carefully, you lifted yourself to a seated position as you continued to rub him. The cock in his boxers had gradually began to harden and was threatening to poke out of its confinement. 

Steve heavily sighed, turning his head in the other direction as your hand reached into his underwear to pull out his dick. You had obviously felt him inside of you so you knew he was big but seeing him in your tiny hands had you wondering how he fit himself into your body. No wonder he left you sore afterwards; not that you minded. 

As you slowly pumped him with your hand, you heard a tiny moan emit for his lips. Bending over his waist, you ran your tongue along his length from the bottom of his shaft up to his slit, leaving a tiny kiss before you repeated your actions. 

A small whimper left you as a long line of spit fell from your lips and you twisted your palm around him feeling him throb in your hands. A hand rested on your back and your turned to see Steve’s lust filled eyes meeting yours. 

“Does it feel good?”, you whisper.

“Baby, you have no idea.” Focusing back on your task, you wrap your lips around him and steadily bob your head. “F-fuck. Let-let me help you…” You lean out of his way as he lifts his hip to slide off his boxers and removes his shirt, tossing it to the floor. Grabbing your cheeks, he pulls you to him for a sloppy kiss as his tongue invades your mouth.

“Wait, Y/N.”, he pants as you continue to pump him with your hand. “I-I-I don’t want you to think this why—mmm—I came over. I really was worried.”

“I know, Steve. I know.”

“These past two years, I always thought about you. I—”

“Steve, it’s okay. It’s okay. Please… just fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me.”

He scooped you into his arms, placing your back against the mattress. After you tossed your clothes on the floor next to his, Steve’s hand gripped your thighs, encasing himself between your legs. 

“This is how I should have done it the first time, honey. I should have made love to you instead of fucking you.” His palm reached between your bodies, guiding himself into your entrance as your arms fly up to grip his shoulders. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”

Steve’s head fell beside yours, switching between kissing your neck and whispering in your ear as he pumped into you with long, deep strokes that had your eyes rolling.

“You should have been allowed to feel every inch of me, slow and hard. I know I can feel every part of you. Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Mmm, Steve.”

“Fuck, I love the way you moan my name. Say it again, Y/N.”

Your fingers wind in his hair as you wrap your other arm around his neck, whimpering his name as he thrusts into you a bit faster. He tenderly kisses up your jawline, lifting his head as he looks into your half-lidded eyes. 

“I should have told you how…beautiful you are. How I’m…mmm… never going to be that asshole again.” His own eyes close as his forehead falls on yours. “I’m never going to hurt you like that again, honey. I screwed up, I know. No one has ever cared about…mmm…me the way you did. I…I love you, Y/N…so fucking much. God damn. Can I cum inside you?”

You nod as you bring his head back down to the nook between your neck and shoulder. You couldn’t let him see you cry. He told you he loved you and that he would never hurt you again but you knew the truth. It was all a fantasy. Tomorrow he would wake up and go back to his girlfriend with his popular friends. He would say hello to you but that would be it. He couldn’t give up that life… He had promised you up until freshman year he would always be there for you…then he wasn’t…

Holding him tightly to you, your body shook underneath him as you came. A few moments later, his rhythm faltered and he grunted into your neck as he thrust his seed inside of you. 

You wiped your eyes before he could lift his head, delicately kissing your lips before pulling out of you. 

“Did you want to take a shower or?”

“No, Steve, I’m ok.”

He reached over to your nightstand, grabbing a tissue before cleaning between your legs. Steve laid back down beside you and to his surprise, you didn’t curl up on his chest again. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?” When you didn’t answer he sighed. “It’s because I said I love you, isn’t it? I wasn’t lying about that.”

“Hm. You love me but yet you’re with someone else.”

“Y/N, I haven’t even talked to her in three days. I’m not even really into her—”

“Wow. I’m sure she feels special.”

“God damnit, Y/N. I…”, he cuts himself off as he tries to gather his thoughts. “I don’t want to be this guy anymore. I don’t want to be someone I’m not. I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes emphatically meet yours. “I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll tell Tommy and Carol to fuck off. I’ll set every fucking kid in that school straight about you. I’ll go to school on Monday and remain on my knees all day because that’s where I belong. Forever on my knee, Y/N, begging for your forgiveness.”

You can’t help but chuckle making him smile. “Do you understand why it’s hard for me to trust you?”

“Yeah, I do. I’d like to prove it to you. Prove that I can be a better person than King Steve.”

You lean back on your pillows and roll to your side to face him as he does the same; just like you two used to do when he spent the night those many years ago. His palm brushes some of your hair out of your face before gliding down to the small of your back. You bring your body closer to his, resting your hand on his hip. 

“Ok.”

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[hollybell51]

ok so i had this idea for a while and i was wondering if you'd write it? i love your work so much your jack frost fic is just so 😭😭😭 and your jim hawkins one just 👌👌👌

anyways basically thomas x girl reader where the reader was taken by wckd and then was in the train but she got seperated from minho and felt really guilty about it because she couldn't find him and she was thomas's girlfriend before she got captured but becaus its been like months shes worried that he doesnt love her anymore but he reassures her that he stilll does and comforts her and all that

ovb optional but it'd be so cool if you'd write it again i literally love your stuff so much🥰

Ok first off, thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying my little hobbie! Also wow you really had this in detail huh. I like it, here goes nothing.

I didn't realise how much I'd miss you

Series masterlist, masterpost

Thomas x fem!Reader

The Death Cure (2018 film - Wes Ball) (I see you, "wckd", anon your movie fan is showing lol)

Word count: 1603

Summary: Anon asked and I delivered. You were taken by WCKD and rescued, alas without Minho. Returning to Thomas is great, but the guilt is eating you up. And what if absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder after all?

Content: hurt/comfort (physical and emotional), kissing, fluff, angst, "I love you"s, whump?? kinda.

Notes: ugh I love hurt/comfort so much thanks for this suggestion, I hope I did it justice!

You watched the sparks flying from the door, not really paying attention to anything. The other kids in the train weren’t any different, all of them quiet and subdued. Your wrists were stinging fiercely, a sharp reminder of your own failure to keep your friend from being taken. Minho’s look of dread was burned into your mind, the way he struggled against the WCKD guards as they dragged him away, leaving you behind.

Light streamed into the dim compartment, making you squint against the glare. Several others raised hands to their faces, murmuring exclamations or simply staring. Two figures walked slowly down the corridor, but you could only make out their silhouettes so far. Another figure followed them, stopping to hug someone close to where you knew Aris and Sonya were, then the person next to them.

The first two people were visible now, and it took your brain a second to register what you were actually seeing. It was Thomas, followed closely by Newt. Their hair had grown out and they looked a little older, but it was definitely them.

“Thomas?” you whispered, your voice hoarse from disuse.

His head jerked up, his eyes scanning the darkness. “(Y/N)? Is that you?”

“Yeah,” you said, “yeah, it’s me.”

He hurried down the space between the rows of seats, dropping to his knees beside you. Gently, he raised a hand to your face, his fingers brushing the bruises and cuts you knew were scattered over your skin. “What happened to you?” he breathed, a wrinkle forming between his brows.

You were stopped from answering by Newt, who joined Thomas, frowning at your shackled wrists.

“Bolt cutters,” he said, and someone handed him a pair.

Within minutes you were out of the chains, and Thomas’s arm was around your back, helping you stand. Your legs were shaky, and you stumbled a few times as you exited the dim confines of the transport container, emerging into blinding sunlight.

You raised a hand to your face, shielding your eyes while they adjusted to the sudden glare. All around you, people were moving in a frenzy of activity, kids straggling in thin lines from other containers like the one you were in, forming a huge crowd next to…

You did a double take. You were standing near a beach, and in the shallow water was a massive ship. It was under heavy repair, and looked like it could fall apart any moment, but it was still awe-inspiring. In fact, it was the first and largest ship you’d ever seen. 

It suddenly struck you that this was the first time you’d been by the sea. God, you wished Minho could have seen this. You could hear his laughter, practically see him pointing at the waves crashing against the sand. Your stomach twisted.

You inhaled deeply, flushing your lungs of the cloying stench of terrified teenagers stuffed into a shipping container, replacing it instead with the bitter tang of the ocean. The ocean. 

“We can skip Vince’s welcome speech,” Thomas said quietly, jerking you back to the present. “I wanna get those fixed up.” He eyed your wrists pointedly, then drew you with him into a tent that you hadn’t even noticed until he pushed back the flap. You’d been too busy revelling in the ship and the sea.

You stood in the middle of the space, not sure what to do with yourself. Thomas turned back to face you, and seeing your confusion, motioned for you to sit down on an ancient looking armchair. You did so, giving a satisfied sigh as the decaying foam seemed to pull you into itself, in a way that was decidedly motherly. You watched as Thomas rummaged through a few draws, finally coming over to you with a box labelled “first aid.”

Wordlessly, he rolled up your sleeves, then got up and went over to a jerry-can. He filled a bowl with water, brought it back over and knelt on the ground before you, frowning in concentration as he dabbed at the blood on your skin. His movements were methodical as he rubbed a strong-smelling cream into the cuts made by the shackles, then grabbed a cotton bandage and wrapped it gently around one wrist, following it with another one on your other hand.

“How did this happen?” he asked eventually, dabbing at a deeper cut above your eyes.

“Fought back,” you said simply, wincing as he moved on to the next one.

“Sorry,” he muttered, moving on to the last bruise – a hefty purple stain on your jaw. “Is that all?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, then bit your lip. “They took Minho, before you guys arrived.”

“Is that…?” he touched your bandaged wrists, and you nodded again.

“I tried to get to him, to stop them, but they were too strong and I was tied up.” Your voice cracked, and you turned your face away, embarrassed by the tears you could feel forming in your eyes. You couldn’t tell him what had happened leading up the transfer, couldn’t tell him about the months of “simulated variables” and daily drawing – no, draining – of your blood, the isolation that came with not even being able to see others at meal times. WCKD had learnt not to let you be together. There was strength in numbers, even more so when you were desperate. 

“Hey,” Thomas said softly now, gently cupping your cheek with a large hand, “it wasn’t your fault. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” His skin was warm and rougher than you remembered. There were new callouses and the familiar ones were harder than before.

“I should have…”

“No, (Y/N), look at me.” His eyes scanned your face, serious and sincere. “It’s gonna be ok, we’ll get him back.”

“Ok,” you said. “Ok.”

Thomas rose, packing away the first aid kit and placing it back in the draw. You watched, unsure. There hadn’t been a day that had gone by when you hadn’t thought about him. His absence, while it meant that he was sparred the torture you endured, was like a physical wound in your chest. The ache of not hearing his voice, not seeing him, not feeling him with you was like nothing you’d ever experienced. 

But, you wondered, did he feel the same? He hadn’t been alone, he’d had everyone else with him the whole time. Newt, Brenda, all the Right Arm’s people who hadn’t been captured. He’d been just as gentle with you, just as tender as he had every other time he’d touched you. He’d spoken to you as he always did, but somehow you didn’t think that things were just going to go back to how they were before your capture. 

You stood stiffly, crossing the room to stand a few paces behind him. Your fingers worked at the hem of your shirt, butterflies swirling in your stomach. Thomas turned, looked at you, then closed the gap. He didn’t hesitate to fold you into his arms, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “About all of it.” 

“Wasn’t you,” you replied past the lump in your throat. “I…” You choked, and finally, you let out all the fear and pain and stress of the last eight months, breaking down into sobs in Thomas’s arms. He rocked you gently, whispering “it’s gonna be ok” and “it’s alright” and “you’re ok” and “I’m here” into your hair.

“I missed you,” you sniffed when you’d calmed down enough to talk.

“Yeah?” he asked, rubbing circles on your back. You nodded, then lifted your face to study every detail of his expression. It may have been your imagination, but the line between his eyebrows that appeared whenever he frowned – which was often – seemed to have gotten deeper since you’d last seen him. His eyes looked darker too, like he didn’t spend enough time sleeping and too much time dwelling on sadness. But still he smiled at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah,” you said. 

He smiled again, the same smile whose memory had been the only light in the smothering darkness of WCKD. “I missed you too,” he replied. “I didn’t realise how much I’d miss you if you weren’t here.” 

“I don’t want to ever go anywhere without you again.” 

He laughed. “Maybe we should get someone to tie us together, just in case.” 

You rested your head against his chest, sighing. He’d missed you, he didn’t want to be away from you. But still, you had to ask… 

“Do you still love me?” 

“What?” His eyebrows shot halfway up his face, and he stared at you like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d heard. 

“I’m serious!” you protested. “It’s been months, and there are lots of other people here so I wouldn’t—“ 

“(Y/N), it is gonna take a lot more than you being kidnapped for eight months for me to stop loving you.” Then he frowned. “Do you still love me?”

You punched him lightly, then winced as pain shot through your wrist. “Yes, idiot.” 

He shrugged. “You asked first.” 

“Whatever.” 

“It doesn’t matter.” He ran his fingers over your cheek, along your jaw, tilting your face towards his. “You’re back, you’re safe, I still love you, and I am never letting you go.” He closed the gap between you, his lips soft against your own. His arms circled your waist, and true to his word, he didn't let go the entire time you kissed. It was by far the best – the safest – you’d felt in a long time, and you never wanted to be anywhere else. 

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[aeferkssr]

MEETING YOUR PARENTS - 5nemo boys !

!! 5nemo characters meeting your parents but they're actually meeting my parents lol! this is very self indulgent lmao and i will be describing my parents a lot so if you relate to any of these we the same person fr fr. also venti's is really crack-fic ish because he would do that and i kinda rushed this ☠️☠️ and i cleraly have favourites

✿ ｡˚︵ 사랑 𓈒 ˙ ｡ 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗬S !?

AETHER - OUTLANDER

○ aether just gives off the vibes of a mama's boy so i think he would have a really good relationship with your parents!

○ your parents love him, your siblings love him and even the neighbours love him!

○ when he first came over, the first thing he did when he walked into your home was to quickly scan the room for any embarassing baby pictures you might have.

○ not to tease you or anything... just to appreciate them

○ alas, he did find the wall with your entire family heritage from the last year and when he finished greeting your family he got his phone to take pictures of them

○ if you aren't really embarassed of them yoy best believe that he will change his profile pictures on all immediate social media platforms to that one picture of you hugging your cousins dog when you were 3.

○ if you were... then get ready for the constant teasing from him.

"you were soo cute as a baby, [name]! man, i wish i could go back in time and just" he puffed out his lips as he pinched his fingers together making goo goo gaa gaa noises "you know?"

"....no?"

HEIZOU - ANALYTIC HARMONY

○ he has met your parents before because of his line of work so he was very familiar wirh them. howevee, this was his first time mewting your parents as his.

○ to be fair, thats a little merve wracking but this detective has got it all under control!

○ he has done a little digging on your family just to find out their likes and dislikes (which you told his wasn't necessary and just plain weird)

○ when he actually met your parents he got uncharacteriscially nervous. you had to calm him down a little so that his voice wouldn't shake.

○ what if they don't like him? what if they think he's too much of a smartass to date you? what if...

○ all of his worries went away when he actually stepped into the house. maybe it was the fact that his lover was right next to him that eased his nerves....

○ ...or it was the alexa he saw out of the corner of his eye that replaced his fear with excitement.

○ as soon as he was finished introducing himself he zoomed over to the alexa and started to occupy himself with the ai.

○ soon, your whole family could be seen around the table as you qatch your dad and your boyfriend have an intense game of multiplayer feel the pressure.

○ oh they played all the alexa games, when they finished with feel the pressure yoy asked ti play song quiz and now you and youe boyfriend were competing against your mom and your dad.

○ surprisingly, heizou knew a lot of 80s songs so that helped you a lot in the long run.

○ at the end of the day, your dad ranked up two places in the world players for feel the pressure and made a life-long friend.

"psst, babe, you dad pulled ne aside and asked when the wedding was. and that he'd be glad to officiate it"

"i- um-" you turn to your father who was giving you a thumbs up "daddy... please..."

VENTI - WINDBORNE BARD

○ venti venti venti

○ vent wenti penti

○ yeah i like venti a lil bit

○ but yeah venti meeting your parents is an interesting experience

○ as well as heizou, he was also invested in your alexa and used it for most of the visit. not to play the games (but he would be really good at song quiz) but to play random songs.

"alexa, play when we were kids by twice"

"when we were kids by twice is only avaliable with amazon music unlimi-"

"DAMMIT"

○ yes this is venti's kpop idol arc

○ playing and singing along to the songs caught the attention of your family members. since venti is an enterrainer at heart, he started ti sing and dance even louder performing a show for your family

○ you jooined for some of the songs but most of the time you were videoing your boyfriend sing his heart out with a wooden spoon as a microphone

○ eventually, your family joined in with the song selections. the songs ranged from micheal jackson (where your dad could finally show off his dance moves from when he was wayy younger) to baby shark (which was venti's imput after saying how you baby him so much)

○ when it came time for venti to leave he played one final song: we are the champions by queen

○ as you guys sung the song, venti waved your phones flashlight around like a lighter.

○ overall your parents loved him teehee

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA - SCARLET LEAVES PURSUE WILD WINDS

○ mama's boy ii

○ no but he would be so so kind to your parents

○ like if he came over for dinner he would help set the table, or he would clean up

○ kazuha will most definetly gossip with your mom.

○ or even listen to her problems and come up with helpful solutions. (you're starting to think that your mom loves him more than you)

○ your dad on the other hand think he's a bit off

○ he says that since he is a man, he knows their intentions. and he thinks thar he is just going to use yoy for something and as soon as he gets it hes gone

○ but kazuha gladly picked up on your dad's resentment and reassured him that he had no ill intent with his child

○ and he did it in his usual calm demeanor

○ now your dad has MAD respect for him

○ go you omg

"you need not worry sir, i have no ill intent with your child." kazuha says as you catch his eye. his lips form a soft smile before continuing consoling your father

XIAO - VIGILANT YAKSHA

○ modern au xiao (heart eyes)

○ NOT BUT YOU GUYS WRITE HIM TO FINE

○ him always being a bit stand off ish and not interracting with others much but he just can't seem to get his eyes or his hands ofd of you

○ hearts hearts hearts

○ anyways, like he qas with most people he was very quiet around your parents. was it anxiety? was it just him being xiao? we'll never know

○ but all of his worries went away when he spotted the old wii console under your tv

○ he tugged the fabric of your clothes gently and motioned over to the console, his face a slight tint of pink

○ when you realised that he wanted to play on it you because as excited as xiao was when you agreed

○ you didn't have much games that still worked on it but you did get to play a wii version of call of duty that yo found at the bottom of your disks case

○ since xiao is a loser valorant player, he quickly adapted to the game but still struggled a bit with the controller.

○ time flew as you went through all of the cds that still worked.

○ from just dance, which xiao sat on the couch at got perfects while yoy actually stood up and danced and got goods. (xiao was secretly holding back laughter)

○ to the old tangled game you found that actually still worked, you two breezed through the games that were avaliable to you.

○ however, its never a wii night without some competition. during your final game, your family started to join in one by one. they fought against eachother, laughed with each other and overall had an amazing night

"the day was... fun. i guess. it was nice to spend time with you and your family like this. also we should definetly get a wii."

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[sweetrabbit]

admire from afar

pairings: Yang Jeongin x fem!Reader (and a little Lee Heeseung x reader)

genre: angst, unrequited, trainees to idols

summary: did Jeongin know this was how it would play out? did he know both their dreams of becoming idols would come true but it didn’t mean he would be by her side, but from afar?

warning/s: jealousy thats abt it i think

a/n: i know i don’t really write for idols but i really like how this played out so i hope any Stays will enjoy this!

“i’m sorry Jeongin, i don’t think this’ll work out.” those words ran through the poor boys head, but the only thing that yelled louder was the fact that she had called him ‘Jeongin’.

“i’ll be there at the sides watching you, okay? i hope we’re still friends after this.” she stood looking at his tall figure hoping to catch a glimpse of his dashing smile for comfort.

“oh… okay yeah.” he looked down holding back tears. this wasn’t easy for any of them, and it was gonna be even harder considering they share the same friend group.

“uh.. see you later, Innie.”

as he wished that nickname brought back butterflies and a soft smile like it did before, it only left his heart to crack while her figure retraced back to the building.

and like that trainee days came by a flash, now he was celebrating debuting with his friends and members, he watched the door all night hoping she’d come to at least celebrate with him, congratulate him but midnight struck and he was back at his dorm.

ding.

— ๑ —

my ynie <3: congrats on debuting Innie! i knew you could do it! :)

sorry i couldn’t come by, i had a bad headache :(

innie ^^: thank you yn! i really appreciate it :) i hope your headache is better now, we should hang out sometime!

my ynie <3: i’d love to! my treat as a congratulations, you can choose

ah i have to sleep now you know how training is, goodnight Innie, congrats again!

innie^^: oh goodnight yn, i’ll let you know when i’m free :)

— ๑ —

his eyes scanned the screen of his phone, a small smile appearing ever so gently realizing, he never changed her nickname.

and years had passed since that conversation, now JYP’s new girl group, CUPID had debuted, her group, and he was the happiest for her.

passing congratulations and going to a restaurant, his treat this time, for congratulations.

he was delighted to see her across the hauls no matter the tight schedule, even try to sneak a few glances at the room she practiced in.

till one day a new group set foot at the JYP building, but they weren’t even under JYP, they were HYBE’s k-pop boy group, ENHYPEN.

what were they doing here? they looked like lost puppies at the lobby.

“ah you’re arrived, sorry for making you wait a little, i’ll escort you to the practice room.” and her cherry voice rang.

“oh no it’s fine we didn’t wait that long, in fact we just got here.” Heeseung stumbled between his words causing his members to snicker behind him. his heart tugged as he watched her look at Heeseung with the same admiration she did when they were trainees.

and every time he passed by her practice room it was always filled with laughs and giggles, and he was jealous, it was supposed to be him.

but he never thought he’d catch a glimpse of Yn and Heeseung holding hands and smiling at each other, conversing about whatever topic was up in the air.

oh he was furious, he was just as good as Heeseung, actually he was better. the most adoring smile, has the cutest dimples, and he had known her far longer than he has, he was always there in her ups and downs, when she cried because she thought she’d become a terrible leader, he was there to comfort her, he was the one that took her on a date as a debut celebration, not Heeseung.

but alas, he should’ve known it wasn’t the two of them that was gonna rule the world. he was too blinded by the jealousy, he failed to check every small detail, of the way her eyes sparkled brighter when she was with Heeseung, the way her grin grew wider when he’d bought her flowers and the pink that dusted on their cheeks prying away clammy hands once the couple had realized Jeongin’s presence.

had he realized the similarities between him and Heeseung? did this situation feel familiar to when Beomgyu had walked in on them being lovey dovey? most likely not, and sure it would take some time for him to finally let go of what they had in trainee days, they were only young and naive.

he couldn’t do anything but admire her from afar.

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taglist: @i2abella

#jeongin x reader #i.n x reader #i.n skz #i.n #jeongin #yang jeongin #yang jeongin x reader #stray kids #skz #skz jeongin #skz i.n #jeongin fanfic #i.n fanfic #jeongin imagines #i.n imagine #jeongin x you #jeongin x y/n #i.n x you #i.n x yn

[audioaujom]

26: Victim’s Memoirs [wrong end 3 ★4]

Corse Party Hub, next >

This is wrong end 3 ★4 from Chapter 1! If memory serves, this was originally a 3ds exclusive ending, but was added to the remastered PC version released a few years ago. The messed up/censored text will be translated at the bottom for anyone interested since I did alter it slightly from the original canon victim's memoirs.

Pairing: Ranboo and Tubbo

Word Count: 2332

Chapter TWs: Mind Manipulation ("Darkening")

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“Hey, what's that?” Ranboo asked randomly, noticing a loose leaf sheet of paper tucked between some floorboards on the ground in the classroom he and Tubbo were investigating.

Tubbo shrugged, not really paying it much mind as he tried to rifle through some desks further away. “Dunno. Looks like notebook paper.” 

“I think there’s something written on it…” Ranboo couldn’t help himself, crouching down beside it and trying to get a better angle on the hastily scrawled writing.

“Read it to me.” Tubbo called, not looking up from the desk he had his face stuck in.

“What?” Unimpressed, Ranboo grabbed the page and stood up, walking over to Tubbo with a frown. “Why would I do that?” 

“I'm dyslexic.” Tubbo answered simply, looking up with a grin.

“That doesn't mean you can't read!” Ranboo protested, Tubbo checking the desk to make sure it was stable before hopping up on top of it and sitting down.

“What if I'm too lazy to do it, then?” 

“Somehow worse.” Ranboo glared, but it didn’t bother his friend in the slightest. He finally gave in, sighing, “Here. I'll read it first, see if it's too difficult for you.”

“You're the best.” Tubbo grinned even wider, letting Ranboo scan the page before passing it over to him.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — Let Our Parting Be But Temporary I send thee flowers, my beautiful flower, as thou wait'st eternal for my return; beautiful flowers thou canst see. And shouldst I e'er break free of this hell, and retake my place at thy side. These words I couldst never say and these feelings I couldst never give will all be laid bare for thee. — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

“Cool. Love poem. Odd place for it, but… who am I to judge?” Tubbo looked up, tossing the paper off to the side after Ranboo didn’t seem to want it back.

“Most of the papers in here are more… um… ominous and awful.” Ranboo conceded, wandering back to the front of the classroom to continue poking around. “Wonder who wrote it.” After wandering out of the first classroom and rounding the next corner, Tubbo noticed the similar looking paper before his friend and ran over curiously. “Oh! Maybe this is a sequel to that love poem.”

“That doesn't concern you at all?” Ranboo asked, despite the fact he was already hovering over Tubbo’s shoulder as he crouched down to pick the paper up.

“Of all the things here that could concern me, this concerns me the least.” The blank look he shot back over at Ranboo was met with an eye roll, the two looking over the paper at the same time.

“...fair.”

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — Alas, the only flowers that bloom in hell are white as freshly fallen snow. So on a lark, thy heart—pure as a heart can be—I wish to stab with pins, and scatter the petals. Let the white flowers be dyed red by thee you poor, poor boy! — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

“What in the Edgar Allen Poe?” Ranboo laughed a little, an odd feeling starting to build in his stomach from the weird writing.

“No, but it kinda is!” Tubbo nodded approvingly, setting it back down on the floor with a laugh of his own. “In a horribly disturbing kind of way.”

“Yeah, because Poe’s stuff wasn't disturbing.” Rolling his eyes, Ranboo started poking around the rest of the classroom to see what else they could find.

“I wouldn't know.” Tubbo grinned, watching him look around before adding, “You poor, poor boy~.”

“Don’t joke about that, it’s weird!” Ranboo chastised, the two going back to their hunt in relative silence, only commenting about the occasional bodies, nametags, or particularly ominous bloodstains.

Eventually deeming this classroom empty, they decided to try their luck on one of the higher floors and quickly climbed the closest flight of stairs. Hunting around the hallways, they quickly both spotted another paper, looking similar to the other ones they’d found so far.

“...more?” Ranboo asked, a little nervous, both of them bending down to look at the same time.

“Looks like.” Tubbo nodded, finally starting to pick up on his friend’s worry. “You can go first.”

“How gracious of you.” Ranboo huffed, standing up with it but holding it out at a distance they could both see it from.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — woe is me woe is the me who never stopped loving thee even if thou choosest to move on i will always love thee forevermore forevermore forevermore foreverm woe is you you poor boy who has left me after carving thine name in both heart and skin i want to show it to thee to prove that it is thine and that i still love thee you poor boy you poor poor boy — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

“You know… normally I don’t mind poetry, but I gotta be honest, boss man, this is the weirdest shit I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Tubbo commented after a minute, Ranboo nodding instantly.

“It’s getting really creepy, for sure.” Tossing the page aside, Ranboo hugged his arms in a little tighter to his chest, glancing around to make sure there wasn’t anyone watching him as the hair on the back of his neck started to stand on end. “It’s starting to freak me out.”

“Starting to?” Tubbo scoffed, crossing his arms but also taking a quick survey of their surroundings. “I’m starting to think we’re the poor boys, since we’re being subjected to these things.”

“Always a possibility.” Ranboo trailed off, letting the paper drift back to the floor before heading towards the classroom they had just passed and poking his head in the door. As if looking for it, he immediately spotted the notebook paper in the corner of the room, with words hastily scrawled on it in the same light pencil as last time. “How many of these are there?” He complained loudly, his feet already carrying him over to the page.

“Only one way to find out!” Tubbo jogged past him, swiftly picking the page up and starting to read it.

“Tubbo, wait—!” Ranboo reached out to grab the paper from his friend—something about these pages was giving him a seriously bad feeling, but he was a moment too late as Tubbo angled it so they could both see and he gave in to his own curiosity.

“Too late!” 

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — didn't want to see your face, you poor boy your face is for no one but me, you poor, poor boy as you burn in the fires of hell, you poor boy i continue to live here, you poor, poor boy i am not dead yet, you poor boy let our par**** ** *** ***pora** y** *oor p*** b** — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Anything past the last few letters was completely caked with blood, the rest of the writing obscured by the still damp covering of red.

“You spoke too soon, Tubbo. This is the weirdest thing we’ve ever laid eyes on.” Ranboo spoke first this time, Tubbo agreeing quietly.

“Are you starting to get a really bad feeling?”

“If you mean the kind of bad feeling that would make me actually pee my pants, then yes. Yes I am.” Ranboo nodded seriously, though Tubbo chuckled a little at his awkward ramble. “These notes are getting really freaky, maybe we should stop reading them.”

“Yeah…” Tubbo didn’t mind the silence that hung between them after, understanding the anxiety Ranboo was feeling even as his was slowly overtaken by a strong, overwhelming curiosity.

If there are more, what do they say?

Scouring the rest of the floor was surprisingly uneventful, though it only served to grow the boy’s panic. Ranboo continuously fiddled with his hands while they looked around, the panic giving way to a slowly building dread that was heavy in his stomach.

Climbing the new flight of stairs felt like they were drawing closer to something awful, him hesitating before finally making it to the landing as Tubbo looked at him curiously.

“You alright?”

“This place, it… it makes me feel really, really bad.” Ranboo answered as best he could, Tubbo’s silence urging him to continue. “I don’t like it. Like, I know I’m not supposed to like some random haunted elementary school that feels like it’s in another dimension or something but I really, really, don’t like it.”

“I get it, but we can’t really do much other than continue exploring.”

Tubbo was right, unfortunately, so all Ranboo could do was trail nervously after his friend as they found themselves near a set of bathrooms right by the top of the stairs.

They both spotted the blood covered page at the same time, Ranboo freezing in place as his dread became so heavy he couldn’t imagine taking a step closer to it. He turned to say something to Tubbo, but the boy was already running forward to scoop it up.

“Alright, fuck it.” Tubbo called as he jogged over, picking the paper up and quickly scanning its contents. “I'm too curious.” 

“No, don’t—!” Ranboo reached out to stop him but was too late, Tubbo’s eyes going blank by the time he reached the bottom of the page. He carelessly dropped the paper to the floor, slowly walking back towards Ranboo with an empty expression.

“Tubbo? Are you okay? What happened?” Ranboo tried, watching Tubbo slowly shamble towards the stairs. He glanced back over his shoulder at the rather innocuous looking page, curiosity and concern driving him to walk over to it even as his gut screamed at him to run. “Is it the note? What did it—!” One glance at the half-obscured writing had his head pounding, his vision going blurry with strange dark spots. “Ah!”

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — **U CA* **ST DIE Y*U **OR **Y AP***GIZ* TO ME W*** **UR DEA** *OU POOR ***R B** IM GOIN* ** R** **UR INTEST***S FR*M Y*** B**Y **U POO* *OY AND MAKE RED FLOWERS BLOOM A** ****AD A** *VER THAT WH*TE SKIN O* **URS YOU POOR POOR BOY TH** **NT EV** ** *BLE TO TELL WH* YOU A** AN**ORE ***N IM DONE WI** YOU Y*U P**R B** YOU *OO* P*OR BOY **U POO* *OY *OU POOR ***R B** YOU P*OR BOY Y*U P**R POOR B** Y*U PO*R B** YOU POOR POOR BOY — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

All he saw after that was black.

Ranboo was collapsed in a heap on the floor when he finally managed to pry his eyes back open, his head still distantly pounding as he groggily sat up and looked around.

“Tubbo? Are you here?” He called into the empty halls, a quiet wind whistling through broken boards the only answer he received. “Where’d you go?”

Awkwardly wobbling to his feet, he headed for the steps, remembering vaguely that his friend had been heading in that direction before he’d passed out.

What happened? Was it… the pages?

He continuously called his friend’s name as he slowly made his way down the steps, heading into the closest classroom after making it down to the second floor. Not finding anyone in there, he headed back towards the stairs to head down the other hallway, trying that classroom instead.

“Tubbo?! Tubbo!!” His cautious calling turned to a cry of relief as he spotted Tubbo sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, ignoring the dread that was building back up from the blank way he was staring off at the wall in front of him. Ranboo was quick to grab him by the shoulders, shaking him gently to try and get his attention.  “...Tubbo?”

“Poor boy… Poor boy…” Tubbo mumbled quietly, rocking a little in his seat and not even slightly acknowledging his friend’s presence. His voice was odd and flat, a strange darkened sheen having taken over his normally vibrant eyes. “Ranboo… You poor boy. You poor, poor boy.”

“Tubbo! What happened to you?!” Ranboo was completely panicked now, shaking his friend harder in desperation. “What's going on?! Tubbo!” 

The dull, humorless laugh that came out of Tubbo had Ranboo jerking back, his mind torn between screaming at him to run and crying out for Tubbo to come back to his senses.

“Tubbo! No, please!” 

The laughter turned almost inhuman as it pitched up, shrieking and hysterical as Ranboo backed away further with the feeling that something terrible and irreversible had happened to the other boy. 

How much time had passed since they’d gotten stuck in here? It had only been a couple of days at the max, but it felt like a horrifying eternity. Hungry, tired, and nearly desensitized to the constant and ever present violence and madness, it was like Tubbo had finally shattered from everything. The laughter died down, his head lolling forward as overgrown bangs hung in the way of his lifeless eyes. “...Ranboo?”

Ranboo’s head shot up as Tubbo sounded… normal. He wiped at his face—When did those tears get there?—and walked back over towards his friend hopefully. “...Tubbo?”

“Ranboo…” Tubbo seemed close to tears, Tubbo reaching out to grab his shoulders again as a spike of relief shattered the stone of dread.

“Oh thank god, have you finally come back to your senses? You have no idea how worried I w—” 

“Ranboo… you poor boy.” Tubbo cut him off, any semblance of himself gone from his tone in an instant. Dark, glazed eyes turned their attention to him, an unnaturally wide grin spreading across his face as he mumbled emptily, “You poor, poor boy…”

Horror crashed down on Ranboo like a wave, his heart and hopes smashed as he stumbled back a step. The laughter was back, gurgling and spilling out of Tubbo in gross waves, Ranboo’s panic overloading as he fell to his knees and clutched at his head in anguish.“I can’t… I… I can’t… take this… any… more…” He couldn’t see anything in front of him anymore, unsure if it was the mess of ice cold awful feelings that had overtaken his body or the strange dark mist clouding in from all sides, his own voice sounding foreign as all he could manage was to scream, “I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!”

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Translated Notes

Note 4/5

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — didn't want to see your face, you poor boy your face is for no one but me, you poor, poor boy as you burn in the fires of hell, you poor boy i continue to live here, you poor, poor boy i am not dead yet, you poor boy let our parting be but temporary you poor poor boy — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Note 5/5

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — YOU CAN JUST DIE YOU POOR BOY APOLOGIZE TO ME WITH YOUR DEATH YOU POOR POOR BOY IM GOING TO RIP YOUR INTESTINES FROM YOUR BODY YOU POOR BOY AND MAKE RED FLOWERS BLOOM AND SPREAD ALL OVER THAT WHITE SKIN OF YOURS YOU POOR POOR BOY<br /> THEY WONT EVEN BE ABLE TO TELL WHO YOU ARE ANYMORE WHEN IM DONE WITH YOU YOU POOR BOY YOU POOR POOR BOY<br /> YOU POOR BOY YOU POOR POOR BOY YOU POOR BOY YOU POOR POOR BOY YOU POOR BOY YOU POOR POOR BOY — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

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[lucio-have-mercy]

I wish I knew how to tell my therapist that when I said, "Yeah, that's fine." after he asked me if he could scan, frame, and hang up a doodle I made in his office,

I really meant to say,"Absolutely not. The thought of that scares me. In fact, I hate that we've just been doodling the past 4 sessions or so!",

but, alas, that's what I am in therapy for.

[nobleclover]

New Samhain

It was a cool October evening as Jake fastened the golden buttons on his cloak close to his neck. Sure, it was a hand-me-down vampire costume cloak that his older cousin had lent him, but even with the frayed ends, it still looked pretty decent regardless. After adjusting it a little, he took a moment to examine his reflection from head to toe, grimacing menacingly to see if he looked scary enough. Nodding approvingly to his reflection, he wandered downstairs just as his mother, Audrey, was shaking a bag of sweets into an orange dish while dressed as a witch.

While his grandparents’ house they moved into was in the middle of nowhere, she still had experience handing out treats when she was a girl and wanted to provide any trick-or-treaters with a decent haul. Halloween was one of Jake’s favourite holidays, alas, he wouldn’t be able to go trick or treating this year. Audrey’s car needed to be taken into the garage and unfortunately any other possible valets were busy or unable to drive them around.

“Jake, are you ready for the trick-or-treaters?” his mother asked, setting the orange dish on a wooden table in the middle of the hallway.

“Yeah, no worries, mam. Just wish we could travel up to that fair on the pier and walk around a bit,” he hummed, scanning the front window for any upcoming cars.

“I know darling,” Audrey replied morosely, “still, we’ll make the best of it while we can!”

Just then, the doorbell chimed. Jake and Audrey scurried to the door and jamming the key into the lock. Slowly, the key turned and Audrey asked in a sly, creepy tone akin to an old lady, “Who is there?”

The door suddenly pushed against her and a young girl with messy brown hair and wearing a heavy greyish-brown coat poked her head through the gap, looking confused at the state of dress of both Jake and his mother. Switching her gaze from Audrey to Jake, she enquired, “Uh, what are you wearing?”

It was Úna, a young girl close to Jake’s age, carrying a cracked bucket that she most likely picked up from the beach near their house. The hallway looked very different to her, adorned with fake spiders, long strands of synthetic web and a banner pinned on the wall. Any girl her age would know what Halloween was, but not Úna, for she was a selkie, who’s only recently gotten acclimated with Jake and Audrey.

“Oh, hello, Úna! Did Jake invite you to spend Halloween with us?” Audrey asked.

“You mean, Samhain? It’s what my mama and papa always called it. They said that’s what people on land call it. I didn’t know the name changed. Also, I just wanted to see what you were doing since my pod is looking for fish near here.”

“Yeah, guess your parents haven’t been on land in a long time,” replied Jake, “still, I can show you how to have fun on Halloween! We’re going to watch scary movies -”

“Not the ones with gore and violence,” his mother sternly added.

“…Well, slightly scary movies, we’ll play games, eat barmbrack, tell scary stories and dress up! You don’t have to dress up if you don’t want, it’s okay! I know not a lot might happen, but we can still have fun somehow!” Jake added.

Úna’s eyes widened with interest, as she was now eager to take part in those activities Jake had been rambling about. She wasn’t sure about the scary stories or movies, but nonetheless, it was definitely worth staying to experience the festivities.

“I didn't think that you'd have to dress up. What are you supposed to be?"

"A vampire, a monster that drink's other people's blood!" he replied slyly while stretching his cape out.

"Ok..." she uttered, puzzledly. "Trust me, it's a lot of fun! Even better is if you get to scare people!"

"Whoa, really? I guess that does sound fun!" she replied, "too bad I don't have anything..."

“It's fine. There's always next year! So, what do you wanna start with? Movie or games?” Jake asked, buzzing with enthusiasm.

“I wanna try the games! What kind of games do you play for Samhain nowadays?”

Jake paused, trying to think of games to play, which was the only one he knew, before his mum replied, “Well, we’ve got apple bobbing, pin the tail on the cat, the witch’s hat ring toss, plenty to keep you occupied!”

“Exactly!” Jake added, glad that his mother provided these suggestions

“How long do these games go on for?” Úna enquired, before all of them heard the doorbell chime again.

Jake dove to switch the lights off while his mother stood by the door. Úna took two steps back into the darkness of the kitchen, but just far enough so that she could see what would happen. Audrey slowly opened the door, disguising her voice as an old hag’s again as she asked, “Who is there?”

A young boy around Jake or Úna’s age not dressed up in costume entered, quickly looked around before grabbing the orange dish off the wooden table and walking out. Jake quickly stepped out from the shadows to grab it back off him before he got shoved onto the ground. As Jake sat back up, he cried, “Did ya see that, Ma?!”

“I know, the little maggot!” she declared, clearly angry that some little kid made off with a whole dish of treats.

Suddenly, Úna ran out the door after the kid, clearly incensed that some little chancer had stolen from her good friend and his mother. It didn’t matter if the gravel hurt her bare feet, she was determined to retrieve the dish from that little halfwit. Both Jake and Audrey peered out the doorway in surprise as she ran down the road.

The young selkie was hot on the kid’s tail as he sprinted as fast as his long legs could carry him. He was about to turn into the driveway of a different house when Úna leapt forward and tackled him to the ground. Packets of sweets scattered all over the ground, some falling in a small ditch beside the road, as both of them scratched and clawed at each other furiously. As the fight seemed to reach a boiling point, the headlights of a car illuminated the road and prompted them both to look up.

***

As Audrey trudged quickly down the road, her new boots digging into her skin and her makeup running down her face, she stopped when she saw a small crowd close to a driveway, with voices being raised, Úna as well as the thief being amongst them. Sucking her breath in, she braced herself for the oncoming storm and walked over.

The crowd of adults looked up when they saw her and a man asked, “What in the name of God are you doing at this hour?”

“I’m sorry to bother you,” she huffed, clearly tired from walking fast, “but…I’m here to collect my niece, she was running after someone who stole our dish of sweets.”

“Ah so this one is yours?” another man enquired, pointing an apprehensive Úna out, “Plus yeah, the thief in question was Mrs McFadden’s son here, even tried to nick the bucket we left out for the kids tonight!”

A woman rolled her eyes and retorted, “He doesn’t know better! There was no need for that other child there to throw him to the ground and scratch him like an animal!”

Audrey held back a smart remark in response to this woman’s nonsense but couldn’t help but frown in response.

Mrs McFadden then glared at Audrey asking, “And she’s your niece is she? Did your sister or brother raise her to be wild? Hm? You’re okay with that?”

The second man then cut across from her, clearly annoyed, “Ah for god’s sake, Janis, give it a rest! Leave the woman alone, her niece just got upset, that’s all!”

Another woman standing nearby then said, “It’s not her fault that your precious boy goes round causing trouble! You should –”

Mrs McFadden then started arguing back and forth between two of the other adults, their words becoming indistinguishable. The sweet thief caught Audrey and Úna glancing disapprovingly at him prompting him to look away in embarrassment. Just as well, Audrey wasn’t standing here all day and started walking back with Úna. The man who spoke first then approached her, uttering, “I’m sorry about this, you take the chiseller back with you and relax for the night.”

“Thank you, and sorry as well for all this palaver,” she replied.

The man nodded cordially in response before handing back the orange dish, with whatever bags of treats remained intact in the scuffle, some of which were slightly covered in dirt. Both Audrey and Úna smiled and waved him goodbye.

***

Back at the house, everyone was enjoying the treats that were left over from the evening, and laughing at Úna’s account of events. She was now dressed up in an old purple cardigan with a long white shirt underneath, covering her seal coat. After much thought, she decided to dress up as a human.

“Pfft! Did you seriously smack him across the face?” Jake chortled.

“Haha, yeah! He looked like he was about to cry before we left! He deserved it anyway! He called me something that one of the men said was a bad word!” she huffed.

“Don’t go repeating it here at the table, Úna,” Audrey advised, “wouldn’t surprise me if that little worm learnt it off his mammy.”

“Okay, still, this was a fun night! I really enjoyed it! I can’t wait to tell Mama and Papa about it! Wish I had something as a way to remember it.”

As if on cue, Audrey took out her phone and began opening the photo app, chuckling, “Well, who’s to say that we can’t take one more photo? I’ll even print it off and make two copies for you both!”

Úna gasped enthusiastically, squealing, “Thank you!! I would love that!”

Jake sat up and added, “Nice one! Wait till you tell your pod that you dressed up as a human!”

“I know it’s not convincing enough, but I might find some other clothes to pass off as one better! They won’t know the difference!” she giggled.

“Pretty sure those people thought you were human when you kicked the crap out of that brat!” Jake retorted.

“Alright, alright, get ready for the photo, you two!” declared Audrey, adjusting the focus on her phone.

Jake and Úna stood side by side in preparation for the photo, grinning eagerly as Audrey motioned for them to stand closer. The two friends haven’t had a photo taken together before, so this was possibly the first of many mementos showcasing their friendship.

“Now, I want you to give me big smiles and say ‘Halloween’!” Audrey announced.

“HALLOWEEN!”

[mass-effect-2-mod-jack-haxv]

Amazing Mass Effect Fan Art Imagines Jack With Long Hair

💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥 Instructions to install included in each. If you use these mods, please consider donating to girlplaysgame. Thanks for your support! Download all my mods here. Glam Hair Shepard has never looked so great! IMHO, this was how Shep was always meant to look. Miles Away Hair Glamourazzi alert! Wavy Hair Another wavy hairstyle for Shep, because even with the reapers attacking, she still wants to look amazing. Lake Hair Channeling her inner Veronica Lake with the long hair and the curled ends. My personal favorite mod : 5. A more practical but still cute for all those combat situations Shep seems to get into … 6. Combat Ponytail There are some transparencies with this hair in certain scenes for light hair. If you have a dark-haired Shepard, this mod should be OK. Fishtail Braid So fresh and so clean. Looks great with vibrant colors : Paragon Scarring Replace the red renegade scarring with some blue paragon scarring! I can easily make other colors available as well — let me know! PSK file. Easy Instructions using. Skip to Step 8 under Manual Instructions! Manual Instructions using. UPK file. Click on the file that appears in the left window and then LOD 0 should appear in the right window. Now you can close Meshplorer. It should find an update and a popup will ask you if you want to update it — click yes. Open Texmod and load the. It opens the google drive page but i can not download them. I was wondering if there was another way to do get them. The last one is just perfect for the party in Citadel DLC. But where i can find the outfit that your shep wears on the first picture? I love absolutely love all your creations! I notice you have on the outfit with the tank top, do you have the diff files and udk for them? I know you are busy, thank you for your time on this! I wish I could take credit for that mod, but alas it was created by someone else. I appraciate the reply though I have tons of fun with your mods! If I had an option to donate more money instead of ten I would have. It is worth way more. More people should donate! Hmm, did you try doing a manual replacement by extracting the. If you only want to do one, you have to do a manual replacement see my Advanced Modding tutorial. Great idea! Thank you! Although I did make skinny jeans with holes and a short shirt which is rathher cute. Let me know if you want a copy! Not as rad as your stuff though! Thank you for the tip! Then i have a problem to get the aria-alliance dress to work. I followed your steps and when you star texexplorer to scan for all. Then you let it run a second time to realize its really not working. So, my question is, is there any other option for me available to get this thin to work? Ps: Im testing some of your Hair mod for fem and menshep and i recognized that for the menshep hair floppy, that there are some hairs missing if you have several angle of views…. OH, and i tested the wavy hair mod and it kind of looks like michael jackson…that was creepy ;. Hi Jack! I hope that solves your problem! Also, yeah, the mshep hairs have no undergone as much testing as the female ones so there might be some issues. With the male ones especially, there seem to be weird transparency issues during some scenes. I took down the leon hair mod to fix it, it will go back up eventually :. I got it at work and the aerie face with the sunset hair looks just awesome; garrus will love it! But the aria-aliance-dress problem ist still accurate. Actually its step 10 that got on my nerves. I cancel the scan you mentioned in your tutorial, but i got no option to load a pcc… Maybe im too dumb to get this thing to work… would you mind to give me a step by step adwise about what i have to do starting at step ten? I did everything else and I tried the sunset. By the way, some of the hairstyles works perfectly fine without TexMod for my Shep. For some reasons, poor Diana Allers start looking creepy, but, who cares about her? Actually, ME3Explorer deserved my eternal love just because it allows to get rid of the fuss with TM in most cases. I have followed all of your instructions and did trial and error, but somehow I can't make it right. So myb you can help me here.. I still confused about when the new hair style will take place. So I installed the mod first, then did the new game with my imported ME2 character and when I choose my hair, the new hair isn't there. So I guess, maybe the hair will change itself after the game begin? Or should I play for a while first with my old hair without installing the mod , then use the mod, and resume the game? I wanna use the sunset hair it's so amazing but I wonder, is blonde the default color for the hair and can I change it into dark red? That's all. It depends which hairstyle you end up replacing. Start your new game, then use Gibbed to edit your save file. You can also use Gibbed to change the haircolor, etc. Hello again GPG : Let me start by stating that I have successfully modded brooks hair into my game preciously. Now I want to use your combat ponytail one but my game crashes on loading my edited save. I went back through gibbed and made sure all three lines I added were correct no extra spaces. I also use ME3 Explorer to do a tocbin update again and still it crashed. So i thought that might be the problem. I made it work. If anyone his having problems with this: yes. That was one of my problems. Is there anyway to install these custom hair mods into the first Mass Effect? But I have a problem, my game is always loading…Why is that? My Mass Effect 3 is pirate copy of the original…Is because of that? Sorry for my bad english. No, I use a pirated version as well and it works fine. Look at the FAQ for possible reasons for endless loading or game crashing. Thank you for sharing! Hi, I followed your instructions for Mila and the other hairstyles, but all of them have resulted in having really dark hair colour. My current shepard had light blonde default but now has this ugly blackish tone. Is there any way to retain the hair colour or any colour with the new hair? I got the combat ponytail to finally work messed around too much beforehand with mods but the texture looks really bad. The texture makes he hair look almost like paper, and all blocky around the head. Is there something i missed? Tried without just for the hell of it as well. Including the swapping of. My hair was all blocky around the head as well and then I went back to the Texmod instructions and followed them exactly and voila, natural hair. Can you help? I tried use just texmod, but my Shep baldheaded now.. I use space dress simple with texmode, and its look beautiful! Why i cant use its with hair? Thank you for this mods! I deal with this problem, but there appear one more- game is not loaded, when i use full tutorial. Just a thought. Is this right? Is this the right place to be asking this? Yes, it is possible to made a. Excuse me but are the links gone? I have no clue where to download the. Imma noob, sorry. I just wanted to say thanks I got it working just fine following your instructions. I also wanted to ask if any of these were possible for use with the Xbox or is that out of the question? Hey, why is diana allers hair is affected in this mod. Her hair is not looking like a hair at all please help. I love your hair and all your mods for that matter but I follow the instructions and my game crashes every. Do I need to edit my hair in gibbed first? I cant figure out the problem. Check the FAQ for possible reasons. Most commonly, the crash is caused by failing to run the tocbinupdater. Yes, if you looked in the FAQ, you will see you need to use her custom face texture. Hey GPG, I desperately need your help! I really want to try your mods they look beautiful! I updated the pcc on me3explorer, put the right codes for Gibbed. Your email address will not be published. Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Search for:. Newer comments. What is the Face Code of your Veronica Lake 4. Lake Hair? I really love that face!! This mods are awesome! Thanx a lot! What do you mean the screen messed up? Textures smere across the screen. I wonder if you have made anything for ME1?? This game definitely needs some seriously modding! 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[buttercupsbitch]

The World Turned Upside Down

secret santa gift for @jumpingjoy82

(sorry abt the hamilton reference it seemed like a good title)

Marinette was seven years old when her maman and papa sat her down at the dinner table and flipped her world view on its head.

“It doesn’t mean we love you any less. We wanted you so badly, cherie.” 

The sentiment was there, she could tell, but it didn’t make her feel better. Firstly, for her to be adopted, she had to have been given up. Someone somewhere looked at baby Marinette and decided they couldn’t raise her. Was it a financial issue? Were they young? Was she a difficult baby? These were questions she wanted answered so badly but would never know.

Turns out, private adoptions are ironclad. Even if her biological parents wanted to find her, it would be nearly impossible. Her parents, adoptive ones that is, chose it that way on purpose. They wanted to be in control of any contact Marinette had with her biological parents and decided the best way to do that would be to insure no contact.

Marinette’s second problem with being adopted was why did her parents adopt her? They confessed it was after many years of trying to have their own. To have a biological baby that would be theirs, through law and blood. That meant Marinette was a backup plan. The second option. If they hadn’t had fertility issues, they never would have looked her way, so somehow, being chosen didn’t make her feel better. The thing was, Marinette wasn’t sure they were meant to be parents. Sure, they supported her. When they remembered they had a daughter.

The bakery took up the majority of their time with early mornings to make pastries and late nights doing clean up and prep for the next day. Sometimes, Marinette didn’t see either one for weeks, other than passing them in the bakery, until there was a slow day for business, and they finished early enough to decide to have a family dinner.

Marinette decided if she could come up with all of these awful things about being adopted by herself, she didn’t need any bullies at school to add to her list. So, no one else knew that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was adopted.

——————————————————

         She kept her secret for seven more years. ‘A lucky number, Marinette. Good for relationships. It means to rise,’ she could hear her maman saying. It was during Biology with Mademoiselle Mendeleiev while she was in collége that it finally got out.

Punnett squares had been her worst enemy ever since.

“Okay, I’m going to draw an example on the board and you guys will help me fill it out. If the top of the square is brown eyes, which is two dominant genes, and the side is brown eyes, two dominant genes, what are the possible offsprings?”

Marinette isn’t sure how the questions made the gears turn but before she knew it, Alya was throwing her hand up next to her. 

“Yes, Alya, you know the answer?”

“Well. Sort of. If there’s only one possible outcome, how could two people with brown eyes have a child with blue eyes?”

Marinette was beginning to wish she had skipped school that morning. She knew the biology unit was beginning that day and she could have at least postponed the revelations her class would surely have.

Alas. ‘Twas not to be.

“Alya, that wouldn’t happen unless one of the parents had a close relative, such as one of their parents, with that recessive gene. So, the answer would be brown for the most part. As Alya pointed out, there are outside factors that can change the possible outcomes but for the sake of simplicity, we’re going to assume normal factors.”

At least Alya waited until lunch to question her.

“Hey, Mari, is your phone background still you and your parents,” Alya asked in a way Marinette was sure she believed was casual.

Marinette nodded. “Yeah, it’s us at the movie premiere since it was such a big event for the bakery. Why?”

“Oh, no reason. I was just curious. Do you mind if I look at it?”

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Marinette handed the phone over. Alya quickly scanned the photo until she had made up her mind.

“So, what’d you think of the lesson in Biology today? Pretty interesting stuff, huh?”

“Alya. I know I’m adopted,” Marinette said, not wanting the conversation to drag on longer than necessary.

“Why didn’t you tell me? How long have you known? How’d it happen? Who are your parents? How old wer-”

Marinette quickly cut her off. “I was a baby, it wasn’t your business, and you’ve met my parents. Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng. That’s all I know. I was seven when they told me.”

In Alya’s defense, she looked shameful towards her outburst at least. 

“I’m so sorry, Marinette, I should've thought about how you felt before I pressed into this.”

Marinette had to resist the urge to roll her eyes, but she managed. “It’s fine, Alya, but I would appreciate it if you didn’t mention this to anyone. I don’t think anyone else put it together and I don’t want to deal with the millions of questions I am sure to get. I really don’t have answers for most of them.”

Alya didn’t look like she wanted to agree but she didn’t have much of a choice and she knew it. Luckily, no one else brought it up to her. 

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After that fiasco, Marinette was sure that her parents would understand her questions about her biological parents. Of course, Marinette was very grateful for what they had done for her but a part of her wanted to know. Were they designers? Did they both have the same color eyes as her? Was she even French? Or Italian like her Papa? Or Chinese like her Maman?

They didn’t. Every time she brought up the idea of contact of some sort, but she was shut down and asked why she wanted to get away from them so badly. Because of course that's the only reason she could be curious about her biological family. Totally not because they are literally her blood, and she wants to know about her heritage. 

A few months after the biology unit, Alix came into class with an interesting side project.

“I just spit in a tube and they could tell me all about where my family is from. We knew most of it, of course, but some of it was new. Evidently, one of our cousins is Irish and did the same test so we got to connect with them and everything.”

If anyone noticed how many questions Marinette asked about how to purchase the kit, it wasn’t mentioned to her face. 

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Two weeks later, Marinette was sending her own kit off, without her parent’s knowledge. She had made sure to have the results sent to her email address only and not to mark the box that informed any blood relations. She didn’t want any of them to come looking before she could tell her parents what she had done. All she wanted to know was her ethnicities. Where did she come from?

Three weeks after that, Marinette had all but forgotten about the test. What had seemed like a monumental decision had turned into a waiting game that she quickly grew bored of. Checking her email became disappointing so she stopped. She figured nothing important was in it, that was why there was such a hold up on her results. Marinette had never been more wrong in her life. 

It was after school one day that she found out. She had been walking home when she passed one of the two alleyways between her house and Francois DuPont only to be pulled into said alley. When she had yanked her arm away and whirled around to look at her attacker, assuming it was an akuma, but instead was met with a boy. Not even someone her age, he was a few years older if his height was anything to account for.

“Uh, excuse me, monsieur,” she asked. 

“Marinette Cheng-Wayne are you aware of who I am,” he questioned in nearly accent less French.

“No, and that is not my name. I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Wayne is not one of my surnames. Who are you?”

“I am Damian Wayne.”

Marinette waited for him to tell her what that meant but clearly the boy was waiting for a reaction. Assumingly to his name. “Okay, but why am I to know you? You stopped me on my way home. I did not seek you out.”

The boy, Damian, looked a little offended at her insistence. “You mean to tell you sent for the DNA test with no knowledge of what it would bring?”

“DNA test? What do you hav-'' Marinette stopped herself mid-sentence. She was sure she had asked that relatives were not informed. How could this have happened? She was so careful; she hadn’t even seen the results herself. She wanted no names, just places. She was so careful. The results must have come in but she hadn’t checked her email in a few days. Oh, how could she have let this happen. Damian, her relative, cut her spiraling thoughts off by clearing his throat with a Tt sound. 

“Oh, pardon me. I did not expect any contact considering I asked the company not to inform my relatives and not to include names. I am adopted and my parents did not want me to meet my biological family but I wished to know my heritage so I was going around them in the only way I could find. I have not even looked at the results,” Marinette rambled to this stranger while standing in an alleyway. 

“Be that as it may, the company had no choice but to inform us. I was the one to find the email, but I am sure the rest of our family will soon find it as well. Should you decide you wish to stay out of it, you will have a much more difficult time than you think. Our siblings are rather…insistent.”

“Our- I’m sorry did you say siblings? As in you are my brother and I have at least one more and a sister? Was this in the results?” The panic Marinette had felt before returned tenfold and she was having a hard time concentrating her thoughts on the situation at hand and not on everything else that could happen. 

“Yes and no. I am the youngest and your only brother. The rest are adopted by our father so they claim the titles but have no real stakes.”

“Oh, yes, please tell me how adoption isn’t a real family bond after the only topic of our conversation being how I am adopted and don’t know my biological family.”

Damian cringed. “I am sorry for that. I should have thought before I spoke. Truthfully, they are as much your siblings as I am but if they were to hear me say that I would never be left alone again.”

Marinette rolled her eyes at him. “Yes, normally, thinking is important to do before you speak. Now, if you don’t mind, I will be going home, the place I was supposed to already be. Would you like to accompany me?”

Damian seemed hesitant but nodded anyway, following her out of the alley and into the nearby bakery.

“Maman, Papa, this is my friend, Damian. He’s a friend of Luka’s and is going to help me with his birthday present Juleka asked me to make for him,” Marinette called to her parents as they went up the stairs but the pair in the bakery did not seem to notice at all other than her mother shouting an “Okay!” as they passed. Neither looked up to see what strange boy was following their daughter into their home. Damian furrowed his brows at that but said nothing. Marinette noticed anyway. 

“They’re just busy. When the crowd dies down, Maman will come up and ask me about it. Though, she will accept whatever I tell her.”

Damian clearly didn’t like the response, but he left it alone anyway.

“So, you’re the youngest? That means all of you are older than me, huh?”

“I am sixteen, so yes. The oldest is Grayson and he is twenty-nine years old. Next is Todd at twenty-two, Cass is also twenty-two. Drake is nineteen and Brown is not adopted officially but she is eighteen. Gordon is also not officially adopted as her father is still alive and is a decent parent but she is thirty, though she will likely tell you she is twenty-eight just to make fun of Grayson, who did not realize she was older than him for about two years.”

Marinette could not keep up with the names or ages of the siblings that were supposedly hers but she did catch that they must not be their first names. Brown would be a strange last name for a person, she thought. Perhaps not where they were from. Where are they from?

“That is a lot of siblings. They are all adopted? If our father took in all of these children who had no homes, how did I end up at an agency?” Marinette regretted asking as soon as she finished her question. This was not a crisis to put on her brother. She could save the issues until she could properly speak to her father. “I am sorry, I should not ask that of you. I don’t expect you to answer for his actions. I am just very surprised. I always assumed I was given up because they couldn’t care for me or did not want children but clearly that was not an issue.”

“Truthfully, I am unsure of how this happened but I can assure you that our father was not aware of your existence. If he was, you would not have been adopted. He cares deeply for his children, even if he cannot seem to tell any of us. I was not in his care until I was twelve years old because my mother did not inform him of my conception. He still took me in when I needed it and kept me even though I was a lot more trouble than I was worth.”

“I am sure that is not true. Family is almost always worth the trouble, especially if it wasn’t your fault. Though, one could argue that secretly meeting your sister would count as trouble,” Marinette teased. 

Damian laughed. “Yes, that is true. When Father discovers I took his plane without permission, he will not be happy. Too little, too late, Todd would say.”

“You took his plane? He has a plane? You live far enough away to need a plane to meet me? You give me more questions than answers, Damian.”

“I suppose I do. Yes, our father is fairly wealthy, which is why I assumed you knew who he was. I assumed you were doing this for the money, but clearly, you have no idea who he is much less his fortune. We live in Gotham, New Jersey.”

“Gotham? Isn’t that like the most dangerous place in America? A successful man lives there and isn’t consistently robbed blind? My favorite artist is from there and he admitted that he has to have multiple high end security features to keep his apartment safe in the best part of town there is.”

“I don’t suppose you are talking about Jagged Stone, are you?” At Marinette’s nod, he continued. “I saw that article as well. Our brothers are rather fond of his music since he grew up with our father and regularly visits the manor for dinners.”

Her number one client and supporter regularly had dinner with her biological father and she had never known. She couldn’t help but laugh at the realization and the laughter quickly turned to tears, despite her best efforts to remain composed. 

“I am so sorry. This is a lot of information. My favorite rockstar casually has dinner with my biological family. I don’t really know how to react to that,” she said as tears rolled down her face.

Damian nodded, though he seemed much more uncomfortable than he had a few moments before. “Understandable. Why don’t you take a few days to read over the results and let me know what you plan to do? I can leave my number for your response. If you do not want contact, I will erase the company’s email and make sure your relation stays buried. No matter what your decision, I wish for you to keep my contact in case you ever need it. However, I do believe that you should at least attempt a relationship before you cut ties. As overbearing as they can be, our family means well. They love very deeply and with their entire hearts. It is something I was not prepared for when I was thrust into their dynamic but I would not trade them for anything.”

Marinette nodded and he left her to her thoughts. She had noticed how he referred to them as ‘theirs’ even though they had never met her. He was so sure they would just accept her into their family that she wanted to believe him, but the idea that they might want nothing to do with her prevented her from doing anything else. In one afternoon, her entire life view was changed again. But this time, it was expanded. What if they did want her? What if her mother had done the same thing as Damian’s and hidden her from their father? Marinette knew better than to bank on a particular outcome but, nevertheless, she realized she wanted to know her family. 

#maribat secret santa #maribat event #maribat #damian wayne #bio dad bruce wayne #marinette dupain cheng #batman #ladybug #miraculous ladybug #mlb x dc #adoption angst #a little ooc bc i have adoption angst and i got a little too into it #sorry abt that

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How do you love?

Like a fist. Like a knife.

Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things; “The Good Fight”

Pairing - c!Technoblade x gn!Reader

Warnings - angst , blood mention , fighting ( verbal )

Note - this is for the lovely @oh-mcyt​’s 400 follower event! i suggest you check out their works, as well as the other participants in the event. i do hope that you enjoy.

Word Count - 0.9k

prompt -  “What happened to us?” “What happened to us? It was all you”

content below the cut!

It was all too much. How you hadn’t realized that much earlier was beyond you. Day after day, it was all the same. The scent of death had become far too familiar to you. The sight of crimson was once you always saw, even after it had been cleaned. The nights you’d stay up, waiting until the early hours of the morning to feel a familiar warmth against you. Alas, it never came, and you knew that it likely never would.

Your lover was a complicated man, one that couldn’t easily be satisfied. It wasn’t your fault, gods no- you were the world to him. You were his beginning and his end, his day and his night, his- well, his everything. You were the reason he laughed when everything felt lost, a stupid joke to fall from your lips that would throw him into a fit of hysterics. You were the reason he always used the same shampoo; because a lifetime ago, you said you loved the smell. You were the reason he understood what true and honest love was.

No, the reason he was always left dissatisfied was for reasons you could never comprehend. The way he always felt the need to let blood spill, not even caring for so much as the name of the poor victim. The way he always felt the thirst for liquid crimson to be insatiable. Try as he may, he could never be satisfied with the bodies that would pile, with the blood that would spill.

The wooden door shuts with a quiet creak as Techno enters the place he’s called home. For how long he was gone, he didn’t know. Time was irrelevant to him now. All he wanted was to fall asleep with your figure wrapped tightly in his arms. He wanted to feel the warmth of your body against him, the gentle combing of your fingers through his hair as to lull him to sleep.

Today, however, and for the rest of time, that would be nothing short of a dream. He finds your body perched against one ring of the ladder, your eyes as dull shade as you stare at the floor, lost in your thoughts. This wasn’t the person he knew, the one he loved. It was almost as if someone else had crawled into your skin, a stranger in his home.

His voice comes gruff, something you’ve only heard on occasion as he calls your name. It’s wary, almost, the way he talks, taking cautious steps towards you. “Why are you still up? What time is it?” His voice holds no concern, it’s condescending. That alone makes your eyes snap to him, scanning over his face for some telltale that this was a joke.

“Why am I awake?” Your voice is dark, something he’s never heard before. Your nose scrunches up, showing your distaste. On any other day, he’d find the quirk adorable; but this wasn’t the time, nor the place. “Tech, you’ve been gone for days. You didn’t say a word when you left, and you come back expecting it to all go back to normal? For everything to be fine?!”

Oh, how he wished he was in the right mind to understand your points. He wished he could have comprehended your pain, your betrayed feeling as he came home. But at that moment, he couldn’t understand. “You’re not hurt, and I’m not hurt, so yeah, I’d say we’re fine.” His voice is louder, louder than he’d ever spoken to you. Its defensive is what it was, an attempt to keep his composure and not break.

“We aren’t fine, Tech. You come home after days, weeks sometimes, without even a message! You give me no sign that you’re okay, or that you’re, gods- that you’re even alive! How can you say that’s okay?!” Your voice cracks, and you can tell that you’re losing it. How could you not, when the man who promised you the world couldn’t even come home?

Deep down, a part of you tells you, it cries to you, that you can’t blame him. He’s just a person, a person who’s broken in more ways than one. A person who feels though he can only solve his problems through blood. A person who needs you, at the end of it all. However, right now, in front of the man you once called the love of your life, you can’t help but call that part of you a liar.

He rolls his shoulders back, cracking his neck to the side and staring down at you with hateful eyes. It’s a sign to say he’s losing it too. His composure, maybe, but really; he’s losing you.

“What happened to us?” His voice is quiet, a stark contrast from before. You can feel the pain in his voice, yet you can also tell how hard he’s trying to hide it. “What happened to us?” Your voice is shrill as you look at him incredulously. His ruby eyes bore into yours, tears threatening to fall. The sight breaks your heart, but it wouldn’t be the first time it had been broken. “It was all you.”

The words fall from your lips with a certain venom that told him this was it. He had taken your kindness and loyalty for granted. He had thrown it all to the wind, and for what. Was it worth losing you? You hoped it was.

#worm writes #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfic #mcyt fanfiction #techno x reader #techno x you #techno x y/n #techno fanfic #techno fanfiction #technoblade x reader #technoblade x y/n #technoblade x you #technoblade fanfic #technoblade fanfiction #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #dream smp fanfic #dream smp fanfiction #mcyt angst #techno angst #technoblade angst #dream smp angst

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The Five Scares (and one revenge)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing 

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having a tendency to scare people, Corpse has gotten used to his friends being jumpy whenever he appears from the void into a Discord call with them. However, the one who has it the roughest with the spooks has to be his partner Y/N. Basically: The five times Corpse scared Y/N and the one time they scared him

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your lovely request it was a real joy to write and I had a ton of fun doing so! Hope you have equally as wonderful of a time if you happen to come across it and give it a read despite the long wait you’ve had to endure which I apologize for. Love, Vy ❤

I

Having had to go home for the night to keep an eye on their roommate’s dog, Y/N and Corpse agreed to have a video call before they fell asleep. They didn’t want to appear like that typical clingy and cheesy couple but after spending almost a whole week curled up in Corpse’s apartment, the two would feel each other’s absence to a very saddening degree to the point where they’d even forget the other isn’t around and would call out to them. 

Letting the call ring, Y/N’s hand comes up to smooth out their hair. However, the touch reveals to them that their hair needs a bit more than a simple tap or a pat to be tamed so while they wait for Corpse to answer the call, they quickly head to their bathroom. Flicking the light on, their reflection greets them with the underwhelming news of the actual state of their hair at the moment: an absolute mess. They proceed to do their best with the single hair-tie they have handy. A bobby pin or two would be neat but they have no time to go and grab one right now, seeing as how they can’t recall if they even brought them back from Corpse’s apartment. If they didn’t, they would have to search their roommate’s room for some which would take an even longer amount of time.

Eventually, they manage to tame it in something closely resembling a presentable ponytail and exit the bathroom feeling more exhausted than before. With a loud sigh, they crash onto their bed, face-first into the sea of pillows, groaning at the slight sting of their muscles relaxing at last.

“Y/N?“ The decently loud mention of their name by a deep, familiar yet sudden and unexpected voice startles them to the point of squealing and jumping an entire inch away from where they were positioned.

They look around their room in a frenzy, wondering where on Earth that voice came from and how it could be here with them right now.

“Y/N, you there?”, before they could locate it, it emerges once again, helping Y/N get an ide of where it’s coming from - somewhere in the messed up bed sheets.

“Corpse?“ They finally find their voice, “Y-yeah I’m here. Question is: how are you...“ and then it all clicks, causing them to twist their face in an expression of utter disappointment and bury it in the palms of their hands, groaning.

“You forgot about the video chat, didn’t you?“ Corpse asks, amusement not even attempted to be hidden in his voice.

“Yup.“

II

It’s been one hell of a day. Y/N’s college lectures exhausted them to a max and their six hour job following their classes did nothing to help them AT ALL. Quite the opposite actually. Makes sense why they look, move and talk the way they’re doing right now: like a ghost, zombie and an elder combined in one. To add to their misfortunes for the day, they were met with the mocking ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign taped to the doors of the elevator, laughing in their face with the information that their hellish experience for the day is far from over.

Just the thought of having to climb to the fifth floor made their stomach turn in the most unpleasant way possible, but the though of how long that would take made matters even worse. Arriving at their designated apartment, they have every right to be pissed, cussing their heart out. 

However, then comes a new problem: the inability to pinpoint the correct key. They proceed to curse themselves, the keys, the door handle and the door itself before punching the poor wood that did no wrong and just stands here, serving its purpose of keeping unwanted people out of the apartment it’s guarding.

Following their anger outburst and front-door-abuse, they proceed to try finding the correct key once again, this time slightly more calmly as to not accidentally miss it in their frantic rifling.

Right as they’re about to try the third key, however, the door opens. Well, it’s opened by someone on the other side, that someone being none other than their boyfriend Corpse who’s currently staring at them wide-eyed, one eyebrow raised, the word ‘confused’ basically written across his face.

While he’s processing the sight in front of him, Y/N lets out a little scream, jumping back and away from the door, a hand placed over their chest as their wide eyes scan their boyfriend who now seems equally terrified as a result of their reaction.

“Corpse?!“ They manage to gasp, barely hearing their own voice over the loud thumping of their heart and the rush of blood in their ears, “What the hell are you doing here?!“

The confusion on Corpse’s face deepens, reaching whole new levels as his eyes gaze deeper into theirs, searching for the meaning behind their bizarre question. “You mean...at my own apartment? What am I doing, at home?“

For a few seconds, the two just stare blankly at one another, processing everything that’s just happened. Suddenly, it all just kinda caves for Y/N and they burst out laughing, doubling over, their arms clutching at their stomach as they do so. Their laughter is contagious, so Corpse can’t help but let out a few chuckles himself.

“Alright, you’ve been driven to insanity, I can tell.“ He mumbles at his reckless partner, coming up behind them and wraps his arms around them, lifting them up and carrying their laughing ass inside.

III

Finally deciding to sit down and get this damn project started, Y/N already feels like they’ve had enough of it, burnout already creeping in and threatening to ruin their work and trip them up every step of the way. It wouldn’t have been so bad had the subject not been one they absolutely despise and wish they could get out of studying but alas they’re stuck with it.

They equip their headphones as soon as they plant their butt on the desk chair in their tiny room in their tiny roommate-shared apartment, putting their Spotify playlist on shuffle as they open a blank Power Point document. They work better with music blasting in their ears since the silence tends to be too loud and distracting when they’re trying to focus. So, that way they can also sing their heart out in peace and not get disturbed by the sound of their own off-key singing. Win-win, basically.

Singing ‘Never Forget You’ by Zara Larsson and MNEK, they get a little carried away, ditching the project to enter a full-blown music video they can imagine down to the detail in their mind.

However, there’s a surprise awaiting them.

As soon as MNEK’s part of the song begins, another voice apart from his echoes through their headphones, singing along to the song. Freaking the fuck out, they let out a loud scream, smacking the headset off them, sending the object falling and landing on their laptop keyboard with a crash that only serves to further startle their roommate’s dog which comes to check if they are being attacked or something only to be disappointed by the lack of action.

When pushing the headphones off, they did so with a force strong enough to snap the cable out of the laptop entirely so now the room is filled with the sound of that same foreign voice laughing his ass off.

A voice that belongs to no other than Corpse Husband himself.

“You gotta learn to disconnect from Discord calls, Y/N.“ The fucker says, still cackling wholeheartedly at his partner’s misery.

Pissed off or not, Y/N would have to admit he’s got a point. But they’d also rather never speak again than admit it so...

“Fuck you!“ is what they say instead, seconds before disconnecting.

IV

Making breakfast is not something either Corpse or Y/N are used to, mostly cause they both either wake up late or skip the meal entirely. Regardless, having been given a day off from work and having no classes since it’s Saturday, Y/N saw no better way to start their day off than to prepare a nice breakfast for them and their boyfriend to enjoy. Problem is: they aren’t the most skilled in the kitchen. Sure they can scramble an egg or make mac and cheese, but in order to do it correctly they are not allowed to have distractions of any kind. Not even music, that’s how you know it’s serious.

Seeing as how Corpse has never seen them cook, he’s obviously unaware of theirs. The dummy straight up waltzes into the kitchen, unintentionally remaining unspotted and unheard by Y/N because he’s barefoot and because they have their back turned to him.

“Whatya cooking over there babe?“

Y/N’s focus bubble, being as thin as it is and considering they initially thought Corpse was still asleep, they have every right to let out the yelp they just did, dropping the egg they were gonna crack over the pan in said pan in its entirety - yes, shell and all.

A moment of silence commences: regretful on Corpse’s end and frustrated on theirs. Neither of them dares to say anything to avoid triggering the other. Well, that’s the case until Y/N decides enough’s enough and they turn to look at him, a wide, obviously fake smile plastered onto their face.

“Scrambled eggs, following a secret recipe, property of the L/N family.“

Seems like your pre-breakfast snack is an extra large dose of sarcasm, huh?

V

“So, how was your day? You sound pretty chipper so I take it wasn’t a nightmare like a few days ago.“ Corpse comments over the phone, listening to shuffling and shifting as Y/N moves around the apartment, getting ready to head out.

“It was great actually. Got some important results back and, not to brag or anything, but they were higher than I expected.“ They reply, a genuine wide grin refusing to leave their face as they silently count the amount of money they’ve got in their wallet. “I’m gonna go buy a cake so we can celebrate it. It’s no small deal, trust me, especially not when I initially thought I’d fail both these exams to the point of being pitied.“

“Wait...-“ Corpse attempts, his voice suddenly sounding strained and urgent but that’s the very reason he cannot seem to find or get the right words out of his system. Not that Y/N gives him any time to figure it out.

“No Corpse, you cannot change my mind. Cake and beers, we’re celebrating toni- SHIT!“ They scream as they throw open the front door, bumping square into someone standing on the other side, almost dropping their phone.

Taken aback by embarrassment and fear, they leap back, their eyes searching for the ones of the person whose personal space they just invaded. Well, to be fair, he was the one invading their personal space by standing right outside the door to their - well, to Corpse’s apartment.

The fear and irritation die down almost instantly when Y/N recognizes the person standing opposite them.

“Mind telling me why we’re talking on the phone when you could’ve come in and we could’ve had a normal person conversation?!“ They snap, ironically enough - they’re still holding the phone to their ear.

So is Corpse whos is smiling guiltily, “That’s why I called, I forgot my keys, but I got...carried...sorry.”

Well, at least this serves as proof Y/N’s not the only forgetful one.

                                                            ~  ~  ~

Corpse has been stuck in his recording room for four hours now, never stopping his stream to take care of his basic human needs such as eating or going to the bathroom. This behavior of his has Y/N worried sick and unable to focus on the task at hand - an assignment they’ve been trying to finish for two hours now, sitting with their computer on their lap and looking hopelessly at the blank Word document waiting for them to fill it up while they are waiting for it to start writing itself.

Seeing as how neither are gonna happen, not until Y/N puts their mind at ease, they slowly put the laptop aside, standing up to carefully skip on over to Corpse’s recording room to check on him, stopping by the kitchen to grab him a snack and a bottle of water along the way.

The door to the darkened room is open a crack, as usual, suggesting they can enter without knocking - this also means he’ll probably not hear them even if they knock so the whole gesture would be pointless. Not that Y/N has a tendency to knock or anything... Waltzing in, they find that the only light in the room is the very faint and dark glow of the computer screen which is displaying a dark and dingy room from a first-person view of the protagonist of whatever game Corpse’s currently playing.

“Corpse?!“ They whisper-yell/hiss at him, trying their best to grasp his attention without startling him - they don’t need to be told that the game is of the horror genre and the last thing they need is for their boyfriend to flip backwards and fall out of his chair because they scared the shit out of him. “Hey?!“

Neither attempts prove futile so, despite their best instincts telling them differently, they walk over to him and tap him on the shoulder. The reaction, while within the realm of expectancy, is a lot more startled than they expected, accompanied by a scream on top of all. They’d never heard him scream in fear before, it’s quite amusing if they’re being honest.

They suppress a snicker as Corpse’s wide open eyes meet their squinting ones in the darkness, “Y/N...babe...what is it? Is everything ok?”

Y/N rolls their eyes, “No, everything isn’t ok. Your unhealthy habit of forgetting to take care of yourself, for example.” They put the snack and the bottle on the his desk, giving him their best disappointed-parent look before turning on their heel to strut their way out of the room. However, just as they are about to make their exit, they stop right at the doorframe, giving their stunned one final glance over their shoulder with a smug smirk playing across their face, “Oh and by the way, that’s what I like to call revenge.” Just like that, they leave, pushing the door back into its previous position.

And boy, is it some sweet, sweet revenge.

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter nine rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

You were quiet in the cab ride home. Peter was talking a mile a minute and all you gave him were small smiles and fake laughs every now and then so he wouldn’t suspect anything was wrong. He was too happy about how well the evening had gone to notice.

“Do you want to come back to my apartment? You can sleep over if you want.” Peter asked with a shy smile when you got to your floor. You didn’t want to lie in bed all night with Peter when you were literally lying to Peter, so you faked a yawn and stretched a little.

“Not tonight, babe. I’m a little tired.” You lied. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay Pete?”

Peter looked a little disappointed but you knew he understood.

“Okay, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He went to kiss your lips but you turned so he only got your cheek. You pretended not to see the confusion and hurt in Peters eyes at your actions. You went into your apartment and went out the window immediately, needing to blow off some steam as Venom.

It didn’t take long to find crime, or for crime to find you. You soon heard the shrill cries of a panicked woman.

“Someone help me! He’s got my son!” She screamed. You immediately morphed into Venom and followed the sound of her voice. You climbed to the top of a tall building and scanned the city. Your eyes landed on a man running away with a small child struggling in his grasp. You jumped from the building and ran after the man at full speed. You caught up to him easily and blocked his path. You shot a web at the child and yanked him out of the mans grasp. At that moment, Spider-Man jumped down from the sky and landed between you and the man.

“Hold this.” You demanded and handed the child to Spider-Man. Spider-Man took the child and looked at you, the eyes on his mask squinting in confusion.

“What are you gonna do?” He asked as he bounced the child on his hip.

“Eat.” Venom said simply before bolting after the kidnapper who had took off running.

“Find the mom and get him to safety.” Venom called back to Spider-Man.

When you tracked the man down, you snatched the man up and suspended him in the air. Venom quickly swallowed him whole and fled the scene.

You found the mother just in time to see Spider-Man reuniting her with her child.

“Here you go ma’am.” He said kindly. The mother took her child and smiled at him gratefully.

“Thank you Spider-Man. I don’t know how you do it. You’re a hero.” The mom praised. Spider-Man laughed softly.

“I do my best. Stay safe.” Spider-Man waved kindly. The mother thanked him again and left with her son. Spider-Man turned to walk away as well but you stopped him.

“What the hell was that?” You roared. “You just took all the credit for saving that kid. You didn’t even do anything. We saved the kid, we killed the man, you were just the delivery boy. Why didn’t you tell the mom that we helped?” Spider-Man looked as taken aback as a man in a mask could look. Granted, your Y/n was showing. You were speaking in your Venom voice but it was really you talking, and Spider-Man seemed to notice the difference.

“Oh. I’m-I’m sorry. It’s just, you’re kinda scary and the kid was already super freaked out. I didn’t want to make it worse by him seeing you.” Spider-Man answered. He didn’t mean to offend you but his words hurt.

“We’re not scary. We saved that boy.” You said in defense.

“Yeah but, you’re honestly terrifying man.” Spider man laughed awkwardly. “Even I’m scared. A little kid wouldn’t want to see a hideous monster right after nearly being kidnapped. No offense.”

It almost seemed like he was trying to compliment you. Venom was much more hurt by his words than you were. At the end of the day, you could look like a regular person while Venom was stuck looking like a “hideous monster.”

“Don’t talk about her like that.” You shouted in your own voice. Spider-Man looked around for who the new voice came from. 

“Did that come from you?” He asked.

“It came from us.” You said, back to the low Venom growl.

“See it’s things like that that make you terrifying.” Spiderman continued. “That kid would’ve wet his pants if he saw you. I’m a nice, friendly face that people can trust. Really, no offense dude, but no one wants to see your face.”

You took a menacing step towards him and roared. He backed up instantly and held up his arms in defense.

“Woah woah woah please don’t put your eggs in me!” He shrieked. “I’m just stating the facts. You will never be a hero, if that what’s you’re going for. New York isn’t going to feel safe with a monster like you on the streets. If I told that mom that you were the one to save her kid, she would’ve ran straight to the cops. It might be better if you just went back to the planet you came from.”

He was trying something new. He knew he couldn’t physically beat Venom in a fight, so he tried using his words instead. His girlfriend was so good with words and he wanted to make her proud. All he knew was, he needed Venom out of the city.

“You’re wrong. We’re not a monster.” Venom growled. You just stayed silent.

“Fine. Monster. Alien. Whatever you want to be called, it doesn’t matter.” Spiderman waved his hand. “Because all anyone will call you is dangerous, scary, and a threat. You’re better off leaving earth and never coming back.”

“We’re not leaving.” Venom snarled.

“What’s with the we? Who else is in there?” Spider-Man asked. He reached out to touch you and you threw him against a building.

“Don’t touch us. Our host is in here.” Venom growled. Spider-Man tilted his head.

“Host? So you’re like a parasite?” He asked innocently. Innocent or not, it was the wrong question to ask. Venom picked Spider-Man up by his neck again and dangled him in the air. Spider-Man kicked his legs and tried to break free but couldn’t.

“First, you take credit for our work, then you insult us, and now you call us a parasite? We are not a parasite. We are Venom. And you are dead.” Venom sneered. Venom was too angry to listen to what Mr. Stark said about not eating Spider-Man. He had pushed you too far.

Venom ripped Spider-Mans mask off, wanting to see his identity before you killed him. To your devastating surprise, your terrified boyfriends face stared back at you. He had a bloody nose from being thrown against the wall and his face was red from lack of oxygen. He whispered pleas for mercy as his eyes begged you to let him go. You gasped and immediately dropped Peter onto the ground, looking around frantically for what to do next. He coughed and sputtered for a while while he rubbed his aching neck.

When he looked up, Venom was handing him his mask back with an apologetic look on your big white eyes. Peter shakily took the mask and nodded in thanks. You nodded back and ran as fast as you could back to your apartment. You climbed into your window, transformed back into yourself, and went to throw up in the bathroom.

Peter was Spider-Man. Peter was Spider-Man. And you were Venom. How could it be? How could fate be so cruel? And yet, it made perfect sense. He fit the description. College student from New York who traveled to Washington D.C. at the time of the elevator incident. It explained everything, from the first aid kit on Peters desk, to the constant phone calls, to Ned asking if you knew about Peter, and of course, Mr. Stark. The Stark Internship was being Spider-Man. You should’ve known. The signs were all there. But a part of you just wanted something good for once. Something that the rest of the world couldn’t touch. That something had been Peter. And now, you had to give him up.

You ignored Peters calls and texts for the next six days. You gave him a lame excuse about needed to stay focused on your Cletus Kasady article and so you couldn’t be on your phone. You had a week to tell him you were Venom, according to Mr. Stark. That week was almost up and you had spent it successfully avoiding Peter. You stayed in your apartment as often as you could and only left out the window when you had to go somewhere. Peters texts increasingly got harder and harder to ignore. You didn’t want to ignore his sweet good morning and goodnight texts or science puns, but you couldn’t face him. You just wanted to shake him and ask him why he kept something so big a secret from you. But alas, you said nothing.

On the sixth day of avoiding Peter, you knew you had to go out. You didn’t want to use the front door but you desperately needed to check your mail and it was pouring rain outside. You peered out your peephole and saw no signs of Peter. You quickly opened your door and didn’t even make it two steps before you heard the sound of Peters door opening. Running would be a bad option, right? You slowly turned around and gave Peter and awkward smile. He didn’t smile back.

“You’re avoiding me.” He stated. His voice wasn’t it’s usually happy tone. He sounded hurt and confused. You knew he had every reason to be, but you were hurt and confused too.

“I’m not. I told you I had to write my article.” You lied through your teeth. He didn’t buy it.

“Bullshit.” He scoffed. “I know you haven’t had your final interview with him. It’s in two days, right? How could you be finishing your article when you’re not even done with the interviews?”

You gulped. He saw right through your lies.

“Are you mad at me?” His tone changed as his voice weakened. “Did I do something wrong?”

Your heart broke. You wanted to hug him and tell him he didn’t do anything wrong, but you couldn’t. He’d been lying to you as long as you knew him. You couldn’t just forgive him and pretend you didn’t know he was Spider-Man.

“No.” You said quietly, suddenly taking extreme interest in your shoes. “No, Petey, I’m not mad.”

“Then why won’t you talk to me?” His voice cracked and your heart cracked with it. You looked down and shook your head, wishing you had an answer to give him. You looked around before stepping forward and pulling him into a tearful kiss. You let in longer in case it was the last kiss you ever shared with him He kissed you back but you felt his hesitation. His guard was up and you knew why.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed once you pulled away. “I can’t explain. I have to go, Peter. I’m sorry.”

You hated yourself for saying it, he deserved so much better. Peter looked like he was about to cry, confusion clouding his brown eyes. You turned away from him, unable to watch his heart breaking in front of you.

“Is this it?” His voice was quiet. “Are we over?”

“I think we are.” You said without turning around.

“Why the hell did you say that?” You thought. It’s not what you meant. You looked at Peter over your shoulder in time to see a tear run down his cheek. You went to turn back around but Peter grabbed your hand suddenly and pulled you towards the stairs. You didn’t resist and let him tug you, feeling like you owed him as much. You find it slightly ironic know that you knew why he was so strong.

Peter pulled you all the way to the roof, back to the very spot you once referred to as “ours.” He let go of your hand and pointed to the ledge, looking at you with weary eyes.

“Tell me it was all fake. Tell me it was all in my head and we weren’t happy together on that ledge. Tell me I made it all up and you were never as into me as I was into you. Tell me our first kiss, our first time, our first conversation meant nothing to you. Tell me you hate me and feel nothing for me.” He shouted before quieting down. “Because unless you tell me that, I won’t let you end this without giving me a reason. I won’t let you just walk away. Please, don’t end what we have just because you’re scared. You don’t have to be afraid. Not of me.”

“I know.” You whispered. “But you should be afraid of me. In fact, you already are.”

“What?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “Afraid—what?”

“I’m not afraid of you, Peter. Or of this. Of us. That’s not it.” You told him truthfully. “I’m afraid of what will happen when you find out I’m not who you think I am. I’m far worse.”

“What are you talking about? I do know you.” He insisted.

“You don’t.” You shook your head as tears fell from your eyes. “You do but you don’t.”

“Then who are you?”

“I’m a monster. We-“ you were cut off by the sounds of people screaming from the street below. Peter looked at you before running to the edge to peer down.

“Something’s attacking the city.” He called back to you. “It looks like a red version of Venom.”

“A red symbiote?” ,you thought, “how can that be?”

Peter turned and looked at you, not wanting to pull out his Spider-Man suit in front of you. Of course, he didn’t know that you were already well aware of his secret.

With the city under attack, your fight with Peter was going to wait. You wiped the tears from your face and walked past Peter, your shoulders brushing as you moved past him. You stared over the edge at the commotion, knowing you were the only one who could give the symbiote a fair fight. Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked over your shoulder at Peter, giving him a silent apology.

“I love you, Peter.” You said suddenly, never breaking eye contact. “I love you.”

With that, you jumped off the roof and turned into Venom in mid air. You landed on the ground below and roared at the red symbiote. You knew you had to focus on the fight, but your mind was goign a million miles an hour.

It was the first time you’d ever said those words to Peter, despite feeling them from the moment you met. He was the second boy you ever said those words to, but the first boy where you actually meant it.

You shook your head to free yourself from your thoughts and let out another roar.

“Venom!” The red symbiote smiled. “So glad you could make it! Where’s your friend huh? Is she too scared to come out and say hello to Carnage?”

“Carnage?” You wondered. Since when was there another symbiote on earth and more importantly, how did it know who you were?

You wasted no time in launching yourself at Carnage and attacking. You two wrestled for dominance for a while until Carnage ultimately won. He began to pull Venom off your body and you felt your face became uncovered. Carnage raised his razor sharp fingernails and prepared to slit your throat with his long nails.

“Heads up!” Spider-Man came swinging down and kicked Carnage off of you before he could harm you. You quickly bonded back with Venom and stood up, just in time to see Carnage throwing Peter across the street. You ran to him and helped him up.

“Shoot your web at the same time we do, okay?” You said and held out your wrist. Peter did the same and you both shot a web at the fast approaching Carnage. The combination of your webs was enough to capture Carnage and send him crashing to the floor. He soon broke out of his webbing and began running towards you again.

“Karen! Web grenade!” Peter yelled. He threw a web ball at Carnage and it blew up in the red symbiotes face. While he was distracted, you pulled the symbiote from its host by the ankles. Enough skin of the host was showing for you to take a bite. Carnage yelled in pain and turned to his closest attacker, which happened to be Peter. He picked Peter up and repeatedly slammed him into the pavement. To stop this, you tackled Carnage and spit acid spit in his eyes. Carnage howled and began to run away.

“I’ll be back, Venom.” He snarled. “And when I return, there’s gonna be Carnage.”

You ignored his threat and quickly ran to your unconscious boyfriend, kneeling down beside him. After checking to see that no one was around, you took off his mask and accessed his injuries. His face was beaten pretty badly and his pulse was weak. You transformed back into yourself and took off your hoodie and shirt, leaving you in a sports bra and leggings. You ran your hands over Peters body until you found a way to take the suit off, it was by pressing the spider on the chest. You tore up your shirt and pressed it to the large wound on Peters chest to stop the bleeding. You suddenly got an idea and pressed a hand to his chest, letting Venom go inside him and move around. Venoms healing abilities made the cuts on Peters chest disappear, but he was still knocked out. You pulled your hand away and slipped the hoodie around his body before picking him up with ease. He was adorably light. You quickly ran into the apartment building and went to his room before anyone could see you.

Peter came to about a half hour later just as you were finishing up healing his cuts. You had managed to bathe him and get him into a fresh pair of comfy clothes while his body healed.

Peter slowly woke up and noticed you were straddling his lap. After nearly a week of no contact with you, it felt nice. He missed the way your skin felt on his. He almost jumped out of his seat when he saw his Spider-Man suit hanging up in the closet where you could easily see it.

“Relax. I already know you’re Spider-Man.” You cooed as you put some Neosporin on his busted eyebrow. Peter relaxed under you for a moment as he took in his situation.

“And you’re not mad?” He asked quietly. You were surprisingly calm considering the circumstances.

“I’m not mad.” You smiled softly at him. “Venom is a little offended that you called her ugly though.”

“You’re Venom.” Peter said as he remembered seeing you jump off the building and transforming into the alien before his eyes. It made sense. The “We” was in reference to you. And you had saved his life the first night you met when Venom wanted to eat him. He just couldn’t believe his girlfriend was his arch nemesis this whole time.

“I am. Well, we are. Venom, say hi.” You turned to your left and watched as Venom shyly came out in her snake-like form to greet

“Hi.” Venom hissed.

“Hey.” Peter said back with a tiny bit a fear. He looked at you for reassurance and you nodded.

“You’re no panty dropper yourself, by the way.” Venom grumbled.

“Hey! Be nice or go back inside.” You scolded. Venom chose the later and went back inside.

“Are you mad?” You asked timidly, making him think about it.

“Not mad. Just confused.” He decided. “Is this why you were avoiding me? Because you saw my identity the night we ate dinner with Mr. Stark?”

“Yeah.” You admitted with guilt. “He told me I had a week to tell you. Today’s only day six so he’s gonna be thrilled.”

“He knows?” Peters eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes.” You confessed. “But he knew I was Venom before he knew I was your girlfriend.”

“That’s great news. Then I don’t have to explain anything to him.” Peter looked on the bright side. “Plus, he loves you. Speaking of love…”

Peter put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you into a passionate, tear filled kiss. You wrapped your hand around his wrist and kissed him deeply, one last time. You slowly pulled apart and you bit your quivering lip.

“We have to break up.” You whispered before pulling your hands away from him.

“What? Why?” Peter asked in shock.

“Look at us Peter. Look what’s become of us.” Your voice wavered. “How can we ever be together when you’re Spider-Man and I’m Venom? We didn’t tell each other these huge things about our lives and we hurt each other because of it. Tell me, do you honestly think I’d ever lay a hand on you?”

“No.” Peter answered. He knew you didn’t have a malicious bone in your body.

“Exactly. I wouldn’t. And yet, I beat you to the point where you couldn’t even stand.” You began to cry from shame. “I should be protecting you, not hurting you.”

“But you didn’t know it was me.” Peter pointed out.

“Exactly Peter! I didn’t know it was you because you didn’t tell me!” You exclaimed. “Do you not trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. But in my defense, I’ve never told anyone I was Spider-Man. May, Ned, Mr. Stark, they all found out on their own. You were the first person I was actually going to tell willingly. I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.” He sighed, and you believed him. “And what about you? You didn’t tell me you were Venom.” .

“It’s different, Peter.” You shook your head. “Venom isn’t a friendly neighborhood superhero. People see you and the run to you for help. But Peter, I’m what they’re running from. You said it yourself. I’m a hideous monster. I had a reason to hide who I was.”

Peter looked hurt at his own words. He cringed at the memory of insulting you so many times. He couldn’t imagine how it felt to hear that from your own boyfriend.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I said that about Venom, not you. I never would’ve said it if I had known.” Peter said softly, while reaching up to stroke your cheek. You wanted nothing more than to lean into his touch and forget the whole thing.

“That’s the point.” You moved his hand away. “We both would’ve done things differently if we had known. But we didn’t. And that’s why we need to breakup. Before we hurt each other any more.”

“Y/n, please.” Peter’s lips began to tremble. You couldn’t even look at him, not when you knew how much you were hurting him. You knew you’d take one took at his tear filled eyes and run right back into his arms. You had to be strong. You got up off his lap and headed towards the door before you lost your nerve.

“I’m sorry, Peter.” You said with your back to him. “We’re just on different paths. I’m so sorry.”

“Well what if I give up being Spider-Man?” Peter bartered. You looked at him over your shoulder in bewilderment.

“You’d give that up for me?”

“Anything for you.” He said confidently.

“I can’t ask you to do that. And what about Mr. Stark? You’re just gonna give up your mentor to be with me?” You asked him, hoping to knock some sense into him.

“Nothing means anything if I don’t have you.” Peter shot back. He was making it so difficult. You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at him for how he was acting.

“You’re not throwing your life away for me.” You shook your head sternly. “I won’t allow it.”

“Well what if you give up Venom?” He suggested.

Venom jumped out and growled at Peter. He stumbled back and you held Venom back like a dog on a leash.

“She would never choose you over us, Spider-Man.” Venom snarled. “We’ve been with Y/n much longer than you have. We’ve dried her tears. We’ve kept her safe. What have you done? Y/n and I are inseparable by choice. I’m inside her. She’s mine.”

“Yea, well, I’ve been inside her too.” Peter shot back with faltering confidence. Your eyes widened at the two of them.

“Both of you, stop it.” You commanded. “This argument is over. I’m sorry, Peter. I’ll never be sorry enough. But I have to go.”

“Where are you going?” He panicked as you went for the door again.

“Home.” you answered, avoiding his gaze. 

“This is your home.” He protested. “Here, with me.”

“Not anymore.” You finally looked at him. “I’m going back to San Francisco. I booked the flight while you were knocked out and it leaves in the morning. I can’t be here anymore, Peter. I can’t see you everyday and not want to be with you.”

“Then be with me.” Peter practically yelled.

“We can’t be together. I knew it from the start.” You wiped your face when you remembered your breakdown in your car that one day.

“Y/n, please.” Peter gently took your arm, making you look at him. “Don’t go. I need you. You never even gave me a chance to say it back.”

In the midst of all the chaos and drama, you’d forgotten that you told Peter you loved him. A part of you was glad you finally got to say it, but the bigger part of you ached knowing you’d never hear it back.

“Don’t say it.” You put a half over his mouth for a moment. “Please, just, don’t say it. It’ll be too painful for the both of us. Just let me go. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. You and I not being together will never be okay.” Peter cried, leaving his sweet brown eyes a miserable red.

“Peter…” you breathed, hardly able to take it.

“Please don’t leave me. Everyone else has left me. And you’ve never been like everyone else.” Peter gave one last attempt to make you stay. You looked at him in his entirety. You took him all in. His wavy hair, his doe eyes, his slightly crooked nose and his eyebrow that stood all the way up. All the things you first fell in love with that day you knocked on his door to give him his mail. That seemed that a million years back but it was really only a few months. Your heart broke at the sight of Peter, as beautiful as ever, standing before with a broken heart. And even worse, you were the one that broke it.

“Stay.” His voice was barely above a whisper but he could see you beginning to weaken. He took his opportunity to beg to reconsider. A little gleam of hope bubbled in Peters chest. You stood up straighter, cleared your throat, and tore your eyes away from your ex-boyfriend.

“Peter Parker, I will love you until my lungs are empty. But I cannot stay.” You said firmly. Just like that, his hope was gone. Before he could say anything else, you ran out his bedroom door, through his kitchen, and out the front door. You locked your door behind you and climbed into bed, crying at the loss of your teenage love. You knew Peter could hear every tear that fell with his heightened hearing, so you whispered heartfelt apologies and hoped he’d find a way to forgive you.

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[the-bau-quinjet]

The Perks of Cold Weather

Hello! This is just a whole lot of fluff because I need some positive vibes this week. Feel free to send some requests my way if you’d like! They can be as specific or as vague as you want and I’ll do my best. None of my ideas are currently working for me.

Summary: Reader and Spencer have some fun in the snow in a small town in Alaska.

Words: 2996

Warnings: none I think

When you first started at the BAU, you were quick to realize the group was more like a family than coworkers. It was clear in the little things they did for each other on case, like the way JJ and Spencer would comfort each other on particularly difficult cases to the slight bickering that would inevitably start up between Derek and Emily about anything that didn’t really matter.

 You were quick to find your place in the little family as well. Well, not find it so much as fall into it, but you didn’t mind. You were only 28 years old, meaning you were the youngest member of the BAU. Being the youngest meant a lot of teasing from the “older sibling” personalities of everyone except Rossi and Hotch. Their personalities were much more parent-esque. With how much they’d tease you, you were always quick to jump on the chance to tease them for a change. The perfect opportunity arose when a case came up in Alaska.

Penelope walked through the bullpen, calling you all into the roundtable room right before you left for the day. “Hello my wonderful crime fighters. I wish I had better news, but this case is a real whammy. Three women have been found stabbed to death in a small town in Alaska.”

 The collective groans of just about everyone in the room were quiet, but obvious.

 “I know, I know. Another freezing cold case. I wish I could send you to LA all the time, but alas bad guys aren’t deterred by freezing temperatures.” She went on to explain the details of the case before Hotch dismissed everyone with his typical “Wheels up in 30.”

 The team dispersed to collect their go bags- and winter items for the cold weather they would surely be facing in Alaska- before meeting on the jet. When you got there, everyone else was already boarded, and you couldn’t help but feel the low energy of everyone on the plane.

 “Don’t tell me the lot of you are afraid of a little snow?” You can’t stop the smirk from appearing on your face as you sit down across from Spencer and adjacent to Emily, Derek, and JJ.

 “Big words from someone who hasn’t been on a case in Alaska yet.” Derek’s reply comes without hesitation. The grin on your face only grows when you realize that everyone really is feeling low because of the impending winter wonderland.

 “Don’t tell me you’re excited for the cold weather?” JJ shivers just asking the question.

 “Of course I am! I’ve always loved the cold. There’s something so magical about watching snow fall. It feels like Christmas!” The four of them stare at you like you’ve lost your mind. “You are seriously telling me none of you like the snow?” You scan all of their faces in disbelief, eyes landing on Spencer last.

 “Don’t look at me. I’m from Nevada, it’s basically the desert. Winter in Las Vegas is comparable to fall in DC. The last time it snowed with any significance was in 2003 and that was only an inch.” Spencer nearly starts rambling about weather patterns across the US, but cuts himself off.

 “You all are seriously killing my good mood with your bad vibes. I will change at least one of your minds by the end of this case” You say in a huff while putting your headphones on. You try to catch up on some sleep before you all reconvene to discuss the case.

 After the briefing and right before landing, everyone starts bundling up in layers upon layers of sweatshirts, jackets, coats, gloves, scarves, and hats. You pull a sweater on over your long sleeve and zip up your FBI jacket, adding a cute beanie more for aesthetics than warmth. You’ve never been one to get overly cold, so you skip a few layers everyone else put on.

 The rest of the team marches off the jet as if they would rather be anywhere else, but you don’t let it deter you. You exit the jet with a smile on your face, taking a deep breath of the cool Alaskan air.

 “You really are enjoying yourself?” Spencer asks with a small smile. You meet his eye, the look on his face giving you butterflies, before responding.

 “Of course I am. It smells like winter!” The two of you share a laugh as you get in the SUV headed to the police precinct to actually get to work.

 --

 The case only lasted two days. You were glad to have solved it so quickly, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t going to miss the snow. After the case files are all packed away and Hotch goes off to coordinate the jet, you head outside to absorb every last ounce of winter possible.

 “I thought I might find you out here.” Spencer sits next to you on the bench as you stare at the flakes falling from the sky.

 “What can I say, I just really love the cold.” You reply without turning your head. “Maybe it’s weird, but I would pick cold over hot any day.”

 “I don’t think it’s weird at all! I think it’s kind of cute actually.” That gets your attention and you turn to see he’s looking at his hands in his lap, fiddling with his thumbs. “I like how happy you are when you look at the snow.”

 Of course, that makes you smile again. “Thank you, Spence.” You can feel your cheeks heating up, but you’re quickly distracted by the sound of Derek calling the two of you back into the station.

 “Hey lovebirds, Hotch needs us.” You roll your eyes at Derek before standing up, offering your hand to Spencer to help him up. He takes your hand, squeezing it slightly as he rises from the bench. He only drops your hand when he goes to hold the door open for you, leading you back inside. The team gathers in the conference room, Hotch walking in with a grim expression.

 “I’ll cut to the chase. We won’t be able to fly home until this evening. The snow from last night on top of the storm that’s about to pass through is too much to clear right now.” Everyone, including you, sighs before nodding in understanding. As much as you would love to stay longer, you know it sucks that everyone can’t go home to their families. “This case is wrapped up, so feel free to just explore the town or relax in the hotel. We should be able to take off at 9:00 pm, so I expect to see all of you on the jet by 8:45.” Those words were music to your ears. As everyone begins to pack up to head out, you turn to Spencer.

 “I can’t believe this. It’s like a snow day! I’ve always loved snow days! We would always go outside, have a snowball fight, build a snowman, and try to build an igloo but end up giving up when it collapsed for the third time.” He chuckles at your enthusiasm, but nods along as you both walk out of the precinct toward the hotel just down the street. “Then we’d go in for lunch, make hot chocolate and cookies, and watch all our favorite movies.”

 “Is that what you want to do today?” Spencer asks as you both walk into the hotel lobby.

 “I mean, in a perfect world, yeah. That is exactly what I would want to do today.” You smile wistfully as you think back to your childhood snow days with your siblings.

 “Well then, let’s see how perfect we can make the world, just for today.” Spencer’s smiling as he says it, taking in the confusion and shock on your face.

 “You mean… You want to build a snowman? With me?” Your heart is beating so forcefully, you wouldn’t be surprised if it flew right out of your chest.

 “Yeah, and all the other things too.” Spencer’s words are soft and unsure, contrasting the confidence of his previous statement.

 “But you don’t like the cold weather…” You simply can’t fathom why he would volunteer to do these cold weather activities when just two days ago he was talking about how little snow he experienced when he was younger.

 “But you do, and we’re stuck here anyway. So, why not?” Hearing that he would spend his day off playing in the snow simply because you want to does things to you that you chose to ignore for the time being.

 “O- okay… yeah, let’s do it! ” The two of you smile at each other for a few seconds before you each bring your things to you respective rooms with a plan to meet in the lobby in fifteen minutes.

 When you get to your room you pull out the warmest clothes you brought to Alaska. Although it would suffice for walking down the street, it’s not exactly made for playing in the snow. After getting dressed you meet Spencer in the lobby. He is dressed in warmer clothes than you, but still not snow proof.

 “I don’t know if this is a good idea…” Your excitement to start this day with Spencer has dwindled since imaging the cold, wet clothes you’d end up in. “The key to a good snow day is waterproof clothes and we definitely don’t have any. How am I going to make you like snow if you’re freezing and wet at the end of the day?” You would expect the resident genius to agree with you, but instead of a grim expression and a nod in agreement, Spencer’s smile grows.

 “Don’t worry about it. Just come with me.” He leads you outside of the hotel with his hand on the small of your back all the way down to the town store. “What needs to be waterproof? We can find snow pants, jackets, gloves, and boots right here.” He looks so pleased with himself as he leads you around the store to collect all the items you’ll need. He even picks out a sled for the two of you.

 After checking out, he leads you back outside where you pull the waterproof gear on over your warm layers, tossing the tags into a nearby trash can. Before you can say anything, he is again leading you through the town with his hand on the small of your back. He stops when he reaches the park, turning to you once again.

 “Where do you want to build the snowman?” You mirror the grin on his face as you run across the park to a flatter area.

 You begin compressing the snow in your hands to form the ball that would eventually become the bottom layer of your snowman. Spencer copies your actions, forming a lopsided ball for the middle. You leave Spencer to work on the head while you search around the nearby trees for sticks to use as arms and rocks to use for the eyes and buttons.

 After finding the perfect set of sticks, you return to see Spencer adding a carrot nose right in the middle of the head.

 “I didn’t even see you buy carrots!” He laughs at your childlike enthusiasm, moving aside so you can add the sticks to the middle. You also add the rocks you gathered for the eyes and buttons. Spencer surprises you again by pulling out a hat and scarf to add the finish touches.

 After forcing him to take a selfie with you and the snowman, you walk across the park to find a good sledding hill. You find the perfect hill, and offer to go down first since it’s going to take some effort to form the path. Spencer watches you scooching your way through the snow, forcing the sled down the hill, laughing hysterically. You haven’t been able to enjoy snow like this for years.

 Spencer was hesitant to sled down the hill together, but one pout from you and he climbed on right away. The sled picked up pace is you barreled out of control, flipping and rolling down the hill.

 You took the opportunity of a distracted Spencer to form a snow ball, waiting until he was only a few feet away to throw it at him. Of course, as soon as it hits him it’s game on. The two of you are running through the park, hiding behind trees, and dodging each other’s snowballs. Spencer, being uncoordinated, mostly missed you. That is, until the very end of the snowball fight when he hits you right in the face, the surprise causing you to fall to the ground.

 “Y/N! Are you okay! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” He’s cut off by your laughter.

 “Relax Spence, its fine! It was powdery snow. It’s not like you hit me with a chunk of ice.” You smile at him as he helps you to a standing position. You’re so focused on standing up without slipping on the compressed snow beneath your feet, you don’t realize how close the two of you have become.  When you look up to meet his eyes, your noses are nearly touching.

 Without much thought for the consequences, you lean a few inches forward, ever so slightly brushing your lips against his.

 Spencer is so stunned, it takes him much longer than he’d care to admit to reciprocate your affection. So long in fact, that you’ve pulled away and are frantically trying to think of something to say to save your friendship when he pulls you back in.

 The two of you don’t pull away again until the need for air overpowers your need for each other. You stay close though, foreheads pressed together.

 “Let me take you on a date. A real one where we go into knowing it’s a date.” Spencer says it all in one breath.

 “Oh, Spence. This whole day has been a perfect date, even if we didn’t say it at first. But I would love to go on another with you.”

 The two of you are all smiles as you walk back toward the café near your hotel. You’ve been outside so long it’s nearly dark- granted it gets dark around 4:00 this time of year in Alaska. Upon entering the café, Spencer is quick to order two hot chocolates and cookies to go.

 “I know it’s not the same as baking them ourselves, but we don’t have access to an oven in the hotel.” He says, squeezing your hand before leading you out of the café.

 You would blindly follow Spencer anywhere, but that doesn’t stop you from asking him about it. “Where are we going now? I thought we were going to eat…”

 “Back to the hotel. We have one more thing to check off the list for your perfect snow day.” Of course he would remember your list from earlier in the day. “So tell me, what’s your favorite snow day movie?”

 “That’s actually a tough question. It changes depending on the mood.” You are genuinely trying to think of the perfect movie to end the perfect day as you walk back into the hotel.

 “I’ll tell you what, why don’t you go up to your room and pick out a movie that fits ‘the mood’, and I’ll meet you there in a few minutes?” You simply nod in response, too lost in thought to contemplate where he could be going.

 15 minutes later you have finally picked out a movie to watch when Spencer enters your room, carrying a takeout bag.

 “I finally found a movie!” You smile at him as you show him your computer screen. Anastasia is queued on your Disney+.

 “Perfect. We can now officially start our date.” He smiles, pulling the food out of the bag, he hands you a cup of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. Your heart warms at the sight of it. You know Spencer has an eidetic memory, but you still get butterflies at the idea of him remembering your favorite cold weather food.

 The two of you sit against the headboard, setting the computer between you to play the movie. After you’ve finished eating you shuffle around on the bed, moving the laptop so you could cuddle with Spencer.

 “I’ve got another reason for you to like the cold weather.” You state matter-of-factly, eyes still trained on the movie.

 “Yeah? What is it?” Spencer’s eyes are trained on your face.

 “It’s better for cuddling.” A small grin appears on your face at the sound of Spencer’s airy laugh. He pulls you closer, both of you completely content.

 --

 As much as you love the cold and snow, dragging yourself out of Spencer’s arms and into the cold air to get to the jet on time was not an exciting task. In fact, it put you in a slightly sour mood, something Morgan was all too quick to pick up on.

 “What’s the matter L/N? The cold weather got you down?” He laughs at your annoyed expression.

 “Not a chance, Morgan. I quite enjoyed our little snow day actually.” You smile at Spencer as you pull your blanket from your go bag and sit on the couch.

 “You actually played in the snow? It was only 22 degrees today!” You can’t help but shake your head. 22 degrees is cold, but nothing compared to how bad it can get in Alaska.

 “We did indeed. I think I managed to turn Spencer on to the cold weather too.” Spencer sits down next to you encouraging you to share your blanket.

 “How’d you manage that? I’ve been to on enough cases with Pretty Boy here to know he prefers the warmer ones.”

 “It’s actually rather simple.” Spencer replies, shifting his arm around you on the back of the couch. You smile as you close your eyes and lean into his touch. “Colder climates make for better cuddles.”

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[arhvste]

001 MIYA ATSUMU X SHUT UP AND DRIVE SERIES

++ MSBY GARAGE

❝ i've been looking for a driver who is qualified, so if you think that you're the one step into my ride ❞

dt — @rintaroll

“so, what’s it gonna take for ya to praise me a little more?”

you rolled your eyes and huffed, brushing the setters hand off your shoulder.

“shouldn’t you be more concerned about, oh i don’t know, your fans, interviews, your teammates?!” you snapped back as atsumu held both his hands up in defence.

the crowd was loud and still bustling as the black jackals most recent victory continued to stir excitement through the mass of spectators in the high stands. fans were still yelling and chanting as interviewers scrambled to grab the attention of any player they could. multiple had pried for atsumu in fact, alas, all his attention was solely focused on none other than his teams promotional manager; you.

you were chatting to the teams photographer and uploading updates and playbacks onto the teams twitter at the time the blond had bounded his way over to you and here you were, faced with the famous setter leaning on the advertisement boards lining the court diving you from him.

“miya,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you shook your head. “go and talk to some interviewers and get yourself back over to the others, i’m begging you at this point.”

“beggin’ huh?” a boyish smirk tugged at his lips and his eyes stayed locked on your own.

“not in the way your disgusting little mind is thinking of.” you shot back, stepping back from the board and looking back down at your phone where the teams twitter was currently blowing up.

atsumu snickered before standing up straight.

“whatever ya say doll, just hold up a little longer and i’m all yours again yeah?”

you scoffed and shook your head at him before shooing him away.

“i’d prefer you weren’t.”

“lyin’s a bad habit.”

“would you just go already?”

atsumu laughed as he turned to make his way back to the rest of his awaiting team. waving a hand back at you, he turned to face you before shooting a wink your way as interviewers and photographers flooded the scene.

this was a typical exchange of interaction between the two of you. ever since you had been introduced to the team as their promotional manager, atsumu had fixated his interest outside of volleyball onto you. 7 months later and nothing had changed despite his never faltering persistence.

you sighed as the photographer laughed softly before turning to his own laptop to import more photos for you to upload.

“he seems to have a soft spot for you.”

you groaned and switched your phone off, leaning back on the advertisement boards atsumu himself was previously leaning against.

“he’s such a handful.” you stated as the photographer chuckled.

“looks like he wants to be one for you though.”

“i wish he didn’t” you muttered back as the photographer smiled earnestly at you.

“i think we both know that’s a lie, we’ve been working together for a while and i don't think this dread to spend time with him is as evident as you make it out.”

you whined as you sent a soft frown his way.

“trust me, it is.”

“whatever you say.” the man teased back before clicking on the last images to send your way.

thanking him and making your way over to the teams manager and coach, you stood beside them in front of the msby boys and watched them as outlet interviewers shot questions their way.

multiple flashes went off every few seconds as each player flashed a handsome smile to the camera. you scanned over the team and bokuto was excitedly chatting and laughing with the interviewers. you smiled softly to yourself as you let your eyes wander from bokuto over to sakusa who was trying his best to avoid contact with his sweaty teammates and ‘annoying’ interviewers. it was clear he wasn’t as thrilled to be there as the others so you sent an apologetic look his way and mouthed to him he only had to put up for roughly 10 minutes more. he silently wallowed in self pity at that, but that quickly turned to agitation as atsumu dominated your vision.

slinging an arm over sakusa, (much to the latters disgust), atsumu grinned at you and flashed a smirk for a brief second before turning back to give the cameras a toothy grin.

your face dropped back into a frown as atsumu feigned hurt from a distance.

the team manager laughed as she elbowed you gently.

“interviewers might have a little more luck keeping him focused if you were the one interviewing him.”

you raised an eyebrow as you turned to face her.

“he’s like a puppy.” you stated bluntly as the manager laughed.

“a lovesick puppy.” she corrected as you faked a gag.

“why you all think he’s head over heels for me is way beyond me.”

the manager smiled before nudging for you to look at the attractive setter.

“because it's obvious. you break the boys heart every week.”

you watched as atsumu happily chatted to interviewers and forced sakusa to begrudgingly pose for photos and join in with him.

“he’s not my type.” you said as your eyes stayed focused on the blond.

“right.” the manager teased before smiling over at the team's captain, meian, her own boyfriend.

you smiled at the pair’s interaction as the team dispersed after thanking interviewers and fans for their support.

meian wandered over to the manager who happily placed a kiss to her cheek before guiding her off towards the back of the stadium, hand lingering on the small on her back.

you sighed as your own thoughts invaded your headspace. it wasn’t that you didn’t want a boyfriend. you just hadn’t met anyone worth the time yet.

well, that was your go to excuse to tell everyone anyway. the truth was, you didn't even know the limits to your own standards, you just knew they were high when looking for a potential partner.

the feeling of a heavy arm slung over your shoulder forced you back into reality as your eyes flickered up in surprise.

“miss me?” the hot breath and familiar voice teased the shell of your ear as you scowled.

“you wish.” you snapped back as you attempted to duck out of your offender's grip.

“ah-ah, yer coming home with me today.” atsumu smirked confidently as you hissed at him to get off.

“says who?” you argued as the setter looked down at you smugly.

“me.” another voice joined the conversation as you turned to face the owner of it.

your eyes met the coach who was looking at you slightly sympathetically.

“huh?”

“sorry,” the coach began, hand holding the back of his neck. “i know i said i’d take you home, but my wife has some errands she needs me to pick up before getting home and i’d hate to have to drag you along with me this late at night.”

you groaned but nodded understandably.

“luckily, atsumu here was kind enough to offer to be your ride back home.”

“lucky me.” your voice dripping with thick sarcasm as atsumu ignored it.

“yeah, lucky you indeed. do ya know how many girls would kill to be in yer position right now?” atsumu teased, arm still firmly made at home around your shoulders.

“let them kill me.” you glared at him as he gasped playfully.

“ya don’t mean that.”

“i do.”

“you don’t.”

“just take me home already i’m tired!” you threw your arms up as atsumu grinned.

“sure, give me a few minutes to grab my stuff and i’ll meet you round the back of the building, yeah?”

“whatever.”

you made your way towards the back exit of the stadium and were met with other members of support for the team who were waiting for the boys to grab their things from the locker rooms. some players opted to shower after matches while others waited til they got back home. atsumu fell into the category of players who waited until they got home. this was both a blessing and a curse. you wouldn’t have to wait for him for too long, but you would be met with a sweaty atsumu.

this wasn’t technically a bad thing, atsumu had a habit of getting rid of the smell after each match with an expensive cologne you’d never even attempt to pronounce, but he happened to somehow be a little more attractive when he looked worn out and disheveled. you hated yourself for thinking such a thing but you just couldn’t help it. he was annoyingly attractive and it made his personality a little more dislikable in your opinion.

you waited for around 10 minutes before you were met with boisterous laughter ringing through the spacious lounge by the exit.

atsumu and bokuto came striding out from the hall directing towards the locker rooms, gym bags in their hands and ruggish hair that would need taming again eventually.

you sighed as you waited for atsumu to approach you. he bid his goodbyes to everyone and sent a look at bokuto's way. the ace held a thumbs up at atsumu as the others in the lounge looked at each other giggling and smiling smugly.

you raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off as you felt a hand find its way on your waist.

“let’s get going then.” his voice strumming chords through your body as you shivered slightly.

atsumu led you out and down towards the underground garage used by players and staff members whilst at the stadium. you’d never actually seen atsumu’s car before so you had no idea what to be looking for, but atsumu’s hand remained firmly on your waist as he led you over to an array of expensive cars. mentally trying to guess what car belonged to the setter, atsumu watched with a small smirk etched on his face as your eyes scanned along each car. keys hooked around his finger, atsumu pressed the unlock button as your jaw dropped slightly.

of fucking course.

miya atsumu was the proud owner of a jet black 2021 chevrolet corvette with the number plate gracing it in all its glory ‘MIY4 13’.

you scoffed as atsumu’s smirk widened.

“so, ya gettin in or what?”

“into what? my one way invitation to death?”

atsumu snickered as he led you over to the passengers seat.

“i won’t kill ya, i promise.”

you looked back at him, handsome and sharp features making your eyes soften.”

“well, it’s not like i’ll be able to yell at you if you break that promise.”

“exactly.” atsumu grinned as you climbed into the luxury vehicle. the soft leather padding of the seats welcoming you as your weight shifted onto them.

you glanced around the interior as your eyes were met upon. various lit buttons caught your attention as a screen switched on as atsumu opened the drivers door. you were certain the car had way too many features but that’s what made it a luxury vehicle you guessed. the sleek black and red complimented interior was admired by you as atsumu watched your eyes dance around the car. his eyes softened as you visably relaxed a little more. your hand hooked across the firmly threaded seatbelt as you pulled it around you.

you looked at atsumu who’s smirk seemed to have faded. instead, a soft grin was painted across his face as he helped you click the belt securely in place.

“don’t kill me miya.”

“i’ll do my best.” he winked at you before pressing the start engine.

mentally chanting your last prayers, you accepted the position fate had put you in and did your best to stop the stirring of butterflies in your chest as atsumu placed his hand on the back of your headrest and pulled out.

well fuck.

as if he wasn’t attractive enough before, he sure as hell was now. your eyes widened and heart picked up it’s pace as the scent of atsumu’s signature cologne flooded your senses.

his sharp jaw and focused eyes, pointed in the direction of the rear window as he successfully pulled the car out the space. moving his hand back onto the wheel, atsumu turned to smirk at you as you gave him a pleading look. before you could open your mouth to speak, the setter slammed on the accelerator and the engines picked up its volume as your head was thrown back a little as the car sped out the garage exit.

“you little shit!” you cussed out as atsumu laughed as you sped onto the highway through the city.

“ya love the thrill don’t lie.”

“i’m not lying!” you protested as the flashes of bright lights flew past the window.

atsumu smiled as his right hand found its place on the middle of your thigh.

“miya!” you hissed as atsumu tilted his head momentarily your direction.

“ya can call me atsumu ya know?”

“i don’t want to!”

“for such a genuine person, yer so full of shit sometimes.”

you huffed as you gave up letting atsumu’s touch encourage the stir inside of you. you turned and glared out the window at the passing scene as atsumu hummed in satisfaction.

a few more moments of comfortable silence went by, nothing but the sounds of cars zooming past and the soft hum of atsumu’s own car’s engine.

you frowned and bit the corner of your lip as you peaked towards the blond whose eyes were fixed on the road.

“so,” you began, resulting in the player's eyes to flicker your way for a millisecond. “why are you so hooked on me?” you questioned.

you held your breath as you finally voiced the concern that had been playing on your mind for a while. you rarely had moments of privacy with the man despite his infatuation and demand to be around you.

“am i not allowed to be?” he challenged teasingly as he sqeezed your thigh slightly.

you wanted to force his grip off of you, you really did, but something about it felt so natural you just couldn't.

“miya.” you sighed and shook your head.

“atsumu.” he corrected as you turned to face him properly.

“look, you’re just my type. that’s all there is to it.” he replied simply,as if it was no big deal to him.

“and just what exactly is your type?” you quizzed as you pulled up at a traffic light.

slowing the car to stop for a while the light was red, atsumu turned his face to look at your own before he flashed that boyish grin you’d unknowingly grown rather fond of.

“you.”

and with that, the world threw you back into fast motion as the green light flashed, highlighting his face before he hit the acceleration again making your eyes widen.

“atsumu…” you sighed quietly as the adrenaline brought more life into his eyes.

it wasn’t that you hated atsumu. it wasn’t that at all. he was just someone you didn’t see yourself seriously with. someone so out there and demanding of the world. you had always envisioned yourself with someone a little more down to earth, someone with a stable job with a lowkey personal life, a person who took life at a comfortable pace. you had never seriously considered being with someone like miya atsumu. someone who demanded the world's attention, dominated every scene he was put in, who took life at the speed the highest the accelerator would go. someone so big, so bright. you never imagined someone like miya atsumu would take interest in someone like you. you were opposites stuck in an entanglement of professional lives.

out of every person in the world, the universe had decided miya atsumu would become the man who ticked the boxes to your unknown standards. you just hated to acknowledge it.

pulling off the highway, atsumu drove through the less busy roads as your apartment complex came into vision. half of you wanted the ride to be a little longer, but the other half of you couldn’t wait to lock yourself in your apartment away from the man who caused turmoil inside of you.

atsumu hummed as he pulled around the back of your complex. the roads were quiet and the soft lights of other buildings gleamed off the vehicle as the golden light flooded through the tinted glass of the windows, pulling attention to the boyish, but charming features of his face.

you sighed as he pulled the car to a stop and let the engine settle down. you stayed like that for a moment as the two of you sat there packed in the quiet parking lot.

“listen, I meant it, i really do like you.” he said as you studied his eyes for any signs of him being ingenuine; you couldn't find any.

your eyes softened as you leaned on the headboard.

“miy- atsumu.” you began quietly as his eyes admired your form. “it’s not that i don’t like you or anything, it's just- i don’t know if you’re my type.” you confessed as your heart hammered against your chest.

“well, you just called me by my first name, that’s gotta count for something right?”

you looked up at him and locked your eyes into his honest ones. you sat up and turned to face him as he took both of your hands into his.

“look, i get it, i’ve been annoying since day one-”

“-annoying is an understatement.” you cut in as atsumu playfully glared at you.

“rude. anyways as i was saying, i might’ve come across as a little too strong from the start, but there's just somethin’ about you. i just can’t seem to leave ya alone.” the blond confessed honestly as his warm, calloused hands held yours tightly.

“atsumu, i just don’t know.” you shook your head as he held onto your hands tightly. “i just don’t know what i’m looking for.”

“let me help ya find it in me then.” he pleaded softly, a small grin tugged at his lips.

you cast your eyes down to where your hands were being connected by him. the stir in your chest sped up as your heart was slamming against your chest at this point.

“atsumu i just-”

cutting you off, atsumu pulled your hands away from each other as he moved one up towards your jaw to cradle your face gently. dark golden eyes melting at the sight of you close up, atsumu pulled your face in closer to his and your heart just wouldn’t let you pull away. his lips finally met your own after what felt like an eternity and it was if yours were made to fit against his.

his hand moved towards the back of your neck as he encouraged you to move closer. you leaned closer letting your own hand find its way against atsumu’s broad chest.

the kiss deepened as you gave access to the setter’s tongue as he dominated your movements. small gasps and whines were heard in the silence of the parking lot as neither of you had it in your to pull away. atsumu’s hand was securely at the back of your neck with the other gripping your waist as you groaned at the slightly uncomfortable position.

pulling away, the two of you breathed heavily as you leaned back in the expensive leather seat as atsumu stared at you softly.

“what the fuck was that?”

“our first kiss as a couple.” atsumu teased but failed to stop the wide smile spread across his face.

“who said anything about being a couple?” you shot back as atsumu found your hand once more, lacing your fingers together tightly.

“your body language. you kissed back.”

“i-”

“msby setter miya atsumu as yer boyfriend, wow, arent’cha just the luckiest!”

you playfully hit his chest as he laughed.

“keep it up and that’ll be ex-boyfriend.”

atsumu’s eyes lit up as he grabbed your hand again and held it tightly.

“so ya admit it! i’m yer boyfriend!”

you giggled seeing how genuinely excited he was over it.

“for now.” you hummed as he pouted slightly.

you cupped his jaw and leaned to press a soft kiss to his cheek causing heat to rise to his face.

“let’s just, take this slow though okay?”

“don’t tell me that while sittin’ in this car.” he joked as you groaned against him.

you leaned back looking back into his bright eyes as his gaze softened.

“i’m kiddin’, we’ll go as fast as ya want, and i promise not to kill you on the way.”

you snickered as the blond beamed at you.

“i’m holding you to that.” you smiled as atsumu pulled your face in closer once more. leaning forward to better prepare yourself, you allowed yourself to melt into another deep kiss with the man you would now call your boyfriend.

you never saw yourself being with someone who took life at a fast pace. someone who demanded the world’s attention without verbally calling for it. you never saw yourself falling for someone like that.

but here you were, with the man who ticked all of those boxes easily. the type of man you insisted wasn’t your type, turned out to be the blueprint for your exact type; you just weren’t aware of it until miya atsumu insisted you did.

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