I was in a decrepit neighborhood – rotting porches, peeling paint, Spanish moss hanging off dormers, the works. Mist swirled around my ankles as I walked slowly through the streets. Like an old video game, the horizon was both unchanging and unreachable.
I wandered around, in and out of the cobwebby houses. Although the streets were empty, the houses usually had a few ghosts floating around. There were a few children, but they were mostly old people, in various stages of decay. They never hurt me, nor did they speak. They just floated. Sometimes they’d follow me, but I never felt threatened.
Ravenclaws get over excited when they talk about things they’re passionate about. It’s they kind of excitement where people either get very annoyed by it very quickly, or become so enraptured by what Ravenclaw is saying that they forget how much time has passed.
Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.
“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.”
The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.
“Did you want something?”
“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.
And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.
“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”
“I want my friends to come visit.”
Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”
“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”
Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge.
“I see. For how long?”
“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”
Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”
I want my friends…friends…how often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables.
“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”
Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”
Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”
“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”
“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”
“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”
“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”
Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click.
Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front.
Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.
“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”
everyone and their mother knows about that injustice scene where superman casually walks through the glass/wall separating him from an incarcerated bruce wayne, but my favorite part during that ordeal is how clark goes “with good behavior you could be out soon” and bruce just replies “i’m not exactly behaving well in here, clark. i’m beating up A LOT of people” with a smile on his face, because it’s exactly what would happen if he’d realistically go to prison in canon and had no incentive to break out
all the bad guys he’s helped get caught ready to jump him because there’s too much bad blood between them, and bruce putting down his book, standing up, dusting with orange overalls and nonchalantly going, “i’m glad we’ve all gathered here today, under this fine weather” before people start crying and flying across the prison yard, a random cat yelping in the background while things crash audibly
Imagine your boss, Dean Winchester, flirting with you every time he can.
“And last but far from least-” you let a small sigh, looking at the door in case someone was coming “Mr Fury asked to see you.”
“Fury? As in Nick Fury?” Dean raised and eyebrow, his interest peaking.
“Exactly. It either has to do with the damage you and Mr Stark caused on your small trip around town or-”
Dean chuckled, leaning back in his chair “Come on (Y/n), we were drunk!”
“That does not justify it. On the contrary, it was reckless to go take his suits while being drunk.” you said with a pointed look and his smile turned into a softer one.
“You know-” he leaned forward so that he was closer to you “I love it when you care so much about me.”
“Mr Winchester.” you scolded softly, not meeting his eyes but still unable to hide a small smile from your face.
“I thought that by now we had agreed on that, sweetheart. It’s Dean.” he said, sounding a little disappointed.
“You know that can’t happen, Mr Winchester.” you mumbled, starting to place all of his files in place. Anything to keep you occupied from looking him in the eyes “I’m your assistant.”
“Well then we can arrange that. I could always fire you.” he gave you a cheeky grin as with wide eyes your head snapped to him.
“What?” you stood there frozen for a second until he started laughing at your expression.
“Just kidding. There’s no way on Earth I would fire my most trusted worker.” he shook his head “Besides, this enterprises would crumble down without you here to be honest.”
“Glad you appreciate my job then, Mr Winchester.” you chuckled with a small sigh of relief, shaking your head at your boss.
He rolled his eyes for a moment “That’s just not going to go away easily, is it?” he huffed, almost disappointed and you bit the inside of your cheek; still not looking at him.
“Wish it could.” you mumbled and saw him from the corner of your eye get up and walk towards you.
“You know it can-” you almost jumped at how close he had gotten without you realizing it, his breath only fanning over your cheek and his hand on your back “It’s all up to you.”
“Mr Winchester please-” you glanced at the door nervously “Someone might walk in. I just- I don’t want them to think I am taking advantage of-”
“Of who? Me? Sweetheart by all means, do so.” he gave you a boyish grin and you couldn’t stop a chuckle at his words, shaking your head.
“No. Of the time I spend with you. I- I worked hard to get this position.”
“I know, I saw it for myself.” he frowned slightly “That’s why you got the promotion.”
“Yeah, well if they see us like this they’re not going to think exactly that Mr Winchester. I don’t want people to assume I am here because I am sleeping with my boss.” you placed a hand on his chest, regretting it but still pushing him away. You couldn’t even dare look him in the eyes, you couldn’t take the heartbroken look on his face.
“But they don’t have to see us, if that’s the problem.” he suggested after a long pause and you frowned.
“I mean if that’s what you’re most scared of- we don’t really have to tell everyone. Let them find out on our wedding day.” he added with a wink and you couldn’t help but giggle at him.
“Mr Winchester-” you started with a small whine but you knew you didn’t have an excuse good enough. Honestly you were mostly trying to convince yourself that you couldn’t be with him than him in the first place. Besides, it was your own feelings you had been battling with mostly these days than your boss’s advances and flirty remarks.
“Come on, just give me a chance. You’ll see I’m not that bad!” he threw his arms in the air and you bit your lip.
“Mr-” you stopped yourself “Dean, I know you’re not.” you confessed looking him in the eyes “And I know that if the circumstances were different- I wouldn’t have hesitated for a second. Especially after such a surprise.” you added with a chuckle and he grinned.
“You like them?” he remembered the flowers he had sent to your apartment. One of his many attempts in getting you “Took my brother’s advice in it.”
“The flowers were amazing, really.” you admitted “But I was mostly referring to the sweets, especially the pie.”
“Well, that one was my idea actually.” he confessed, full of pride and you giggled.
“Oh I bet!” you shook your head with a laugh.
“Say-” he spoke up, a hand again being placed on your back “How about I take you out… for pie and burgers and we can make a fresh start?”
“Dean” you sighed “You’re not going to give up, are you?”
“Hell to no.” he confessed.
“May I ask you- why are you so interested in me? Up until a few months ago I was just one of the secretaries until I became your personal assistant. But still- nothing more.” you dared look him in the eyes, only to see confusion written all over his face.
“I think we’ve made it clear that you got this position because you are the only one that actually puts effort into their work. Plus, you’re the only one that knows me so well and doesn’t dress up on purpose to show off and turn me on.” he shrugged, before pressing you close to him “That happens either way.” he added and you rolled your eyes at his cheekiness.
“I’m only wearing a white blouse and pencil shirt.” you mumbled.
“As I said- too fucking hot.” he growled almost in your ear and for the first time you let him kiss your cheek without you pushing him away.
“Dean” the way his name left your lips was definitely something you weren’t planning on.
Dean grinned widely “See? Already getting there-” he licked his lips “Do you really want to know why I am so interested in you?” he said in a low rough voice “Because you’re special. Because every morning you have walked in my office, hair a mess, no make up on and clothes a little a little wrinkled with a few buttons undone-” he paused for a moment, his eyes roaming your body “I can only think of how gorgeous you look, and how I’d love to see this sight every fucking morning. Especially after an intense night of-” he paused grinning up at you, only to see a hint of red on your cheeks.
“Gosh I would so love that.” he breathed out huskily, his breath tingling your lips as his face stood only a few inches away from yours.
“I’m- I’m not that-”
“I swear to god, if you complete that sentence I am just going to grab you and prove you wrong right here and now in any way you can imagine.” he said with a slight growl and you swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling yourself shiver when his hands started traveling. You couldn’t deny you liked it a little too much.
“Do you even know the things you do to me when you lean over my desk?” he whispered, resting his forehead on the side of your head; his lips brushing past your ear “With those tight, black skirts. I’ve had such a fucking hard time concentrating during meetings just because of you. You don’t even have to touch me, hell not even say something and I know I am a goner. I can’t think straight when you are in the same room. And gosh, you’re not even doing it on purpose. You’re so clueless.” he grinned “So adorably clueless.”
“Mr Winchester” you whispered, fisting his suit jacket in your hand.
“And the way you say that- I hated it so much at first, it felt like you put a wall between us. I still do but at the same time-it sounds so innocent, so unintentional that you can’t realize how cute and hot it sounds at the same time.” he chuckled and you bit your lip.
“And as if all of that is not enough you- you are such an amazing woman. You actually listen to me when I need it, you try to understand me and you- you love rock too. You listen to me ramble about my car when my own brother always tries to make me shut up when I do. You actually know so much about me, every side of me, that no other woman I’ve been with has ever known. And that’s only because you are the one interested.”
“I can’t help it you know.” you whispered, looking at him through your eyelashes.
“I know. Trust me baby, I know.” he breathed out, cupping your face and before you had the time to react he crashed his lips to yours.
What do you think about an “i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au with charmer or nurseydex or zimbits or something??
Well, I don’t know if you expected three mini fics, and I didn’t fully follow the prompt, but here we are.
Look, Chris knew it was dumb. He knew that everyone on earth had a plain black suitcase, he knew he should have double-checked the luggage tag, he knew it was important to be sure abut these things. But knowing what he should have done couldn’t help him when he finally got his suitcase home and opened it up to find mostly yoga pants and sundresses.
He zipped the bag back up and flipped open the luggage tag. It was cute, pink with some metallic lettering saying “I’m outta here!” in a handwritten font. Chris blamed jetlag and the redeye flight for making him miss the fact that it wasn’t his Sharks tag. He blamed the bag’s owner for not filling out any of the information on the tag.
Well, sorry random girl, he thought. He opened the suitcase up again to try to see if he could find anything that would give him a clue as to who the suitcase owner was. He moved a makeup bag aside, and hit gold immediately. Well, Samwell red. A Women’s Volleyball tshirt– mystery suitcase girl had to be on the volleyball team.
“Hey Ransom!” he yelled. “You’re facebook friends with all the volleyball team right?”
“He’s friends with everyone on campus!” Holster yelled back.
“Ask their captain if anyone flew in from the Bay Area and lost their luggage!”
“Is Justin here? My captain said he’s got my suitcase.” Chris overheard her at the door. He grabbed the bag and started hauling it downstairs. As he set it down at the bottom and caught sight of the girl in the doorway, he froze. She was pretty. Like, really pretty.
“Um, hi,” he said.
“So you’re Justin? Oh my god, I’m so glad it wasn’t some total rando who got my bag.”
“I’m actually Chris, Justin was just the one who was friends with your captain. Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of had to look through your stuff? Your luggage tag wasn’t filled out.” The girl laughed.
“Yours wasn’t either! Me and my teammates were like one minute away from googling the record holder for most San Jose Sharks merch, but it totally makes sense that you’re on the hockey team.”
“Since we both forgot to write our numbers down, maybe we should do that now?” Chris suggested. The girl grinned, grabbed his phone out of his hand, and opened up a new contact. She punched in a number, and when she handed it back he saw a text of several random emojis addressed to the new contact of “Caitlin Farmer” with a girl farmer emoji and a volleyball emoji.
“Text me sometime, and maybe we can get dinner?” she said, and she was gone with her suitcase.
Chris collapsed on the couch, a dreamy look in his eyes.
“Chowder? You get your suitcase back?” Bitty called out from the kitchen.
“Yeah! and I think I’m in love now!”
“Cheryl, I’m telling you, I had a ton of inspiration on the plane and I wrote some great stuff for act three. No. No, it wasn’t just me thinking it’s great because I popped some melatonin and got really sleepy. It’s like, legit. Yeah, I’ll send it over as soon as I get home and–”
Derek slammed into something. If he’d been holding his phone in his hand (bluetooth is a blessing when you drop stuff easily) it would have launched across the airport. As it was, his post-flight latte was soaking through the nice white shirt of the handsome stranger in front of him.
“Shit,” the stranger said, looking down to survey the damage.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted myself to make a phone call and not be clumsy after such a long flight,” Derek said. He set his briefcase down and pulled a wad of napkins out of the outside pocket. The guy took a deep breath, going from murderous to calm in a few seconds.
“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, it’s not your fault,” the guy said, setting down his own briefcase and accepting the napkins. He blotted at his shirt.
“Let me pay for the dry cleaning. Or a replacement,” Derek offered. The man shook his head.
“It’s fine, it probably needed to go to the cleaners anyways.” He checked his watch. “If I run, I can probably get a new one before my meeting.” He wadded the napkins into one big ball, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the exit with a terse nod. Derek, feeling terrible about the whole thing, picked up his own briefcase and walked to baggage claim.
By the time he was reunited with his home office, a cozy bookshelf-lined room in his brownstone, he had almost forgotten about the coffee incident. He was focused on sending the manuscript to Cheryl. Unfortunately, that was going to be difficult, considering he pulled a PC laptop out of the bag instead of his Mac.
Derek stared at the computer for a full minute. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Hesitantly, he opened the laptop. On one side of the keyboard there was a weird thing that a few seconds of phone googling told him was a fingerprint scanner. Shit. He hit the space bar experimentally. Something flashed on the screen, and then was replaced with just a plain black screen with red text: ACCESS DENIED
Derek swore. He started to look through the rest of what was in the briefcase, but was disappointed to find it empty except for the laptop’s charger, three packs of gum, and receipts from a lobster shack in Maine. Shit. Nothing in here would tell him anything about the redhead he’d launched a latte at.
He closed the laptop dejectedly, ignored his editor’s text messages, and went into the kitchen to make himself lunch and feel sorry for himself. This was the universe punishing him for covering a cute guy with coffee. If he had just kept his focus and waited to call his editor later, he could have sent the draft along and saved it and not be desperately trying to remember his inspiration.
Just as the self-pity spiral was really taking off, the doorbell rang. Derek sighed, put down his tea, and walked to the door. When he opened it, it wasn’t Girl Scouts or Jehovah’s Witnesses, but the guy from the airport.
“Cancel whatever you’re doing today, I need to teach you the most basic principles of digital security,” the guy said, pushing past Derek into the dining room. He shoved a stack of papers onto a chair and pulled Derek’s laptop out.
“I’m Will, by the way, I make software that’s hopefully a step ahead of viruses.”
“Is the draft still there?”
“The draft of what?” The guy looked confused.
“My third act breakthrough. I’m a novelist, I need to get it to my editor and I couldn’t remember if I saved it,” Derek explained.
“You know you can set up an auto-save every five minutes or so, right?” Will asked.
“This might be surprising to you, but I’ve never had a cute guy storm into my house and yell at me about computers before.” Will looked up from Derek’s computer, blushing.
“I haven’t had a cute guy dump a gallon of coffee all over me and steal my laptop before, either, but here we are.”
“Maybe you can yell about computers over lunch with me?”
Button downs. Tank tops. Slacks. Shorts. Three rolling pins. A pie tin. A half-emptied multipack of sharpies.
No lucky puck. No clothes in his size. No jerseys.
Jack sighed. It would just be too much to ask for anything to go well today. He picked up his phone to call someone with the Falconers, in the hope that they could talk to the airline and sort all this out. At the same time, his phone lit up with Tater’s face.
“Zimmboni! Look on twitter. Small internet baker has your suitcase!” Tater hung up before he could reply, so Jack just opened twitter instead.
omgcheckplease: A bunch of pucks, some dirty jerseys, and a history textbook. Either I’m back in college or this isn’t my suitcase.
omgcheckplease: .@falcsofficial please tell your #1 player to DM me and come get his shit
omgcheckplease: and @falcsofficial tell him to give me my shit back. my hockey days are in the past, I need rolling pins, not a mouthguard
Jack smiled and laughed in the way a person laughs when they’re alone, just blowing more air than normal out of his nose. He looked through the twitter for a minute– the guy, Eric Bittle, was a Providence-based chef, whose latest tweets were mostly greetings to the various cities he’d been visiting on tour. Jack clicked the media tab on the account, and looked through the pictures. Bittle was cute. He wrote a reply.
zimmboni: .@omgcheckplease how do I send u a DM
omgcheckplease: .@zimmboni you don’t deserve to be verified, oh my god #verifybittle2k17
A few seconds later another notification popped up, and he tapped it to be brought to a DM window.
omgcheckplease: hey! sorry about the mixup. I can only imagine how confused you were to find all my book tour stuff.
zimmboni: Probably as confused as you were finding hockey stuff?
omgcheckplease: I wasn’t joking in my tweets, I did play hockey before I got into the whole cookbook/food show thing
zimmboni: Exactly, I did a book tour last year in the off-season :-)
omgcheckplease: oh my gosh, isn’t it the best and the worst?
zimmboni: I know. It’s great to meet people and talk about your work, but it’s exhausting.
omgcheckplease: that’s why I’m so excited to be back in Providence! at least until the next cookbook.
zimmboni: Well we should probably meet up to trade suitcases. Want to meet somewhere for dinner?
omgcheckplease: don’t trust me to learn where your house is?
zimmboni: I mean, if dinner goes well enough…
omgcheckplease: OH. okay, then, Mr. Zimmermann, it’s a date.
Jack smiled to himself, and got ready for his date.
There may have been fourteen players on the field but Draco only had eyes
for one. Fast, lean, focused, Potter was like a bullet the way he shot across
the Quidditch pitch. The other seeker didn’t stand a chance.
“No wonder you didn’t want me to come,” Blaise
said from beside Draco, breaking him from his trance.
It was true –
he didn’t want Blaise to come. Some of the eighth years had set up their own
Quidditch club. Draco wasn’t a part of it, of course, but that didn’t mean he
didn’t wake up ridiculously early every morning so he could watch them, well, Potter, play.
Draco, of course – he had the worst luck, made the
mistake of stepping on that creaking
floorboard by Blaise’s bed – he usually avoided it but the early starts had
started to make his brain a little foggy.
Blaise hadn’t been too happy at being awoken before
the sun itself, but the more Draco pushed for him to go back to sleep, the more
curious he had become. In the end, he insisted Draco take him with him.
Draco forced his eyes to land on another player before
replying. "What do you mean by that?“
Draco kept his face straight ahead, avoiding Blaise’s
knowing eyes. “I enjoy Quidditch.”
“Maybe you enjoy it a little too much.”
Draco averted his eyes as Potter flew into his line of
vision. That was hardly his fault. He turned to Blaise. “I don’t know what
Blaise smirked. “I think you know exactly what I mean.” Blaise jerked
his head out to the field. “Heads up, lover boy.”
Draco turned back to find Potter hurtling towards
them, the snitch at the edge of the pitch where they sat in the stands. With
his Quidditch robes flying behind him and a fierce determination in his eyes,
Potter looked like a dream. In fact, Draco had had this very dream, maybe with
a few minor adjustments to the rest of Potter’s clothing. (What clothing?)
Potter’s hand closed around the snitch – close enough that Draco could
have leaned forward and snatched it up himself – and a low hissing sound
escaped his mouth. Draco felt the sound in his entire body.
Potter twisted his broom with ease, avoiding impact with the stand, and
flew back to his team, his hand raised high, showing off his win.
Draco slumped back – he had somehow found himself at
the very tip of his seat, leaning into the pitch. His heart pounded against his
chest, as if it wished to escape.
“What was that?”
Draco waved a hand dismissively, focusing on calming
his heartbeat. “It’s parseltongue. Potter use to – does speak it.”
“That’s not what I –“ Blaise paused. His voice
grew mocking. “Oh no.”
Draco looked over to Blaise, alarmed. “What?”
Blaise smiled – it stretched over his face slowly. “You
liked that, didn’t you?”
“No, I didn’t!” Draco crossed his legs nervously. He
immediately regretted it when Blaise’s eyes were drawn to the action, widening
at the implication.
“You did!” Blaise clapped his hands together. He was
enjoying this. “You pervert! Potter’s snake tongue has got you all hot and
“You’re being ridiculous,” Draco insisted. “Why would –
“ Draco spotted Potter flying back up to the stand and his voice faltered. The
snitch was nowhere to be seen.
Blaise leaned into Draco to whisper: “Better keep your
Draco blushed. “I AM NOT HA - Potter!” Draco yelled as
Potter approached. “Good catch.” Great
form. Amazing body.
Potter dismounted his broom, considerably less gracefully
then he flew. “Thanks, Malfoy” he said, one hand coming up to rub the back of
his neck. “I didn’t know you were - I mean, did you want to play? Is that why
you’re here? Because I can – “
“I’m fine,” Draco interrupted. He didn’t fancy making
a fool of himself.
“Draco prefers to watch,” Blaise added. Draco shot him
a murderous look. Blaise. Was. Dead.
Luckily, Potter didn’t catch on to the meaning. He
shuffled on the spot. “Oh, okay then. If you change your mind, let – “
“Why do you - when you - why do you do that?” Draco
blurted out before Potter could leave.
Potter tilted his head, staring at Draco intently with
puckered eyebrows, confusion clear on his face.
“He means why do you speaks parseltongue when you
catch the snitch,” Blaise translated.
Potter’s face relaxed; he laughed sheepishly. “You
heard that? It’s just something that happens when I’m not concentrating on what
I’m saying.” Potter paused to think about it. “You know, when I’m reacting
“Reacting instinctively hmm?” Blaise repeated, his
whole face alight. “That must happen quite a bit huh, Potter?” Blaise said with
a painfully obvious wink, nudging Draco as he did.
“Yeah, actually, it’s – “ Blaise’s implication must
have hit Potter a second too late. He fumbled over his words. “What are you -
Oh I didn’t mean - that’s not - I mean, you don’t need to - um.” Potter closed
his mouth firmly, a blush creeping over his cheeks. Draco could see the cogs in
Potter’s mind working overtime, trying to find an escape. Draco felt quite the
same way. Blaise was worse than dead.
“I should get back to the team,” Potter said, after a
telling pause, mounting his broom.
“Bye, Potter,” Blaise said sweetly. “Draco looks
forward to the opportunity to hear your parseltongue once more.”
Potter hissed again, low and breathy. Draco didn’t
require a translation to know Potter was swearing.
“He means during Quidditch,” Draco quickly covered up,
crossing his legs tighter and internally vowing to destroy Blaise for the most
mortifying experience of his life.
“No I – “
Draco clapped a hand over Blaise’s mouth before he
could ruin Draco’s day further. Draco tried to smile at Potter, his face
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” Potter said, his face
just as aflame as Draco’s. “Our next Quidditch meet,” he explained when Draco
Draco nodded a little too enthusiastically once he
understood Potter’s meaning, already anticipating the next time he might hear
Potter make that hissing sound again. “Yeah, see you tomorrow, Potter.”
Summary: Reader and Dean are…you guessed it…hexed. Is it a sexual curse or something more?
Word Count: 2111
Warnings: Lots of language, lots of smut (rough-ish smut)
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There is a time and place for everything, this is neither the time nor the place. Not for Dean to be looking at me like that, no sir. Had I always hoped he’d fix those ethereal green eyes on me that way? My mama didn’t raise a liar, so I’m not going to lie to you. Yeah, I want that man to fix those eyes on me just like that. Wanted him to for a long time now. There’s a lot of things I want from Dean Winchester. That man is a walking wet dream, sex on bow-legs.
Things is, he’s not supposed to be looking at me like that. Sure as hell not right this very minute. It’s not part of the plan. We’re working a fucking case for god’s sake. I’m not talking about research or footwork, interviewing and investigating. We are legitimately standing in this room right the fuck now and a motherfucking witch was just here with us. There is a blade in my hand and a gun in his. We had a job to do, one goddamn job.
Now that bitch of a witch is gone. Poof, vanished, adios amigos, just fucking gone. She mumbled some shifty spell work and now Dean fucking Winchester is looking like he wants to screw my brains out.
I’m looking right back at him and I got the same look in my eye.
I don’t know what that piece of shit did to us, but my breasts are heavy, achy. My nipples are straining against the fabric of my bra and if somebody doesn’t touch them right this very instant and relieve that pressure, I’m going to scream. Or come. I don’t know which.
There’s a burning in between my thighs, I’m squeezing them together hoping to ease some of the pressure but it’s only making it worse. Times infinity. My skin is all heat and fire, I’m consumed by need and lust.
Dean is a mirror, his eyes reflect back at me the same fever I’m feeling. I can see his cock - Jesus fucking Christ - swelling and straining against those blue denim jeans. In three short steps his crossed the room, a strangled sound leaving his lips before his lips press to mine. Our weapons clatter to the ground making one hell of a racket, but I give no fucks.
sports: the star player and point guard for the uni’s basketball team
clubs: wanted to join the art club but it conflicted with practice so his coach said he should drop it
jaehyun is what you could call a campus celebrity, as in everyone always greets him and not only students ,,,,,,,but teachers too
all the faculty are always like jaehyun!!! you won us another trophy!!!! and jaehyun is like “well the whole te-” and they’re like cANT WaIT foR YOU TO TAKE US TO NATIONALS
and he’s just,,,,very humble about it because he doesn’t really know what to do with all the attention,,,,,and his friends (we are all looking at johnny) don’t let him live it down
and it’s /true/ his basketball scholarship is paying his full tuition and he loves the sport,,,,,,,,so he plays and practices with everything he’s got
but also,,,,,he’s got interests and hobbies
and everyone on the team thinks he chose his “art major” because it’s “easy” and wont cut into practice
because they’re all like jaehyun,,,,,you’re gonna get scouted and go pro right??????
but the reality is jaehyun,,,,,,jaehyun likes art. he likes looking at it, learning about it,,,,,,,,and making it
yuta once pointed out that jaehyun’s hands are perfect for playing basketball they’re strong and big and can hold the ball really well while,,,,,,,ahem taeyong here with his bony little - jkjk
but jaehyun had agreed,,,,,his hands are nice,,,,,but they’re strong not only for basketball but because he likes to sculpt
just being in the studio,,,working with clay,,,,it calms him down but it also takes a lot of physicality that people overlook
and out of everyone it feels like only some of his friends get that his future isn’t just basketball basketball basketball,,,,,,
like mark and ten think it’s really cool and taeil always seems to cut the conversation when doyoung and johnny go off on tangents about how ~cool~ pro basketball jaehyun will be
but,,,,,,,,jaehyun knows he has responsibilities to the team,,,the school,,,,,and to keeping his scholarship
also lets all take a moment to enjoy jaehyun in the basketball uniform,,,,sweaty,,,,towel around his neck
or even better,,,,,jaehyun after practice in a tank top,,,,,sweat pants,,,,,wet hair from the showers
ok ahem moving on
johnny does this thing where he yells JEFFREY at every game and jaehyun would flip him off if he wasnt such a sweet person LOL
keeps all the banners people make for him because he doesnt have the heart to throw them away or not accept them
and his roommate mark is like bro,,,,,,,,bro our closet is overflowing,,,brO
half the people in his art classes think he’s a joke and try to be high and mighty about how he’s just a jock,,,,,,,,,,but the other half are just heart eyes because wOW look at his muscles
does the thing where he carries everything during studio or shop classes like literally carried about fifteen peoples projects,,,,then held the door open for people getting their huge portfolios or canvases through the door,,,,,got the wood for one person,,,,the clay blocks for another
he really cannot say no,,,,,,,its a problem jfldsgifdjlkfs
he comes back from class completely SPENT and mark is like,,,,,,,i didn’t know art involved so much,,,,,heavy lifting
jaehyun with his face in the pillow: you dont even know mark,,,,,,you dont even know
wakes up super early to go running and do push ups on the field and everyone thinks he’s being super intense listening to some wild edm music getting pumped up but actually he’s listening to a podcast on alien abduction or something because hes always bringing it up like
catch him sitting in sculpture II talking to his seatmate about the existence of extraterrestrial beings
and the person is just like ???????? and jaehyun is like “im telling you,,,,,they exist!!!!”
and then after he’s sitting next to ten and johnny telling them what happened and how his seatmate looked kinda scared and ten is like oh sweetheart,,,,,,,,,,,,,you probably gave the kid a heartattack
johnny just laughs his ass off so much he chokes on his rice
he’s a silly boy,,,who is actually much more than his athleticism and he secretly wishes more people,,,,,,,would just accept him as a normal college student and not the ‘star player of the basketball team’
like he wants to join clubs!! meet people!! talk to teachers about upcoming exhibits,,,go to museums,,,,go on,,,,,,,,,,,,,,dates
but he also feels like he can’t let people down not when even winwin is asking him to sign his notebook because wow jaehyun is on a real winning roll for the team!!!!
sometimes when he gets super tired from practice and class he’ll start sleep talking to himself in english and he’ll do it like right in the library where he fell asleep on his books
doyoung even took a video of it and it became a meme on campus,,,,,,jaehyun was not happy and chased doyoung around the campus like ten times till taeil just took doyoungs phone and deleted it
doyoung: how did you get my password???
taeil: i knew your password was ilovetaeyong don’t play yourself
you know jaehyun because he’s in your sculpting studio class and unlike most of the people there you don’t care that he’s a jock but you also don’t care about his good looks
mostly because,,,,,,,you care about your sculpture LOL not some dude in class who seems to be involved in so much gossip
the one thing you do care about and know,,,,,is that he’s got talent. you’ve been seeing him diligently work on this very pretty marble replica of strazza’s the veiled virgin
and it’s hard to make marble look like cloth,,,,,,but somehow he’s been pulling it off nicely
and whenever he isn’t in the studio,,,you couldn’t help yourself but go and take a closer work because really,,,,,,,,,did the basketball stare really do this>??
and one afternoon you happen to be working on your own piece while jaehyun is around and you know
you exchange the pleasantry nods and whatnot,,,but for the most part it’s quiet aside from the noise of your tools which is completely fine with you
until,,,,,,,,suddenly it’s anything but quiet
because the door has busted open and a couple of jaehyun’s rowdy teammates have strolled inside,,,,,,
and they’re like “coach said practice schedule is fucked up and we gotta be in the gym in ten minutes, let’s go jung”
and jaehyun is like ill be there but i need time to clean up-
“it’s just your art stuff, do it later and if its jacked just say it’s ‘abstract’”
you pretend to not listen,,,,but for some reason you can already feel something bad is going to happen
and just as you gaze over your shoulder you see one the dudes lean against the table,,,,,jaehyun’s almost done sculpture sitting dangerously close to the side
before you can think you open your mouth to say he should move it when,,,,,,,the dude turns to look at you and,,,,,,then you hear the sound
the sound,,,,,of broken marble
the shattered remains of jaehyun’s sculpture spread out on the floor of the studio in a sad,,,,big mess
and you can’t see that well across the room but jaehyun’s body has gone rigid and the group of loud boys have come to a hushed silence
you hear one of them swallow,,,another says they need to hurry to practice and that he’ll tell the coach jaehyun’s gonna be late
everyone leaves and you watch,,,wide eyed as jaehyun stares at the pile that was once all his hard work
you think for a minute that,,,,,he’s going to get mad,,,,start screaming?? flailing his arms??? throwing things??? chasing that douche bag??
but jaehyun does nothing,,,,,he just drops to his knees and with his own hands starts to clean up
and you ,,,, can’t just watch anymore
you set down your own work and go over with a bag, crouching down next to jaehyun and helping him pick up the broken marble
startled he looks up,,,,and you can’t believe it when you see him try and force a smile
“it’s ok, you don’t have to hel-”
“why didn’t you drag him back here? why didn’t you tell that asshole to go to hell? you at least deserved to do that.”
silently jaehyun stares at you,,,,before going back to cleaning with a small shrug
“it’s fine. i haven’t been working on this too long anyway.”
stopping you move some hair from your face and furrow your eyebrows
“what are you talking about, you’ve been working on this for weeks?”
jaehyun’s shoulders seem to drop,, his hands shaking over the remaining pieces and you hear him sigh
not understanding why he’s holding back so much you ask him again
“why didn’t you tell him to go to-”
“because he’s on my team. the team,,,,,is more important right now.”
scoffing you push jaehyun’s hand away,,, for a second you think you’re being rude but at the same time you don’t know how to deal with that kind of logic
“if the team is important go to practice, i can take care of this. also ,,,,, is it jaehyun?”
jaehyun meets your eyes,,,suddenly sitting up straight and nodding and you shake your head
“don’t devalue your own work and talent. tell that guy, even if he is on your team that he should have some respect for what you do,,,,,,even if it isn’t baseball.”
“i,,,i play basketball”
“,,,,,,,,,,oh,,,,,,,wELL same thing. you should tell him off.”
laughing a little at yourself you make another comment that if jaehyun wants you can teach him some ‘choice’ words perfect for telling someone off but jaehyun refuses politely and says that he really cant make u clean all this up
but you shoo him away again and jaehyun,,,,stares at you for a moment
trying to remember,,,,,your name,,,,,,who you are,,,,,and when he says your name you look at him again and you’re like yes?
and he just fluster’s a bit and is like oh ,,, no i was just remembering it,,,im ,,im gonna go now
and you’re like ok? and he nearly trips over himself as he’s leaving but you just shrug it off and clean up and,,,,,really you cant believe it
murmuring to yourself about how if it had been your sculpture you would have lost your shit
but either way you find yourself going into the storage room,,,getting out a new block of marble and placing it on top of jaehyun’s work desk.
with a small note: ‘do it again, but this time dont keep it at the edge of the table’
at practice,,,jaehyun apologizes in front of the coach,,,,,and it all seems fine but also he cant,,,,,,concentrate
because every time he’s supposed to assist or pass the ball he can barely aim and everyone is like jaehyun???? Stop being so upset about the sculpture art is easy to pass, just make something half-assed c’mon
and jaehyun doesn’t say anything,,,,but it isn’t even the sculpture that has his brain in a fog,,,,,,,
because ever since he started that class,,,,,he knew who you were,,,,but why didn’t he know anything else
and why ,,,,,,,,,,, was he so interested in knowing now
the next day,,,after coming to the studio you’d noticed that the marble was untouched ,,, which didn’t bother you but you’d hoped jaehyun would show up
and when he did,,,,,,,you were surprised to hear him call out to you
standing by the block of marble grinning,,,he pointed to it and is like “a gift from you?” and you just roll your eyes because,,,,,,,,,no it’s a gift from the school because does it look like you have money for marble
but jaehyun is still grinning
and you’re like “get to sculpting” and he’s like ,,,,,,,,i will
it’s ,,,,, a comfortable silence again
just like usual,,,just the sound of tools and the small specks of sunlight coming through the windows
but this time,,,,,when you look over to see how jaehyun is doing,,,,,,you look at him hard at work
his strong hands working carefully and with detail ,,,, but you notice something else
soft hair,,,,long eyelashes,,,,an almost perfect nose,,,,and lips,,,,,parted in concentration with a small hint of his tongue sticking out as he sits back to study his progress
and you’re like @ yourself like w,,,,,,what the heck are you looking at go back to your own work
but it’s TOO late and you’ve been caught staring and jaehyun is like “it’s not much yet,,,,im kind of not sure what to make”
and you try to gather yourself and not make it look like you were totally just checking him out and you’re like
“w-what about the veiled virgin or are you not gonna do that?”
jaehyun scrunches up his nose (so cutely - wait what?) and goes “i want to do something ,,, original,,,,,,i kind of,,,,,well it’s embarrassing”
and you’re like ????? whats embarrassing
and jaehyun scratches the back of his neck and is like “i want to enter it in the monthly contest at the museum,,,,,,,,,,but i know im not good enough and i dont have the ti-”
you put up your hand and jaehyun is like ? and you’re like “that’s a great idea! you should do it, actually you’re going to do it. because you deserve it.”
jaehyun seem slightly confused and you tilt your head and are like “whats that look for?”
and he’s like n,,,nothing just no one has ever,,,,,encouraged me to do something art related it just,,,,,,feels different
you try to hold back a chuckle but you can’t and you’re like ,,,,, jaehyun,,,,,,,do what you want, you have talent so use it oh and also
jaehyun lifts his shy gaze to meet yours and you’re like
“also learn to tell people off seriously.”
and he’s like yOURE STILL ON THAT And you’re like YES I AM SERIOUSLY HOW DID YOU NOT YELL AT THAT DUDE I WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM
jaehyun just sighs and is like you sound like johnny he always brings up dumb stuff from the past and ur like who is johnny and jaehyun brings his hands up and is like nothing nothing ill get back to work
and ,,,,, it’s like that for a while,,,,,,,,,,,
sometimes you and jaehyun are the only two in the room working,,,,,sometimes it’s more people ,,,,,,,,
but somehow,,,,,there’s something between you now maybe like an untold secret????
the fact that he hasnt told anyone else kind of makes you feel a bit special,,,but you also cant help but think,,,,,whats it like to have no one support you for that long
sure people are jaehyun’s basketball fans and whatnot but,,,,,does anyone tell him,,,,,,,basketball isn’t all he has to do,,,,,that art is a choice too
and you can’t believe it. you’re having sentimental thoughts about some BOY you’re not even that close with
like UGH WHAT THE HECK
you bang your head against your laptop keyboard and your friend is like dude hello u ok??? and ur like i gtg ,,,, work on my sculpture and she’s like it’s ten pm- and ur like its fine i know where the spare is
and so you head over to the studio,,,,,,it’s dark in the hallway but you can see the lights are from under the crack in the door
and when you put your hand on the knob,,,the door opens easily
and you see jaehyun,,,,hunched over the marble,,,,,,and you can see that it’s the mold of someones face
but there doesn’t seem to be much detail in it yet and jaehyun finally notices you and smiles and he’s like “are you here to work?”
and you nod,,,,,coming over and looking at his sculpture before you can’t help it and go “whose it going to be?”
jaehyun sits back,,,,chewing on his bottom lip and going “i don’t know,,,,,”
you sigh and remind him that if he wants to enter it,,,he’s going to have to submit it to the museum by the end of the week and jaehyun is like i know i know
but then,,,,,as you’re both sitting in silence again,,,,,,jaehyun turns around and asks “are you hungry?”
and it’s,,,,nearing midnight but,,,,,,,a snack couldn’t hurt
and to your surprise jaehyun pulls out peaches and bread from his back and you’re like ??? do you just carry those around
and he’s like “yeah i also have protein bars in here, instant ramen - do you want ramen?”
and you’re like,,,,,i???? it’s ok ill take a peach
before you know it,,,,,your work has been abandoned and you and jaehyun are sitting across from each other talking about this and that
till he says something about practice tomorrow at 8 am and you realize it’s past 2 am now
and you both have to gather your things and sneak back to your dorms and jaehyun ,,,, before you leave
says that he’s thankful that sculpture of his was broken and you raise an eyebrow and he jsut smiles and is like “if it hadn’t broken,,,,,we wouldn’t have go to hang out like this.”
and you’re like o,,,h,,,,,,,,,,and god dammit why does jaehyun make your cool, aloof personality crumble
but he waves and is gone before you can blush in front of him and embarrass yourself
,,,,,,and it’s like,,,,,,,,,now it isn’t just two art students in a class together,,,,,,it’s friends
finally the last day of the week comes and you’re in the studio,,,looking at jaehyun whose covered his sculpture with a towel and you’re like ,,,,,,,jaehyun show it to me
and he’s just giving you a sly smile and is like you’ll see it at the museum
and you’re like ,,,,,,,,heY where would you be if i didn’t encourage you now show me-
but before you can finish your argument the door opens again and jaehyun’s basketball teammates appear again
out of precaution jaehyun moves his sculpture to the table behind him and you give most of them an unamused look as they start touching this and that
jaehyun asks whats up and one of the guys is like “c’mon, coach wants us to have a big meeting about strategy for next week.”
you look at jaehyun and then at the sculpture
“jaehyun has to come with me to the museum, tell the coach he’ll be there later.”
jaehyun turns to look at you,,,,,whose speaking with your hands crossed over your chest
the teammates just laugh and are like “and you are?”
and you’re like “jaehyun’s classmate. we’re submitting our sculptures to the museum. the deadlines in an hour so,,,,,,,he’ll be there later.”
the laughter stops and one of the teammates steps toward you
standings tall,,,,,,obviously since he’s also a basketball player,,,,,you don’t let it intimidate you but at the same time you realize that there’s four more people,,,,,,,four more people who dont want jaehyun to go with you
“i don’t think i remember jaehyun saying anything about that. so,,,,,he’ll be going with us.”
you frown and open your mouth but suddenly jaehyun steps in front of you and lets one hand rest on your wrist
and he’s like “guys, ill go with you. no big deal.”
turning to you,,,,jaehyun mouths for you to let it go but you can’t,,,,because again,,,,,,basketball is in the way of something else he loves
and you’re like “no you won’t, jaehyun you need to submit the sculpture in person -”
jaehyun just smiles,,,but you can see the sadness in his eyes and he says its fine, there’s next month.
with that,,,you watch him follow his teammates out and you’re left alone,,,,,jaehyun’s hidden sculpture on the table beside you
,,,,,,,,,,,,then you realize,,,,,,,,you can do it.
you can submit it for him
and carefully, you take the art into your arms and make way for the museum because there isn’t anyway you’re going to let jaehyun’s talent go to waste this time
and when you do get there,,,the woman accepting them asks for your name and you go “jung jaehyun” and she scribbles it down and asks what the name of the sculpture is
and you’re like,,,,,,,,,well you don’t even know because you didn’t even have the time to LOOK at it
so you kind of panic and blurt out ‘the one’,,,,,,thinking it is his first sculpture,,,,,and it is a person,,,,,,,,,so maybe its someone special?????
the woman waves her hand and says you may go
and with a beating heart you leave the museum and on the train back to school you think,,,,,,why didn’t you look at the sculpture?? were you scared,,,,,were you????? jealous of who it could be??
shaking off the idea you think that what matters now is if he wins or not
,,,,,,,,,and like clockwork the results come out and eagerly you visit the museums website and,,,,,,,,,,,
the winner,,,,,,jung jaehyun’s,,,,,,sculpture,,,,,,’the one’
and looking at the photo you almost drop out of your chair because the sculpture,,,,,,,,,,,the sculpture looks like you
and with no time to waste you dash out of your dorm,,,headed straight to the gym where you didn’t realize that there is going to be a game tonight
and the place is packed with students even though it doesnt start for another hour and you fight through the crowds on the bleachers
managing to get up to the court and jaehyun,,,,,whose doing stretches notices you
because well,,,,,,,out of excitement you literally run ONTO the court
and the ref and coach are yelling at you to stop but you don’t hear them and jaehyun is like “what are you-”
and you run right into his arms and you’re like “jAEHYUN YOU WON!! YOUR SCULPTURE IS IN THE MUSEUM”
and jaehyun is frozen,,,,,,the entire gym staring at you two and an uproar of whispers about how one jaehyun is,,,,,,an art major???? two,,,,,jaehyun is dating,,,,,,,you????? i mean you are in his arms?????? you did run acROSS THE COURT to see him????/
pulling back you look at jaehyun,,,,who seems to still be processing what you’ve said and he’s like h-how i didn’t submit it? and ur like i went,,,,i put it in and i,,,,,,,,i didn’t look at it but then i saw it on the website and jaehyun,,,,,,,,,,jaehyun was it me?
turning cherry red,,jaehyun stutters over his answer but it’s obviously a yes and you grin and jaehyun is like “you inspired me,,,,,,i mean you were the only one to say,,,,,,i deserved it.”
and your smile grows wider and you’re like you do,,,,jaehyun look you did it,,,,because you’re talented and i -
without knowing how to put it into words you lean in and jaehyun reflexively puts his hands on either side of your face to pull you closer and it’s a kiss
right there in front of the whole gym
(which you later realize and get vERY embarrassed about)
but in the moment it’s perfect and,,,,,,,,,when you pull back you’re like
“oh one more thing before i go because your coach looks like he might murder me -”
and jaehyun is like yes?? and you look around and find the dude who had broken jaehyun’s sculpture and you yell out his number and ur like “yeah you number 5,,,,,,,,,,,,this is me telling you off because jaehyun is too nice: GO TO HELL’ ok bye now”
and with that you dash off the court before the coach can chase you and jaehyun is standing there,,,,,lovestruck but also shocked
and the team is like what the hell jaehyun and he just shrugs because honestly,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you’re wild and he,,,,,,
he freaking loves it
you do get banned from games for a while,,,,,but its worth it
you hear that jaehyun won the game the next morning,,,mostly because you wake up to find all your friends standing over you demanding to know why the mvp of the uni basketball team just said in his winning interview that his significant other,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,YOU,,,,,,,,,,,really inspired him tonight
and you’re like ,,,,me/?? jaehyun??? my??? boyfriend??? and they’re like YEAH EXPLAIN
but you dont even know what to say because everything is kind of a blur and did kissing jaehyun in front of the whole student body mean you were now dating??? who knows
well jaehyun knows so thats why you go to find him
and you do,,,, he’s doing another run on the uni’s track field and when he spots you he smiles and comes over and you’re like heY,,,,,,,,,so,,,,,,,,
and he’s like “i,,,,,,hope you,,,,,,,,,didnt mind me calling you my,,,,,,,,,,,s-s-s-s-”
you kind of pretend to make a face and think about it,,,,rocking back and forth on your heels and you’re like hMMM well,,,,,,,
and jaehyun’s eyes turn into puppy eyes and he’s oh,,,no did i make you mad-
and you just lean up and kiss his cheek and you’re like nah, i like this straightforward jaehyun much more so,,,,,,,be like this more
jaehyun blushing: than can i be honest
jaehyun: ,,,,,,,did you like the sculpture?
you: i loved it. also,,,,i never knew someone could make me look so pretty
jaehyun: you’re stunning
you, blushing and trying to hide it behind your hands: ok,,,tOO straightforward
jaehyun throws his arm around you and you guys get off the track field and it’s,,,,cute because you’re walking across campus like an ACTUAL couple and okay,,,,this is,,,,,,something you could get used to
but yes dating jaehyun is like dating the sweetest boy who ever lived and ,,,,,,,,,,,wow do his friends really not let anyTHING go
you finally meet johnny and the first thing he says is “so,,,,,we gonna get a repeat of that basketball court smooch OH and dont forget the part where you told the dude to go to hell” and you’re like oh my god jaehyun you compared me tO HIM
and jaehyun is like oh,,,,,,,you know what i am sorry about that john here is special
john: excuse me,,,,,,jeffery
jaehyun: if it were not for the fact that im a soft angelic person i would have kill-
but the rest of nct all really like you because,,,,,,basically you help jaehyun out of his shell,,,,,,
taeil and ten especially because wow they havent ever seen jaehyun so open and happy to talk about art???? like they’ve known about his passion but,,,,,you’ve let him explore
also oh my god you can really shut johnny up ,,,, but it even works on doyoung???? like one look and walla,,,,,,,,they’re convinced you have magic powers
but in reality it’s because you gave doyoung a noogie and made him apologize for asking jaehyun if he could make a sculpture of taeyong’s face
jaehyun is the kind of boyfriend that becomes more comfortable with time,,,,which you don’t mind because taking it slow isn’t bad
like if holding hands is all he wants to do in public than of course you’ll respect that
but also when you steal kisses every now and then while he’s studying or sketching you can liteRALLY feel his face heat up
and you’re like how are you so handsome and yet so,,,,,easily flustered???? and jaehyun is like,,,,i ,,,,,,,,u,,,,,,kiss,,,,,,,,a,,,h,,, i need some water
he has a packed schedule between practice and spending more time on his art and you can tell when he hasn’t gotten any rest because he starts getting bags under his eyes and doesnt smile
and even though it’s kind of attractive,,,,you hate seeing him like that so you’ll literally sit in front of him and feed him lunch and be like “go to sleep on time, idc if the guys want to hang out after practice do you want to pass out tomorrow in class? no? exactly.”
someone once said you were a bossy s/o and u were like excuse m- but jaehyun just went ‘i would die without them so politely, leave us alone.’
but even with all your worry,,,, jaehyun has also taught you to be a bit softer
because yeah you always want to tell off his mean teammates or his over pressuring coach but jaehyun reminds you that sometimes in life you need to girt your teeth and take it
the amount of times he’s just pulled you into his arms when you’re fuming to calm you down,,,,,,,,you’ve lost count
does the thing where he nuzzles his nose into the top of your hair and you can feel him grip onto you a little tighter
and you realize that even though he’s strong, handsome, and smart,,,,,,even people so perfect need comfort and closeness
jaehyun let’s you wear his clothes but not without him denying that it’s his clothes is someone asks even though doyoung is like i literally gave you that hoodie like a year ago for christmas and jaehyun is like,,,,,,,,,,,i,,,,,,,,,,um
and you’re like yeah its his we just spent an hour cuddling in his bed so i wanted to wear i-
jaehyun laughing really loud over you like hAHAHA we nEED To go bYE dOYOUNG
it’s hard now to work in the same room on your art because you and jaehyun get distracted and its like u can go maybe an hour before one or the other comes over and you guys start talking and its just,,,,,,
heart eyes @ each other from then on out
whenever he smiles and the dimples come out you literally are like let me take a photo and jaehyun is like but u have 394302 photos of me smiling,,,,and ur like i can never have enough i love dimple
whenever you want to go on dates,,, jaehyun always suggests something outdoorsy and active and sometimes you forget that jaehyun is Good At All the Sports
and it’s like dating an olympic athlete,,,,,,you cannot keep up most of the time,,,,,,,
but its fine because jaehyun,,,even though he’s trying to run up this mountain,,,,,will contain himself just for you ildjsfg
gets corny when he sees kids and is like “a family,,,,,,in the future would be so nice,,,,,,,,” and you’re like “you’re smiling like a dad jaehyun” and he’s like oOPS,,,,,,,,but it’s,,,,,,,,,it’s cute
you can see that he’s so gentle and caring with everyone he meets you can’t help but be like,,,,,,,,he is,,,,,,going to be a great parent some day
you didnt believe he could cook well too when ten told you about jaehyun’s secret delicious ramen
but then you guys were making some,,,jaehyun standing at the stove,,,,and you sitting on the kitchen counter and when he’d feed you you were like hOLY SHIT THIS IS AMAZING
and jaehyun just laughed and u were just like jaehyun tell me baby are you a robot because you’re good at everything
and he was shy but he was like no im real here ill prove it,,,,,,he kissed you and u were like ur right robots can’t do that with their tong-
you once stayed at his dorm for a date and when jaehyun picked beauty and the beast you kinda teased him a bit ,,, but also ended up cuddled up together crying about the beast’s backstory
and then making out for like an hour because it’s hard not to when jaehyun just wears sweats ,,,,,,and your shirt is really loose,,,,,,,,, and jaehyun is good at kissing,,,,,,,,,,,,very good,,,,,,,,,,,,, and -
but mark came back pretty early and you guys had to pretend you were just playing cards instead
mark: i didnt know your hair could be so messy playing cards. huh
you and jaehyun sweating like uH,,,,,
you’d managed to sneak into one of his games but unfortunately instead of staying quiet you’d basically yelled for jaehyun to CRUSH the other team and the coach had to chase you out again
but you waited outside of the gym and instead of kissing the trophy and celebrating jaehyun had ran straight outside to you and honestly,,,,,,,,,what could the coach do about that? LOL
jaehyun jokingly challenging you to some basketball but since he wouldn’t let you score you were like fine i wont kiss u for a whole week
and jaehyun basically begged for you to not be mad and u just couldn’t resist
like have you seen jaehyun’s big,,,brown eyes????
you’d caved and just started kissing his face all over and jaehyun just grinning and hold you around the waist and ,,,,,,,,,basically you two being super duper cute
someone complimenting jaehyun’s artwork: you smugly going that’s my boyfriend and yes he’s amazing and did i mention that he’s taken,,,,i love him
jaehyun blushing but also loving the fact that you love him so openly and unapologetically
and wow let me mention this one last time: jaehyun in a basketball uniform but also,,,,,,,,,,jaehyun concentrating hard on a sculpture with a low cut shirt and big hands covered in clay,,,,,,,,like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,yall
Peter's girlfriend (another teen avenger) being really badly injured (like stabbed or shot) on a mission and she's dying, but Peter can't get to her to say goodbye and another avenger is with her and trying to save her but it's too late?
A strangled scream escaped your lips as a bullet ripped through your stomach. The electric current which had previously been flowing from your hands died as your knees buckled and your hands flew to your belly, and came away slick with blood.
You were dimly aware of Bucky’s yell, but there was a dull ringing in your ears as you slumped to the ground. You braced yourself for your head to hit the concrete ground, but two arms, one flesh and one metal, caught you and pulled you gently to lean against someone’s chest.
“It hurts, Bucky,” you whispered, squinting up at the soldier. He combed through your hair carefully, cradling you and trying to smile reassuringly.
“You’re gonna be okay, kiddo. I need to try staunch the bleeding, okay? It’s gonna hurt, you wanna hold onto my hand?”
You nodded, reaching shakily for his metal hand and gripping it until your knuckles turned white as he applied pressure to your wound, making you cry out in pain.
“You’re being so brave, sweetheart,” Bucky told you, trying not to let his voice shake as blood still poured from your belly despite his attempts to staunch the flow. “The quinjet’ll be here soon, you’re gonna be okay.”
“Where’s Peter?” you mumbled, your eyes filling with tears of pain. “I wanna talk to Peter.”
Bucky’s heart clenched; he’d heard over the comms that Peter had been injured not long ago and taken back to the quinjet for treatment.
Tapping a finger to his earpiece, Bucky spoke, “Does Parker have an earpiece? It’s urgent.”
As he waited for one of his teammates to reply, he looked sadly down at you struggling to keep your eyes open. Ordinarily, he would’ve asked for the team to hurry up and get to you so they could save your life, but Bucky knew a fatal wound when he saw one. There was nothing to be done but keep you comfortable and pray that it would be a peaceful ending.
“I’ll give him mine, hang on,” came Natasha’s voice at last. You reached up shakily to grab at Bucky’s front.
He frowned in confusion, before noticing that there was no earpiece in your ear. He took his own earpiece out and placed it gently in your ear, and suddenly you could hear a familiar voice.
“Bucky? Bucky are you there?” Peter asked in confusion.
“Hey Pete,” you mumbled.
“(Nickname)? What’s wrong?”
“I love you,” you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” he replied instantly. “(Y/N) what’s going on? Why aren’t you and Bucky coming back to the quinjet?”
You screwed your face up in pain as you slipped from Bucky’s arms. He gathered you up again quickly, kissing the top of your head.
“You need to tell him,” the soldier whispered, his grey eyes shining with tears. Bucky had always had a soft spot for you, you were like a little sister to him, and it was tearing him apart to not be able to save you.
“Peter?” you murmured.
“I’m here,” he told you, his voice shaking.
“Peter, I’m hurt,” you told him, fear creeping in as the reality of what was going to happen to you sank in. “It’s bad.”
You could hear that he was crying too now.
“Please come back to the jet, we’ll get you fixed up, you’ll be-,”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, as it became harder and harder for you to string a sentence together. “I’m so sorry, Pete.”
“Don’t say that,” he sobbed. “You’re going to be okay, you’re gonna be fine.”
When you didn’t reply, Peter began calling your name. As he was greeted with silence, his calls turned into screams.
Bucky’s tears splashed onto your expressionless face as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and carefully closed your eyes. He took the earpiece from your ear and returned it to his own ear.
Peter only stopped screaming when he heard the crackle of someone moving the earpiece. His heart leapt with hope.
- When Logan felt a tug on his pantleg, he closed his eyes and prayed to every god he never believed in to be wrong. Then he looked down into a pair of big, brown eyes behind glasses much too large for his face. Welp, if he needed further proof that gods are fictional, here’s Exhibit A.
- “WHAT THE HECK DID YOU DO THIS TIME, ROMAN?!” Logan’s irritated shout brought the other two sides to the kitchen, where a very Tiny Patton was sitting on the counter, swinging his legs and giggling.
- “WHY does everyone always blame ME for these things?!” Virgil rolled his eyes at Princey’s affronted response.
“Because it has literally been your fault the last two times this happened, Sir Sing A Lot.”
-“….Touché, point well made Sir Surlypants.”
“When did I become a Sir???”
- If he weren’t entirely certain that screaming in rage would frighten Patton, Logan would have done it twice by now.
- They all thought Tiny Patton would be the easiest to handle. THEY THOUGHT WRONG.
- Tiny Patton is the embodiment of emotions, and without his maturity to help control him, he is…. volatile.
- Logan swiftly memorizes all of Tiny Patton’s preferences: which stuffie is his favorite, which pajamas ward off monsters, which sippy cup is correct and which juice is best (never making THOSE mistakes again).
- He blames Roman entirely for Patton suddenly referring to him as “Momma” instead of the much more preferable “Lo Lo”.
- It was actually Virgil who taught him that. He smirks every single time Tiny Patton says it.
- Patton adores Virgil, and if you thought he was protective of Tiny Roman, hoooo boy! There are new and fascinating depths to Virgil’s Protective Instinct™ and he doesn’t necessarily want to deal with why that is.
-Tiny Patton is a cuddle bug. He constantly asks to be carried, crawls into beds and laps and makes himself comfortable. Whether you’re frantically searching for a cure or not, as Logan found out. He is also an expert in why removing Tiny Patton from his perch is inadvisable.
- Logan sighed as Patton’s chubby hands lightly traced his face. Tiny Patton had an adorable, dreamy smile on his own face, but he was quiet and happy, so Logan wasn’t complaining. “Momma Lo Lo so pitty!”
- Logan’s eyes widened comically and he stared at the smaller counterpart. “I beg your pardon??? Are you calling me… pretty???”
- Tiny Patton’s enthusiastic nod was NOT adorable. “Momma Lo Lo so pitty! Love my Momma!”
- The warmth spreading over his cheeks was absolutely NOT a blush, Logic does not blush, STOP SNICKERING VIRGIL IT’S NOT FUNNY!
- Thomas groaned out loud when they popped up to tell him. “NOT AGAIN!!! Roman, why???”
“IT WASN’T MY FAULT!!!!”
“You keep telling yourself that, Princey.”
*Outraged Princey Noises*
- Tiny Patton tries his best to help Thomas, but he’s just not the best at it. Thomas finds himself responding in overly emotional ways, wanting to stomp his feet and pout when he doesn’t get his way, wanting to sob at every sad thing, wanting to giggle when he was happy. It was frustrating, but he understood, and he didn’t blame Patton.
- It’s really late, or early, depending on your perspective. Logan’s hair is mussed from constantly carding his fingers through it in frustration. Virgil is on the bed, skimming through his own stack of books, and Roman created a chair in the corner to lend a hand. Tiny Patton is curled up with his head on Virgil’s chest, one thumb firmly in his mouth, his favorite stuffie under his arm.
- They’ve been trying to reverse this for weeks, but so far nothing has worked. If it were magic, a spell from Roman’s kingdom, fixing Patton would be easy. They’ve been here before, after all. But it’s not, and with every passing day Logan can feel the knot in his stomach tighten.
- An aborted sob is forced out through perfectly clenched teeth, and Logan can feel hot, frustrated tears prickling behind his eyes.
- Virgil’s head snaps up, surprised to see the Logical side’s shoulders hunched, one hand over his mouth. Roman immediately drops what he’s doing and puts a tentative hand on Logan’s shoulder.
- “I’m failing. I’m failing Thomas, Patton, all of us. This isn’t WORKING and we NEED him!” The words rush out of him, each one bitter on his tongue. Tears blur his glasses, and he takes them off, tossing them on his desk.
“What if I can’t fix this? What if he’s like this forever?!”
- Virgil gently moves Tiny Patton and brings a trembling Logan in for a hug. Roman wraps his arms around both of them. It’s the fear they’ve all had, the unspoken worst case scenario that nobody wanted to acknowledge. The thought of never seeing Patton as an adult again was painful to all of them. Tiny Patton was adorable, but….
- “We’ll find a way to get Dad back, Lo.”
“Indeed! If anyone can solve this puzzle, it’s you.”
- There was a beat of silence, and then a loud ripping sound. Three heads whipped towards the bed to see Patton, adult again and clutching the blanket on Logan’s bed to cover his ripped tiny pajamas. His eyes blinked owlishly for a second before a familiar smile crossed his face.
- “Well, wasn’t this was a SEAMLESS transition!”
- Logan couldn’t help it. As relief and joy swamped him in equal measures, he threw his head back and laughed….at a Dad Joke.
“Y/N, when will you be home tonight?” Your mother asked you.
“Not sure. Peter and I have a Chem test on Monday and want to try and get a lot of studying in before then,”
“Meaning the two of you won’t study at all, but watch movies and then fall asleep on the couch,”
“Yeah, that sounds about right,” you you admitted.
“Alright, behave yourself and make sure you’re home by tomorrow morning,”
“Of course, mom. I’ll see you tomorrow!” You said as you left your house to head to Peter’s.
You and Peter had known each other for quite a long time, and you usually spent your Friday night’s ‘studying’ aka, attempting to study but ending up watching movies.
You would argue that you were Peter’s best friend, but Ned always says otherwise. But you and Peter were rather close, you were always spending time with him, and it was no secret to you that he was Spiderman.
And of course, you harboured feelings for the boy. For as long as you could remember you had had a crush on Peter Parker. And damn, were your feelings growing with each passing day. Peter, of course, had no idea, but you weren’t exactly sure whether that was a problem or not.
When you arrived at Peter’s door, you knocked and May let you in.
“Y/N! Peter will be so happy you’re here. He’s in his room, just go on it,”
“Thanks May! It’s great to see you,”
“Nice to see you too, Y/N,” She said as you walked away towards Peter’s room
“Knock knock,” You said, opening Peter’s bedroom door.
“Y/N, hey,” he smiled
You walked in and sat down on Peter’s chair, across from his bed where he was sitting.
“So did you bring your books?” Peter asked
“Of course not Parker. We never actually study, I thought why bother lugging heavy textbooks over here if we weren’t actually going to study,”
Peter laughed, “That’s fair, but I thought we could skip the movie tonight?”
“Skip the movie? Who are you and what have you done with Peter Parker?”
“C’mon, I had a better idea,”
“And what is this better idea of yours Mr Parker?” You questioned.
Peter smiled at you, stood up and walked across his room to his closet. He began stripping, pulling his shirt off
“Not that I’m opposed to this, but what are you doing Parker?”
Peter laughed, “I’m putting on my Spidey suit,”
“Oh, so not only are you getting naked, but you’re getting kinky,” you raised your eyebrows.
“Geez, Y/N, didn’t realize you were into that kinda thing,” Peter said, continuing to put on his suit.
“Oh there’s a lot you don’t know i’m into,”
“Oh yeah, and what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Play your cards right and maybe one day you’ll find out,”
“I’ll definitely keep that in mind,” Peter said.
He put the mask over his face and walked over and held his hand out to you,
“Shall we, my dear?”
“And what exactly are we doing?”
“Just, come with me,”
You took Peter’s hand and followed him out onto his fire escape.
“What now, Parker?” You asked
Peter wrapped his arm around your waist and said “Now you hold on tight,”
“Oh god,” you muttered, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Suddenly, your feet weren’t on the fire escape anymore, you could feel yourself flying through the air. Your heart was rapidly beating
“Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ve got you,” Peter said.
You tightened your grip on Peter, closed your eyes, and buried your face in his neck. You felt Peter’s arm wrap tighter around your waist.
Soon, you felt Peter hit the ground, and he slowly let go of you and your feet hit the ground.
You opened your eyes and looked around, you were standing on a roof,
“Where are we?”
“I found this place not too long ago, its nothing special, but you can see so much of the city from up here, I thought it was so beautiful when I first saw it. It reminded me of you. I knew I had to show you,” Peter answered, taking off his mask.
You walked to the edge of the building and stared off watching the lights of the city. The cars’ lights reflections danced off the windows of the buildings around you. You could hear the noises of the city below, the car horns and the sirens, yet everything was quiet so high up.
“It really is beautiful up here, Peter,” you turned to look at him
“I’m glad you like it,” He smiled, rubbing the back go his head with his hand.
“Its not just the view I like, Peter,”
“Right, you like the Spidey suit, turns you on,” He joked
“More like I really like you and want to kiss you a lot,” you whispered to yourself
“What?” Peter asked
“I said you suck, Parker,”
Peter rolled his eyes, and grabbed your hand, “Come on, theres something else I want to show you,”
You allowed Peter to lead you across the roof of the building. There was a small garden in the corner, with a bench next to it.
“Peter, this is so beautiful,”
You approached the garden and slowly let your hand fall out of Peter’s as you bent down to admire the flowers.
“I remember you telling me you love forget-me-not’s and lilies, so I planted some earlier this season and they finally bloomed, so I figured now would be the best time to show you this place,”
“Peter, how on earth do you not have a girlfriend? You’re actually the sweetest boy I know,” you smiled, leaning over to place a kiss on his cheek.
“Well actually, there is someone I like,”
“Oh really? And who might this special someone be?” You teased, walking around the garden to lean on the side of the roof.
“Well, they know my secret,” Peter said, holding up his mask, “they also are always crashing my house and distracting me from my homework,”
Peter started walking closer towards you.
“They also can never decide what movie to watch on movie nights. Not to mention that they distract me in class too. Not on purpose, mind you, but they’re so beautiful, I can’t help but stare at them,”
You smiled, you knew he was talking about you. As soon as he started talking, you knew.
“Tell me more, Peter Parker,”
Peter was now standing right in front of you, “Well, i’ve kinda had a thing for them for a few years now. I’m kinda actually in love with them,”
“Well, in that case, there’s something you should know Parker,”
“What’s that, Y/N?”
“There this superhero I’m kind of in love with,”
“Please tell me its not Mr. Stark, that would just make this so awkward,”
“No, but have you seen Captain America’s ass? Damn,”
Peter rolled his eyes at you.
“I’m kidding. Kind of,” you said
“Y/N,-“ Peter started
“I love you too, Peter,” You said
“Don’t you mean I really like you and want to kiss you a lot,” Peter whispered
“You dID HEAR ME,”
“Of course I heard you,” Peter smiled.
“You suck, Parker,”
“Does this mean I can kiss you now?”
“I think I changed my mind. Do you have Captain America’s number? He seems like he wouldn’t be as mean to me,”
You stared at Peter while he bit back a smile.
“Yes Parker! Kiss me already,”
Peter put his hands on either side of your face, and gently pressed his lips up against yours.
You pulled away, “You still suck Parker,”
“I think, now, it’ll be you that will be the one who sucks,”
“Oh mY GOD PARKER!” You laughed.
“Sorry, sorry, it had to be said,” he smiled.
“So Parker, are you going to take me back to your house so we can finish up that movie night, and maybe, maybe, if you’re lucky we can talk about that other thing you suggested,”
“I think by the time you even decide on a movie to watch, i’ll be asleep and it’ll be too late for anything else,” he joked
“Well it would be the perfect way to wake up, now wouldn’t it, Parker,”
“Damn, maybe I should wear this suit around you more often,”
“Believe me, its not the suit,”
“Well, then what are we waiting for?” Peter asked, putting his mask back on.
He wrapped his arm sound your waist and shot a web to another building. The two of you were flying over the city once again, but this time you kept your eyes open.
It’s Fanfic Sunday! (Monday whoops, ran a little late because I got carried away with the writing) Prompt is Formal Event + aquarium date, suggested by an anon and the discord chat! <3 Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy the read! Will try to do the other prompts next time! Read it under read more!
Request: I saw you wanted some angsty tom holland spider man requests >:3 you should write something where the reader gets kidnapped by someone who found out she is dating Peter, and they try to get her to reveal his location and secrets about him but she refuses to and they torture her. You can make an extra angsty ending or a fluffy one! Love you!
Requested by: anonymous.
A/N: Ooooh! Thank you for the request, love. I love you too ;)
Pairing: Peter x Reader
Warnings: angst. torturing of the sort, a bit of sexual implications but not much.
“We know you’re dating him. There’s no point trying to fake it.” You felt your breath stuck in your throat as your eyes warily watch the knife tracing your arm. You fought your wrist restraints, trying to break free but it was helpless. Whoever had kidnapped you had used tough rope and wound it around your wrists tightly. It didn’t help that they’d strung your wrists so high that you could barely stand on your own feet. “Where is he?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You spat at the man before you, holding your head out before you defiantly. “And even if I did, there’s no way i’d tell you.” You watched with terror as the man before you tightened his grip on the knife, pressing it lightly into your arm. You bit your lip, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing you cry out.
You’d expected him to continue, continue cutting until he finally managed to hear you cry. But instead the man stopped, pausing in his efforts. You watched him step closer to you, so that his face was only a mere inches from your own. You held your breath, backing your head as far as you could against the wall. You hated being the damsel in distress and you hated it more that you were being used for information, but there was no way in hell you give Peter up so you wouldn’t be hurt. Speaking of, it’d be really nice if he showed up around now…
“You know…” The man started, tilting the long knife threateningly in front of your face. “I’ve been watching you, well you and Spider-Man. I see the way he cares for you, which is exactly why I went after you. Even if you don’t tell me anything, he’ll fall for my trap to come save you and i’ll have him right where I want him.” You bit your lip, kicking out your lip in frustration knowing that the man in front of you was exactly right. Peter would come save you and there was nothing you could do to warn him that it’d only be a trap. “I’ll enjoy killing him in front of you.”
“He’s stronger than you think.” You argued, shaking your head at his threats. The man only chuckled at your defiance, biting his lip in thought as he stared at you. You watched him warily, unsure of what he’d do before he shocked you, reaching his arms out and grabbing ahold of your top. You immediately knew of what he’d do and you opened your mouth to plead but was a second late as you heard the sound of fabric rip.
You flushed in embarrassment as your bare stomach and bra came into view. You tried to press your elbows together, a feeble attempt at covering yourself.
“You’re very beautiful. I can see why Peter likes you.” The man commented, allowing his eyes to roam your shape. For a moment you feared of what he’d do, something that would be way worse the slicing your skin. But you allowed yourself to breath again when he grabbed the knife again, shaking his head; “i’m not gonna hurt you. Not in that way at least.” He confirmed, and despite the impending doom you knew faced you, you felt relief at the fact that he wasn’t going to touch you like that.
“Fuck you.” You spat, eyes crinkling in disgust.
“Feisty.” The man stepped towards you and you sucked in a deep breath, leaning up on your wrists and pressing your back against the wall. It did nothing to stop the man as he effortlessly stepped forward, making sure you were looking at him as he pressed the knife against your bare stomach, sliding it down your stomach. You could feel the blood drip down your stomach as pain shot through you.
You clenched your hands together, pressing your lips together in last hopes of keeping whatever yell of pain you’d have in. It only seemed to please the psychopath more, to see you struggle not to cry out. He laughed cruelly, a smirk on his lips as he placed his knife at your hip, pressing into it. There was nothing you could do as a scream burst through your lips, your ankles wobbling as you slumped, falling against the man. He did nothing but pushed you back up, “that’s it. Scream.”
He sliced down your arm again, across your stomach, by your ribs. And all throughout you screamed in pain. No matter how much you pleaded he only continued, repeating the same question; “where is he?” Still you refused to answer, bit your tongue, and suffered through the pain.
It wasn’t until this had been going on far too long did the man show signs of frustration. He screamed in your face, calling you every name in the book as he slammed every bit of anger at you. “Damnit! Where is here?!”
“Right here.” You snapped your head to our left, finding Peter Parker in his Spider-Man suit standing above some rumble. Your heart fell at the sight of him, shaking your head in a desperate plea to go. You watched as your capturer turned towards you with a sick smile; “told you.” And then he was gone from your side, running towards Spider-Man who almost immediately fell into battle.
You tried your best to fight your restraints, your voice coming in a raw scream if Peter was knocked to the ground. He’d only nod your way, sending a reassuring smile as jump back into action. You watch him be beat on, fall and be thrown to the ground. But you watched him get back up from the ground, with renowned strength. You watched as the man finally fell to the ground and Peter delivered one final blow, knowing him out.
He ripped his mask off his face, immediately running to your side. Peter said nothing as he scrambled to untie your restraints, you falling onto him almost immediately. He repeated your name in alarm, repeating you’d be okay and you didn’t know if it was for you or for himself. It didn’t matter, all that mattered is that you told him the truth. “I didn’t tell him anything.” You whispered, and he set you on the ground, brushing stray hair from your face.
“I know. I know.” Peter nodded down at you. “Oh, god. Y/N, this is all my fault. I’m so sorry.”
“No.” You repeated sternly, finding whatever last strength you could. “No it’s not. I knew what I was signing up for.”
“But nothing, Peter. I love you, and that will not change.” He shook his head at your stubbornness, smiling lightly down at you. “Thank you for saving me.”
Summary: After discovering their powers and wanting to save a troubled citizen, the Reader is left to dealt with the consequences, but ends up finding out a certain secret from a certain spiderling instead.
Word Count: 3,180 (omg)
Warnings: Language, cuteness, discovery of powers, fluff, fight scene, shy!Reader, *slight* assault scene, suck-ass ending (bc I’m trash and I suck at writing), (Please let me know if I missed anything).
A/N: For some reason, I had such a hard time making a summary for this ?? Hopefully the anon that requested this thinks it’s okay. :// I’m slowly moving through all my requests (I have a lot lol). Anyway, let me know what you think as always and enjoy reading!
Walking into Midtown High, you cautiously grudge towards your locker in order to get your books for today’s classes.
These past few days have been strange, to say the least.
Despite it being almost the end of the school year and the hot weather finally arriving, you somehow felt cold to your bones.
Instead of wearing short sleeves and shorts, you started dressing in sweatshirts and pants.
Maybe I’m getting sick…?
Maybe it’s just the chills…?
You kept making excuses like that, but the coldness never seemed to go away.
It’s been happening for a couple weeks now, but you didn’t know what to do.