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SELENE. she/they. scorpio. enfp.

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Missing Mistletoe | Conan Gray

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: conan gray x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): none

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: this year you and conan are spending the holidays together, first stop, your family’s home.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): “christmas is so close, i can almost smell the mistletoe i’m never going to get kissed under.”

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.3k

The holidays were always considered “the most wonderful time of the year.” And while Y/N wanted nothing more than to believe that, they always had a nagging feeling in their heart that never seemed to fade. Most people considered them to be a Scrooge, but the truth was they were just missing out on what their sister had.

Every single year without fail, Y/N had to watch as their sister and her husband went on romantic and winter themed dates. Picking Christmas trees, cuddling by a fire and watching holiday movies, and their favourite tradition of kissing underneath the mistletoe. Their family always had one hung by the front door, and Y/N always walked underneath it alone.

Olivia and Y/N sat chatting for hours, talking about all the presents they had gotten for their friend group. Each one of them had different plans for Christmas this year and for Y/N it was the same as it was every year only this year with a twist.

“Isn’t Conan coming with you this year?”

“Yeah, we talked about it a lot before we decided to commit to it. Since our hometowns are close by, we are going to mine for Christmas and the week after we are going to visit Ashley.” Y/N shared, a tinge of excitement gracing their heart.

They had met only a few years prior from their shared music producer, Dan, and they instantly hit it off and became good friends. They were surprised to find out they only lived about an hour away from each other during their high school years.

Y/N even recalled a time visiting his high school for a football game where their schools went head to head. To know they had been in such close proximity all those years before seemed like quite the coincidence.

Y/N sighed, “Man, Christmas is so close, I can smell the mistletoe I’m never going to get a kiss under.” They fumbled with their fingers as they thought about their sister and her husband once again.

Olivia let out a loud cackle, “You never know.”

“Oh please, shut up!” Y/N exclaimed before running into the kitchen and grabbing the popcorn that finally finished cooking.

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The drive to their parents house was a stressful one, Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about Olivia’s inferred idea that they’d finally get a kiss underneath the family mistletoe. And obviously they weren’t an idiot and knew exactly with whom she meant.

Conan and Y/N had always been close, and in all honesty, Y/N had always had a crush on Conan. It just seemed so far away from themself to have those feelings for one of their closest friends. So they pushed those feelings deep down and tried not to ever think about them.

It made them think about what Olivia knew that they didn’t, it didn’t seem possible that Conan felt the same way. From the way he gushed about past love interests, Y/N never got the impression that they could be on the receiving end of it.

They both sang along loudly to Christmas songs on the ride there, Y/N trying to pretend that they weren’t freaking out inside. And then they finally arrived, and all their worries became even more potent.

Their sister, Alyssa, was there and ran over to embrace Y/N in a tight hug. They quickly returned the favour excited to see her after so long, but it took only a second for Alyssa to jump out of her skin when she saw Conan come from the other side of the car.

“Conan!” Alyssa exclaimed, running over and wrapping him in a warm embrace.

They had met many times before over the last few years and the family had really come to accept Conan as one of their own.

Conan smiled and leaned into the hug, grateful to be so welcomed every time they saw one another. Conan looked to Y/N who nearly fell over trying to take a few steps forward after catching his glance, still afraid that what Olivia insinuated might be true.

They all made their way to the front door, and as they made their way in, Y/N couldn’t help but notice that there was no mistletoe hung over the archway from the front entrance.

Worried turned to disappointment, and they quietly shuffled into the house alongside Conan.

The night was spent trying to ignore the disappointing truth that they might never find out how Conan really feels about them.

They spent the night drinking wine, singing drunken Christmas karaoke, and decorating cute sugar cookies that looked like ugly Christmas sweaters. And the whole time, Y/N had Conan by their side to make it feel even more special than it did every other year.

A rosy tint grew over Y/N’s cheeks as they looked deep into his chocolate eyes as they sang along to Last Christmas. They held hands tightly and did a little dance alongside one another and the family watched in awe of how happy Y/N seemed to be with Conan.

As they all went upstairs to call it a night, that feeling of regret and disappointment came creeping back in.

Conan and Y/N had been set to sleep in different rooms, and as Y/N sat on the bed inside their own, they couldn’t help but start to cry.

Maybe it was from the wine they had been drinking, but they just felt so overwhelmed with emotions.

They laid in bed, wide awake even though they were exhausted. But they could feel a chill run down their spine, and they knew it was snowing outside.

In hopes that the snowfall would make them feel better, they put on their boots and coat and ran down the stairs as quietly as possible. Tip toeing their way to the front door where they opened it to find that someone had already made their way outside.

Conan was standing outside in the snow, a bright smile on his face as he turned to see Y/N had miraculously decided to join him.

“I was going to wake you, but you seemed really tired and when I knocked you didn’t answer so I thought I’d leave you be.” Conan stated, a warm smile still on his lips.

Y/N thought back to laying in the warm comforter of the bed. They had no idea that he had even knocked, they didn’t hear a thing. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I honestly didn’t hear you, I was awake, just in my own little world.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I know better than anyone that going to that place in your mind makes the rest of the world fade away.” He chuckled, the sound made Y/N heart flutter.

“You know, maybe this is just the wine talking, but I was disappointed that your family didn’t put up the mistletoe this year.” Conan looked out into the snow covered houses, his breath coming out in cold clouds.

Y/N was surprised to hear that he even knew about that but then recalled that they had spoken about it before and Alyssa had mentioned it during dinner. “Yeah, well I’m sure it’s from all the years I’ve complained that I had no one to share it with.”

“Kinda unfortunate that in the year you finally bring someone home, they finally decide to listen.”

“You saying you wanted to kiss me?” Y/N laughed.

“Maybe.” Conan looked over, sending a wave of heat over Y/N’s skin.

And it was definitely the wine talking when they finally said, “Then why don’t you do it now?”

Conan looked as shocked as they did when the words poured from their mouth. But he didn’t waste a second to gently lean over and place his soft lips on their own.

It felt like fireworks were going on in the sky above them, but it was just snow. They pulled apart after a few seconds, both smiling wide.

“Come on, let’s go inside.”

MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIENDS! This isn’t my best work 👀, but it’s kinda cheesy and that’s what Conan deserves. His romcom dreams. - ♥️

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Pre-Christmas Gifts | Remus Lupin

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: remus lupin x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): none

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: remus went way over budget on your christmas gift, but it’s the thought that counts.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): “that’s far too expensive!” “it’s alright.”

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.4k

There was a chilling breeze in the air. A slight wind that nipped at noses and cheeks, causing any exposed beings to shove their faces beneath layers upon layers of fluffy, warm clothing as they pushed through the flurry of sparkling white snow.

Observing the winter wonderland that had become of the world outside your ice-frosted window, you sighed gratefully into the mug of hot cocoa you’d swiped from the kitchens, thankful that you were indoors under a pile of cozy throw blankets instead of outdoors getting pelted by charmed snowballs on the Hogwarts grounds.

Although, you certainly wouldn’t mind the objectively peaceful atmosphere of the outside realm- at least compared to your current surroundings.

“Y/N, when are we gonna do gifts?” James Potter whined as he leaned over the back of the worn red common room couch and adjusted the jingling antler headband upon his head.

“It’s not even Christmas yet, pea brain.” You chuckled, sipping on the wonderfully sweet drink that kept your hands pleasantly warm.

“But we can hardly wait for tomorrow.” Sirius joined in the groaning, wrapping an arm around James’ shoulder and flicking the pom-pom of his elf hat away from his face so as to give you his best puppy dog eyes.

Peter quickly joined the mix, a much longer elf hat with opposite red and green stripes to Sirius’ adorning his own head.

“Pipe down, all of you.” Remus muttered tiredly, shuffling over in his ratty brown slippers to place a gentle kiss on your forehead before collapsing in the armchair next to the window seat you currently occupied.

You chuckled warmly at his exhausted state, “Have they been bothering you all night or something?”

“You’ve no idea.” He sighed, pushing his hair beneath the fluffy lining of his Santa hat- the one that perfectly matched your own.

“Pleaaaase?” James whined, “Just one gift! We can each pick just one gift from one person, right? That way we still have gifts tomorrow!”

You sigh heavily. After hours upon hours of the boys’ endless complaining, you found yourself defeated by their tirelessness.

“One present.” You warn, raising a single finger to emphasize your statement.

Even with a hand over his eyes, Remus could tell that you’d made the action, and decidedly joined you by raising his unoccupied hand in a crude gesture, “Just one.”

You laugh at the sight of his middle finger and swat at his arm, causing him to chuckle and pull his hand away from his eyes, looking at you with mirth and adoration as the other three boys began jumping up and down in excitement.

“I choose Sirius’ gift!” James shouted, dashing for the medium, poorly wrapped box beneath one of the three Christmas trees in the Gryffindor common room.

“Aw, mate, you don’t wanna do that.” Sirius laughed with a shake of his head.

His words fell on deaf ears as James was already tearing at the paper and practically gnawing through the tape.

Just as suddenly as he had opened the gift, the unsuspecting box pushed a volcano of confetti directly in the boy’s face.

The room erupted in cackles as James furiously tried to huff the little red and green bits out of his nose.

“I warned you,” Sirius grinned proudly, “Could have been worse too, there was a sale on stink bombs that Peter had to force me not to buy.”

“You’re welcome.” Peter nodded with a sly smile, knowing the mess that the confetti caused was likely much more awful than Sirius’s original plan.

James ignored the mess and reached into the box, pulling out a small golden ball that unfurled its delicate wings at his touch, “Where’d you get a snitch?”

“Stole it from the school’s quidditch supplies, obviously.” Sirius stated in a ‘duh’ tone.

“Thanks, Pads, this is really neat.” A glint reflected off the boys glasses as he tossed the snitch in the air. A small shimmer of gold and subtle firelight from the fireplace he sat aside.

“Yeah, yeah, my turn! I pick… Y/N’s.” He snatched the gift bag from the ground and tossed the tissue paper to the floor, eagerly pulling out a large leather-bound book with gold embellishments.

Despite your dissatisfaction with the boys for having forced you to cave, you sat up ever so slightly to see the boy’s reaction.

“It’s.. a book?” Sirius seemed confused, and even the slightest bit disappointed.

“Read the front, dumbass.” Remus jerked his head as Peter took the book from his hands and turned it over, forcing it back into his hold.

“The marauders…” Sirius read, “a collection of family photos and portraits.”

Still confused, he unclasped the book and observed the first page, which has a messy collage of enchanted photographs depicting him and his dear friends, “You made a… family scrapbook? For us?”

“I just- I wanted you to always remember that there’s more than one kind of family…”

Sirius having been disowned the previous summer had affected all the group differently- but one thing that they had all maintained was that even if Sirius’s parents didn’t want him to think so, he always had a family in you and the boys.

“It’s… it’s brilliant, thank you.” Sirius blinked heavily and turned the pages gingerly, as if scared he would ruin them with anything more than a feather-light touch.

You smiled gently, sending a thankful look to the others, who had helped you put together the scrapbook with collections of their own photos.

“My turn,” Peter smiled, picking randomly off the small pile of his gifts, “I suppose it’s James’.”

Carefully, he tore away the messy bow and wrapping paper to reveal a brand new wizards chess set.

“Because I absolutely destroyed your last one.” James chuckled sheepishly, “Still sorry about that, by the way.”

“It’s alright. Now we can have a rematch after dinner.” Peter challenged lightheartedly, not having been affected by the loss of his previous chess set as much as James’ guilty conscious thought.

“You’re on.” James grinned.

“Well- I already know what Wormtail got me.” Remus plucked the gift bag off his own pile of presents, reaching in and tugging out a chocolate bar, opening it and breaking it apart, offering you some as he stuffed his own piece in his mouth.

“Thanks, Pete.” He uttered with his mouth full, earning a chuckle and shake of Peter’s head.

“Your turn, Y/N.” James urged, shuffling over to your pile, readying to bring you whatever you chose.

“Hmmm…” You considered your options as you set your empty mug on a side table, recognizing Sirius’ poorly hidden mischievous look and deciding the safest option was the best, “I pick Remus’.”

James nodded diligently and found a small gift among the clutter, bringing it over to you and presenting it to you as if it were a knight’s sword being offered to your royal self.

You roll your eyes at his antics, grabbing the gift and tearing carefully through the wrapping, revealing a small, plush box that you popped open.

A bright, shiny gold pocket watch greeted you with a sparkling wink, the engravings of various animal prints surrounding the face.

As you looked closer, you realized the animal prints weren’t random, and were in fact all of your animagi prints- cloven hooves, paws and claws forming a brilliant, subtle pattern— and in the direct centre, an incredible full moon that seemed to shimmer with a realistic silver glow.

“Perhaps it had more meaning to me.” Remus admitted sheepishly, “I just thought…”

He trailed off as you clicked the watch open, realizing it wasn’t an ordinary time-telling pocket watch, but it also had an enchanted calendar in the top- depicting the moon cycles and the date of the next full moon.

“You keep tabs on me anyway, I just thought I’d maybe.. make your job a bit easier…”

He violently mistook the frown on your face for disappointment, and you realized this as he began to flush nervously and over-explain his choice of gift- so you decided to quiet his burning thoughts, “Remus, this is lovely, but… this is far too expensive.”

You knew his financial situation wasn’t necessarily the best thing in the world, and it worried you that he seemed to spend so much on such a fantastic gift. An enchanted gold pocket watch? It was definitely out of your agreed budget.

Yet he just smiled, and settled back in his seat, “Not if it’s for you. It’s alright.”

You grinned back at the boy, sharing in his stark look of love and affection as James hung himself over your shoulder in an attempt to see your gift better, being swatted away by Sirius, who was trying to do the exact same.

“Geez, Moony, and what’d you get us?” Sirius joked as he admired the detailing of your present.

“You’ll find out tomorrow, arsehole.”

It’s been so long, but we are back with a Christmas gift! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, I hope you enjoy this little one shot I put together. - ♠️

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Stargazing | Billy Hargrove

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: billy hargrove x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): none

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: billy and y/n go stargazing and thing about their relationship.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): none

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.2k

He wasn't perfect, if anything, he was the farthest thing from it. He was cruel, bitter, and he was capable of horrible things. Yet, it didn't push them away. It pulled them closer to him and made them hold his hand, it made them love him even more because even though he was capable of the unforgivable, he never did anything like that towards them.

He laid besides Y/N on the blanket spread out on the cold grass, it had gotten slightly damp as they had put it on almost freshly watered grass. Thankfully it had dried up a bit before they got their otherwise their clothes would have been soaked.

They laid in silence, just looking up at the stars. An activity that seemed childish and ridiculous in Billy's mind.

It had taken a lot of convincing, it had even spiraled into a small fight.

"Billy, it's not that serious!" Y/N argued, "Anyone can go stargazing. I actually think more people who are our age go than people who are children. I mean it's not exactly safe for an eight year old to just walk out the house and go to a field in the middle of nowhere to look at the stars."

"And what makes it so safe for us?" He nearly rolled his eyes, tired of fighting the quiet urge to take their hand and go running to the car.

"Because! We won't get lost," they started to laugh, "and if someone tries to hurt us we have a better chance at defending ourselves. I don't know about you, but I'd say I got some pretty decent muscles on these bad boys." They said lifting up their arms, pretending to flex them as hard as they could.

A gentle smile overtook his lips, "You're ridiculous."

"Hey, you are the one who doesn't want to go. That seems a lot more ridiculous than anything I've said."

"Oh really muscle man?" He put his arms up, flexing them as he made a face mimicking that of the one Y/N had previously made.

All they could do was laugh it off, how could they not. It was so completely absurd and childlike of them to argue over something so miniscule.

The sky had seemed so dark at first, that was until looking up and realizing how brightly the stars were shining. It lit up the sky like a million freckles across someone's cheek. The moon being the eyes to the sink that was the night sky.

It was breathtaking how the stars sat so comfortably alongside one another, burning bright and strong. The moonlight danced across their skin as they laid baring their souls in the silence.

It spoke a million words for the both of them; a trillion thoughts running along inside their heads.

Y/N couldn't help but smile at all the things they had been through in the last year. All the tearing down of his walls that had been built so high, to reveal the darkest parts of himself to the brightest parts of themself.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked as he glanced over to catch the smile sitting upon their lips.

They sighed quietly, then taking in a deep breath of the fresh air. "It's just so nice to be like this with you. I'm just glad that I get to share these kinds of things with someone like you."

While he would never admit it, it horrified him the things that he knew he was capable of doing. Especially when the idea that they could be witness to some of those things. If they did, would they go running like everyone else?

It made him pull away without even noticing it, push them to far off places where they couldn't see the flaws that made him himself.

Despite the night consuming the wild around them, they could still hear birds singing as they hid in the trees. The wind whistling along as it howled and rustled the branches. It was a beautifully haunting song.

Even though they are agreed against it, Y/N couldn't help but have a chill travel down there spine. The paranoid idea that something sinister would crawl out of those woods and take them away. Although maybe that was just because that seemed to happen to someone else in town. But it was gone, and there should be nothing to worry about.

Still, Y/N reached over their hand to take his into theirs.

"You getting scared now, wuss?"

"Hey," they laughed, "don't start with the mean nicknames! I'm perfectly fine, I'll have you know. There is absolutely not even one single thought that a monster might crawl out of those trees and kidnap us. Nope, not one."

The both of them laughed along together, he squeezed their hand tightly, "Wanna head home now, bug?"

"Let's stay just a little longer." They squeezed his hand back, turning their head to face him with a loving gaze. He did just the same, smiling as he did so and staring into their eyes.

It was too dark for either of them to see the shared rosey tint that overtook both their faces.

He let out a sigh, rolling his eyes at the thought that came to mind, "Out of all the things we could have done tonight, why going to star at some rocks in the sky?"

Y/N gasped, "Rocks?! Billy, stars are made of gas."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever they are. Why this?"

"I don't know, it just seemed nice. We are always going to parties and surrounding ourselves with tons of people. I just feel like we never get to have moments by ourselves. I know that's not true, we have plenty of time by ourselves, but this just felt like something we needed."

Y/N's blush grew more and more, overtaken by the worry that what they said made Billy upset in any way. They didn't want it to seem like they didn't appreciate the time they spent together, it's just that recently, everything seemed so much more distant and everything they did involved other people.

But, Billy knew that was nothing but true. He was scared of letting them get too close, "I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you feel that way, it's just-" he paused, taking a deep breath, "I don't want you to start finding things about me that you don't particularly like that much."

Y/N rolled over, a look of disbelief on their face, "Billy, I love you so much. And I know that you get scared sometimes, but I'm telling you this now that there is nothing that is gonna chase me away at this point. I'm in this with you, for good, okay?"

It was a relief to hear it out loud, Billy had spent so much time convincing himself that no matter what he did, it would send them running. And now, he can have peace of mind.

"Hey, why don't we head home?" They spoke with a smile.

"Yeah, I'd like that. I'm tired of staring at little rocks when I could be staring at you."

"GAS, BILLY. IT'S GAS."

This one took me too long to write like omg, but I hope someone enjoys it. I KNOW HE IS TOXIC, BUT I LOVE BILLY WITH MY WHOLE SOUL. -♥️

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Lose It | Zendaya

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: zendaya x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angst

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you reminisce about your relationship as you try to come to terms with your breakup, but no matter how hard you try, you just don't want to accept it.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): lose it by swmrs

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k

In all of the different feelings in the world that a human could possibly feel, it felt like you were lucky enough to have the very worst of it. Of course, there was always physical pain which some might argue was way worse than anything mental, but to you, it just didn't feel that way.

Sitting in the car as rain hammered down onto the roof like the sky was throwing rocks at you to pull you away from your thoughts. You had the music turned up as loud as your stereo could handle it without getting distorted. And you sat there just like that for what seemed like hours.

Clicking on the playlist you had on your phone. Just the two of us. Ironic how only one of you was listening to it now, making your stomach churn and your skin crawl with worried thoughts that perhaps you were doing something wrong.

Two months of exactly this. Pulling up to an old, empty parking lot with your car doors locked just in case anyone decided to try and bug you. Music blaring as you took a painful walk down memory lane.

It seemed like just yesterday when the two of you were sitting in the car singing at the top of your lungs. It had gotten so bad that you had both lost your voices the next day and had to call in from work, but it had been worth it. A whole day just spent in bed watching your favourite movies and basking in the comfortable silence that you had been awarded.

Or all the times you had come to this exact parking lot to practice skateboarding because your desperately wanted to learn, but were terrified of anyone seeing you fall. Everyone besides her, because even though she laughed when you slipped off the board and landed on your ass, she would run over and help you up with a smile. She'd gently kiss your lips and start to help you get your balance before you finally took off and were able to stay on top the small board of wood.

Even the times when all you did was sit in the backseat and kiss. It never went any further than that, but those moments were so quiet and intimate that your skin felt like it was on fire and your heart was racing a million miles per second. You could still feel her hands running through your hair now.

She would always make the comment of how soft it was, she loved the feeling of it's silkiness between her fingertips. She would always ask to do you hair just so she could get more of that comfortable feeling. It always put you damn close to sleep from all the gentle strokes upon your head.

All these things were so good, there was nothing but happy memories all the way until the end. But that sunken feelings just didn't leave your heart.

That single thought that felt so cruel and unforgivable, "What would it be like if I never fell in love with you, Daya?"

One would imagine that after all that happened, you'd finally have learned to live with no regrets. It wasn't that you actually did, but the craving to feel that way was there. The urge to forget it all and stop playing all the same damn songs you would listen to when you'd drive to visit your parents together.

To just pretend none of it had ever happened.

It would have made it all so much easier.

If only you had told your best friend no when they had asked you to go out to dinner with them that night with some work friends. You knew you had to get up early the next morning, but you still decided to go and ended up staying up all night as you waited for the sun to come up.

You spend the whole next month thinking about her and how you wanted to see her again, making a playlist of all the songs that reminded you of that night you spent together chasing the sunrise, talking about life and what you had hoped would come of it. Only to find out when you went to that party a month later that she had done the same thing.

How easy it all would have been if you didn't spend every single minute texting for the next multiple weeks, getting together on the weekends to go to karaoke bars to get drunk and sing your hearts out.

How much easier it would be if you didn't have to lose it all at the end of the ride.

Regret. You regret lying that you were okay when you weren't. Telling everyone you didn't miss her that much. That she was just like a passing ship in the night. Zendaya had been your whole light and life, the reason you woke up excited for a new day. Rolling over in bed to see her sleepy smile and hearing her tired voice just like music to the ears.

She loved all the same music you did, loved the same shows and movies, and despite the height difference you were always sharing clothes.

You missed every single part of her. The good, the bad, the ugly. The moments of love just as much as the moments of fighting. Even when it seemed like the world would freeze and then start to end, it was all worth it.

She made every single bad day feel like just that, just a bad day that passes. Not something life ending and altering. Just a bad day.

God. Your lungs expanded and collapsed, quickly and rapidly. Your skin felt like it was melting off your body and your chest was going to explode. You face was stained with sticky tears, red brushed harshly against your cheeks.

You just couldn't take this feeling anymore.

You wiped away your tears and started up the car, driving home only to park and sit in the car there. The sunlight had dimmed even more and your only light was from your front porch and the dim lights along the street.

Just as you were about to take our your phone and send a message, a familiar car pulled up behind you. Opening up to have the pouring rain run through her hair, down her face, completely drenching her body.

It seemed like time had frozen, the rain had stopped, the wind slowed, and it was just you two.

"I missed you."

Omg we are back for the time being! How crazy is that, I never thought I'd see the day. I'm just kidding, just kidding. But seriously it's good to be posting again. I've missed the little community we've made. -♥️

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Grow As We Go | Dean Winchester

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: dean winchester x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): extremely mild angst- like literally blink and you’ll miss it, it’s sprinkled with fluff

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: there’s something on your mind… and dean won’t sleep until he knows what that ‘something’ is.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): grow as we go by ben platt

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k

The soft breeze emitting from a nearby open window is what roused the man from his deep slumber. Being greeted by crisp autumnal scents instead of the usual stink of beer and cheap diner meals was highly strange in his experience.

Dean groaned, rolling over onto his back and lazily reaching an arm beneath the sheets next to him, only to be met by a cooling indent in the mattress.

That made him jump up, grabbing the knife from beneath his pillow, and blinking blearily, trying his best to look around the motel room in his sleep-drunk state.

“Easy, cowboy, I’m right here.” A voice flowed from the open window, and Dean turned to meet the eyes of the person that voice belonged to, and visibly calmed down.

Dean sighed, placing the knife safely back under his pillow before running a hand over his face, “What time is it?”

“Half past six.”

“In the morning?” Dean asked, incredulously.

“Mhmm.”

“What are you doing up?” He rubbed his eyes and watched as you downed some water from a glass that previously rested on the window sill next to the chair you were occupying.

You hummed again, “Just thinking...”

Dean turned and looked at the currently empty bed next to the one he was sitting on, and before he could open his mouth, you answered his next question.

“Sam woke up when I did, he left to wait for the library to open, said he’d bring back breakfast when he was done.” You said quietly, continuing to stare out into the early morning sky.

“You tell him to-“

“Stop at that burger joint we passed coming in? Yeah. No telling if he actually will though, it’s across town.”

“Hey, if it’s coming from you and not me, the answer is: likely.” Dean chuckled, rolling his shoulders and pushing himself off the bed.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing, I’m getting up.”

You sighed, placing the glass of water back on the window sill, “Dean, you were exhausted last night, go back to sleep.”

“I’m fine,” He assured, ignoring the blurry vision and cotton headed feeling of ‘not enough sleep’, “Besides, I’m not gonna leave you awake by yourself.”

Dean groaned as he finally cracked one shoulder in just the right spot and, grabbing a blanket off the bed, he made his way over to you.

“I’m alright,” You, too, lied, “Just thinking, like I said.”

He gently urged you to lean forward and wrapped the blanket over your shoulders, before pulling up an uncomfortable wooden chair of his own.

“About what?” He asked, grabbing your glass of water and taking a quick sip to sooth his dry throat.

“Dean, you really don’t have to stay up with me…” You picked at the blanket around your shoulders, refusing to look anywhere but the slightly changing sky.

This introduced an anxious feeling in Dean, and suddenly whatever it was you were thinking about became very important to him.

“You can talk to me, y’know…” He muttered, putting the glass of water back and reaching out a hand to hold yours.

It was silent for a moment, before you finally spoke, “I’ve been dreading it.”

“Dreading what?”

“Talking to you about this…”

Dean grew even more worried, but kept all his thoughts to himself.

“Sam said I should just tell you, and rip off the bandaid, as it were… but-“

“You told Sam?” Dean asked, almost upset that it wasn’t him you told about whatever was troubling you.

You sighed, “I told someone who understands.”

The light breeze, and your hand in his, was his only comfort as you gathered whatever courage you had to face your partner and tell him of your worries.

“I think- I think I need to take some time away from all this… Away from you, and Sam. I talked with Ellen, and she’s got a room for me, all ready when I need it…” You let your thoughts fall away into the open air, hoping Dean would understand the way Sam had.

“W-Why would you leave, what have we been doing wrong?” Dean asked, under the impression that it was your relationship with him that was causing you to feel this way.

“It’s not us, Dean- it’s just- everywhere we go, the worst possible thing always seems to happen, and I never know if I’m ready for the next big problem… I need to do some changing, I need to not be so afraid of whatever lies ahead, I need to have the strength to fight these things we face- and I don’t know if I can do that without space from it all first.” You poured your soul into his hands with a fearful mind, even now, afraid that anything could come through that door across the room and you would be no better prepared for it.

Dean was quiet, mulling it all over, trying to articulate his response.

“You don’t have to leave us in order to change…” Dean uttered, “And I’ll let you in on a secret… we’re all scared. Every time we think it’s all gone away, it comes back and reminds us that this? All this? It’s our life. We’re hunters, Y/N, and as much as we wish we could, we can’t ever escape that…”

He ran a thumb over your knuckles, wishing you would look at him instead of the morning view.

“But if growing is what you need, hey, I’m growing too… so what’s the harm in doing that together?”

His observation hung heavy in the early air, accompanied by dust bunnies and the tiniest beams of iridescent light from the open window.

“Tell me you don’t wanna leave, y/n…”

Finally, you look away from the blindingly brilliant break of day, and instead turn your gaze to the green apple-eyed man, letting the feeling of only pure love and warmth envelop you.

You answer honestly, and with a smile, you say, “I don’t wanna leave, Dean…”

We really need to get back into the swing of things so here’s a lil songfic for Dean. If you haven’t already, check out our updated character masterlist, we’ve expanded the list and will continue to update it in the future. Our taglist has also been updated, if you’d like to be tagged in oneshots of these brand new added characters (: — ♠️

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I honest feel like Your the only one who writes for Conan. Can I have a maybe Gendernetural reader, Where the reader is injured and he’s worried?

The reader just passes out from their injures and fluff at the end :)

You can always ignore this! Thank you!!

A Familiar Face | Conan Gray

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: conan gray x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): mentions of cuts and bruises

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: when a day in the park takes a turn and goes from relaxing to troublesome. at least a familiar face can always save the day.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): reader gets hurt and Conan is worried.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 875

Travelling in the city always proved to be a hassle. Whether it was the undeniably frustrating traffic of Los Angeles or the crowded pavements of New York City, Y/N always seemed to have at least one day every couple of months that truly seemed against them.

It was a beautiful day out in the Empire City, the air surprisingly fresh considering the state it was normally in. The temperature and weather was a perfect blend of the warm sun pressing softly against their skin but a breeze running through their hair. A smile found it's place at home on Y/N's lips as they peddled along the pavement wavering throughout Cental Park.

Headphones in ear and a small basket on the front of the bicycle that held their bag, a book hidden inside for when they found a nice spot underneath a tree somewhere. People passed by quietly and by the serene looks on their faces, it was obvious that they too were enjoying the lovely weather.

Y/N had been peddling for a while to get a good feel of the brisk breeze. Their legs began to grow tired and it seemed due time to find a spot to sit for a while, but just before they could stop, they heard a quiet meowing from somewhere nearby.

They looked around in the ground, behind a trash bin, and finally up in the trees where they saw a small tabby cat stuck on one of the branches. It seemed to be hurt by the way it kept gnawing at it's paw. Worry overtook them as they began to try and stop the bike, but it seemed they were a second too late as it came to a crashing halt.

Y/N went flying forward, flipping off the bike and dragging on the ground in front of them before finally stopping. At first they didn't even know what had just happened and it hadn't registered that they were no longer riding along the sidewalk and were instead laying on the ground with people rushing to them.

They finally lifted themself up and tried to reassure the worried faces around them, it wasn't till they looked down at their hands and legs that they realised they were covered in nasty wounds. Hands and legs torn, covered in what they knew would soon be bruises. The stinging sensation of unwashed cuts finally start to set in and nausea creeped upon them.

They were so caught up in the overwhelming feeling that they hadn't even realised that a familiar face was now among the crowd.

Conan saw a small group of people clustered around and he decided to take a look, intrigued by what it could be. He wasn't expecting to see Y/N planted on the ground with cuts running along their arms, hands, and legs. He wasted no time to rush to their side and try to get their attention.

"Y/N! Hey, are you okay? What happened?" He felt the eyes of curious people burning into him, but in the moment, nothing mattered more to him than making sure they were alright.

It wasn't long before no recognition or response turned into Y/N being unconscious, laying in his lap as he took his phone out and called for an ambulance just to make sure that when they woke up, they were properly cared for.

And luckily within just a few minutes, the medics pulled up just as Y/N's eyes started to flutter open. Confused by the sight of flashlights and uniformed people surrounding them, but they were guided to slowly sit up. They proceeded to check for a concussion and thankfully found nothing but the cuts they had obtained.

Cleaning them and wrapping them up before letting Y/N hop off the edge of the vehicle. And in what seemed like the worst possible moment, the cute boy that they had gone on a few dates within the last month was standing in front of them, his hands planted on the handles of their bike and their bag slung over his shoulder.

He has a gentle yet excited smile on his face, he hadn't expected the next time they met again to be like this but he couldn't say he was mad. He had been thinking about them all morning and it seemed like fate to find them in the same place he decided to take an adventure to in a place as big as NYC.

"Hey stranger," he spoke jokingly, his smile never faltering.

Warmth grew in Y/N's cheeks as the visibly pinkish colour took to their skin, "On all the days I could have crashed my bike, I just had to get caught, didn't I?"

They both laughed, taking a moment afterwards to share a longing glance. Conan gestured his head behind him, "Come on."

Hesitantly, Y/N started behind him, "Where are we going?"

"Well, we might as well make a date out of this. It only seems right," a sly smirk crept onto his lips.

The only response that felt right in the moment was the giggle that escaped from their mouth as Y/N ran along to take his hand in their's, "I guess wouldn't mind that."

AHHHH thank you so much for the request like omg 🥺🤚. I seriously never see anything for Conan and I literally love him so much. I'm so glad I could be of any service in filling the lack of writing for him. I hope this suffices for your request! Again thank you so much for requesting 🥺. -♥️

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17. “You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me god.” and 19. “I am very young, very foolish, and very in love with you.” for Warren Worthington III please!!!

Fools | Warren Worthington III

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: warren worthington III x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): mild swearing

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: scott forces warren to wrap his head around his very obvious feelings for you.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): the request above, thank you for requesting! (Sorry it took literally forever)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.3k

There you were, walking gracefully through the hall with a bundle of books in your arms, laughing at something Kurt had said as the boy ambled next to you, flicking his tail and tapping it against your arm to emphasize whatever point he was arguably making. Your nose scrunched up, the chuckle escaping your lips was light and bewitching.

You looked radiant, and Warren felt pathetic.

He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so wrapped up in this stupid little school boy crush of his. His mouth felt dry, his feathers ruffled, the back of his neck felt fiery hot, and his heart was beating a million times a minute.

Warren was enthralled. The ‘head over heels, past the point of no return’ kind of in infatuated.

“Dude,” Scott called as he passed, slapping a hand down on Warren’s shoulder before pulling away and pointing at him. “You’re whipped.”

As if he needed a reminder.

“Piss off, Summers.” Warren scoffed, a distant pink dancing along his cheeks.

Scott turned back at this, clearly believing that missing his next class was a small price to pay for embarrassing Warren further- or at least, that’s what Warren believed. Really, the boy with burning eyes just wanted to help… and yeah, maybe make a joke or two- but who could blame him? It’s his core personality.

“Talk to them, Worthington.” Scott stressed, coming to stand next to the winged boy as they watched you get further and further away from them, disappearing down the hall with Kurt talking rapidly at your side.

Warren gazed after your retreating figure until he could no longer see you, finally focusing on Scott and glaring at his own ruby coloured reflection in Scott’s glasses.

“What’s the point?” Warren muttered, feeling the faint head rush of having you near, slowly leave his mind.

Scott spluttered, “‘What’s the point?’” He asked incredulously, “Is your head full of feathers, too? They like you too, idiot.”

“Shut up, Scott.”

“No- no this is ridiculous, I have to listen to Jean constantly ramble about how obsessed you are with each other- and I’d rather not hear about your love life when I’m trying to cultivate my own, thank you. All you gotta do is say more than two words to them, and you’re golden!’ Scott practically shouted, his voice echoing around the empty hallway.

“Scott, stop talking before I put your head through a wall.” Warren rolled his eyes, not wanting to dwell on the idea that you were possibly thinking of him too. He didn’t want to be let down by false hope. “Besides- I do talk to them-“

“You have to actually confess, big guy!” Scott insisted, wrapping his arms around Warren’s bicep as his voice gathered a mocking tone, “Then you can be all lovey-dovey with them, and ride- or fly- off into the sunset.” He pictured, comically raising a hand in front of them to emphasize his image.

Warren still wasn’t convinced.

“You have until the count of three to remove your hands from my person or so help me god.” The winged boy glared until Scott defensively backed away.

“Alright, alright. Just give it a try, they may surprise you.” Scott sighed, “I’m already late for class with professor wheelchair so I’ll catch you later, man”

“Try not to.” Warren snapped, his feathers rustling as he shouldered his wings around for Scott to walk past.

“Harsh.” Scott clicked his tongue, but otherwise left it alone, and instead took off down the hall, leaving Warren alone with his thoughts.

He couldn’t help but dot around the idea that— maybe you did like him. You had been the first person to show him any sort of good favour when he’d first moved in.

He knew his reputation, and had been slapped with a healthy dose of surprise that you seemed to look past that reputation with a dazzling smile that always had him wondering— was he really the institute’s resident ‘Angel’, or were you?

Warren sidled up next to a large window and lay his forehead on the glass, reminding himself that you weren’t nice to him because you liked him. You were just kind, regardless of a person’s nature. It’s one of the many things he loved and admired about you.

It was quiet as Warren closed his eyes and listened to the distant chirp of birds outside- allowing the ambiance to calm him, even just a bit.

Then, his eyes shot open and he pulled himself away from the window, wings beating against the wall subconsciously, pushing him back a good few feet as if the chill of the glass on his face had, in fact, burned him.

Love? Since when was it love that had shoved these uncomfortable, twitching butterflies in his stomach? When did it change from an innocent crush to something as drastic as love?

But the more Warren entertained the idea, the less he could argue against it.

He loved you.

He loved you, he loved you, he loved you.

Warren’s feathers pressed against the wall at his back, and his knees buckled as he held a hand to his eyes in frustration.

He could barely discuss having a crush on you- let alone being fully irreversibly in love with you.

Sitting in some random hallway of the institute, having had the wind knocked out of his wings- he felt even more pathetic than he had before.

Then, his heart fell further when he heard you call his name.

“Warren? Are you alright?”

He focused in on his surroundings and found that you had sat in front of him— and god knows how long you’d been waving a hand in front of his hazy eyes.

“Hey- hi- yeah, I’m fine!” He rushed, cheeks turning pink as he heaved a few breaths in.

This is ridiculous— he should not be this bent out of shape simply because you’re in his presence.

But then you laugh, and offer him a kind smile, and a, ‘You sure? You look high’.

“I’m not- why are you here, anyway?” Warren asked, his defensive voice coming off more ‘offensive’ than he meant it to.

“Is that a little ‘tude I’m hearing?” You joke, sitting down at his side, allowing one of his wings to just barely brush against your back.

Nevertheless, you answer his question, “I honestly thought Jean was gonna be here- she sent me some garbled mind-message about meeting her in the hallway across from the statue of some old guy.”

You point down the hall at a marble statue, standing poised and tranquil— and Warren laughs.

“There are like eight different hallways with ‘old-guy’ statues at the end of them, are you sure you have the right one?” Warren asks, trying to calm the nervous shake in his hands.

“She said it was also the hallway next to the physics class, so here I am.” You grin. “And instead of finding Jean, I found you in a crisis- so what’s up, Warren, you’re clearly not as ‘alright’ as you’d have me believe.”

You nod at his hands, and he cursed himself silently— wishing you hadn’t noticed the very obvious tremble.

Then your own hands took his, trying your best to soothe whatever fears were firing through them— and he was suddenly very thankful that you had noticed.

Warren thought to himself for a moment, and mulled over what Scott had said about confessing to you, and just getting it over with.

It then occurred to him— Scott and Jean were both assholes.

They set this up.

Warren groaned, going against his better judgment when he pulled his hands from yours and covered his face, mumbling through his palms.

“Well- I’m very young, very foolish, and…” Warren paused, letting his hands fall to his lap as he looked anywhere but at you.

“And?” You grin, expecting some silly final statement.

‘Screw it’, Warren thinks.

“And very in love with you.”

We’re back, baby, sorry this request took so long, we’ve been struggling with writers block and I myself have been very busy lately but we hope to start updating more smoothly in the future! -♠️

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What’s New?

- Our theme has just been updated, and all previous posts have adjusted to this change

- Our individual emojis have been changed, and will now permanently be ♠️ and ♥️, all other emojis are free to be used by frequent anonymous requesters!

- Our character masterlist has been updated with new characters!

[mercurymilkshakes]

The part you wrote that starts with "hello world" in italic is really moving and beautiful. I really enjoyed reading it :)

AHHHH oh my gosh, thank you so much! ALSO APOLOGIES ON NOT SEEING THIS TILL NOW. I honestly don't have any other excuse except for not really understanding how the inbox works until now lol.

Anyway!!! I'm so glad you enjoyed! Thank you for reading! -♥️

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PlantedInMyMind.Memo | Conan Gray

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: conan gray x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): none

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: writing is hard, that reality has not escaped y/n. as they sit trying to write a new song for their album, there is only one thing on their mind.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): plantedinmymind.memo by charlie burg

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 880

The reality of writing, whether it be for songs or books or speeches, there was always bound to be a moment when a mind full of creativity and thought finally fell flat. Writer's block is the worst enemy of someone whose job is to produce some form of writing for people to consume.

It was also something so incredibly personal, that it could become the most terrifying thing to do in the world. Writing with the idea that millions of people could hear all their deepest thoughts and concerns. The fear that people would see the side of themself that they spent all their life trying to avoid and hide.

Feelings are one of the most powerful things in the world and music is all about the feeling. The story used to envelop an audience in emotions and thoughts they had no idea they were capable of feeling. It was an incredibly powerful thing that not just anyone could do.

That's why when it happens to the person who is supposed to be able to access this sacred ability, it is one of the worst feelings in the world.

Y/N sat with their arm resting on the piano keys, their forehead pressed firmly against their arm as they left no weight carried. A deep sigh fell from their lips as they rushed between ideas in their head like they were running a marathon.

They had been going at it for hours, trying to come up with the perfect concept to be turned into a song. Nothing was working and no matter how hard they tried, they always seemed to come up short.

It was exhausting and the only thing they wanted to be doing at this exact moment was going home and seeing the curly haired boy that always made them smile.

Conan knew himself the pains of trying to write a song and everything feeling like it was going wrong. He understood that it was suffocating and in those moments where that was a songwriter's reality, all they want to do is snap their fingers and have a good song in their hands so they can leave.

Being wrapped up in the sheets, holding hands as they each read from the books they were currently reading was nothing but a dream. One that was so close yet so far away as they danced around ideas.

Friendship.

Growing up.

Betrayal.

Hardships.

Nothing was working because all they could think about was him. His stupid cheesy smile that made their heart race, or his curly hair that always got in his eyes and made him laugh as he complained, or his obsession with coffee which always resulted in lighthearted arguments about how much he should drink.

Y/N didn't even notice that their head finally had lifted from the piano and that their fingers were scaling the piano till they finally pressed a chord they liked.

Saying things I don't believe

And your love casts its shadow on the things I do

And I can hear so clearly, all the words I'd wish I'd said

You're stuck in my head

But I only think of you

Will we be together soon?

I'm thrown to the wayside

You're planted in my mind

But I don't wanna be ok without you

As they finally left their studio and climbed behind the wheel of their car, a bright smile was plastered on their face. Y/N was ecstatic at the idea of getting home and showing Conan what they had come up with that day.

It was definitely a work in progress, but they hadn't been so genuinely excited about a song in so long. It was a feeling that they never realised they missed until this very moment. They were proud of what they had come up with and they couldn't wait to share.

The drive passed in the blink of an eye and suddenly, Y/N stood at the front door of their apartment turning the key in the lock before opening the door to find their small cat walking up to them purring for pets.

They smiled as they bent down to briefly pet Bean. The cat looked delighted and followed after them as they practically skipped to find Conan sitting in their bedroom with his guitar in hand.

"Hey!" He put the guitar down and climbed out of bed to wrap them in his arms, smelling the sweet scent of vanilla in their hair. "How was work?"

Y/N laughed for a moment as they remembered that most of the day had been spent struggling, but their smile stayed as they thought of what they left with. "Most of it was a mess, but I started working on a new song. I really wanted to share what I have with you so far."

Getting situated at the piano as he sat besides them, they began to play the exact chords that came to them earlier. Feeling as if they were floating through space as the melody enchanted them.

And there they shared a piece of themselves with the person they loved most. He spent every second that he listened smiling, thinking how lucky he was to have someone who thought of him the way he had always dreamed about.

Omg it's been so long since we have posted anything, I sincerely apologise for that. Life has been kind of weird and we fell off but hopefully we will be back to regular posting again soon. I hope you guys enjoy! -♥️

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Love the orange/spooky theme of your guys’ blog 💕 I was wondering if I could request a one shot: connor rk800 x reader, with the prompts: ‘do you want me to hold your hand?’, and, ‘you don’t have to be alone.’ I forgot the numbers from the list but yeah 💖 please and thank you! ☺️

Snowfall | Connor RK800

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: connor rk800 x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): none

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you decide to go with connor to meet hank after the android revolution, and comfort the deviant as he goes through some confusing emotions.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): the request above, thank you for requesting!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.1k

The air was of a bitter frigid sort, and should you have had actual working lungs and warm breath to breathe, your inhales would become plumes of vapour, curling into the atmosphere before your lips.

Of course, being an android, this wasn’t the case, although the snow beneath your boots crunched as you walked and you wore a scarf if only to make yourself feel a little more normal.

The air was bitter, yes, but the atmosphere was warm. Light flooded through the soft grey clouds and illuminated the sidewalk, causing the crystalline encrusted pavement to sparkle in response to the sun.

The world felt more open. More free.

The revolution, after many fearful days and tireless nights, had been an awful incredible success. The president and the public had ruled in android’s favour. They were now in the process of implementing themselves in society- finally at liberty to get jobs that paid, form relationships that mattered, love ruthlessly and unforgivingly.

It was a whole new Detroit.

You yourself had been incredibly glad for the change- as you had stood at Markus’ side as a vital part of the revolution.

Although now that it was over, you couldn’t deny how very lonely you expected yourself to feel. The deviants had become the closest thing you had to a family- but now that the fight for freedom was over, everyone was going their separate ways. Markus, North, Simon, Josh- it seemed as if the people of Jericho all had places to go. All but you.

You tried not to let it bother you- and instead busied yourself with helping your fellow deviants find their homes.

It almost surprised you that the RK800 was one of those lucky androids that had a place and person like that- like home. It wasn’t that Connor was unlikeable- his determination and innocent demeanour was even endearing to say the least- but his original primary function was to hunt out the exact thing he’d become, and you wouldn’t think that mission would allow much time for relationships.

Yet still, you walk through the snow, side by side with the curious deviant, who was tossing a small silver coin between his fingers, with skill and precision only an android could possess.

You assumed it was a mindless habit that began as a calibration tactic- though with one glance at his furrowed brows and deep, worried and confused frown- it seemed to have become a nervous tick.

Connor was experiencing emotion- something of which he wasn’t quite used to yet, being newly deviant. The complexity of feelings still confused him to great lengths.

You stopped in your tracks, causing Connor to do the same, “Are you alright?”

Connor seemed surprised, not realizing you could read him with such ease and recognize his internal struggle.

“Yes.” He stated defensively.

You nodded, not believing him- but not wanting to push him all the same.

Continuing to walk through the snow, Connor put the coin in his pocket and stared at the snowy ground. He knew you could see right through him.

“I haven’t seen Hank since the

Cyberlife Tower mission, when he encouraged my deviancy and involvement in Markus’ revolution.” Connor spoke, tugging on the edge of his jacket sleeve. “I don’t know what to expect when we get to the Chicken Feed truck.”

You nod in understanding, “You’re feeling nervous.” You observe.

Connor blinks, looking to the side as he debates your statement, “Is that a bad emotion to be feeling under this circumstance?”

“No,” You assure, “It’s perfectly fine. It means you care about your relationship with Hank.” You look up at the snowflakes swirling through the air, billowing off of rooftops.

Connor watched you, hands in your coat pockets while you watched the snowflakes dance along the wind.

“I’m not sure I like the feeling, though.” Connor admitted, turning his gaze to watch the snow crunch beneath his feet.

You were quiet for a moment, basking in the kind atmosphere while you considered your options of how to help the nervous android.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” You ask, glancing towards him, “It helps.”

Connor thought for a moment, unsure as to how holding your hand would help, though he found himself nodding all the same.

You were right. He felt better as soon as your hand reached for his, linking your fingers together slowly so as not to rush him.

“I’m sure Hank will be happy to see you, Connor.” You murmur, standing closer to him as you walked, hands connected between you.

“You’ve never met Hank, how do you know he’ll be happy to see me?” He asked, squeezing your hand just a bit tighter.

You avoided his gaze quite well, deciding to instead focus back on the snow as you mumble, “If I had someone like you to meet with, I’d sure be happy to see you.”

“You don’t?” Connor asked, ever the curious and questioning sort of deviant.

“Don’t what?”

“Have someone like me to meet with.”

You bit your lip, shaking your head to confirm his suspicion, to which he simply went quiet.

Soon you could spot the food truck Connor had earlier described to you, shut down and covered in snowfall. You also saw a man standing just six feet away from said truck, his back facing you.

As you both approached who you could only guess was Hank, you pulled your hand away from Connor’s grasp as Hank turned towards you- intent on standing back while they reunited.

Connor didn’t pay this any mind, and returned Hank’s grin as they embraced- tightly and familiarly. As if they were father and son, greeting each other after months apart.

You smiled slightly as they mumbled back and forth, their words indiscernible but their tone lighthearted and teasing.

Stepping away, you began to walk back the way you came- expecting that to be the last you saw of Connor for a while. You would return to the few remaining members of Jericho and help them find their loved ones, until only you were left.

Part of you wished you’d had someone to meet too. Like how Connor had Hank, or how Markus had North and Carl.

You, on the other hand, were alone, and it bothered you more than you expected it to.

Although as you began to walk away, Connor called out your name, causing you to face him and Hank yet again.

“Come meet Hank.” He insisted, waving you over.

Hank smiled warmly at you, a smile that was inviting and knowing.

You returned to the pair carefully, not wanting to make a bad impression. Connor seemed to recognize your nervous shuffling- and decided upon using the technique you taught him.

He reached out and grabbed your hand, bringing you to his side, “It’s okay, Y/N, you don’t have to be alone anymore.”

ahhh im sorry this request took literally ages, I’ve been working on updating some wattpad things. Thank you so much for requesting though, I hope you like it- and thank you so much for the compliments on our theme, we’re pretty proud of it (‘: -♠️

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Come Home | Jeon Jungkook

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jeon jungkook x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): light angst

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: with jungkook away on your, y/n has been left with the scar of him leaving.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): come home by onerepublic

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 850

Sitting uncomfortably for hours in the chair at their desk, Y/N stared blankly outside the window in front of them. Not any words to be said, not enough thoughts to be had.

Just one. Only one thought made up in a mind that could create millions.

It had been six months since Jungkook left for tour, and in those six months, Y/N found themself moving to a new city for a new job opportunity. One that you couldn't give up for anything in the world. A dream job in every way you could wish for it.

At first it had all been easy. Texting, video calls, letters when they needed the feeling of something more intimate. They would find any free moment they could and make sure to devote it specifically for one another. And it had been alright.

But slowly over the months, things got harder and communication dwindled. Leaving a phone call only about every other week, and sometimes not even that. Quick text messages that often lead to empty conversations. And the other side of the bed growing colder and colder.

The only thought that consumed them now, was the thought of wanting him to come home.

To be together. To hold hands. To be in love and dance in the pouring rain without the fear of anyone watching. To be the only home that they could ever need.

Y/N had never been particularly religious, but there was the small feeling that maybe the world had some great divine power that helped guide it's course. And in moments like these, it was so easy to get lost speaking out into the void of infinity.

Hello World,

I can only hope that you, whatever that is, is out there listening to me right now.

I miss him. I miss him so much, and these last few months have shown me how impossible it becomes to breathe without him. He is the key that unlocks my heart and soul. The better half of me.

I just need him to come home. It's not even a want anymore, it has gone much further than that. I have been waiting so long just to hold him in my arms again. To see him smile the moment I wake up.

He shows me a world where it's so easy and simple to get lost in it's beauty. To finally break down my preconceived notions that the world is only cruel. With him I know it's not. Maybe that sounds ridiculous, but it's true.

In everything that I am not, he is. In everything I can't be, it's everything he should be. But I don't have him here. I need him here.

God, I know that in reaching for stars I can't grab ahold of. But I just need him to come home.

It felt foolish to sit in silence for hours, letting a single thought consume them. Only to finally break all that screaming quiet by talking out to nothing. Because there was nothing there.

Nothing that they could see.

The universe was a powerful thing, holding copious amounts of energy and possibilities that people would never fully understand. But one thing that people can understand that the universe never will, is what it's like to love someone so much that you can't live without them.

Space and time gave humans the opportunity to love. But those things themselves would never have the luxury.

Although, it was the moments like this one that made people wonder if it even was a luxury. Love sometimes feels like a game, the ones no one wants to play. Where they give their hearts away to be carried through a maze, praying that they see it come out the other end safely.

So was it really worth all the struggle to find it or the pain to try and keep it?

A question that no one will never have the answer to, and that would keep Y/N lying awake at night. Wondering if in the end it would all be worth it or if everything they had ever held dear to them would go falling away like autumn leaves.

But when autumn and winter pass, spring comes again. Life is brought into the world and fields bloom. The superficial beauty is replaced for all those to see once again.

But even superficial has its moments of authenticity, because there is truth inside everything. After things leave, they will always come back to you.

Y/N's eyes finally grew tired. Giving them all they needed to pull themselves away from their desk and back to their bedroom and under the covers. Head crashing onto the pillow like waves on a shore.

The silence which had felt so abrasive before finally felt… peaceful. And the cold bed finally felt warm. They had closed their eyes and slowly began to drift off to sleep, when the front door finally opened.

The quiet sound of footsteps carried throughout the hallways before the bedroom door gently opened. And that beautiful, honey-like voice finally spoke again, "I'm home."

This is definitely different from the style of writing I have done before. More thought evoking, I feel like. Kind of wanted to get inside the head of y/n more, lol. Hopefully it's enjoyable. Thank you guys for all the support you have already shown us. -♥️

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Question; who is this account run by? I keep noticing plural references.

Good question, anon! There’s actually two of us who run this account, we typically sign off our own posts at the very bottom using our designated emojis that we’ve chosen.

Luna is ♠️.

And I (Selene) am ♥️.

That's the best way to tell who is who, and if you look in our bio at either our linktrees (which links our other individual socials) or our character masterlist (which displays who we write for and, more specifically, who’s assigned to write for each character), you’ll see the emojis used a lot there too.

Hopefully that clarifies everything! -♥️

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Never Gonna Leave | Kento Nanami

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: kento nanami x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): some angst

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: y/n and kento have spent some time apart after their fight, there has still been no apology and both of them are starting to get antsy.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): part two to "Never Go Too Far"

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒: ONE

It had almost been too long since they had spoken. The morning after Kento and Y/N got into a fight had been just as hectic and disorienting. Y/N woke up to a call from their brother, apparently their father had been in an accident at work and they were all meeting up at the hospital.

In the moment, there was a brief moment where things seemed as they might just fall back in place.

Before Y/N left for the airport, Ken had packed up a bag of his own. Fully planning to board that flight with them. But at the last minute, Gojo called with some work for him to take care of. He tried to turn him down and have him find someone else, but they knew how crucial it was for him to be helping. So they told him to stay.

Resulting in what they have had for the last four days. Utter silence on both ends as neither one of them could bring themselves to pick up the phone and call. And while a text seemed way less terrifying and significantly less confrontational, the words just never seemed right.

At this point, the fight was a complete blur. They weren't really sure if it had even happened, but with the lack of communication that had been going on, it was a reminder that it certainly had. And a solution on how to fix it became less and less unclear as days with no calls or texts passed by.

Though maybe things would change soon.

Y/N pulled their bags along as they walked through the unbearably white airport walls, just trying to make sure they didn't miss their flight. Not only were they desperate to get home, but they had made it to the airport a little late and had a knack for getting lost in places like this.

It was always Kento that helped them through and find where they needed to go, but these last two times, it had just been them. And having to do that alone, amongst all the other things that had been falling apart since the fight, they just knew they couldn't handle being without him. He was their other half. Their lantern as they walked through dark woods.

The flight wasn't very long, they were only in the air for about an hour and a half. But it felt like it had been six hours long as they sat restlessly in their seat. Tapping their foot anxiously, causing the person sitting next to them to give them distressing glances throughout the entire plane ride.

Finally the plane landed on the ground, and as quickly as they could, Y/N got off and made their way to the front of the airport to find a cab to take them home.

As they looked around and tried to see over people's moving heads, there wasn't an available can in sight. They could feel their palms grow sweaty and their shoulders fall into a slouching position as hopeful light left their eyes.

They turned around and we're making their way to a bench to sit and wait as they saw a certain blonde haired man pushing his way through the crowd of people.

Nanami Kento stood tall over most of the people around him, and just like he did in every crowd, he stood out like a sore thumb. But not for any negative reasons, he simply just held himself so much differently than everyone else. And to Y/N, he would always be the only person to draw their attention so inevitably.

The fear of rejection that rested inside them was screaming at them to not make a scene. But it held no willpower over the longing to be held by him again.

Y/N ran into his arms and embraced him tightly, praying he would do the same. And to their surprise, he did. He wrapped them up in his arms and held them tightly, planting a gentle kiss on the top of their head.

They pulled apart and held hands in peaceful silence as they walked back to their car. Shy smiles on both of their faces as they saw as people looked in awe at them. Just like they normally did when they saw the couple together. An undeniable reaction of how clearly they loved one another.

Climbing into their seats and being away from the bustling airport crowd. They turned and looked at one another with smiles before finally starting the car and driving home.

They sat peacefully saying nothing. But Y/N's mind began to race as anticipation swallowed them whole. Anticipation of what they had been waiting days to do.

They parted their lips with a sigh and looked over to him, "I'm so sorry, Kenny. I shouldn't have blown up. I shouldn't have said that you… that you would rather die at that job than loving me. And that you're selfish, because you aren't. You never have been, but I was and I'm so sorry."

They weren't sure what reaction to expect, but they didn't know how to react as a soft chuckle fell from his lips. He smiled and spoke gently, "It's okay. The moment you sent me to work to help made me realise that you didn't mean it. We were both just angry. I'm sorry too."

"You don't have to be sorry," Y/N shook their head vigorously, "you didn't do anything wrong. It was me. I shouldn't have-"

"Stop, Y/N." He put the car into park as they finally reached their home, "It takes two for those kinds of things to happen. I fought back and therefore, I also had a hand in everything that happened. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you to sleep alone."

Y/N looked away as their cheeks grew rosy and warm, an embarrassed smile on their face. But Ken placed his finger under their chin and pulled their eyes to meet his, "I love you. Now, let's go back inside and get some sleep."

And they did just that.

They both went back inside their home, to their shared bedroom where they climbed into the comfiest clothes they could find and laid side by side, staring into each other's eyes. Before they shared one last kiss and finally drifted off into sleep. Dreaming of all the years they would spend together just like this.

This is technically my first requested oneshot 😳. THAT'S SO COOL! So thank you so much to @supporting-cool-people for requesting a part two of "Never Go Too Far". Hopefully this suffices. -♥️

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Silver Lining | Peter Maximoff

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: peter maximoff x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): uhhhh swearing and kind of implying reader has dad issues but also not in a way?? it’s also mostly fluff, I hope that’s okay

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: all peter wanted was a little bit of your undivided attention, even if you were annoyed with him. this time, he goes a bit too far.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): as per the request above, enemies to lovers

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.3k

It wasn’t that you hated him. Well, maybe you did- but it was more the inconvenient annoyance of incessant chatter, music cranked up to ear splitting volumes, and the mystery of how all your decent records happened to go missing as soon as Peter had found out you owned them.

Peter Maximoff was frustrating to say the least, and it was even more infuriating that he didn’t seem to see anything wrong with his behaviour.

“Lighten up, Y/N.” He’d say, fidgeting with his jacket, pinning a button- that most certainly was not his- on the collar.

Sure he was annoying, and sure you wanted to pull your hair out every time he spoke, but you didn’t really hate him- at least, not till now.

It wasn’t uncommon for Peter to pull pranks on people around the institute, and you knew you were one of his biggest targets for that, for what reason- you could never tell.

They had always been harmless though, like sticking a sticky note to your back that had some mildly crude word written on it, or replacing all your pens with glitter pens right before a class- so you’d be forced to hand in a paper that was pink and sparkly.

Before this point, all his little pranks on you, short remarks, and things he’d ‘borrowed’ had only been a minor inconvenience. This, however, was a whole new level of low.

Now, you were standing in the centre of the school’s student population, listening to people laugh at you as you trued to pull a grotesque, thick, sparkly purple liquid off your person.

It was all over you. Everywhere. You were almost certain it’d take days to get these stains out of your clothes, and for that matter, out of your skin.

That wasn’t even what bothered you most. It was the way everyone could see you. Everyone could point and laugh and whisper.

It was embarrassing, you looked ridiculous and this substance smelled awful. You had one person to blame.

“You’re so infuriating, Peter!” You shouted, instantly washing the smug and amused smile off the speedster’s face. “Why do you insist on being such a bully!”

You feel the disgusting liquid travelling down your arms, down the back of your shirt, and down your forehead, but you wipe it before it can get in your eyes.

You could only stand, red faced and helpless and covered in sludge, stuck in the middle of a crowd while you stared down the silver haired cause of this whole event.

“I’m not a bully, Y/N, god- why can’t you take a joke!” Peter responded, matching your tone- though immediately regretting it.

He didn’t mean for the prank to be as theatrical as it had been- and by the humiliated and uncomfortable look etched into your features, he knew he was in the wrong. He felt guilty, but was too stubborn to say so.

“I hate you.” You snap, making Peter feel even worse.

Instead of apologizing, like he knew he should have, Peter only went further.

“Oh, you hate me? You’re not ten years old, I’m not your dad!” He retaliated. That. That was too far.

Apparently someone had informed the headmaster of what had happened, as Xavier’s was the next voice heard among all the whispers.

“Peter, that’s enough.” He spoke, clearly trying to keep his reaction to the situation restrained.

Hank McCoy appeared out from behind some students, side stepping Xavier’s wheelchair as he made his way over to you- kindly laying a towel over your shoulders.

You muttered a thank you, appreciating the gesture greatly, as it felt like you had some layer of protection now- especially as Hank continued to try and hide you behind him as he lead you out of the crowd.

Taking a last glance over your shoulder, you see Peter being escorted by Xavier in the opposite direction, no doubt towards the headmaster’s study to discuss some sort of punishment for the prank Peter had pulled.

That was the last you really saw of him for a few days. You began to avoid him like the plague, not wanting to deal with another argument- knowing that as soon as you saw that fluff of silver hair, you’d return to your anger.

If it was any other scenario, you would have laughed it off and forgave him- but not this time. This time, his prank left bits of your skin dyed a certain hue of bright, electric purple, with glitter to match.

You’d been getting comments on it every time you left your room- mostly mocking comments from people who had seen the cause, they joked about it, or even made rude remarks about how you needed to chill out about the whole situation.

You were thankful for those friends of yours that still stayed by your side- and didn’t make fun of you in the way that others had been. Even Scott had tried to make you feel better about the situation- and Kurt had made you laugh with a joke about how you both had funky coloured skin for now.

Your friend’s comforted you, sure, but the whispers in the halls from others that couldn’t keep their opinions to themselves still got to you, and it left you wanting to get away from other students a while.

Unfortunately, even despite how large the property really was, there was never anywhere you could hide.

You’d tried spending time in your room, but Jean always coaxed you out with her telepathic conversations.

Hank’s lab wasn’t much better. While he meant well, Hank always bothered you to go outside and get some sun, or even make amends with Peter- who Hank was aware felt awful for what happened.

So you tried hiding under a towering tree on the outskirts of the property, just as the sun was beginning to set and students packed away their outdoor activities and went inside.

Apparently this was the last place you should have gone.

“Hey.” A familiar voice calls out, a shine of silver catching the corner of your eye as you sit up from leaning against the trunk of the tree and glare at the newcomer.

“What do you want?” You ask, picking at the grass beneath you.

Peter raises his hands in defence, “You just looked kinda lonely, are you okay?” He looked genuinely sad that you were so secluded from everyone, that you had pulled yourself away after what he’d done.

You scoff, “What’s it to you, Roadrunner?”

Peter sat cross legged on the ground just a couple feet away before addressing you, “Look,” he sighs, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pranked you like that, and I definitely shouldn’t have handled it the way I did. It was totally uncalled for- and I just-… I’m really sorry.”

You pause for a moment before nodding, which Peter takes as a signal to relax a little. At the very least, you’ve heard his apology, and he sees the look in your eyes.

The look thats telling him you’re mulling over the thought of early forgiveness. It’s enough for him, for now.

Instead, he tried to lighten the mood a little bit.

“Hey, I mean, every cloud has a-….” He trailed off, realizing what that saying implied. “I shouldn’t finish that.”

“No, you really shouldn’t.” You chuckle, relaxing a bit as well and leaning back against the tree again.

“It’d make me sound self centred.” He joked.

“What, in a way that’s different from the usual?” You ask, twisting the somewhat lighthearted air into one of complete awkwardness.

Peter laughed nervously, watching you return to picking at grass “Am I really that much of an asshole?”

You shrug, a teasing smile fighting to take over your lips, “Sometimes.”

The speedster fell silent for a moment, seemingly contemplating your answer before suddenly jumping up to stand.

“Y’know what, no,” Peter spoke. “I’ll say it, every cloud has a silver lining, and I’m gonna be that silver lining.” He holds a hand to his chest.

“What the hell are you talking about, Sonic.”

“Sonic?”

“Like the hedgehog.”

“I deserve that.”

“Yes, yes you do.”

Peter shakes off the comment and holds out a hand to help you up, “That’s not the point- do you trust me?”

You laugh, “Absolutely not.”

You still take his hand and pull yourself to stand, shaking out the leaves and dirt on your clothes.

“Okay- I’m gonna take you somewhere and you can just pretend you trust me for a few hours and if you still hate me by the end of the night, you can use your powers on me or something.” Peter bargains, pulling his goggles over his eyes. “Hell, I will stand still and take abuse, feel free to get your gloves and give it all you got.” He pretended to hit an invisible punching bag before holding out his hands in a sort of offering gesture, waiting for your response.

“The powers thing sounds fun.” You agree and suddenly Peter isn’t in front of you, and instead you feel a hand come around the back of your neck, supporting your head.

“Good.” Peter huffs, standing just inches behind you. “You might wanna prepare yourself a bit.”

You don’t respond, and instead close your eyes, knowing what’s about to come next. The feeling of movement is unbelievably nauseating, but it only lasts a few seconds at the very least, and when you open your eyes you’re…

At a McDonalds?

“Peter.” You go to look at him, but he’s already dragging you inside.

“C’mon, let’s get some drinks.” He pleads.

You sigh and allow him to take your hand, pulling you along to the counter of the establishment.

The cashier instantly spots the odd neon purple, glittery blemishes of your skin, and makes no attempt to stop staring as he greets you. You shift uncomfortably, wishing the weather were cooler and you could get away with wearing something to cover all the purple flaws.

Peter takes notice and carefully throws an arm around your shoulder, glaring at the man in an attempt to get him to stop. When he doesn’t, Peter raises his eyebrows and instead chooses to say something, “You got a problem, man?”

The cashier seems a bit embarrassed, and pulls his gaze away from you, “Not at all! What can I get you?”

Peter allows you to choose first, following up with a Sprite and upgrading both drinks to a large.

Soon, you’re stepping back out into the parking lot, now holding sodas the size of your head, and Peter uses the arm still around your shoulder to bring you over to the corner area of the parking lot- where no cars could park.

“I can’t believe that guy.” Peter muttered, referring to how the cashier had been staring at your purple and glittery skin.

You shrug as well as you can from under his arm, taking a sip of your drink, “At least he didn’t say anything.”

Peter paused, frozen for a moment as he looked at you, “Have people been saying things?”

You bite the inside of your cheek a bit, “Yeah, just stuff about the prank, and the fight, and… comments about my dad and how I can’t take a joke.” You try to play it off as nonchalantly as you can, but remembering the rude remarks from people you saw every day kinda stung.

Peter sighs, “I’m really sorry.”

“You said that already.” You dismiss, “It’s whatever.”

“No, it’s really not.” Peter faced you as well as he could with his arm still over your shoulder, “I should know better than anyone to not make comments on people’s dads, especially when I don’t know what kind of relationship you have with your dad. It was a really shitty thing of me to do- on top of the thing I’d already done.”

Peter shifts his glances around the parking lot, suddenly looking a bit nervous, “I shouldn’t have pulled that ‘prank’ in the first place. I was really just trying to get your attention- and I should have used a method that didn’t royally piss you off.” Peter laughs, and surprising him, you laugh too.

“Alright, Speedy, I get it, you’re sorry. Just shut up and drink your sprite and sit on the curb with me for a while.” You laugh, “Be the silver lining to this clusterfuck of a cloud.”

Peter grins, knowing you forgave him, and knowing that he had a chance to get your attention the way he should have tried in the beginning.

You begin walking towards the curb again, as the sky starts to turn into purples in blues, with stars dotted against the beautiful ocean colours.

“Y’know what,” He sipped his drink through the plastic straw and hummed as you both reached the curb. “I’m actually kind of hungry, are you hungry?”

He didn’t even wait for a response before uttering a quick ‘hold this’ and in the span of six seconds you felt Peter’s arm disappear from your shoulder, another drink being put into your unoccupied hand- and then Peter was in front of you, holding a McDonalds box.

“That’s stealing.” You state as Peter took his drink back and sat down.

“That’s…” It seemed like Peter was about to defend himself, but instead nodded, “It’s stealing, yeah, it’s stealing- do you want me to return them or do you wanna sit here and eat these chicken nuggets with me.”

You thought for a second, before joining him on the curb, arm to arm, shoulder to shoulder, “You better have at least stolen sauce too.”

Peter set down the box of nuggets on the pavement between your feet and sipped his drink as he emptied his pockets, “Of course, I’m not a monster. I even got the good stuff.”

He held up a ketchup packet.

“Peter, if you eat a chicken nugget with ketchup on it, I’m gonna remove you from this planet” You gently punched him in the arm to emphasize your statement.

“Okay, geez, ‘twas a joke- I won’t actually eat ketchup nuggets.”

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