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upon further reflection, i do believe finnick odair would be left shark and would ask annie to be katy perry.

i’m very curious about what you think modern thg characters would dress up as on halloween

thanks for the tag @thedelicatearcher !!!

rules: give ur top artists of the last 4 weeks & ask which fits your vibe the most

i still don’t have many mutuals so… i very much encourage anyone to do this too!! (also be my mutual too 😁)

edit: i figured out how to make mutuals. i have some now. i feel so accomplished now :)

woodstock is staring directly at the sun, but never in the mirror

lucy gray baird would’ve been SUCH A THEATER KID. literally would’ve loved performing and getting roses after shows.

(she def would’ve had eurydice from hadestown be a dream role. i just know it.)

9 you want to know better tag :)

three ships: eleanor and chidi (from the good place), finnick and annie (from thg), and sam and mercedes (from glee)

first ship: ella and prince charmont from ella enchanted (og comfort movie)

last song: “kaleidoscope” by chappell roan!!

last movie: deadpool 2 (i’m prepping for the new movie 👀)

currently reading: nothing but i have been on the hunt for don’t want you like a best friend by emma alban to read next!!

currently watching: i’m watching supernatural for the first time (i’m on s12), and i LOVE it

currently eating: homemade chicken and gnocchi soup :)

currently craving: a good loaf of bread i can bite a hunk off of

i don’t really have anyone to tag i don’t have that many mutuals… but feel free to fill it out if you wanna be moots!!

tagged by @themarydragon 🥰

9 people you want to know better tag

Three Ships: Zelink (Zelda/Link, Legend of Zelda), Shirbert (Anne/Gilbert from Anne of Green Gables or Anne With An E) and Locklyle (Lucy/Lockwood from Lockwood and Co)

First Ship: i joined tumblr in 2017 for BoTW Zelink and all of my fandom experience spiralled from here. i started playing LoZ games before that though, maybe 2008? and there was a fanfic tab (though it wasn't called like that) on the help website i used

Last Song: ......... "Last Night - Official Madison Song" by Chris Anderson and DJ Robbie (it's on my summer playlist bc of childhood nostalgia, i don't go out of my way to listen to it usually 😂)

Last Movie: Maze Runner: The Death Cure (justice for Newt)

Currently Reading: book wise, I just finished The Two Towers (and am not so patiently awaiting Return of the King to, well, return to the library so i can borrow it)

Currently Watching: Once Upon A Time (nearly done with S1)

Currently Eating: waiting for my dinner to cook (ratatouille and semolina and eggs)

Currently Craving: CHEESE. my kingdom riches gratitude for a scrap of french cheese!!!!

tagging: @js589 @ohmyoverland @hailqiqi @unnamednarrator @practicallyasleep @cateringfears @applesjuice @redplaidjacket @beckybubbles would love your thoughts on this if that's something you're up to :)

finnick odair would’ve been so happy to get gray hairs. rip finnick odair, you would’ve loved aging.

It’s that she put poisoned berries in his hand and he put a pearl in her’s

snoopy def be getting the best sleep ever. i envy him for that.

rip johanna mason. you would've "my kink is karma" by chappell roan.

“you’re safe, you’re safe.” CRAZY. WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO ME??

me when finnick and annie get reunited in mockingjay pt 1 and he holds her so tenderly and you can just feel how much he cares for her and missed her and now i wanna cry

me when finnick and annie get reunited in mockingjay pt 1 and he holds her so tenderly and you can just feel how much he cares for her and missed her and now i wanna cry

just saw chappell roan live. i’m not sure if i’ll ever recover, and i’m okay with that.

the parallel between “you’ve ruined my life by not being mine” and “i love you, it’s ruining my life” KILLS ME

james potter is so jack kelly coded, and i’ll leave that there.

heartbreaking, earth shattering, soul crushing. i have never been so invested in a story. i’m liyrrally crying in the school library as we speak. this entire series was so good and so well-executed.

so in conclusion, i am screaming, crying, throwing up, and i will never recover.

two sides of the same coin | finnick odair [final part]

previous part

“no. you can’t stop a fool in love.” hemlock offered calmly. “unless they believe they are not loved in return.”

all for nothing at all.

tags to be found each part.

cw: none.

final part.

everything aches. your heart feels icy in your chest as you sit on the edge of your bed and your teary eyes absorb the green walls. inhaling shakily and exhaling just the same, your cold hands press to your face as you attempt to push away the urge to cry. you didn’t sleep a wink, all you did was cry and scream and destroy more of your room. it’s cruel, it’s unfair – it’s monstrous. you left one dark pit to find finnick and now as you feel the heavy weight of an expensive ring on your ring finger you know you’ll be falling into another pit. permanently. there’s no point in evading or escaping, no point in attempting to escape your fate. maybe it was set the moment you “kissed” finnick, or maybe it was set the moment you began to feel for him. regardless, it’s set.

downstairs you hear finnick call after you after the front door shuts. exhaling shakily and sitting up, you fan your features and tug off the ring. you drop it onto your bed and you stand while looking around the room in destruction and disarray. “i’ll be right there!” you shout as you make your way out of the bedroom into the contrasting corridor of perfection. blinking rapidly and inhaling deeply, your bandaged hand presses to the green walls as you slowly make your way towards the man who’s no doubt trying out what you cooked on the stove and baked in some attempt to gain control of yourself. your eyes screw shut and your jaw sets.

“he won’t let me go without a fight!” you shouted so loud it shook your ribcage.

the cold air hit your skin harshly as you stopped just outside of the hotel doors. hemlock hummed. he stopped on the snow and he slowly turned around. your wide eyes looked at him, mascara stained your cheeks and your hands grasped the card and small velvet box. blood stained the velvet, it stained the white of the card. you shook your head. “he loves me.” you breathed, fog gathered around your lips. “he will fight for me. i can’t–i can’t stop him if he does.” you said tightly as hemlock slowly walked back towards you. his dark gaze held yours.

“no. you can’t stop a fool in love.” hemlock offered calmly. “unless they believe they are not loved in return.”

your heart sank. “he’ll see right through me if i lie.”

hemlock smiled. “oh come now. have some faith in yourself.”

you fold your hands behind your back as you step into the kitchen. your brows twitch and your resolve begins to shake just seeing finnick standing over the pot slurping up the broth you’d made. it smells of delectable foods and seasonings, of finnick – cinnamon and vanilla. for a moment you think you might break, but you can see it. finnick on the ground, dead. mags just a room away. you’d said your goodbye to her the day after the hotel, it’s day three. you have to be in the capitol by the early morning. you’d told her the truth, all she did was hold you. and as you gaze at finnick who turns around and meets you with a crooked smile, you wish you could give him the same.

his smile falters just a bit as he looks you up and down. “hey…” he speaks softly with a small furrow in his brows. setting down the wooden spoon, he walks over to you with a gentle tilt of his head. “you don’t look so good – what’s wrong? you never ask me over this early.” finnick stops in front of you and when he tries to reach out to hold your face, you pull away with furrowing brows and a soft frown. and it feels as if someone’s pushing a blade through your heart, he flinches slightly and he blinks softly. your gaze holds those sea-green eyes.

“two nights ago i met with a regular.” you begin as your hand tightens so tightly behind your back you feel the stitches snapping and opening up beneath white bandages. finnick stands in front of you with an expression of focus, his brows furrowing and lips thinning. you keep your voice steady, bored – you keep the voice you held the first day you spoke to him. as if he’s a stranger and not the man you know yourself to feel for. “i’ve been meeting with him most of the time when I go into the capitol. we’ve talked a lot.” you lie through your teeth and finnick shakes his head gently, blinking softly.

“why are you telling me this?” he asks with confusion. but then his eyes widen slightly and a deep exhale leaves his nostrils. “did he hurt you?” he asks with concern and worry pulling and twisting his features. your insides begin to dry and die, when he steps forward you step back. and you can see the dread that spills into his mind through those pupils.

“he proposed to me.” you plunge the blade into his chest. he flinches and you nod gently, wetting your lips and looking away from his eyes – your gaze looks to the pillar painted a lighter shade of green. an olive. “he’s very important in the capitol. not only can he give me everything i need but when i marry him i can leave everything behind. i don’t need to be in the district–”

“stop.”

“i don’t need to become a mentor.”

“please.”

“and i can forget i was ever even alive outside of the capitol.” your gaze meets his and the blade twists in his chest. finnick’s eyes are wide, they’re glassy. his brows twitch and his lips part with shaky breaths and exhales. you swallow thickly and you hold your fist, you can feel the dampness of the blood through the bandages. it hurts, it’s hot pain but it doesn’t compare to what you’re pulling through. “i said yes.” and you shove the blade in deeper. finnick’s eyes search yours, your jaw sets and you keep your facade. but finnick shakes his head and steps towards you.

“no. no. you’re lying n-none of this can be real.” his voice is tight, it sounds as if his heart has lodged into his throat. you blink softly and your eyes flutter shut as he steps forward. coarse but gentle hands hold your face and he brings your gaze to his as your eyes open. looking up into his sea-green eyes, your hand tightens around the grip of the blade in his chest. “you wouldn’t ever. you–you’re joking, right?” finnick’s voice shakes as your gaze holds his. his thumbs stroke your cheekbones. “i love you a-and i thought–” and with a rough pull away of your face, you scoff as your hand pulls the blade out.

“what?” you offer sharply. “that i loved you?” your brows raise as you let out another sharp scoff. finnick flinches again and you shake your head gently as your brows furrow. “i cared about you but you knew what this was. you were the one that proposed it in the first place, remember?” there’s a bitterness in your tongue, but you worry. you begin to worry as your eyes sting and your stomach twists with sickness while your heart pushes up into your throat. his eyes search yours. “you were a means to an end, odair. and now he will be. with him i can leave all of this behind.”

finnick exhales shakily as tears roll down his tan cheeks. you feel the blood pushing through the bandages and dripping onto your palm that grasps the injury. “why are you doing this?” he breathes out shakily, his brows twitch and his nostrils flare as his adam’s apple bobs in his throat. and your hand grips the blade’s handle yet again. the point presses where his heart has been wounded severely and you shake your head gently.

“because i want to leave all of this behind. it’s all i’ve ever wanted. i don’t want to be stuck forever, under president snow’s thumb with the games tagged on my ear. i refuse to be a sow for the use of those above me.” you plunge the blade into his heart yet again. and your hands begin to tremble. “and you weren’t enough to change that fact.” and you rip the blade out. turning around, you quickly switch the positioning of your hands to fold in front of you as your vision blurs. “now get out.” your voice is tight, tears brim along your waterline as blood drips between your fingers and hits the wooden floorings.

there’s a long silence. then finnick exhales shakily, almost choked. “watching your games – i can remember the last kill that crowned you the victor.” he begins, his voice tight and wavering. “it was a twelve year old from district 12. she begged for her life but you shoved the blade down her throat.” you flinch as you recall the memory your mind seems to have burned out. more tears roll down your cheeks. “i should have known you were heartless then and there.” and you hold your breath, his tone is ice cold – empty. you blink rapidly as more tears spill. it isn’t until the front door slams shut do you fall towards the pillar. blood splatters to the ground and smears on the pillar you grasp.

and now you’re in the pit again.

time moves slowly – agonizingly slowly without finnick. you find a routine, you stick to it, and you put on a face. a facade. finnick hates you, he would forever hate you and you’d never see each other again but at least he’s alive. at least mags is alive. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla sears into your nostrils like copper once was, it never leaves. not while you sleep on expensive sheets with hemlock’s arms around you and his expensive aftershave suffocating you, not while you’re styled and dressed by the best designers by the day, not while you look over a table of enough food to feed an entire district – nothing rids finnick from your body and your senses. nothing. but you manage to find footing in a loveless marriage with a man that is less than a friend but more than a stranger.

especially after the birth of a beautiful boy.

“welcome home, miss.” one of the nannies greets you.

you offer her a soft smile before you look at the three year old in her arms and he reaches out with a big smile, he makes grabby hands at you and giggles loudly. “hello, my lovely boy. did you miss mommy?” you coo sweetly at the baby. with a scrunchy of your nose against his neck he giggles joyfully. you pull back and brush away some of his hair, sea-green eyes glow as they look at you. your eyes flicker to the nanny and you nod gently. “i’ll be in the living room – please bring some of his toys and books.” she offers a nod and bow before she walks off.

softly cooing at the boy, you hold him on your hip and enter the living room with a smile across your lips. his cheeks rosy, dusted in moles and various freckles. you kick off your heels before you step onto the soft carpeting. one of the maids fluffs the pillows, you shoot her a momentary smile before you look back to the boy in your arms. “should i notify the mister that you’re here, miss?” asks the maid with a gentle tilt of her head. you raise your brows gently.

“he’s here?” you question in surprise. she smiles and nods, with a soft frown, you shake your head and put on a smile. “that won’t be necessary. i just want to spend some time with my sweet, sweet boy.” he giggles as you nuzzle your face against his, his arms wrapping around your neck. when the screen suddenly flickers on, your gaze shifts towards the screen. gently rocking with the boy on your hip, your brows furrow as your eyes are met with president snow announcing the 75th anniversary of the defeat of the rebellion. “please turn this off i don’t…” you trail off softly and take notice of the headline. president snow’s voice fills your skull as he reads from cards.

“on this the third quarter quell games. the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district.”

suddenly, you can’t feel your legs. your eyes widen and your jaw falls slack as your heart drops into the acidic pits of your stomach. “miss?” the maid calls cautiously. your entire body feels cold, it feels numb as your gaze burns into president snow.

“victors will present themselves on reaping day. regardless of age, state of health, or situation.”

falling to your knees, hot tears sting your eyes and everything sounds muffled. the maids' voices of concern, the nanny trying to pull your son out of your arms, hemlock’s footsteps. everything is distant, nothing exists as you feel the weight shift off your hip and you crumble to the carpet. grasping the carpet as your forehead presses into the fabric – you let out a guttural scream that echoes through the room and brings a burst of tears from your son that calls after you. hemlock falls beside you and you thrash as he attempts to hold you.

“no! no! no!” you scream and shout helplessly as apologies leave his lips.

nobody wins the games.

nobody.

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strawberry mentos

lucas sinclair x gn!reader

type: literally tooth-rotting fluff

word count: 0.2k

warnings: poorly written smooches, reader’s fav candy is strawberry mentos

summary: kisses with lucas are already sweet enough. even sweeter when you can taste the sugar on his tongue.

inspo: “strawberry kisses” by leanna firestone

a/n: wrote this bc i couldn’t sleep and we need more lucas fics !!!

i pulled away from him, my eyes scanning his face.

"what- what is it?" lucas asks, eyes a little terrified.

i dive back in for another kiss. it's a press of lips and a swipe of the tongue before i pull away again.

"you taste sweet, sinclair," i state plainly.

the boy chuckles nervously. "umm... thank you?"

i kiss him again and again, trying to find the sweetness i had just tasted.

i could taste the sugar on his tongue. i knew lucas loved candy, but there was something special about the sweetness of this kiss. it was all too familiar.

after a handful more of kisses, i finally figured it out, pulling away from lucas with the largest grin adorning my face.

"holy shit, sinclair," i say. "strawberry mentos."

he stutters, his whole body heating up in embarrassment. "i have no idea what you're talking about."

my smile grows impossibly. "you ate my favorite candy," i say, "so that when i kiss you, it'll taste like them."

i get up off his bed, pulling open the drawer in his bedside candy, the designated candy stash. sitting at the top was a case of strawberry mentos, no doubt costing a few hours in the hot summer sun mowing lawns.

i picked them up, showing them to lucas as evidence. i gave him a pointed 'see?' look.

"i thought you'd like kissing me more if i tasted like your favorite candy..." the boy mumbled.

i wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"jesus, sinclair. you're so sweet that i think my teeth just might fall out."

we both laughed, feeling unbelievably happy in each other's arms.

maybe all of erica and the party's teasing was worth it for these little moments.

and lucas' stupid strawberry mentos kisses.

quick kisses and a white lie

gwen stacy x reader

type: tooth-rotting fluff

word count: ~0.6k

warnings: like one dirty joke

summary: stupid peter and his stupid questions and gwen’s stupid time management skills.

a/n: as much as i love peter parker, i LOVE me some gwen stacy

i couldn't help but let a giggle erupt from my lips as i wrapped my arms around gwen.

her brilliant smile graces her face once more. i couldn't help myself. i kissed her face again, and we both let out girl-ish giggles.

"how did i get so lucky to get you as a girlfriend?" i whisper into her hair.

gwen shakes her head, her ponytail swaying with the motion. "moderately lucky, i guess," she says.

i gasp, pulling away from her slightly and smiling down at her. "i have no idea what you're talking about, stacy," i say. "i have the most beautiful-" kiss "-smart-" kiss "-funny-" kiss "-girlfriend in the world-" kiss "-who has the most-" kiss "-wonderful smile!" kiss

her beautiful smile graced her face again, and i kissed her again.

"well, when you put it like that..." gwen says.

i laugh with her again as her hands snake around my neck.

"i'm so glad you're mine," i whisper into her smile.

"i'm so glad you're mine," gwen whispers back.

she tightens her grip on the back of my neck, pulling me towards her lips. i smile, our lips about to touch for what seems like the 100th time today, when—

KNOCK KNOCK

i stand up, stumbling away from gwen and turning towards my door.

"shit shit shit shit shit," i say, smiling to myself and to gwen. she stands up and collects herself, attempting to take her hair that had become slightly wild from my hands running through it.

i do the same while also straightening my clothes. "coming!" i yell.

"so soon," gwen whispers, throwing me a wink.

i gasp, a mix between a laugh and a scoff leaving my lips.

i turn back to the door, shooing gwen to one of the corners out of view of the door before opening the door.

"hey!"

peter.

"hey, parker. what's... how- uh- why are you here?"

peter shrugs. "gwen and i had plans at 4, and it's 5 right now, and i haven't seen her yet."

i didn't know gwen had plans! she always forgets these fucking plans, and now parker is at my door looking for gwen, aka my secret girlfriend hiding in a corner in my fucking room!

"oh, that sucks, i'm sorry," i say, gritting my teeth as i hear the very faint giggles of gwen.

parker shrugs. "yeah. i stopped by her house, and she wasn't there. and i thought since you're always hanging around her..."

"you think i know where she is," i say.

parker nods. "so..."

i shrug. "i... don't..."

the boy nods. "alright."

i'm about to close the door before peter lodges his foot between the wooden door. "look, just tell me the truth. is she here and you're just covering for her?"

"i- uh... well..."

peter chuckles and gazes behind me. "i'll see you at school, gwen!"

he finally moves his foot away and walks away from my room.

i slam the door shut before gwen topples over, bursting out laughing.

"this isn't funny, gwen! i had to lie to peter, and he's a really nice boy!" i scold, walking over to her and slapping her shoulder.

she only laughs even more. "i'm sorry, baby," she finally says after her laughter fit is over. "i forgot. besides, it's so easy to get distracted when i'm with my wonderful girlfriend!"

she wraps her arms around my neck as mine snake around her waist, resting loosely on her hips.

she pulled my into a quick kiss, smiling as she pulls away.

"i'm sorry you had to lie to peter," gwen says, her nose nudging mine.

i sigh. "i forgive you, i guess," i say.

gwen chuckles and presses another kiss to my lips.

"i love you."

"i love you more, stacy."

right where you left me.

peter parker x reader

type: angst with a fluff ending

word count: ~1.8k

warnings: break-up, sadness, depression

summary: when peter leaves y/n alone at their diner, y/n feels stuck in place.

inspo: “right where you left me” by taylor swift

a/n: specifically written for andrew garfield’s peter but can be tobey or tom’s

i jumped at the sound of my phone ringing. i turned around and picked up my phone, clicking 'accept' and holding it to my ear.

"hello?" i say.

"hey."

peter.

peter's voice sounded a little wobbly, like he was anxious or something.

"hey, babe," i say, smiling to myself. "what's up?"

"umm... you know our diner?" he asks.

"of course i know our diner, peter," i say. there was this diner - mel's - that peter and i always went to when we would study together. we went there on our first date and had our first kiss over one of their ice cream sundaes.

"do you think we could meet there soon? like half an hour maybe?" he asks.

"of course! i'll see you there in 30! love you," i say.

"bye," peter says, before hanging up.

----

i walked into the diner, smiling at the hostess as the door closed behind me. i walked to a booth in the corner of a diner and waited for peter.

after a few minutes, i hear the bell on top of the door ring. i look up and see peter, looking around the diner. i wave him over to my booth. he walks over.

"hey, peter," i say, pulling him into a hug. he quickly pulls away, sitting in the seat across from mine.

"hey, y/n," he says.

i sit down, smiling at him. i pick up a menu, reading over the options. "you know, i saw on one of the signs near the door that the special-"

"i don't think i can be with you anymore," peter says suddenly.

i drop my menu onto the table. "what?"

"i just... it's nothing you did. it's me. i can't..." peter stumbles over his words.

i feel my eyes go glossy. "did you..." i start. i hear my own voice trip over itself. "is there someone else?"

"no!" peter says. "n-no! well... kind of. but not in the way you think!" he says.

i can feel my mascara start to run.

"don't cry. please, y/n," peter pleads.

"what? you're just going to break up with me and then expect me not to cry? you found someone new and then told me that at my favorite diner. where we met! and you expect me not to cry?" i whisper to him.

peter sighs. "you make me sound horrible," he says.

"you're not horrible, peter," i say, placing my hand over his. "you're absolutely wonderful in every well ay. i just... i don't want this to end."

he composed himself. "i'm sorry. i hope i'll see you around," peter says. and with that he's up and gone.

i finally let his words sink in. he left me. he found someone new. he doesn't want me.

i sat there, in the little dingy corner of our diner, and cried.

i cried over all the hours we spend together. i cried over all the now-bittersweet memories we had in the diner. i cried over the big question: what had i done wrong? i cried over the future i had planned for us slipping through my fingers.

i sat there for a few minutes before a woman came up to me.

she had a waitress' uniform on. she looked familiar. probably the hostess from the front door.

she asked me if i was okay. i nodded and wiped away the mascara that had begun to stain my cheeks.

she asked me if i wanted anything. i shrugged. she told me she knew just what i needed and walked off.

i cried some more and then the waitress came back. she placed a sundae in front of me. she called it the heartbreak special.

i chuckled softly as she walked away.

i ate it and stared at the wall. my mind was reeling. i didn't know what to think, what to say. i didn't even have any tears left.

soon, i felt a tap on my shoulder. the waitress was standing beside me. she asked me when i was planning on going home.

i shrugged.

she asked me if it was soon, because the cook wanted to go home.

i told her i had only been there for a minutes. she told me i had been there for a few hours.

my breath stuttered in my lungs and i rose, placing a $10 bill in her hands. she told me i could come back any time. she told she'd whip something right up for me whenever i wanted.

i thanked her and left, my heart feeling like it had been ripped in two.

----

i sat in the corner of the diner again, like  had everyday for the past three weeks.

the little booth was a form of both comfort and pain. it was like a drug -- i just kept coming back to that stupid seat like it was a drug.

the waitress, who i had learned was named betty, continued to bring me little snacks. it wasn't sundaes everyday (sometimes she would bring something a smidge healthier).

everyday i waited. i waited for peter to come back. i waited for him to barge in with his new girlfriend. i waited for him to call me. i waited for him to burst through the door and get on his hands and knees and beg for my forgiveness.

but he never did.

i just stayed there. the wait staff, my parents, my friends all expected me to find some perspective, but i just sat and stared.

----

i finished my math homework, tucking the notebook into my backpack.

"hey hun," betty said, smiling down at me. "my shift is almost over. wanna go somewhere with me?"

i shake my head. "writing assignment," i say, pulling out the notebook.

"what's the assignment?" she asks.

"writing a poem. at least two stanzas," i say.

she nods. "got any ideas?" she asks.

i shrug. "i was thinking about writing one about this diner. i don't know," i say.

betty smiles at me, one of her warm smiles that makes me forget why i'm in this little corner again. "that's a good idea, y/n. you should go for it."

"thanks, betty," i say.

i spin my pencil around in my fingers. i start scribbling down words, trying to figure out what i want to say.

----

an hour later, i finally have a poem.

help, i'm still at the restaurant still sitting in the corner i haunt cross-legged in the dim light they say, "what a sad sight"

i stayed there dust collected on my pinned-up hair i'm sure that you got someone out there love and dancing, but i'm unaware 'cause i'm right where

i cause no harm, mind my business if our love died young, i can't bear witness and it's been so long but if you ever think you got it wrong

i'm right where you left me

i close my notebook and slip it in my backpack. i leave a tip on the table and walk out the diner.

i'm right where you left me, peter. come back to me.

----

it had been over a year since peter left me in the diner. i still sat in my corner everyday.

he never came back.

i'd stop perking up when the bell on the door rang.

i stopped asking betty if she'd seen a tall, lanky brunette with a skateboard come in.

but i never stopped sitting at the booth.

one day, i was reading a book, my legs folded underneath. it was like every other day.

the familiar bell above the door rang, and i continued to read.

soon, i heard the familiar shuffling of betty's shoes.

"uhh... hun?" she says.

without looking up, i say, "yes?"

"someone just walked in."

i looked up.

it was impossible. it was peter.

he looked 10 years older, his face aged with grief. despite the sadness permanently settled into his features, i could still feel the boy-ish presence of peter.

i called his name out.

"peter?"

he turned towards me, his face contorting into some strange emotion that was a mix between confusion, relief, and fear.

"y/n?"

i couldn't help myself.

i ran to him, flinging myself into his arms. he hugged me back.

"what are you doing here?" i ask him, my arms still around him.

"what are you doing here?" he asks.

i pull away, smiling at him. "you first."

he shrugs. "i don't know. this place is comforting. i needed comfort," he says.

i smile softly at him.

"what happened? if you don't mind me asking," i say, sitting back down in my spot.

he sits across from, his shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. "just a... jumble of things."

i nod.

"so, why are you here?" he asks.

"i never left," i say. "ever since we... you know... i just kept coming back. i don't know why."

"oh god. i really messed up, didn't i?" he mumbled to himself.

i chuckle to myself. "it's fine, really."

"no, it's not," he says. "i pulled away from you because i was scared but i messed up."

"what do you mean?" i ask.

in an instant, some string shoots out his wrist towards the salt shaker. it attaches to the shaker and springs into his hand.

"what the hell..."

it finally clicks.

"you're spiderman?!" i whisper-yell at him, my eyes wide.

he nods, placing the salt shaker down. "i didn't want you to get hurt," peter says. "i was stupid. i'm sorry."

"it's okay, peter. i get it, but... i wish you had just told me."

he puts on a bittersweet smile. "i wish i did, too."

i smile. "then let's start over," i say. "let's put all that bad shit behind us and start again."

he chuckles. "it's not that easy," he says.

"yes it is," i say. i hold out my hand for her to take. "hi. my name is y/n."

peter just chuckles and shakes my hand. "my name is peter parker."

"well, it's nice to know you, peter parker." i let go of peter's hand and turn to the bar where many of the waitresses are gathered and whispering to each other. (no doubt about how someone was finally sitting with me.)

"betty!" i call over to the waitress. she smiles over at me.

"yeah, hun?" she calls.

"can you bring us something?" i ask.

"one heartbreak- uh... i'll bring something right over!" she yells.

i feel my cheeks flush.

"heartbreak?" peter asks.

i shake my head, giggling to myself a bit. "it's a joke she likes to make."

peter laughs along with me.

after a few minutes, betty drops off a sundae in front of the two of us. "bon appetit, lovebirds," she says.

peter and i both flush red as we take our spoons and dig in.

peter flashes me one of his goofy smiles, and i can't help but share in it.

i was right where you left me.

flirty drunk

jesper fahey x reader

type: fluff

word count: ~1.5k

warnings: alcohol, implied bisexuality (idk if that’s a warning), gambling, a lil self doubt

summary: after a night of gambling, jesper gets a little drunk. who knew he was so flirty when he got tipsy?

the crow club was busy. like usual.

but among all the chaos, i could still spot jesper gambling his money away.

he was always either at a table drinking away with friends or at a gambling table. today, the latter was the case.

he threw his cards down, laughing dryly. i knew he had lost.

i walked over to him wrapping my arms loosely around his neck from behind. jesper was still babbling away, even with me near him.

"how much did you lose, jes?"

"nothing much. 10 kruge."

"35," the man officiating the game butted in.

i laughed as jesper sent him a glare. "i thought we were friends, man," he whispered.

i leaned towards jesper. "well, i think jesper's gambled enough for one night. i'm going to steal him away," i say, pulling him up.

everyone else at the table lets out a whistle as jesper whines.

"love, it's not that much. i bet i can win—"

"win it back? jesper, you have the luck of a one-legged dog."

everyone laughed as jesper only whined more. i plopped him down at a table with inej and nina seated at it.

"i'll be back with some shots. be a good boy, and don't move," i tell jesper, who had taken to pouting. he nodded resentfully but kept frowning.

i went to the bar and ordered some shots. i looked around while they were being made. jesper was still at the table, talking excitedly with nina and inej. i smiled at the sight.

i took the shots and placed them on the table. jesper immediately downed a shot and set it back down.

"someone's thirsty," nina commented, looking at the empty shot glass on the table.

"y/n said i couldn't gamble," jesper said, looping his arm around my shoulder.

"he had lost 35 kruge," i argued.

"you don't need to defend yourself. jesper gambling is never a good thing," inej says, taking a shot and drinking it.

jesper yelled a bit as nina, inej, and i all laughed at him.

a few hours later, i had not taken a sip of alcohol but jesper was extremely inebriated.

"y/n, darling, you're gorgeous. y'know that, right?" jesper told me, his words slurred.

inej and nina giggled at his behavior.

"so you're a flirty drunk?" i ask jesper, watching him stare at my face.

"i just speak the truth when i'm tipsy. and the truth is you have the face and body of a greek goddess," jesper says, blushing.

i laugh. "i think we need to get you to bed."

"yours or mine?"

nina, inej, and i laugh at the bit as i attempt to hide my blush.

"your bed, jes," i tell him, standing up.

jesper smiles. "feel free to join, love," he says as he winks.

nina and inej are thrown into another fit of laughter at jesper's attempts to flirt.

"okay, jesper. let's get you to bed."

jesper tells nina and inej goodbye before following me to the slat. (not without a few stumbles.)

once i got him to his room, i opened the door and i allowed him to walk inside. he walked into his room and plopped down on his bed as soon as he got close enough.

"this bed is so cold," jesper said, turning over so that he's belly-up. "if only you were in it with me."

i shake my head in amusement. "you're really dead set on getting me in bed with you, aren't you?"

"wouldn't any reasonable man be?" jesper said, propping himself up on his elbows so he can look at me. "or woman for that matter."

i laugh at him. "i'll sleep in your bed tonight if you get dressed right now," i tell him.

jesper immediately scrambled into action, stripping off his clothes immediately. i try to look away but it's pretty damn difficult considering his build. he's attractive. very attractive.

he slips on some sleeping pants and opens his arms. "dressed!" he says excitedly.

"where's your shirt?" i ask, noticing his bare torso.

"i don't wear a shirt to sleep, love," jesper says, winking.

i laugh and shake my head. "get in the bed. i'm going to go get ready," i say.

"you better come back! i trust you!" jesper yells, slipping under the covers.

"i promise i'll come back," i say, smiling at him.

"okay!" jesper says.

i go to my room and change into a sleeping shirt and shorts. i walk back to jesper's room.

he's still awake, but i can tell he's getting sleepy.

"hello, my love. you look gorgeous even in pajamas," jesper says, looking over at me. "i bet you'd look even better in nothing."

i blush at that. "jes, you big flirt."

i crawl under the sheets, already feeling the warmth of jesper's body.

"why'd you have to wear a shirt? i can't feel your skin," jesper whines.

"did you want to feel my skin?" i ask him, amused by the boy's drunk antics.

"yes," jesper says, tugging at my shirt.

i sit up. "you really want me to take off my shirt?"

"yes."

"why should i?"

"because i've done everything you wanted me to."

i thought about it for a second before taking off the shirt and throwing it to the side. i had an undershirt on, so i wasn't too concerned. i laid back down.

"better?" i ask as jesper traces shapes on my bare arms.

"much," he says, a huge grin on his face.

jesper loops his arms around my waist, resting his head on my chest.

"jes?"

"hmm?"

"what are you doing?"

"going to sleep."

"are you going to be using my chest as a pillow when you sleep?"

"yes."

"okay."

"i love you."

"i love you too, jes."

"not like that."

"what do you mean?"

"i love you."

"i love you too."

and then he fell asleep.

and i fell asleep, my mind on what just happened.

does he love me? or does he just love me as a friend? or is it just the alcohol talking? well they say drunk words are sober thoughts. i'll deal with this in the morning.

i woke up only to see jesper still asleep, his arms and legs wrapped around me with his head on my chest. my arms were around his neck loosely.

i just smiled down at him. he looked still and peaceful for once. i had never seen him like this before.

my hands went to his hair as i started to play with it.

jes' hair was extremely soft. it felt like clouds. and it was curly. i could take each little strand of hair and twist it around my finger if i wanted.

i started to just run my fingers through his hair and massage his scalp.

"if i knew you liked my hair this much, i would've let you do this before now."

i looked down to see jesper with a lopsided smile, looking at me.

"sorry," i said, removing my hand from his hair.

jesper grabbed my hand before my fingers fully left my hair. "don't stop. it feels nice," he tells me.

i allow my hands to start playing with his hair again.

"morning, by the way," jesper says, his words slightly slurred.

"morning. did you sleep well?" i ask.

"spectacularly. i had the best pillow in ketterdam," he says.

i laugh at him. "headache yet?"

"i've built up a resistance to hangovers, darling."

"really? i thought you'd at least have a headache. you drank quite a lot last night."

"speaking of last night, how'd you end up in my bed? not that i'm complaining."

"you wouldn't shut up about me sleeping with you, so i caved."

"and your shirt is on the ground because..."

"you said you wanted to feel my skin."

"what else did i say?"

"you told me you loved me."

jesper's eyes went wide, but my hands never stopped.

"i said what?"

"you said 'i love you.' so i said 'i love you too, jes.' and then you said 'not like that.' and i said 'what do you mean?' and you said 'i love you.' and i said 'i love you too.'"

jesper blinked at me. "did you know what i meant?"

"i know exactly what you meant."

"so why'd you say it back?"

"because i love you too."

then jesper looked up at me with the biggest smile.

so i took my hands out of his hair and put one on each of his cheeks, and i kissed him.

his lips were soft and warm, and they still tasted a bit like whiskey. but it was perfect. he was perfect. his lips moved perfectly against mine while me moved so that his body was hovering above mine.

we pulled apart for air as he smiled down at me.

"is this why you bought us shots?"

"no. but i'm happy with the result."

he smiled and leaned down to pull me into another kiss.

poison coma.

genya safin x reader

type: fluff

word count: ~1.4k

warnings: food poisoning, a little self criticism

summary: feelings finally come out after some weird tea and a poison coma. 

inspo: “i dreamed about you while i was in my poison coma. i was all old and withered, and you were still nice and pink.” “you think i’m nice?”

i ran through the halls of the little palace, not caring who or what i might run to. this was too important.

finally, i spotted a familiar head of red hair dressed in ivory. i ran up to the girl, grabbing her hand and leaning towards her ear. “you busy? i have a scoop,” i whisper.

genya turns from ivan, smiling at me. “well, i always have time for a scoop,” she says, turning back to ivan before saying a quick ‘bye’ and turning back to me. “lead the way, sankta y/n,” she says.

i scoff as i walk off, my hand still in hers. “you know i hate that name,” i say.

genya giggles. “i know. that’s why i use it.”

i roll my eyes, pulling her out the palace and under a nearby tree. i sit down under its shade, the tailor sitting next to me.

“you’re so mean to me,” i say, not even trying to hide the grin on my face.

genya smiles back, a dazzling grin that would make the whole world stop to look. “oh, but you love me,” she says. “at least, you love me enough to fill me in on the gossip.”

the gossip. yes, she only wants the gossip.

“okay. well, i was walking down this hallway. completely empty, or so i thought,” i say. “i hear some hushed voices, so i follow them and find… drum roll, please.”

genya giggles but nonetheless beats on her lap to supply some kind of drumroll.

“nadia and marie!” i say, causing genya to gasp. “they were, what i can only describe as, canoodling on a bench!”

genya giggles. “i knew it! those two are together far too much to just be friends!”

i wonder if people think that about us. i push the thought aside, instead looking at the grass underneath me.

genya started rambling about something ivan had said to her as i looked up to her and listened.

she was so beautiful, even when she didn’t try. it was impossibly hard not to admire every single part of every single feature of her, but i managed to do it.

i always did.

i sat down in the library, a cup of tea in hand. i placed it down on the table i was sitting at, opening a book and beginning to flip through it.

after a few minutes of reading, i took a sip of my tea. it was colder.

colder than it should be.

i looked down at it, trying to figure out where the steam should be. the. it couldn’t clearly see the cup anymore as the lines began to fade into the table.

i suddenly felt dizzy, and the world began to spin fast. everything was blurry and dull but also clear and bright.

then everything was black.

i looked down at my hands, noticing how the usually smooth skin had wrinkled and how the veins in my hand had gone blue. i touched my cold hand to my face, and felt the loose skin wrinkle around my features.

i had grown old, and if i looked in a mirror, i knew i’d look like a human raisin.

i heard giggling from the outside of my room, and i quickly recognized the voice.

genya. she can’t see me like this.

i hurriedly looked around my room for something to cover myself with, but i was too late.

the tailor pushed open the doors, a beautiful smile on her face. “morning, love,” she says.

i look at her, my eyes wide. “genya, i don’t know what’s-“

“shush,” she says walking behind me. she tangles her hands in my hair, quickly braiding and styling it.

i looked up and found a mirror in front of me. i really was old and gross, but genya was still amazing. as beautiful as the last time i had seen her.

she finally finished styling my white hair, she rested her head on my shoulder, smiling at me.

“beautiful,” she muttered.

i smiled at her. “it’s all you.”

she giggles, kissing my cheek. “i’ll come back for you in five minutes. put on your kefta. goodbye.”

and with that, she was out the door, her beautiful red hair flowing behind her as she left the room.

she was so kind to me. even when i looked horrifying, she called me beautiful.

i looked horrifying. why did i look horrifying? what was the last thing i remember?

the library. the tea. the blackness.

the black.

the…

i woke up to the feeling of crisp sheets underneath my fingertips, the light chatter of people filling the room.

i sat up, taking in my surroundings.

the infirmary.

i hear someone walking outside before the doors fly open, revealing a familiar grisha woman.

“y/n!” genya says, running towards me while healers turn towards genya than me.

the healers all turn towards genya, then to me.

genya is suddenly at my side, hugging me tightly.

“oh!” i exclaim, hugging the girl back.

genya pulls away, smiling widely at me before a wave of worry passes over her. “i was so worried about you. sergei found you passed out in the library. we didn’t know what happened. i was worried out of my mind!”

“genya!” the healer calls, causing the tailor to turn to face her. “we need to talk with y/n. do you mind?”

“oh! sorry!” genya says, smiling one more time at me. “i’ll be back for you when they release you, okay?”

“okay,” i say, smiling as she walks away.

the healer turns to me, asking questions about what i remember and how i was feeling. once she was done with her questions, she told me would be out in a few days.

thank the saints.

food poisoning. the tea i drank had food poisoning, making me slip into a “poison coma” (as genya called it). it just required a few days of rest for the symptoms to fade away, then they’d let me out.

the day they let me out of the infirmary, genya was waiting right outside of the doors. as soon as i was out, she pulled me into the tightest hug imaginable.

“saints, it’s been practically unbearable without you around,” she says into my hair. once she pulls away, she smiles brightly at me before tugging at my hand. “come on! we have so much to catch up on! you missed so much, and i want to hear all about the gossip the healers spread!”

genya began to go on about rumors of a new ball as she dragged the two of us to our tree. once we got there, i sat down as genya still stood, going on about what everyone was saying about the ball.

i smiled up at her, watching as she looked down and smiled back. “well, why don’t you tell me about how it was in the infirmary? if it was horrible, i’ll pull a few strings and try to improve the conditions.”

i shrugged. “conditions were find. the coma thing was weird.”

“really?” genya says. “i heard it can cause hallucinations. i’m not sure though. that mold can do weird things.”

“i dreamed about you when i was in my poison coma,” i blurted out. “i was all old and withered, and you were still nice and pink.”

“you think i’m nice?”

i look, noticing genya with a uncharacteristically shy smile on her face. i smile back at her. “i think you’re very nice, genya.”

a huge smile breaks out on her face as she sits down at my side. “i think you’re very nice, too.”

i can’t help myself. i just lean forward and kiss her.

for a second she doesn’t react, and i panic. what if she doesn’t like me back? what if she doesn’t even like girls?

and then i felt her smile against my lips, kissing me back. i wrap my arms around her, feeling every dream i had about this moment put to shame. she was just so amazing, in absolutely every way, and i couldn’t help smiling against her lips.

genya finally pulled away, giggling. “oh, you’re very nice, y/n.”

i chuckle. “i could say the same for you, genya.”