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captainfightingflower · 2 years ago

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so, have you sent any more NSFW to minors since we last spoke? bullied any other art traders? docs(.)google(.)com/document/u/0/d/1jUho0f5WpIlKQDLWmfjuYuPBNib2hB1Dh_3Cx9m2u_c/

Mmm, been a while since i got one of you! On my vacation no less, in such an unprofessional way as well? You don't even feel like a real person. Is this ask real? Where are the hidden cameras? This has gotta be a prank! No sane person fucking talks to people like this. Do you walk up to reformed criminals on the street while wearing an anonymous mask and ask them if they shot a guy recently while showing them a collage made from newspaper clippings displaying the crimes they did? Fucking hope not!

Not to mention bringing up the infamous Google Doc that has been stated to be mostly made up of malicious lies and outdated evidence (most being cherry picked from autistic meltdowns)? God this feels like a parody with how typical this is of people like you.

(I think it goes without mentioning that i don't do nether, i have matured past being the little self-absorbed trolly pest i was pre-google doc and i now know that consent is dope and being respectful to people is awesome sauce! I have grown and matured, because that's what humans do).

At least if you said it off of anonymous, you would have gotten respect from me for at least being 100% open about it, yet you decided on the cowardly option. You know that i wouldn't block you for doing this, right? You have to be VERY VERRRY bad for me to consider doing that. Because it almost feels like that you know that this isn't the right opinion to have, if you weren't on anon, at least people would know that you're confident in your stance, but here it feels like you don't wanna be associated with your own opinion.

You wanna be loud? Then be loud & proud, go the whole nine yards. I won't block you so what's there to lose? Don't be a wimp and man up!

Now, if you want a more typical reaction, i have provided one so all parties can be happy.

First of all: bold. You're just expecting to anonymously spill the beans on any potential dickishness i might potentially be doing behind closed doors? I might be autistic, but that doesn't automatically mean fucking idiot, it never does!

+ I haven't done nether of those things that i did on drunken impulse or only one time respectively. I have only sent porn to people who can and have consented to it and have been nothing but kind, understanding & apologetic to the people i have art traded with since. As well as apologise to Alanna (the one who was "bullied" but was actually just stressed out) several times (all of which she accepted quite well because she is a very kind soul!)

I don't know if you're either a troll (in which case i can respect the hussle for trying to get a strong reaction out of me, you failed, it was neutral at best) or you seriously think you can just go on anon and ask me DIRECTLY (which i can easily just ignore you, making any effort fruitless) trying to expose me for something i did years ago and not only regret doing, but have actively tried to move past and become a better person (which i have succeeded quite well on a personal level) and expect me to suddenly bow down and make up lies to please you and make me look bad. I pray you're the former, because the latter is just very very sad.

Secondly: I have stated many times that the information on that doc is not only cherry picked by people who don't like me, but mostly cherry picked from my autistic meltdowns.

So not only is most of the things completely out of context: but it's also INCREDIBLY outdated. Meaning that everything in that doc becomes less and less viable evidence which each passing day because i do this neat thing called "maturing and learning from my mistakes to become a better person in general" , highly recommend, you should try it sometime!

What i'm saying is that you couldn't submit that as valid evidence in a court setting, or really any setting because it's quite bad and full of holes if you even moderately knew me personally!

Sure posting everything bad that i did in the history of ever makes me look deplorable, it can make EVERYTHING look deplorable. However, if you included all the good and neutral things i did when they happend between the bad things: you would realize that i was just a kid who liked being edgy but also liked making people happy and simply didn't pick up on or ignored context clues because of autism/ "it would be funny" respectively. Who knew that context changes everything?

I will say this: the experience was an aggressive wake up call to not only value the people i consider friends and the people i'd love to interact with by considering their feelings more and not to pressure them into doing things they don't wanna do. But to be a better person and to put the needs of others before my own (which kinda backfired since now i don't take care of myself as well and i constantly apologize for doing anything that doesn't directly benefit the other person which is very unhealthy since i need to re-teach myself basic self-love) but other than that, it helped me work on things i didn't know or thought i needed working on.

So despite the whole thing being mostly horribly morally dark grey and causing me great mental distress (to the point of developing really bad anxiety) and causing anybody that was somewhat involved with it also great mental distress to the point where people straight up left because it was incredibly stressful and ruined it for them. Not to mention the infighting and friends turning on each other and honestly the whole thing did nothing but make things more tense within the fandom it happend in. At least i, the person who was suppose to suffer the most, ended up being the only benefactor in this gross display of everyone else's character! How ironic....

But seriously, get a life.

#I'm not mad; just disappointed #Fighting Flower tells yet another anon to get a life #Do people seriously refuse to believe that people can change?#I mean people don't hold YOU accountable for screaming and shitting yourself #so why is it so hard to understand that i ain't a carbon copy of the dumbass from years prior?#for the authentic experience: please read everything in a time of voice #You can still show yourself anon. Just reblog this. Or better yet: send me another ask of the exact same thing you said here!#I promise i won't hurt you for being brave

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redheadspark · 2 years ago

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4 “I’ll protect you” 5 “I’ll keep you safe” with Azriel towards reader pls <3 luv ur writing

A/N: This is far too cute! Thank you for the request anon!

Be Level With Me

Summary: During a Sparring session with Azriel, you see the hesitance he has when it comes to the upcoming battle for the good of all fae and human. (Takes place during Wings and Ruin)

Warnings: Just some cute fluffy fluff

"Okay, Azriel. We need to stop,"

Azriel paused, you taking a step back and seeing him in a sheen of sweat and taking massive breaths. You were just out of breath yourself, the sparring session you were in the middle of with your mate was strenuous and intense. Not to mention it was a warm day out in Velaris, you two deciding to practice your hand to hand out at the townhouse in the back garden. Tension was already rising in the air with the notion of a major battle happening against King Hybern.

You were all ready, or you had to be ready for it

"What is it?" Azriel asked, placing his hands on his hips and watching the hesitant look you were giving him. You moved your hair to be in a ponytail and not have it stick to the back of your neck, the blistering sun on your back and the sweet smell of the flowers in Elain's garden was making your head spin, wondering what you were going to say to Azriel.

"You're distant," You stated, Azriel pausing and looking at you with a confused stare. When Azriel wanted to spar with you, you only assumed it was to brush up on your fighting skills for the battle that was going to come sooner than later. You were a decent fighter yourself, though you were more prone to have a task masker and a thinker than an actual soldier. But you still knew how to fight and kill, maybe not to the extent of your mate and Spymaster, but it was a skill you had.

Azriel has sparred with you in the past, you know knew how to throw out punches and dodge low kicks from one another so well you could do it with your eyes closed. But this session felt...off. Azriel's movements were a bit stiffer than usual, not swift and sleek like he would usually be. Even his hazel eyes that were bright in the sunlight seemed....out of place. And he was a hair late in blocking a punch or ducking from a glided kick to the leg.

His mind was occupied, and you had to know what was on his mind.

"You're mind is not here, not in tis sparring session." You explained some more as Azriel was watching you from a few feet away. He was seeing that you were concerned, it was etched on your face and within your skin as you went on, "Az, I wanna know what's going on in your head."

"It's....it's nothing for you to worry about," He reasoned, but you shook your head slowly as you walked over a bit more to get closer to him. Azriel was very hesitant in letting you in, fully letting you in, when it came to his thoughts and his emotions. Maybe he was used to having walls up around his mind and his heart most of his life, needing to keep a distance from having people close to him and people care for him. Yet he was so willing when you two got together, so willing to let you in and have you see all the jagged parts and damaged corners of his soul.

Even after 300 years of marriage and being mates, Azriel still surprised you.

"I have to worry because something's holding you back," You explained, seeing him slowly taking in long breaths and release that stiffness from the sparring session moments before, "I worry because you're my husband and your thoughts are important and valid. And I worry because you're my mate, and my bond with you is tell me that...you're worried,"

You felt it in your core, deep in your belly that he was worried about something. That a singular thought was haunting him and making his mind occupied and busy. You knew your mate very well, far too well for him to hide a lingering thought or feeling from you. Whether it was small and minor or something rather large and dangerous, you always wanted him to tell you.

Azriel could see you weren't backing down from this, and you weren't going to brush it under the rug. He sighed, his own shoulders were sagging now as you were watching him in silence, waiting for him to say what was truly bothering him and making him mentally so far away from you.

"it scares me, thinking of what could happen with this war," Azriel confessed to you, you still quiet as he took a long breath as he went on, "I've lost so many things in my life ever since I was a little boy and I had to learn how to live with it and go on."

You hated knowing that his past was damaged and tainted in pain and sadness. Hearing about his family, how he got those scars, and how he had to build up his own rough and hard exterior in order to survive. The tender heart under his skin was so gentle and unique, such a rare thing to see and be exposed to as you two were getting to now each other before you became mates.

"I know the risks going into this war, and those risks are very high. But....the one thing I'm afraid to risk loosing is you," Azriel confessed, your face looking at him in concern how as he seemed so saddened to tell you this. You immediately moved, getting chest to chest with him and placing your hands on his arms.

"Az.." You were about to say, but he cut you off.

"You are my life," He explained calmly, though you head the brokenness in his voice as his eyes were pouring into yours, "Ever since we bonded and became mates, I considered your life more important than mine. And I know you won't be anywhere near the battle field and you won't be in danger, but I'm still worried about you and making sure you're going to be safe,"

"Nothing going to happen to me," You reassured him carefully, squeezing his arms in your hands, "Azriel I promising you that I won't get harmed,"

"If something does happen or goes left out there with you, I'll protect you and make sure you don't leave this world," Azriel said, sounding determined like it was a vow as you felt the bonding tug give one good yank from his end, "I'll keep you safe, no matter what it takes,"

"Baby, take a breath and look at me," You said softly, having Azriel close his mouth as you searched his eyes. You saw it there in the flickers of his hazel orbs, the fear of you being hurt or killed and Azriel having no way to prevent it. You touched your forehead to his, feeling the sweat from his head melt along yours as you two were so close to one another and breathe each other in under the warm sun and the small gust of wind that cooled you down.

"I have no doubt you will always protect me and keep me safe," You reassured him calmly, "I would be a fool to think otherwise. But you cannot make this fear overtake you, Azriel. You are better than that, I know you are. It's going to be okay, and I am going to be safe."

He had to hear it from your mouth, to hear the certainty in your voice and see it in your eyes that you were going to be safe and you weren't going to leave him. He's lost so many others in his life, and you knew deep down it petrified him that you could be lost too. You've heard plenty of stories of one mate dying and the other going insane from the bond breaking and the loss of their mate. In the back of your mind, there had to have been a linger thought that it could happen to you and Azriel with this battle, this war. But you couldn't give it life, not when Azriel was thinking the same thing.

"I'm not going to leave you, you understand me?" You asked him in a whisper, feeling him nod his head against yours as you spoke again, "You and I will survive this fight and nothing will stop us, okay?"

Azriel said nothing but hugged you, you hugging him back and kissing his head and cheeks as he kept him close to him. While the war was coming around the corner to shake up your world, you had no care for it.

Not when your world was in your arms.

The End.

#azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel #azriel x y/n #azriel x you #azriel x oc #acomaf fanfiction #acotar fandom #azriel acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar

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velidewrites · 2 years ago

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(This is for the drabble thing) Sunflower!

Sunflower: Part I | Elucien Drabble

Word Count: 1.2k

Note: As you can probably tell from the title, this will be a 2-part drabble (because Elucien and flowers is a duo that will always hold a special place in my heart). Thank you, lovely Anon, for submitting this prompt! Hope you enjoy the early stages Elucien, fluffy banter and Elain being a bit of a brat (as she should be).

Lucien was leaving again.

To the Continent, Feyre had told her the night before. Emissary business.

To do what, exactly, Elain did not know. She had not asked.

She’d wanted to, of course. Lucien and her had been making…progress, lately. A few sentences, exchanged here and there, jokes even, though Elain had still been wary enough to keep her distance. Not wary of him, though—Lucien was a good male and he’d never given her a reason to think he couldn’t be trusted.

It was her feelings she couldn’t trust.

He’d awoken some…primal, animal side of her that she had no idea existed. But whenever he was near, she would put all of her energy to fight the urge to protect, to touch, to taste—

She shook her head, trying to make the thoughts dissipate from her mind as she felt familiar heat rise through her, as it always would at a mere thought of him. She didn’t know what to make of it—it was a strange, all-consuming feeling but…she liked it. Perhaps a little too much.

She looked out the window of the sitting room. He had promised to come over to say goodbye. He wouldn’t be gone for long, she knew that, but…something restless dwelled in her chest at the idea of not being able to see him whenever she pleased.

Elain almost rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. Usually, it had been men pining over her, not the other way around. But Lucien—

She shot up from her seat, feeling a tug on the golden thread woven deep within her soul. He was here.

The thread was yet another foreign thing she’d began to get used to. She knew it was their bond, coming to life when the other was near. She remembered the first time she’d felt it, odd yet pleasant as it fulfilled a hollowness in her chest she didn’t know she had. Gleaming, gold and bright. Like sunshine.

She had asked Feyre about it then, hoping to hear the strange tug was nothing of significance, nothing to do with the bond she had never asked for in the first place.

Why do you ask? Feyre had asked, blue-grey eyes shining with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

I felt it, Elain had answered.

Feyre had done nothing to contain the excitement on her face. It’s the mating bond, Elain, making itself known. Reminding you of the connection, the bridge between your souls.

She’d hated it back then, hated the idea of being confined to another in such a deep, meaningful way without having a say.

Only she hadn’t realised she did have a say. She had the freedom to look towards the other end of that bridge, and to decide if she wanted to cross it. Elain had decided it wouldn’t hurt to have a look.

So far, she did not regret it.

Especially not as Lucien, tall and handsome to the point Elain thought had been unfair to all the other males, entered the room, smile spreading over his face as his eyes met hers.

“My lady,” he said, offering a deep, ridiculously excessive bow in a greeting, making Elain giggle in response. Lucien straightened, cocking his head at the sound, and she could have sworn little flames dances in his russet eye as it fixed on her face.

She approached, reaching out her hand with a coy smile. He took it gently, bringing it to his lips, and she felt heat rise through her body once again at the whisper of a kiss. “My lord,” she teased back, and Lucien grinned in return.

She enjoyed this, she decided as they settled on soft, blue armchairs by the fireplace. Lucien’s presence invoked a different side of her, one that she’d been expected to stifle for as long as she could remember. With him, she could be what she’d always wanted—playful, seductive, free of any restraint. Maybe she’d always had those qualities inside of her. They just needed to be brought out.

Lucien, to his credit, was doing an excellent job at that.

“How much time do we have?” she asked, and his brows furrowed in confusion. “Before you have to leave,” she clarified.

Eyes of russet and gold, studied her face in quiet admiration. “Not long enough,” he only said.

Oh.

“I see,” she murmured, feeling her cheeks flush with heat at his words.

The corners of Lucien’s mouth twitched. “Have you already grown bored of my presence, my lady?”

She huffed a laugh, slapping his hand playfully. “You know that’s not what I meant,” she said. Lucien chuckled, and something about the sound made her want to play a little more. “Though,” she began, “it has only been two minutes. I give it about five more before I am forced to entertain myself otherwise.”

His eyes flashed with challenge. “Trust me, my lady, when I say I can be very entertaining.”

Her stomach flipped in response, sending a flutter down her core, and Elain bit her bottom lip. Lucien noticed, as his russet eye darkened following the movement.

Touch him, smell him, taste him—

“So what is the purpose of your trip, exactly?” she instead asked, unable to find any other words.

His eyes travelled back to hers, that dark flame fading out, telling her just how much he was dreading this journey.

“It’s mostly diplomatic work,” he explained. “Some of the human kingdoms have been growing restless, after everything that happened with Briallyn a few months ago. Rhysand wants someone to assure them our alliance stands.” He sighed. “So I will be going to Montesere for a couple of weeks.”

Elain perked up at the word. “Montesere?”

Lucien’s brow lifted in confusion. “Yes. Why?”

She smiled. “I’ve always wanted to travel there. Even when I was human and terrified of Faerie lands,” she added jokingly.

His head tilted in curiosity. “How come? I don’t want to disappoint you, my lady, but Montesere isn’t particularly exciting. It’s mostly miles of fields and crops. The country thrives on agriculture.”

Elain nodded. “I know that. It’s just…they grow sunflowers.” She almost laughed as his brows furrowed. “We don’t have them here, in Prythian. Or the human lands. They’re particularly rare because they require a very specific type of soil, and—“ she paused, realising Lucien was gaping at her with an emotion she couldn’t quite discern. “You must think it’s stupid.”

He blinked, as if her comment snapped him back to reality. “No. It’s not stupid at all.”

“They’re just flowers,” she said.

Lucien shook his head. “Never let anyone demean your passion, Elain, especially yourself. Hearing you talk about something you love is like…basking in sunlight. Feeling warmth spread through your body and breathing fresh air. It makes me want to be there right next to you, getting elbows-deep in whatever soil it is sunflowers need.”

She could only gawk at him, feeling awe and gratitude flood over her, bringing tears into her eyes. “I would love to do that,” she whispered. “Get elbows-deep in soil and plant them with you.”

Lucien's eyes flickered with uncompromising will. "Then I'll bring sunflowers back to you, Elain. I will bring back the entire field, if you'd like."

She scanned his face as he watched her, and once again, she felt a familiar tug on her chest. Both Elain and Lucien smiled as that golden threat between them wrapped around their souls, pulling them together, shining brighter than ever before.

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milliedazzledust · 4 years ago

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Somewhere Only We Know (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Request: @the-craziestone story about Bucky x Reader, where Bucky is really obsessed with Reader - But not in a creepy way, more like he's really really in love with her and he can only see her, like she's his world Anon: can you do something with reader gifting Bucky Barnes the 3 Lord of the Rings books? They were published after WWII, and reader knows he liked The Hobbit so she thinks it's something he'd like

Words: 2943

A/N: this is pure fluff with no warning, also I changed a tiny bit the second request to fit the story - enjoy ;)

He couldn’t explain the sadness he constantly felt every time he was walking through the streets of the city he used to know by heart. A stranger in a strange land was the best way to describe him. More than seventy years had passed, and he hadn’t witnessed any changes. While he had been a puppet deprived of freewill and controlled with the sole purpose of killing, he had missed the birth of a whole new world. Now, as he strode around the streets, he could easily remember each of their names, but none of them were familiar. His mind remained in the 1940’s and in the middle of the noises, surrounded by the sound of first responders vehicles, the children running around and cars piling up on the road, he was a stranger in his own home. It was an unsettling feeling, a pining melancholy that reminded him in every step he made that his Brooklyn didn’t exist anymore.

He was furious in a way, but mostly confused. Haunted by memories he had gotten back a second ago, and they didn’t fit this new reality. He wasn’t even nostalgic, but the loneliness was getting heavier every day. He could still picture the park he used to take his sister, the alley where Steve had gotten beaten up one day, the bakery his mother used to go to every morning. Treasure of souvenirs he would keep forever. And although the park, the alley and the streets names were still here, he was left alone walking down Brooklyn.

“Hey, Y/N!” He heard a voice shouting. “Where do I put those ?”

His head mechanically turned to a young boy carrying a heavy box of what looked like antics. Without thinking he crossed the road and when his eyes laid on the small shop, he gasped. There it was, one small piece of his past still here. It was an old bookstore he used to go to with his sister. The man, a friend, an immigrant from France with a thick accent, would let them stay for hours. Bucky loved reading to Rebecca. They would sit inside and she’d insist to hear The Hobbit. François, the man owning the store, would make coffee and stay with them, relating the stories he had heard around the world, telling them all about the France he had known. It was all still here. ‘Au Nom de la Rose’ was still here.

He didn’t hesitate a second and rushed inside the place, an honest smile on his face. His eyes roamed over the room and he took a deep breath. It was just like he remembered, a place filled with murmurs and whispers floating above his head and through the roof, indistinct conversations between friends, huge windows bringing in a powerful light at this hour of the day, plants in almost every corner. Even the atmosphere was the same, this powerful smell of imagination coming from the laying books on the shelves, begging to be read, mixing with a distinct smell coming from the dust. The small couch and the old table he used to sit by with his sister were also there. The wooden pieces had many rough and sharp edges but looked just as smooth and clean as he remembered. Finally, his eyes landed on a woman there. He watched her rearranging a bouquet of daffodils, breathing in the perfume of the vibrant flowers as she tended to them meticulously.

For some reason, he couldn’t look away. She felt familiar, like he had known her all his life, yet he had never seen her before. When she turned around he took an instinctive step toward her. She noticed, raised her head and that was the moment their eyes met. His breath caught in his throat when she smiled at him. He stood, frozen on the spot, staring at her. He couldn’t comprehend that instant connection. There was an inexplicable sense of excitement yet weird feeling that they had known each other forever, that they were meeting each other again after a long journey. He was transfixed, almost stuck by the confusing mixture of emotions but oddly comforted by them - all at the same time.

“Can I help you ?” She asked him.

He surprised himself thinking there was something eerily calming about her voice, that he could listen to her for hours.

“Do I know you ?” He quickly wondered out loud, mentally facepalming himself for his lack of tact.

“Shouldn’t I be asking that question ?”

“Why ?”

“You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes” She grinned.

“I’m … I’m sorry” He apologized profusely. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Look weird ?”

He could swear his heart skipped a beat when he heard her laugh.

“This place is beautiful”

“Thank you”

“How long have you been working here ?”

“Forever” She smirked. “The store belongs to my family. Passed on from generation to generation”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“You’re related to François Y/L/N ?” He questioned.

She tilted her head, crossing her arms.

“Now I’m intrigued” She told him. “How do you know about my grandfather ?”

“We’ve met,” He answered without thinking. He rapidly realized his mistake when she narrowed her eyes in utter curiosity. “I … I didn’t mean … I mean … It was … It was a long time ago”

He gulped, hoping she wouldn’t push it. She looked him up and down, assessing him.

“What’s your name, weirdo ?” She inquired, giving him a skeptical glance.

“Bucky. M’am”

She smirked.

“Let me guess, a soldier ?”

“How … ?”

“You all have the same manners, and the same eyes”

“What do you mean ?”

She was now standing in front of him, staring at his face with the most adorable smile he had ever seen.

“You carry the same sadness and the horror you’ve seen” She replied honestly. “My father was a lot like that too”

Her answer had the effect of a punch in the gut he hadn’t been expecting. He felt naked under her gaze, a stranger with the power to see through his soul.

“I’m Y/N” She introduced herself, raising her hand to shake his.

It was rare for him to smile truthfully but the unexpected bliss slowly growing made his lips twitch before he could even acknowledge it.

“Hi, Y/N” He greeted her.

She chuckled, amused.

“Hi, Bucky” She murmured.

After that encounter, he made a point of coming back as much as he could. He stayed for hours sitting on the couch, reading the same book over and over again. They shared quick words but he didn’t dare to start up a conversation, too afraid he would say something he shouldn’t, something that would scare her away. He was content like this. There was no Winter Soldier, no war, no fight, no one else than Bucky. Being next to this girl was in itself a medication for him. It made no sense but she was so bright and radiant. Like a magnet, he was sucked into an invisible gravitational pull toward her.

By the second week of him coming into the store, she started to notice the small marks of attention. He would come so silently she wouldn’t hear a thing, bringing a fresh cup of coffee he would lay on her counter when she wasn’t looking, replacing the daffodils before they could fade, carrying the heavy boxes filled with new books. When she wasn’t working, she would grab something to read and sit next to him. They would exchange a smile but wouldn’t talk. The proximity was enough. Their presence was louder than any word. A quiet routine they were slowly creating.

By the fourth month, nothing had changed and that day was no different. Rain was pouring outside and the store was empty, except for Y/N and Bucky. Just as usual, he was reading in a corner while she was working. New stacks of books had arrived and she was methodically putting them on the shelves. Standing on a ladder, on the tip of her toes, she was so focused on the task she had failed to notice the soldier walking up to her.

“Do you need any help ?” He offered.

Surprised to hear his voice so close to her, she lost her balance and slipped. She yelped as her ankle hit one side of the ladder and automatically closed her eyes, anticipating the fall. She tried to brace herself but before her body could touch the ground she felt something cold holding her waist. Suddenly, instead of laying on the floor, she was against his hard chest, in a protective embrace. She recognized his arms around her and shivered at the odd coldness. He felt it immediately and was quick to put some distance between them, making sure his metal arm was no more on her body and only his human hand was steadying her.

“Are you alright ?” He questioned. She pursed her lips, trying not to show that she was hurt when she heard how worried he sounded.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m fine”

He looked skeptic but didn’t say anything about it.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” He apologetically told her.

He took the books scattered on the ground, putting them away, and helped her walk to the couch.

“You know, if the goal was to literally make me fall for you, I’d say you did a pretty good job there” She flirted, making him chuckle.

He sat on the table in front of her and grabbed her calve, gently laying her leg on his thigh to assess the damage. From the corner of his eyes, he could see her blushing. It made him insanely happy to know he wasn’t the only one affected by their closeness. They tried not to look at one another, too embarrassed by the situation. This was the closest they had ever been and the touch on his skin on hers was more than enough to make her heart ready to jump out of her chest. When he clasped her injured ankle, she cried and instinctively pushed him back.

“Fine, huh ?” He repeated her own words with a smirk.

She huffed and rolled her eyes.

“It’s not a big deal, Bucky” She reassured him. “I’ve got to get back to work”

“You’re not moving from this couch” He ordered.

“Is that an order, soldier ?” She ironically threw at him, crossing her arms in annoyance.

“You bet it is”

She watched him, intrigued, as he stood up and piled up some books on the table to put her ankle to rest on it.

“No moving around, got it ?” He made sure she would follow his advice.

“Aye, aye, Captain”

He chuckled

“Technically speaking, I’m not a Captain” He confessed as he continued what she had been doing earlier and started putting the books carefully on the right shelves.

“Would you have preferred Sergeant ?” She replied, bitting her lips, unsure this was the wrong moment to admit she knew who he was.

He instantly stopped what he was doing and slowly turned around to stare at her.

“What did you say ?” He asked, more scared than ever.

Up until that moment, he had avoided telling her who he was. Becoming part of the Avengers meant his identity wasn’t a secret anymore, and although he had done a terrific job staying hidden among the mass of people, it wouldn’t have taken more than a little push to find who he really was. He stood in front of her, frozen, not having a clue how to react.

“Sergeant Barnes, isn’t it ?” She sounded nervous, almost frightened to say his name out loud.

“I… “ He tried to say anything, but as the rain kept pouring outside, slowly turning into a thunderstorm, he blankly stared back.

“Would you have told me ?” She whispered.

“Eventually”

She humorlessly snorted.

“We’ve known each other for more than three months, Bucky. I see you practically every day. Be honest, eventually would’ve never come”

“It’s not like that” He tried to explain.

“I’m not mad, don’t worry” She sadly smiled. “I just wish… I guess I wish you could’ve trust me”

He rubbed his jaw in frustration and made a step toward her. Without breaking his gaze, he slowly took the glove off, revealing his metal hand. Still, he didn’t look at her, too afraid of her reaction. The cold metal had never felt so hot against his skin, a burning reminder of the stranger he had become.

“I didn’t want you to be scared,” He admitted in a broken voice.

“Of you ?” She was surprised. “Why would I be ?”

“I’m not a good man, Y/N”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that ?”

“You don’t understand…”

“The red box under the counter” She interrupted him. “Can you take it for me ? And turn the sign of the shop, we’re closed.”

He gave her a puzzled look, but did as she said anyway. He locked the front door and took the box she asked for before walking to her and putting it directly in her hands.

“Sit” She instructed him.

He didn’t dare to stay near her and chose to stay on an opposite chair.

“I found this a little after you and I met” She told him, motioning to the box. “It was in the basement, hidden under old junks my parents had kept over the years”

He let her speak, not understanding where this was going or why she was telling him about that. She slowly opened the mystery box and took a small envelope out of it. It looked old, so old the paper had turned into a deep shade of yellow.

“My grandfather wrote this” She confessed. “In 1957. It’s addressed to Bucky and Rebecca Barnes. I believe it belongs to you”

She handed him the letter that he took with shaky hands.

“How did you… ?” He started to ask.

“It was a long shot,” She explained. “The first time you were here, you said my grandfather's name like it meant something to you. Like you really knew him. When I found the box, and the envelope, I didn’t make the connection with you right away. But your name was all I needed to start my research. My parents kept pretty much everything so it didn’t took me too long to find an old photo with you and him, back in the 1930′s”

He wasn’t moving at all when she showed him a picture François had taken of them right before he was enlisted.

“I wanted to wait for the right time to tell you, I guess. I mean, you have enough ghosts as it is”

“Still not scared ?” He inquired in a humorless chuckle.

“Not one bit” She didn’t hesitate to reply.

She softly smiled and motioned for him to come closer. When he sat next to her, she moved the box from her lap to his.

“We were friends, François and I” He recalled, his eyes glued on the letter. “He was married to Eloise. This bookstore was their treasure. He kept repeating that I shouldn’t go to war when I could stay hidden under the pages of books that would take me around the world without risking my life”

She took his metal palm between her fingers when she heard his voice breaking. He almost tried to remove it but she tightly entwined their hands together.

“Maybe he was right” He muttered under his breath.

“Or maybe you and I were meant to meet almost a century later” She shrugged.

He snorted before turning around the envelope to open it. Y/N gently laid her head against his shoulder and let him read in silence. She didn’t move when she felt his body shaking with tears but only held his hand harder.

“They’re originals, from 1954 I think. He kept them for you” She told him as he slowly took what was in the red box. A set of three old books. “Why Lord of the Rings, though ?”

He laughed,sniffing, before brushing the tears off his face and staring down at the woman. At that very moment, he felt like the journey was done. His soul had stopped the search it had been on for a time that felt like forever. Like a century.

“My sister and I, we used to come here often,” He said in a melancholic grin. Sorrow was finally starting to be replace by something much better, happiness. “We would sit on this very couch and she would make me read the Hobbit. She used to love that story so much.”

“How many times has she make you read it ?” The woman smirked.

“Enough to remember every single word” He exaggerated, making her giggle. “When I told François I was leaving, he said he would send me books to help me travel away from the war, even just for a moment. I guess he kept them, hoping I would come back. Even after I was declared dead”

“Maybe deep down he knew you weren’t”

“And he planned this whole meeting with his granddaughter ?” He ironically added.

“Oh no, that was beyond him. That was fate, Barnes”

“I was meant to find you” He agreed, a deep feeling of love and utter contentment forming in his heart. He bent his head down and let all he needed to say be spoken through the kiss they shared.

“Will you read it to me ?” She playfully requested.

Overflowed with joy, he smirked and kissed her forehead before opening the old book on his lap. There it was, the only choice he needed to make. The only home he had yearn to create. Her.

#Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes imagine #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier imagines #the winter soldier imagine #falcon and the winter soldier #Winter Soldier #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier imagines #fatws #tfatws

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yandere--stuck · 4 years ago

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(This is the anon about ur zagreus fic! sorry for sending this as an ask, your submission box is closed as far as i can tell,, either way, enjoy <3)

You’d seen the Prince of the Underworld, for the first time, on the day you set foot here.

Dying was a lot to take in, to no one’s surprise. One moment you were merely falling asleep, the next you were clawing your way to the surface of a crimson river. You were sore all over, legs trembling as you walked. (No, gods, did you even really have legs anymore? Were you walking or floating?) It all went by in a haze. The person (shade, man, god?) listing your cause of death after startling awake, and having you take your place in the line.

Your mind drifting to better times became much more difficult when you’re faced with the near obliterating gaze of Lord Hades, looking straight through you for his judgement. Maybe you wouldn’t be as eager to sink through the floor if he hadn’t shown his displeasure with the person in front of you for an ‘ignorant request’. Was it possible for shades to cry? You supposed you were about to find out.

Then, a flash of red made you jump, cutting in front of you as you were about to take another step forward. You blinked, and there was now a man. His skin gray and hair dark, he had a striking resemblance to Hades on his throne. Even the wreath matched. But his actions couldn’t be more of a stark opposite with the stern god in front of you. He cooed at the dog, the exact words he was saying lost on you, and it leaned toward him. It was such a ridiculous sight, the gigantic Cerberus sticking its tongue out and wagging his tail, craning its head for more scratches underneath its chin, that it broke you from your panic and made you muffle a laugh.

Not even Lord Hades snapping at, what you assume to be, his son to cease bothering the dog, got you nearly as scared again. You never got the chance to, in one way or another, thank him. Despite being dead, you were certain you would’ve never lived it down if you burst into tears at the moment of your judgement. Your sentence was given, and received.

Elysium is beautiful.

It’s a privilege to be here, of course you’re aware. To share these hallowed grounds with the greatest heroes of history, ones you’d only heard wild tales about, and to roam these fields of endless green is a wish for many. The reward you received for a lifetime of servitude as one of Artemis’ hunting attendants, and never falling out of your goddesses' grace while doing so. But, even in a gorgeous place such as this one, there are still things left to mull over. Besides regrets made during your life, you sometimes think back to your first day here, and to the prince that saved you from humiliation, without being aware. You had made your mind up to, if you ever encountered a second time, to pay your dues.

There are few things for the dead to indulge in. Rumours are one of them, especially ones as grand as the supposed escape attempt of the prince, Zagreus. The whispers among the shades spoke of an upcoming battle between him, Theseus and Asterius. You’re sure everyone is welcome to watch as Theseus enjoys fighting in front of as large of an audience as possible. The thought makes you giddy, too. Not only do you get to see the prince again, you can show him your appreciation in such a direct way, too. You’d used flowers for the red of your banner, at first. It took ages and wasn’t bright enough for your liking. With enough travelling through the fields however, you came across more and more puddles of dried blood. Whose it used to be, you don’t know, but you used some. They wouldn’t be needing it anymore, would they? Your clothes were still dyed with flowers, though.

When the rumours turn out true, you’re one of the first in the line. You’d expected most of the visitors to be in support of the minotaur or his friend, but you weren’t anticipating being the sole person cheering for Zagreus. There’s no time to care for it. Your shame died along with you. Either way, you’re much more enthralled by the scene unfolding in front of you. The movements are so quick they’re hard to keep track of, a flurry of attempted hits, the prince dashing around as he shoots a flurry of arrows. (You swear he catches your eyes one, and as selfish as the thought is, you think you made him smile.) A spear pierces his chest, and his body falls to the ground.

He returns, dies, returns, returns and dies. You are there for every battle. At one point, you pick up the habit of waving at him as soon as he enters the battlefield, and he returns the gesture. During the fight, you call out his name, your voice lost in the ocean of cheers. (Once again, it’s a self indulgent thought, but Zagreus always moves towards the part of the arena opposite of you, glancing in what you think might be your general direction.) To soften the ache in your heart every time he is forced to sink to his knees, you observe. He lasts longer every time, gets better at dodging, manages to hit more, and then- No longer is he the one forced to accept his losses. Just like during his fights, it’s impossible to tear your eyes away from him.

“I dedicate this victory to you, my Good Shade!” And yet, it still comes as a surprise. To have him staring up at you, smiling widely, as if you aren’t merely one dead among many, on an entirely different, lower level than his. In your journey to show your appreciation for him, you’ve only gained his in return. (Though you’re certain that this is the most personal interaction you’ll have with him; two very separate existences, only interacting for a moment.) You lean over the railing of the arena, and give a smile of your own.

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some noootes…! like i said this was inspired by your yandere!zagreus post,, i wanted to write a little something from reader’s perspective <3!! i added the attendant of artemis detail out of self indulgence,,, they wouldve been sworn to have no relationships during their life so they might not immediately realise how out of the ordinary zagreus is acting later on :P and them using zagreus’ blood for their banner for him was just ironic to me lmao,, hope u enjoyed it <33!!! thanks for ur writing <3

OH MY GOD ANON THIS SO AMAZING!!!!!!!! YOU'RE SUCH A TALENTED WRITER OMG!!!!! I love your prose and the way you write out actions! This is so creative and, using Zag's own blood for the banner?? UGH. I can't get over it. This drabble my beloved.....

I love this sm and I can't thank you enough for submitting this, this is just. Incredible!!!!! :DDDD

#yandere zagreus #yandere hades #hades game x reader #yandere hades game #zagreus x Reader #hades #hades game #yandere #yandere zagreus x reader

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ttuesday · 3 years ago

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How would the VDL gang members be around their pregnant SO?

hello my dear anon who won’t tell me who they are, I hope you are having a blessed day <3 if you aren’t having a good day then I will gladly give you another slice of bread

Arthur

Arthur is absolutely shocked when you first tell him. He can barely look after himself, how the hell's he suppose to help you look after a baby now too? He doubts himself and his ability to be a good father a lot.

Although the baby's not even born yet (and it'll be a few years before they even learn how to read and write properly) Arthur buys a new journal and keeps it in a chest under your bed. He says he's gonna give it to the baby someday.

He likes spending time with you away from camp. Arthur brings you to many different places but always makes sure there's a good view for the both of you to enjoy. He loves it because it's spending quality time with both you and the baby.

Arthur will ramble on about how ye should both enjoy sleeping throughout the night and not having to change dirty diapers just yet. He'll keep talking about how challenging but fun life's going to be once the baby arrives.

Dutch

Dutch has always been very hot and cold with his affection. Some times he's all over you and other times he's too preoccupied planning all different types of robberies.

When you get pregnant, Dutch tries his best to be there for you... Maybe he becomes a little over-bearing but he's doing it because he wants to make sure you and the baby are happy and healthy.

Throughout your pregnancy, Dutch will keep buying new things for the baby. By the time the baby arrives, he's bought 2 prams (Dutch said ye can use one in the summer and the other in the winter), a cot that's full of blankets, a lot of toys and of course, he especially bought the baby it's own designer outfits.

... yes, he bought all of this with the money from the donations box

Charles

Charles has everything sorted. He stays cool, calm and collected for your entire pregnancy. Even in moments when you freak out, he keeps his composure and helps calm you down.

Charles holds back your hair when you get morning sickness and happily gets you a glass of water and some crackers for you to cautiously nibble on.

If that baby ever starts to kick too hard or decide it'll do a couple of somersaults in your stomach, Charles will hold you and soothe you through it.

A month before you're due to give birth, Charles surprises you with a wooden cot he's made for the baby. It has intricate and detailed carvings of animals out in a grassy meadows and flowers going up the side.

John

John really wants to help. The only problem is, John is terrified of messing things up. When you're pregnant, John sees you as being as delicate as a flower.

Sometimes he'll actually get scared to touch you in case he hurts you. John knows that it sounds foolish but he's still scared.

If you mention that you’re in any pain, John will presume you’re going into labor. One time when this happened, John ran out of the tent to go get help and before you could tell him you were fine, John fainted.

You wouldn’t think John is the type of person to faint a lot but the second he thinks the baby’s coming, he gets so overwhelmed that he just blacks out. He finds it amazing that you don’t pass out at the thought of it and he genuinely believes you’re one of the strongest people he’s ever met.

Micah

Micah becomes so SO protective of you after you tell him you're pregnant. He was protective of you before, always starting bar fights if a drunk tries to flirt with you but now he reached a new level of protectiveness.

Micah will try his best to convince you not to go out on jobs, saying they're too risky. Yes, You've broken Micah Bell. He now actually thinks about how dangerous a job is.

He doesn't even want you to do chores around camp in case they tire you out. Literally, Micah just wants you to sit there and not do anything for 9 months. And if Grimshaw says anything about you not doing any work, Micah will snap at her to mind her own damn business.

And if you want to go into town for supplies, Micah will insist on joining you. If you talk to Micah about how protective he's being and tell him to back off a little, then he might. He's actually very scared something will go wrong so he'll only back off if you give him a lot of reassurance.

Bill

Bill has absolutely no idea what he's doing. At the start of your pregnancy he was clueless and didn't know what to do or how to help you. And even months into your pregnancy, Bill's still clueless.

When your bump started to show, reality hit Bill. He realized that this was actually happening and he loved every second of it.

He comes up to you at random times during the day and starts talking to the bump, not to you, but to the bump.

When you both go to bed, Bill will keep on of his hands gently wrapped around your stomach. One night while he had his hand resting there, the baby kicked. Bill got so excited he started to cry.

Sean

When the due date started to near, Sean suggested ye do a practice run of what to expect during labor... but in this situation, Sean wanted to be the one giving birth while you showed him what he’s supposed to do and how he has to help

Sean also decided to carry around a watermelon for a day to practice being gentle... yes, Sean really did compare your baby to a goddamn watermelon. He tried his best and surprisingly, Sean only broke 4 watermelons in the day.

He broke the watermelons because he kept throwing them up in the air and failed miserably at catching them. On the bright side, at least Sean now knows it's a bad idea to do that with the actual baby.

Some times when he thinks you're asleep, he'll start talking to the baby. He woke you up doing it one time because he was singing to the baby but was completely out of tune.

#pregnancy #tw pregnancy #headcanons #writings #rdr2 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #charles smith #john marston #micah bell #bill williamson #sean macguire

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years ago

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So more on the Beauford Swan AU, how do you think Alice and Rosalie's relationships with him are different? I assume Rosalie doesn't compare herself to Beauford the exact same way she compares herself to Bella, and Alice's Barbie Bella dream probably doesn't translate directly into a Ken Beau. How would that effect their initial relationships and the eventual family dynamics (Let's just assume this is the Beau Gives Up and Asks Carlisle to Turn Him version)?

Ooooh, interesting question anon.

For reference the Beauford AU: one, two, and three.

Specifically, we're in post number three, where Beauford survives Edward (huzzah for Beauford).

Rosalie

Rosalie's relationship with Beauford is a rollercoaster of weird.

At first, Beauford is a nothing special human. Rosalie's a little amused the girls are going wild for him, and she sees the appeal if you're into sensitive pretty boys (not Rosalie's type), but it has nothing to do with her.

As you point out, Rosalie doesn't have that conflict with her own beauty and comparison to Bella. Just per being a man, Rosalie will not compare herself to Beauford constantly.

Then Edward has his Biology breakdown and becomes increasingly weird.

Rosalie probably still suggests they kill off Beauford for nearly being crushed by a van. While Rosalie did have inner conflict over Bella, most of what informed that was Rosalie's lack of desire to move, that wouldn't change because of Beauford.

She probably wonders what the hell Edward's deal is, why is he obsessed with this guy, and then she has her "oh" moment.

Edward is gay.

Edward has always been gay.

Suddenly everything makes sense. The fact that Edward has shown 0 interest in Rosalie, that he showed 0 interest in Tanya who was practically throwing herself at him, that he shows 0 interest in any woman period.

Rosalie never suspected as much before, or at least, never put two and two together. But of course Edward is gay, it all makes sense now.

Edward doesn't like that idea, not at all, and accuses Rosalie of being a jealous shrew who is so offended by the idea that Edward isn't attracted to her that she accuses him of homosexuality.

Rosalie never said a word of this out loud.

The family has the biggest fight they've ever had. And, somehow, it's not over the murder of Beauford, but Edward's sexuality. No definitive conclusion is reached, but if you ask Edward, he is most definitely a heterosexual hot blooded man. Now, if you excuse him, he's going to go sneak into Beauford's room to crush the spiders that might sneak onto his pillow.

But back to Rosalie and Beauford.

Rosalie becomes increasingly exasperated as Edward romances Beauford without admitting he's romancing Beauford. He also does ridiculous things like adamantly refuse to turn Beauford into a vampire.

Rosalie tries to point out that he and Edward have no future like this. Edward doesn't care, he'll nobly leave Beauford anyway, as soon as he has the strength to. Rosalie tries to point out that a man doesn't take another man to a romantic Italian dinner (where he can't even eat anything) unless he's romantically interested. Edward tells Rosalie that she's never been as beautiful as she thought she was!

Rosalie decides, "fuck it", and she will be a part of Beauford's welcome committee when Edward invites him to meet the family. She's only given a few hours notice, but she just feels so bad for this guy. Edward's stringing him along, but is too in love with his own closet to ever have a real relationship.

She has no idea what Beauford thinks about it, but she's just dying of secondhand embarrassment. And yes, she thinks that Beauford should probably live a human life, and that Edward should either leave him alone or turn him, but at the very least she has to explain that her brother's an idiot.

Well, turns out, Beauford is also an idiot. And he's weird.

Rosalie finds herself meeting the most sensitive, womanly, man she's ever seen in her life. This guy is a delicate flower, she feels like if she breathes on him he might shatter into a thousand pieces.

He's very polite, very charming, but she watches as he does things like cry at Edward's piano playing and then let Edward eat his tear.

What the fuck?

Rosalie throws her hands in the air. There's no helping these two, they deserve each other, Rosalie out. Well, the baseball game happens, which turns into a disaster and a half.

Rosalie still likely gives her "Why are we risking our own deaths over this guy we don't even know" and Beauford assumes that Rosalie hates him (not helped by Rosalie giving him "are you crazy" looks all the time as well as Edward telling Beauford that Rosalie is jealous of his beauty and Edward's very platonic affections for him).

That summer Rosalie barely sees Beauford. When she does, he and Edward are cuddling on the couch. She asks if Edward's admitting he's gay yet, the answer is always no. She rolls her eyes and leaves to work on her cars.

New Moon happens, Rosalie doesn't know what to think anymore, but she supposes this is a decent outcome. Beauford gets to live a normal, human, life and move on.

They're back six months later.

Fast forward a bit and Beauford is turned by Carlisle. Rosalie sits down to think about it, Carlisle makes it clear why this happened, and she's back to feeling bad for Beauford.

Edward treats him like trash, he's downright vicious to Beauford, and Beauford looks like he's about to cry constantly. Rosalie reaches out and the pair have a good long talk about life, the universe, and her Pig Brother Edward.

Rosalie assures Beauford that Edward will get over it, he'll forgive Beauford eventually, and someday he'll stop being an ass. Beauford is comforted, but Edward never stops being an ass.

Rosalie and Beauford end up best friends instead.

They have nothing in common.

Alice

Alice still makes Beauford her Barbie Beauford, but with a slightly masculine twist.

She buys him fabulous clothes, so that his closet is filled with blazers, turtlenecks, and very tight pants. She still throws him a sweet sixteen eighteen, only instead of a million pink candles the candles are now blue.

Beauford is still utterly mortified.

She gets him a tux for Prom and Beauford ends up going with Edward though neither Edward nor Beauford realize they're in fact going to Prom together as a couple.

Alice still sees Beauford as her best friend and is absolutely ecstatic for his and Edward's "friendship". As Alice never sees the pair having sex, she is absolutely fine with the platonic label and fully agrees with Edward that theirs is a very platonic relationship.

Alice is still the best friend Beauford ever had because he has no friends and doesn't know what friendship is. Though he kind of wishes she'd stop buying him clothes.

Their relationship goes down the drain after Beauford is turned.

As Beauford and Edward's relationship falls apart, he looks to Alice for comfort, but she has none to provide. She doesn't see him and Edward working out any time soon and, well, glad you're a part of the family?

Alice realizes that her and Beauford's friendship isn't going to work out either. She's upset about this, but doesn't see any way to salvage it without completely alienating Edward. Alice will choose Edward.

Alice ponders over might have beens and wonders when the future shifted but quietly watches as Beauford becomes closest with Rosalie.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #beauford swan #bella swan #edward/bella #anti edward/bella #edward/beauford #anti edward/beauford #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #rosalie hale #alice cullen #anti alice cullen #meta #headcanon #opinion

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endlessymphony · 4 years ago

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Hi congrats on 50 Followers !!!!

🧸 : James Potter x reader where he spends a lot of time with the marauders and kinda ignores the reader and forgets their anniversary. So they get into a big argument and James says something mean about her being a muggle born.

Happy ending please 😁

Thank you 🙏

thank you so much lovely anon!

apologies.

pairing - james potter x reader

summary - james forgot your two year anniversary and left you waiting all day, just to come to your dorm and end up starting an argument

warnings - arguments, a bit of prejudice against muggles/muggle-borns, cussing

a/n - im really glad you guys like my james potter fics lol

you awoke, a rush of adrenaline and giddiness taking over as you practically shot yourself out of bed, almost tripping over the blankets you shoved onto the floor. you rushed over to the calendar hanging on the back of your door, bare feet pitter pattering on the hardwood floor, and yes! today was the day! the hearts circled in pen around the date only confirming your excitement.

your two year anniversary with the one and only james potter. your heart pounding a million miles a minute- feeling it ought to beat right out your chest. below the heart was written ‘surprise date’ in his handwriting, as he insisted that he could handle planning this date on his own. he was wrong, although you weren’t aware of that quite yet.

you spun yourself in a circle, making small noises of glee as you tossed yourself back onto your bed, thinking of what james might be up to. “oh merlin, i need to get ready.” you gasped, sitting back up and rushing over to your wardrobe.

it took an hour to find an outfit that you deemed ‘perfect’, settling on a top that you knew james loved. you spent another thirty minutes on hair and makeup, overjoyed to be spending the day with your beloved.

the waiting game began.

at first it was difficult to wait for him, adrenaline still rushing through your veins- body running off of pure excitement.

an hour passed, then two... then five, and soon it was much darker outside, the sun starting to set.

‘maybe he’s held up grabbing flowers, or making dinner reservations’ you thought, trying to push away the anxiety that was slowly creeping in to replace the high that you were feeling before. ‘oh! maybe we’re doing a night under the stars, how gorgeous would that be’

so, you continued to wait

but he never showed.

james finally came stumbling in to your dorm room at half-passed twelve, chuckling at the sight in front of him. you were wrapped up in a blanket, laying in your bed so that your back faced the door, hiding your hurt expression from him.

“hey, love.” he crooned as he walked over and sat down beside you on the bed, gently putting a hand on your shoulder. “the boys and i had a great day today, you won’t believe what we got up to!”

you slowly sat up, turning to look at him. tear stains on full display, mascara making them all-the-more obvious. james let out a small gasp, hand moving to cup your face. “oh no, what’s wrong? did something happen?” he gently smoothed his thumb over your cheek.

you pulled yourself away from his touch, throwing the blanket off like you had done this morning, but a different feeling had taken over by this point. anger. disappointment. hurt.

you dragged him by the arm and pointed to the date on your calendar, tapping the paper with your pointer finger a few times so he would get the gist. “what are you trying to tell me, y/n?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, trying to play the dumb card.

“you missed our anniversary, james. it’s been two years.” you felt defeated, like every ounce of life had been drained out of your body, and you were now an empty shell. “i waited for you” you began, “all day.”

“it’s not that big of a deal, let’s just do something this weekend instead.” he offered, a smile making its way to his face.

god- you wanted to punch that stupid fucking smile off his face.

“not that big of a deal, james? you left me hanging. ALL DAY i waited.” you were starting to get angry, your voice starting to waver as it raised in decibels. “you knew how much this meant to me! or so i thought you did, but lately, it’s like everyone else is MUCH more important than i am.” your hands balled into fists, brows furrowing slightly as you started to let him have it.

“and don’t you fucking dare say this isn’t a big deal, james potter.” you spat, voice like venom as your said his name. “you really let me down, you really fucking blew it this time, i am really fucking upset about this.”

“i should’ve known that muggles overreact over everything.” he muttered to himself, brows practically knitted together as he ran a hand through his hair. his eyes widened as soon as he said that, opening his mouth to apologize to you.

“you know what james, just fucking leave, just get out.” your lip started to quiver, eyes threatening to spill hot tears down your face all over again, you wanted to hold your composure in front of him. your heart felt as if it had completely shattered in your chest. “really? you really want me to leave?” it was his turn to feel defeated, face started to relax from its scrunched up state.

“yeah, i do. now get the fuck out.”

james looked as if he had his tail between his legs, shoulders slumping down as his whole body started to deflate in defeat. embarrassment. shame. “okay.” his voice was small, this version of him was completely different from the ‘regular’ james that you knew and loved. he walked out, turning to look at you, but you just slammed the door in his face.

you cast a quick silencing charm before you began to scream-sob. tears feeling as if they’re burning your skin- falling to your knees as you let the waves of heartbreak, pain, and anger completely take you over. you cried until you couldn’t anymore, head pounding and eyes starting to get puffy and red. you screamed until you couldn’t any longer, voice hoarse and throat feeling as if it were on fire.

you sobbed still, silently, nothing coming out as you had nothing left to give. “thanks james, thanks for making me feel so loved... so appreciated.” your voice was broken, cracking with every word. you laid on the floor, wishing that it would swallow you up, so you could disappear and never have to feel a thing.

you ended up falling asleep, the whole day taking it’s toll on you. you had nothing more to give, no more fight left in you.

james knocked on your door lightly, afraid that you were about to tear his head off the moment that he stepped inside your dorm. “y/n?” he asked, tone merely above a whisper as he slowly opened the door and stepped in. james closed the door gently, eyes finally falling on your figure laying on the floor.

he felt a pang of pain shoot through his heart. “i caused this.” he mumbled, taking a few slow steps towards you and sitting down. he felt tears welling in his eyes, a few managing to slide down his face as he looked at you. james felt nothing but remorse and disappointment for how things went earlier. he had completely forgotten about the anniversary- what a dick move.

your eyes flickered open, vision slightly out of focus as you try to figure out who’s figure is in front of you. low and behold it was james, crying, mumbling about how he knows he fucked up- and it’s eating him up inside, and about how much he loves you.

you began to sit up, blinking a few times to wave the sleep from your eyes. “james?” you asked, voice still torn up. his head shot up, trying to wipe away the tears with his hands. “hey.”

“what are you doing here?” you asked, “sh. don’t talk, you’ll blow your voice out.” james replied. “i wanted to come back and apologize to you. i feel awful about earlier, and i know how much i hurt you with my actions, especially with my comment about muggles.” he gently cupped your face again, “i didn’t mean it, i promise. i really didn’t mean it.” he sniffled, trying to keep the tears away, but despite his efforts- they returned. “i really love you. god, i’m a shitty fucking boyfriend, aren’t i?” james chuckled, trying to ignore the tears now steaming down his face.

“james.” you started, “no, y/n, i need to make it up to you for how terrible today was. i need to show you that you’re loved, and make you feel important and special, and like the only person in the world.” he started to trip over his words, talking fast out of nervousness, he didn’t want you to kick him out again.

“can we talk about it more later?” you finally managed to ask, “yeah. yeah, sure. definitely. you can sleep in tomorrow and i’ll go and get you some breakfast, does that sound alright?” he was rambling again, trying to ‘fix’ everything. you nodded, a small smile beginning to grace your lips.

“now let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” he stood up and offered a hand to you. “we have time for apologies tomorrow.” you took his hand hesitatingly, slowly standing up, legs a bit wobbly.

james walked you to your bathroom, grabbing you by the waist and sitting you up on the counter. he began to lightly hum to himself as he pulled out a bottle of makeup remover and some cotton rounds, pouring some of the liquid onto the round and gently starting to clean the makeup off your face. he washed your face and brushed your hair for you after, as well.

he helped you change into your pyjamas, and placed you into bed, picking up the blankets off the floor and placing them back on the bed- tucking you in. he leaned in and kissed your head before stripping down to just his t-shirt and boxers, placing his glasses on the nightstand, and climbing into bed beside you.

he spent the rest of the night whispering compliments to you, telling you how much he loves you and wants to be with you forever, and there was no shortage of apologies said. james held you to his chest, playing with your hair until the both of you eventually drifted off to sleep.

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we-love-imagines · 4 years ago

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How about one where Jotaro has a crush on the reader but he thinks the reader likes Kakyoin, so he tries to get them be together. Reader notices this, gets frustrated by it, and confesses to Jotaro out of said frustration

I really liked this ask!!! Thank you so much anon! I’m sorry this took so long, my ask box was being mean, but I hope you enjoy! I’m going to start writing more frequently again- I took a little break after Christmas Countdown!

warning: some naughty words and a sprinkle-dinkle of angst!

Ripping off the Band-Aid

Jotaro couldn’t take it anymore.

How you looked at him, how you laughed at all his jokes, how happy you two seemed together- it hurt more than words could express. Jotaro, over the course of your journey to Cairo, had somehow learned to love you; but he saw how you didn’t return his feelings, that much was obvious. There was little question in his mind that you and Kakyoin had a thing for each other. Yet, that isn’t what hurt the most.

It was the lack of closure that really stung; the feeling that he still had a chance with you clawing in the back of his mind every time he saw you and Kakyoin. Frankly, he wished you two would just get together already so he could pack away his feelings and be done with them. If he knew you were taken, forever out of his reach, he could let you go. But this weird limbo you were in, where you were simultaneously attainable and out of his grasp, was torture.

While Kakyoin certainly wasn’t outgoing, he was far more approachable than Jotaro was. Of course you would prefer him; Kakyoin was nicer, smarter, and overall the better option compared to him. Jotaro really wanted to beat himself over the head sometimes, wondering if he’d be in Kakyoin’s position if he had just been a little nicer. Getting sick of all the ‘what if’s’ and heartache, Jotaro made the decision to get you and Kakyoin together as soon as possible. That was the only hope he had to pack away his jealousy, and put this stupid feeling behind him.

It started small, of course. Jotaro would distance himself from you and Kakyoin, giving you two a lot more time alone together than you were accustomed to. This technique quickly grew more obvious, like when Jotaro would whisper to the Old Man to let you two room together or insisting you both sit in the back during long car rides. While you enjoyed your time with Kakyoin, of course, both of you started to notice Jotaro’s desire that you two stay together at all times. When it was just the two of you, it felt like there was a piece missing- the third member of your little trio.

Jotaro got tired of you two still dancing around each other’s feelings, so he upped the ante. Pushing aside how much it hurt, he’d throw the old man’s money away on flowers and jewelry for you, writing “From: Kakyoin” on the little tags and leaving them in your hotel room. While he was never into this lovey-dovey type shit, part of him wished he could address this sweet, romantic gifts from himself.

He didn’t know where he was going with this idea- you weren’t stupid. If Kakyoin admitted to you that he didn’t give you these gifts, you’d probably think it was some sick prank. For once, he hoped Kakyoin would lie to you, claim it was his doing and confess, so this could all be over with. Even if you did think it was some mean joke Jotaro was trying to pull, who cares? Maybe you and Kakyoin could bond over your shared hatred of him.

After a few of these incidents, your patience was beginning to wear thin. At this point, Jotaro refused to speak to you and Kakyoin outside of conflict, always ducking away the moment you three were alone together. Not to mention the weird, frequent gifts; it was clear Kakyoin wasn’t getting them for you, seeing as he freaked out and assumed the strange objects in your room were part of an enemy Stand. Quickly discovering it wasn’t part of a ploy to kill you, you figured that it must be from another member of the group- you had a sneaking suspicion of who it could be.

The next time you checked into a hotel, you hatched a plan with Kakyoin to catch your mysterious benefactor red-handed. While you two were “hanging by the pool,” Hierophant Green remained in the hotel room, watching and waiting for them to deliver the goods.

Wouldn’t you know it, Jotaro shuffled into the room, looking around to make sure the coast was clear. When he saw you weren’t there, he pulled back his large, black coat to reveal a little bouquet of daisies, scribbling “From: Kakyoin” on the tag, leaving as quickly as he came.

Something in you was deeply hurt by this, rage pooling in your gut as you stood up from your poolside chair.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed to Kakyoin, your eyebrows knitting tightly as you spoke, “That bastard’s been messing with us! I’m gonna go give him a piece of my mind!”

As you began to stomp away, Kakyoin called for you to wait just a second, to try and calm down before you went to confront him. However, his words fell on deaf ears, your face going red out of pure frustration. Jotaro has the gall to ditch you and Kakyoin out of nowhere, try and push you two together at all times, and now he’s trying to fool you? Nuh-uh. Not on your watch. You were determined to figure out his little game so you could figure out why he wanted you out of his life so badly.

Behind all your anger was genuine hurt- someone you cared about very, very deeply looked like he wanted nothing to do to you. You deserved an explanation at least.

Angrily marching up to his hotel room door, you knock with resounding force before waiting for him to answer. After a moment, the door opened up, Jotaro’s eyes widening when he saw the furious look on your face. Before he could shut the door on you, you placed your foot in the doorframe, forcing yourself in with an angry glare.

“You’re not getting out of this one, Jojo,” you practically snarled, crossing your arms as you stood before him, “You owe me an explanation.”

Without skipping a beat, Jotaro dryly remarked, “Kakyoin asked me to do it.” In his mind, Jotaro felt like shit for what he was doing; the fact that you were this upset surprised him, but he didn’t let that show on his face. His bold-faced lie only seemed to heat you up further, the hurt in your heart threatening to boil over.

“Don’t spout Bullshit at me, Jotaro. Since you’ve been making me and Kakyoin spend every waking moment together, he’d never have the time to buy anything.”

Jotaro, in his usual emotionally-unavailable fashion, remained stone-faced as he turned away from you. He was trying to suppress his feelings, trying to put the pain of hurting you aside so all of this could be over and done with. While he felt you staring daggers into his back, he tried his best to pretend you weren’t there, searching for the TV remote in the hopes you’d just go away- go away and find Kakyoin, that is.

You were both used to fighting in the literal sense, beating the snot out of enemy Stand users on the regular. However, fights like these, arguments about emotions and friendship and junk, were somehow a million times scarier for Jotaro. He couldn’t just hit the problem until it stopped moving, he had to sit down and sort out his feelings- the very feelings he was trying to keep hidden.

While Jotaro wanted to ignore you, you were done being ignored by him. Your bubble of anger burst as Jotaro grabbed the remote, sending your Stand to slap it out of his hands and forcefully turn him around to face you.

“You know how much it hurts when you try to push me and Kakyoin away? How much we miss hanging out with you?” you spit at him, words spewing out of you as everything boiled over, “I dunno what you’re trying to do with the flowers and boxes of chocolate, but it isn’t funny. If you’re trying to get me and Kakyoin together or something, it won’t work- I don’t like him like that. I like you like that!”

Clutching a hand over your mouth, you couldn’t believe what you said. By the uncharacteristic blush on his face, Jotaro couldn’t believe it either. Ever since he saved your ass from Yellow Temperance, you’ve definitely had a thing for Jotaro. That thing grew and grew, especially in his absence; in all honesty, that’s probably why his trickery hurt you so badly. Both of you stood motionless, silence hanging in the air as you both waited for the other to speak.

After a few long, deafening moments, Jotaro finally croaked out, “So... you’re not into Kakyoin?”

“Only as a friend,” you squeaked out in response, your cheeks reddened and blazing hot, “Did you think me and Kakyoin were...?”

“-Yes.”

Again, both of you just stared at each other, trying to gauge what the other was thinking. You had just confessed your feelings to Jotaro, and other than his pink cheeks, his stoic face remained the same. Little did you know, his stomach was doing backflips, his mind racing at a mile a minute trying to comprehend what you had said.

You liked him? You really, really liked him? Like that?

He practically short-circuited, anything about DIO or the outside world gone from his mind; to him, it felt like the entire universe was just this room, and you two were it’s sole inhabitants.

“Jotaro?” you mumbled his name weakly, breaking him out of his reverie. He didn’t realize how long you’d both been standing there, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the prolonged silence left you wondering if your feelings were returned.

“I- I, um-” he stuttered, quickly trying to regain his composure, “I thought you and Kakyoin had feelings for each other, so I tried to help you two out.”

“Oh, I see,” was all you managed to mumble out, your mind swirling with thoughts of rejection. Was this a subtle way to tell you to get lost? If he wanted you and Kakyoin to get together, he probably didn’t feel the same. You turned to leave, trying to hold back tears as you reached for the door’s handle.

“(Y/n),” he stopped you, grasping you by the wrist. You turn to face him, his grip sliding towards your hand as you found yourself closer to him than ever before.

“I tried to get you and Kakyoin together because I thought I didn’t have a chance with you. I thought it would make me feel better,” he admitted, his face now fully red as he averted his gaze from yours, “You know I’m bad with the mushy stuff, but I like you, (Y/n). A lot.”

Both you didn’t realize how good hearing that out loud would make you feel. Wordlessly, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. His body was still for a moment, almost as if he didn’t believe this was really happening, but eventually his tenseness melted away as he returned your physical affection. Jotaro felt a little dizzy, but in a good way- he was so surprised you felt the same way, it made him delirious.

“I’m sorry I got so angry,” you whispered into his chest, arms slowly pulling off of him, “Me and Kakyoin really missed you.”

“I’ll try not to overdo it next time,” he chuckled, looking down to meet your eyes again. You jokingly punched him in the arm, trying to muster up an angry expression despite how good you felt.

“There won’t be a next time doofus!”

As you both laughed together, you tried your best to memorize the rare joyful look on Jotaro’s face. You had a feeling you’d be seeing it more often.

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hypmicdaydreams · 3 years ago

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Hello!! May I request for ichiro and samatoki with coffee, earl gray tea, black tea, and russian caravan tea

Hope you enjoy anon 💕

tea prompts: ichiro yamada and samatoki aohitsugi

Ichiro Yamada

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

Ichiro looks for someone that's kind and compassionate, a must have really. He absolutely can't stand people who look down upon others or simply ignore them in their time of need; that was something he considered to be too cruel. To Ichiro, it was important that one treated others well and with the utmost respect regardless of who they were, etc. He wanted someone sympathetic, but also someone who was quite just and also wanted to change the world for the better. In short, Ichiro looked for someone that cared for others and wanted nothing but the best for them. Also, they absolutely had to get along with his brothers and care for them to a certain extent. Jiro and Saburo meant the world to Ichiro, the two most important beings in hos life. They were his brothers, his family, and he wouldn't hesitate to put them above all else, so it was a must that his partner got along with and liked them. But other than that, as long as there was a spark, Ichiro didn't mind much about their qualities or attributes (though it surely would be nice if they shared the same interests as him).

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

Here

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

When it came to the pursuit of a deeper, more meaningful relationship, Ichiro was a very respectful person and took it rather slow. He wanted to get to know you more and firstly befriend you before going further. Ichiro most likely goes about courting by taking you out on small 'dates,' though more often than not they're just ways the two of you can talk and be open with one another about what you both want. Ichiro is honestly pretty clear about his feelings and expectations and whatnot, able to communicate them very well, and he expects you to do the same as well. Since he's serious about his intentions, hence the courting, Ichiro believes it's best to be honest with one another rather than waste time on a relationship you guys might not be too sure on. So everything's clear from that start, and from then on, he eases into the relationship, not wanting to go too fast which may startle you, but also a bit too impatient on going too slow. As such, it starts off with small gestures, such as bringing you flowers or simply hanging out as 'friends,' nothing inherently romantic. It then moves on to actual dates and progresses into more serious territory, and honestly, it does feel like a natural progression in a way.

russian caravan tea; how experienced are they with relationships?

Considering his younger years (not that he isn't still young) which consisted of having to work frequently in order to provide for and take care of his brothers, it's safe to say that Ichiro has little to no experience with romantic relationships. There may have been a few people he may have been interested in back in school, but he never did pursue them given his circumstances. As such, Ichiro didn't know much about relationships and their stages and etiquette. It was all a mystery to him. So when it came to his first romantic relationship, Ichiro was, of course, a tad nervous, unsure of how to act or how fast or slow he should go with taking into account the 'stages' of one. But honestly, Ichiro simply goes with his gut and treats it like any other relationship of his, though with a bit more added depth and affection. He's always asking if it was alright to kiss you or hold your hand, making sure that everything he does with you is fine, and he has pretty clear communication. Ichiro would always be asking for feedback as well, saying that you should tell him if there was anything you wanted him to say or do. He may be nervous at times and perhps somewhat uptight, but that's only because it was an entirely new experience for him! Overall, however, Ichiro was pretty much a natural and took it step-by-step.

Samatoki Aohitsugi

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

Here

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

It comes as no surprise that the short tempered Samatoki is quite easy to get jealous, perhaps even at the tiniest things. It's not that he didn't trust you - he most certainly did - but rather he didn't trust those around you. Maybe it's only because he worked in a dangerous field, one where you never could take anyone's words or trust them to the full extent, so Samatoki had a tendency of being wary of anyone that even dared to sneak a glance in your direction.

Jealously would be written all over his face honestly, though it'd be shown as more like anger than anything; therefore, you're always able to tell when Samatoki got jealous, especially since he pretty much tells you do. When he did feel that pit in his stomach, whether it was because he didn't like the way that one person was staring at you or because you were giving something too much attention when you were with him, Samatoki always did act on it. By that, I mean that he goes up to you and either wraps an arm around your waist or shoulders, or he roughly yet passionately kisses you. Either way, Samatoki is (loudly) proclaiming that he's yours and your his, and honestly, he wouldn't hesitate to fight anyone that was still pushing it even after the fact. He may seem a bit aggressive, but Samatoki certainly is slightly pouty afterwards even if he rejected that notion. You do more than make it up to him, however.

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

Courtship for Samatoki was a bit strange in that, rather than getting to know each other slowly, once he's certain that he genuinely is interested in you and wants to pursue a deep relationship, then he sorta just jumps right into it. After all, Samatoki can be quite stubborn, meaning that when he's serious about something, he stays serious, and he does make sure to reaffirm that throughout the entire courtship process. He's really not the type to take things extremely slow or do things the formal way, but that in and of itself had a certain charm to it. Samatoki loves to spend a lot of alone time with you, and that's mainly how the two of you grow close. He is still very intimate and, at times, touchy in a sense, but only if you were fine with that of course. Samatoki simply loves physical affection, or so I like to assume, meaning that throughout the process, he's always close by your side. Home-cooked dinner dates were also a thing from time-to-time because, as I've said, Samatoki loves it whenever it was just him and you. Besides, he's a rather decent or above average cook, or so he likes to say about himself, so Samatoki would cook you a meal perhaps. He's not that much of a romantic, so he doesn't do a lot of gestures such as bringing flowers or a candle-lit dinner. But even then, Samatoki has his own way of showing affection and getting closer to you.

russian caravan tea; how experienced are they with relationships?

Samatoki is actually pretty experienced when it came to romantic relationships, at least to an extent. He's been in a few here and there, most of them back during either his school days or in the tdd era, when he was a bit younger. He doesn't pursue a relationship much these days, but only because he currently has a lot on his plate, with his occupation, the drb, and the situation with Nemu and all. But it's not that he's not looking for one, just that he wasn't actively trying. When Samatoki does get into a relationship, his first one in a few years, it's clearly shown that he's experienced and knows exactly what to look for and do. All his kisses, while a bit rough, are very much not sloppy in the slightest. You can tell that he knows what he's doing, especially when it comes to making you happy. Having an experienced partner did have its perks. He's not too nervous when it comes to affection as well, something that, if this was a new thing for you, was sure to take you by surprise. Samatoki isn't one to take it slow after all, and he does use his experience to his advantage at times, thinking back to what was pleasurable to his past partners and trying it out on you, if that was something you wanted. Honestly, he seemed pretty well versed when it came to relationships, even if he wasn't one to follow the stages or etiquette by the book.

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bqstqnbruin · 4 years ago

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Always be my plus one - part 3

Ok, look, it's 4 am, there are going to be typos, and we're just going to have to deal with it. I also tried to find a gif that was Tyson and Cale but I couldn't find one in the gif insert thing on here so I just went with this one (it feels weird to change it up but like, oops)

I make no promises that you aren't going to be mad at me for this part so have fun !

This is shorter than the last part, coming in at around 5k words.

The only warnings I have here are implied sex.

Translations for the Italian in here: "tu sei uno stronzo" - you're an ass(hole)

stronzino - little asshole

Also want to thank @justjosty @zinka8 @hockeylvr59 @hockeywocs anons and I'm sure I'm forgetting people for helping me write this part but ily all I'm just dumb and tired

Read the previous part here!

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Valentine’s Day

The Feast Day of St. Valentine is traditionally celebrated in the Western Catholic Church on February 14, to honor the patron saint of love. Though not traditionally celebrated as a Catholic holiday, millions of people celebrate the day of love with those who mean the most to them. While pessimists of the day say it’s a ‘holiday made up by greeting card companies,’ approximately 190 million Valentine’s Day cards are sent in the United States alone, not including cards given by school children to their classmates. Couples enjoy the holiday with a romantic night out, presents, flowers, chocolates, etc., while those who don’t have someone or don’t care do whatever they want without the pressure of living up to a holiday that doesn’t mean very much in the grand scheme of things.

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February 12, 2022

“Where are you going tonight?” Matthew’s voice came through his younger sister’s phone. He had called early in the week to see if Anne could babysit Harper so he and Stephanie could do something for Valentine’s Day without having to shell out an extravagant amount of money on a sitter.

“I’m, uh,” Anne hesitates, “going out with Tyson. Sorry.” She hears Matthew let out a sigh on the other end. “Hey, stronzo, why don’t you ask Lucy? Her and Jason never do anything on Valentine’s Day.”

Matthew starts talking about how the last time he asked Lucy last minute to watch his daughter, despite their girls being best friends, she ended up going on a fifteen-minute rant. While Anne gets her heels on, staring at herself in the mirror and admiring the floor-length, red dress she had on the slit going up the side for no one but herself, Matthew continues to tell her about how his twin goes on and on about needing a schedule at all times, how she can’t just drop everything in a moment’s notice because he wants to do something with his wife.

“Hey, Matthew,” she cuts him off, trying to shrug her coat on, “Why didn’t you ask Lucy or Sebby after I said no earlier this week?”

“Because I didn’t think you actually had plans.”

“Again, tu sei uno stronzo.”

“I am not an ass!” he detests.

“Fine, you’re a stronzino, happy?” Anne hears him stammer again, not letting him get a word in, “I have to go, I’ll talk to you later, ok? Ask Ma, Dad’s off in Florida right now so she would probably love to have Harper for the night.”

He lets out another sigh, Stephanie’s voice coming through in the background despite Anne’s inability to understand what she was saying. “Fine. Have fun with Tyson. I don’t need another niece or nephew around Halloween, though, ok?”

“Don’t be gross,” she says, hanging up and finally heading out the door.

Her cousin Adriana was getting married to her soon-to-be wife, Izzy. Her family had no idea that she was the only one who still talked to them, her mother having a fight with her brother after their parents died when Anne and her siblings were younger and vowing to never talk to him again. So far, the stubbornness that seems to run through her mom’s blood going strong since it had been over a decade since she had last seen her brother. Anne was invited to Uncle Frankie’s daughter’s wedding, but no one else in her family.

Adriana and Izzy had this Valentine’s Day-themed wedding, everyone asked to wear red or pink in theme with the holiday, Anne not doubting that there would be paper hearts and cut-out cupids as the decor. The wedding gift she bought them, one of the first things she found on their registry that Anne could afford, was shipped to the apartment they already shared two weeks ago, Anne just needing to remember the card.

She was fully prepared to just sit in the corner with a bunch of people she didn’t know and watch as her cousin got married to the love of her life. Anne wasn’t sure that that side of her family would recognize her after how many years, guaranteeing her to spend her time on the sideline.

Anne slips into the back of the church, seeing no one she knew or recognized to even go up to and sit with them. Everyone was dressed in red, pink, and black. A bit too much for her own taste, but at least she looked good in red and would have worn the color anyway. ‘Note to self, no themed weddings,’ Anne thinks, not particularly fond of the lack of color or real choice that everyone had in figuring out what to wear.

A blonde boy in a red suit walks by her, too far past her to get a good look at him. There was something about him that caught her attention. Anne knew that walk, but she had no idea where she knew it from. It didn’t stop her from admiring him from afar, though, the short blonde hair and the obviously fit physique under the suit captivated her for whatever reason, leaving her practically unable to pay attention to the ceremony in front of her. Not that she cared, at this point she was just there to enjoy the free food she knew would be good at the reception later.

Anne sat at the table against the wall, her cousin not bothering to make a seating chart and just leaving it up to the guests to sit where they pleased. That meant she didn’t have to talk to anyone she didn’t want to, being virtually left alone at a wedding where she knew no one.

“Anne?” a familiar voice snaps her out of the trance she fell into watching Ana’s sister and brother-in-law, Catie and Danny dancing with their two daughters, remembering seeing their pictures on Facebook when they were born, not realizing how much they had grown.

She turns to the man in the red suit who had her attention throughout the ceremony. “Cale?” she smiles at him, not sure how the two had missed they would be at the same wedding this weekend. Since New Year's Eve, the two of them had been texting, calling, FaceTiming, they had hung out, spent the night with each other, Cale insisting he buy her dinner at least once a week. The only reason they weren’t dating each other was because neither of them had said they were. They both said they were busy this weekend, but who would have thought they would end up at the same place. “What are you doing here?”

“Izzy’s brother and I grew up playing hockey together. I grew up with her. What are you doing?” he asks her, taking the seat next to her.

“Ana’s my cousin. Her dad is my mom’s older brother.”

Cale smiles at her, Anne’s heart racing at the sight of it. “So I get to meet your family?”

Anne shakes her head. “I’m the only one here,” she tells him, explaining the family drama that went on between Frankie and Teresa.

Cale looks down at his lap, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his suit jacket. The red bowtie, red pants, red jacket even against the black shirt were so much Anne couldn’t tell if his cheeks were red because of the reflection of his clothes or for another reason. “Tyson’s met your family, hasn’t he?”

She nods, taking his hand in hers. “I told you, Tyson and I are just friends. I needed someone to come with me to a family thing, so he came with me.” Cale nods, not entirely sure that something wasn’t up with her and Tyson. Something was off, there was something he was sure Anne was leaving out, but he wasn’t sure. “Hey, I’ve seen Tyson, what, three times since New Year's? All of them when I was with you. I like you, Cale.”

Cale leans over for a kiss, his hand grazing Anne’s thigh, sending a shiver down her spine. “How about we dance like we did on New Year's?” he asks, standing from the seat, shrugging off the red jacket before he extended his hand out to her.

She rolls her eyes, getting up with him anyway. “I told you then, too, that I don’t like dancing.”

“And yet,” he says, pulling her close, his hand finding the small of her back while he presses his forehead against hers, gazing into her eyes, “you danced with me all night then, and you got up to dance with me tonight.”

Anne laughs, knowing he was right, burying her face in his shoulder, swearing she heard some camera’s clicking, probably the wedding photographer hanging around somewhere and taking pictures of the guests dancing.

“I know I have to say this about the brides when they come in,” Cale whispers in her ear, “but you are the most beautiful girl here.”

Anne could feel herself blushing, her mind flashing back to New Year’s Eve when Tyson told her she looked beautiful. He seemed so genuine saying it, Anne thinking back and not sure if he meant it or was actually pretending. But with Cale, she knew. Cale meant it. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she tells him, ghosting his lips before kissing him.

Being with Cale felt fine. Not perfect, but fine. It was right, but not correct, and Anne couldn’t figure out why.

Everyone starts clearing off the dance floor, the bridal party getting ready to come in. Cale takes Anne’s hand and leads her back to the table where he left his jacket, some other people finding their home base at the same table. Cale knew one of the men at the table, probably from their little hockey group that involved Izzy’s brother. The bridesmaids and bridesmen, as the DJ put it, started coming in, Cale leaning back with his arm slung around the back of Anne’s chair. She leaned back into him, his fingertips dancing up and down her arm as they watched everyone come in.

They watched Ana and Izzy dance their first one as wives, Anne’s stomach starting to make noise as they waited for the food to come.

Cale leans over, nervous about what he was about to whisper in her ear. “Are you hungry for food or maybe something more?”

Anne felt her entire body go numb at his words. They had been seeing each other for a month and a half already, so was what he was insinuating really that strange of an idea? “That depends.”

“On?” he asks, nibbling on her ear before kissing the skin right behind it, losing any sense of care over who at their table was potentially watching.

“On how long you think we need to wait before we can slip out without it being rude?”

Cale inhaled sharply, wishing he could say right now. “At least until they cut the cake. Unless,” he says, his hand moving up her thigh, slowly in case she decided she wanted it to stop, “Unless you wanted to try to find somewhere to sneak away to now.”

“Not for our first time,” she tells him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “And not with my family around,” she laughs.

“I’m fine with that,” he tells her, kissing her. “Your place or mine, though?”

“Well, I drove myself here.”

“And I got a ride.”

Anne smiles, crossing her legs in hopes that whatever she felt would be stifled by that simple action. “So it looks like it’s going to be mine.”

They spent the rest of the night waiting for the moment the cake was cut so they could leave as planned, Cale’s hand never leaving her leg unless he really needed both hands to do something.

Anne could feel her heart racing as she watched Ana and Izzy smash their cake in each other’s face, Anne looking over to Cale and smiling. “You wanna go?” she asks, her keys already out of her bag and in her hand.

Cale drags her out without saying a word, Anne leading him to her car. He walks over to the driver’s side, his arms wrapped around her waist with her back pressed against her car. “You’re sure about this?” he asks her, his eyes flicking between hers and her lips.

“Yeah,” she says, kissing him before he opens the door for her. She couldn’t wait to get home, sure she broke a few traffic laws as she sped back to her apartment with Cale sitting next to her in the passenger seat, his leg shaking the entire time.

They got to the elevator, Cale leaning against her against the wall with his lips pressed against hers, Anne’s hands already working to unbutton his shirt. Cale’s kisses trailed down her jaw to her collarbone, his grip tightening on her waist.

Anne pulled away to lead him down the hallway, practically running, partially due to anticipation for what they were about to do, and because Anne could feel a breeze on her back, indicating that Cale had already unzipped her dress. That, coupled with the fact that Cale’s shirt was already open, his jacket in his free hand, Anne had no desire for any of her neighbors to be given the chance to see her and however Cale was to her already getting naked before closing the door.

As soon as she unlocked her door, Cale had her turned back around, kicking the door closed as he carried her to her bedroom, Anne able to feel everything about him against her body. Cale laid her down on her bed, his lips never leaving hers as he positioned himself over her, sliding her dress off while she did the same with his shirt. Anne’s breath hitched at the sight of him, his body perfect while he stared her down, the first time she saw the typically innocent boy she had been seeing with a mischievous grin covering his face, his eyes darkening at the thought of doing what they had both been wanting to do all night.

“You’re sure about this?” he asks one more time.

Anne nods, taking his face in her hands. “Yes, Cale. I’m sure.”

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February 13, 2022

Anne woke up the next morning, the events of the night before rushing back despite finding the space he had occupied in her bed empty. Her dress was on the floor, Cale’s red bowtie somehow having ended up on her night stand. Maybe he left it there as an excuse to see her again, making a mental note to put it in the living room so she would remember it the next time she saw him.

He had slipped out at some point that morning, Anne playing the voicemail that he left her while she slipped on a t-shirt to cover herself. “Hey, Anne. Sorry, I couldn’t stay, but morning skate was calling. I,” she hears him sigh, knowing he had a stupid grin on his face for whatever it was he was about to say, “I can’t wait to have another night like last night with you.”

It was her turn to have the stupid smile on her face as Cale continues, “Um, anyway, I’ve got something going on with JT and some of the other guys tomorrow for Valentine’s Day, a, uh, charity thing? I think? So would you be free this weekend for a proper date for the holiday? You know, not as crowded, not as much pressure, ideally the same outcome, if you’ll allow it? Oh, hey Tyson,” she hears him say, figuring that he was calling her on the way into the rink despite her being unable to hear Tyson. “Yeah, I’m planning Valentine’s Day with Anne. No, not tomorrow night, this weekend. Uh, Anne, I’ve gotta go, but let me know about, say, Friday night? Alright, talk to you later. Bye.”

Valentine’s Day date with Cale? Part two, more like, but still. Anne liked the sound of that.

“So, uh,” Tyson starts, already dreading what he was about to hear from his teammate given what he had heard him say into his phone. “You and Anne?”

“Yeah,” Cale breathes out, chuckling at the thought of what happened last night. “We, um,” Cale couldn’t even get a full sentence out, acting like a child who just got the toy he had been begging his parents for on Christmas morning. He couldn’t remember the last time he was that happy. “We spent the night together last night. I left from her place this morning.”

More of their teammates were filtering into the locker room, looking at Cale’s face turn bright red while Tyson stood there with him looking like he just about wanted to die. “Ok, but did you spend the night, or spend the night?” Ryan asks.

Cale started to stammer out nonsense, not really wanting to divulge the private details of his and Anne’s night despite the guys teasing him and congratulating him for what he wasn’t saying.

“Guys, keep it civil. Anne wouldn’t want us talking about any of this,” Tyson pipes in, Cale letting out a sigh of relief as the guys disperse to get ready for morning skate.

“Thanks,” Cale tells him, going off on his own to get his gear on.

JT appears by Tyson’s side, a stupid smirk on his face. “Would Anne not want us talking about anything, or would you not want us talking about anything?”

“Well, Anne definitely wouldn’t.”

“Oh, come on, we both know Cale would never.”

“Doesn’t mean I want him to have the chance.”

“You’re treading in deep water, dude,” JT sighs.

Tyson looks at him, hating that he knew what he meant. He had barely seen Anne, despite her brother’s texts from the night before asking if Anne really couldn’t watch Harper because of the two of them going out, Tyson going along with the lie just in case. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“It seems like you don’t know what you want from Anne, either,” JT shrugs. “But Cale does, and he got it.”

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February 14, 2022

12 hour shifts were the only shifts Anne knew. And they were the shifts that Anne detested the most. She was fine the first ten hours, but the last two always seemed to suck more than anything, leaving her exhausted for the rest of the day, into the night, depending on when she got home in the first place.

All she wanted to do was order dinner from the Thai place down the street, having it delivered despite her really not needing to since it was within walking distance, plop herself on her couch and watch whatever reality TV Lucy had texted her that she thought Anne would like. Anne knew she would turn it off after a single episode and switch to Food Network, but at least she could tell her sister she tried.

Anne walks to her apartment, dragging her feet to her door when she sees someone sitting on the ground, his head down looking at his phone. “Tyson?”

He gets up, grabbing the two bags he had with him as the smell of food filled her nose. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my fake girlfriend,” he says, raising the bags while Anne opens the door to let him in.

“I’m confused,” she tells him as he sets everything down.

“Well, Matthew called me on Saturday asking if the two of us were sure we couldn’t watch his daughter, and I figured he might as well have some sort of photographic evidence as proof of us spending Valentine’s Day together,” Tyson explains. “So, I figured I’d go all out: flowers, dinner, and a present. You know, really convince them that we’re together.”

Anne stares at him for a second, not sure why her heart was racing at the thought of him going out of his way to keep up this facade with her family. “I don’t think I like that you and Matthew are so ‘buddy-buddy.’ Or that fact that he didn’t believe me the first two times I told him I was busy on Saturday night. And I thought that you guys had a charity thing tonight?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Tyson asks, handing her the container of food as she joined him on the couch, the Thai food she was planning on ordering right in front of her. “We have a groupchat. Yeah, it’s me, Sebby, Lucy, and Matthew.”

Anne scoffs, rolling her eyes at his failed attempt at a joke. “And let me guess: you gossip about me the entire time.”

“Actually,” he says, his mouth full of food, “you never come up. They think of me as the fourth sibling. The name Anne means nothing.”

Anne laughs, Tyson admiring the way her eyes closed as her smile grew. God, he wished he had gotten to her before Cale did. Why did he have to leave her alone at all on New Year’s Eve? If he were by her side the entire night like he had wanted to be, then he wouldn’t have to pretend to be her boyfriend, he could actually be getting somewhere with her.

“Hm,” Anne hums, swallowing her mouthful of food. “You said flowers and a present. When do I get those?”

“You can get them now on the condition that I can take a video to send to your siblings,” he offers, pulling out his phone and pushing the bag with the flowers and gift behind him. Anne rolls her eyes, smiling and nodding while he starts the video. He hands her the card first. “Read it.”

Anne pulls it out of the envelope, glitter getting everywhere and making her cringe, knowing that it would be impossible to get off her scrubs later on. It was covered with roses and hearts, bringing her right back to the wedding that weekend. “No one has ever made me feel like this. To the woman I love: Happy Valentine’s Day,” Anne reads, feeling a lump forming in her throat. The card was so corny, a little too corny for her taste, but coming from Tyson, she didn’t know why she loved it. She shakes her head, laughing at Tyson. “I love you, too,” she lies.

Tyson swallows hard at her words, wishing she meant them, pulling out the flowers from the bag and handing them to her. She looks down at the flowers, trying to figure out what they are before looking up at him. “Queen Anne’s Lace?”

“Queen Anne’s Lace for my Queen, Anne,” he tells her, cringing at his own words.

Anne giggles, placing them in her lap. “And my favorite flowers, anyway. Thank you, Tyson.”

“Wait, I have one more thing,” he says, hoping that the camera wasn’t shaking too much while he reached for the gift he bought her.

He hands it to her, a small red box wrapped with a gold bow. She unties it carefully, opening the box and gasping at the sight of it. A golden necklace with a white enamel heart as the charm, a golden pattern outlining the heart. “Tyson, it’s,” she starts, unable to find the words, “it’s beautiful.”

He stops the recording, figuring he had enough to hit send to his ‘girlfriend's' siblings. “Let me put it on you,” he says, Anne turning around and moving her hair out of the way. “I thought you would like it.”

Anne studies his face, the smile plastered on it despite her knowing that he didn’t mean it. “You didn’t have to do this.”

He shrugs, grabbing his food off the table and staring at it now in his lap. “It was fun. I’ve never had a girlfriend who I could buy presents like this for. I mean, I still don’t, but I have you.”

“Oh, come on. You, Tyson Jost, have never had a girlfriend? Look at you,” she says, praying that she was careful with the words she chose. “You’re gorgeous, you’re sweet, you’re funny, you get along with everyone you meet.”

Tyson hated hearing Anne go on about him, knowing that she was just saying it as a friend instead of something more. He scoffs, trying to save face from whatever pain or other emotion he was feeling. “Come on,” he says, not believing her anyway.

“I’m serious!” she insists, reaching up and starting to fidget with her new necklace. “Any girl would be lucky to have you as her boyfriend. I’m lucky to even have you as a fake boyfriend.”

Tyson nods, turning his body to face the TV instead of Anne. “So what are we watching?” he asks, changing the subject and putting his feet up on the table, Anne doing the same.

“Whatever’s on Food Network?” she suggests, holding the remote in the air pointed at the TV.

The two of them settle in, Tyson not paying attention to the show she had turned on. “Hey, what’s that?” Tyson asks, racing over to the red fabric that was on Anne’s coffee table.

“Oh,” Anne blushes, taking it from Tyson. “This is Cale’s. He, um, let it the other night,” she explains, Tyson watching her turn his teammates bowtie over in her hands.

“So you and Cale are doing pretty well?” he asks. Anne looks at him, not sure if she really wanted to tell him about it. “Come on, we’re friends. You can talk to me about anything.”

“I mean,” she says, putting down the bowtie on the table, not taking her eyes off of it. “We’re together? I think?” Tyson already hated that he even offered to listen to her talk about her and his teammate. “I like him. A lot. And I know he likes me, but,” Anne lets out a sigh, not sure where to even take her sentence.

“But, what?” Tyson asks.

“I don’t know,” she shakes her head, looking confused. “Everything is great, but it’s, I,” she stammers. “Something is off, and I can’t figure out what.”

Tyson stares at her for a second, trying to figure out what to say. “It’s probably just that it’s new,” he shrugs. “Everything seems weird when you’re still figuring it out. You and Cale will be ok,” he tells her, hating hearing those words come out of his mouth.

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February 19, 2022

Anne stared at herself in the mirror, the black turtleneck she borrowed from her sister coupled with a beige skirt and black tights on her as she got ready for her date with Cale. He was bound to show up any minute, promising each other they weren’t going to do gifts due to a general lack of time on both ends. She didn’t believe that he wasn’t going to get her a gift, however, sneaking out to the bakery down the street and buying some pastries that the two of them would like, giving them an excuse to both show up back at her apartment. And if he didn’t give her a gift, then she got the pastries all to herself.

If not, she could share them with Tyson, who had been showing up at her place or asking her to go to his place any free chance they both had.

She heard Cale knocking at her door, Anne rushing as fast as she could in her heels to answer. Cale was standing there, a black crewneck similar to her own turtleneck, paired with dark jeans, black boots, and a grey coat. Cale kisses her hello, one hand behind his back with the other resting on her hip. “Every time I see you I don’t think you could get more beautiful, and yet, you do.”

“You’re cheesy,” she jokes as he kisses her forehead, Cale laughing against her skin. “But you,” Anne says, resting her hands on his chest, “get more handsome every time I see you, too. And, you’re hiding a present behind your back, aren’t you, even though we said no presents.”

Cale laughs, closing the door behind him. “Maybe I saw this and had to get it for you,” he admits, kissing her again and holding up the bag near her head.

“Should I open it now or should I do it later when we come back here?” she flirts, holding the bag in her hand.

“Oh, we’re coming back here?” he teases her, trailing kisses down her neck.

“I might have gotten some dessert for us so we had an excuse to relive last Saturday. Plus, you left your bowtie here,” she gestures to it, still sitting on her table, “And I was thinking maybe you wear that tonight instead of keeping it off?”

Cale raises his eyebrow at her, a silly smile on his face. “And what else would I be wearing?”

Anne shrugs, pretending to act innocent. “I was thinking only the bowtie,” she tells him, feeling his grip around her tighten at the thought.

Cale kisses her again, unable to keep his hands off the girl in front of him. If he could, he would forget dinner altogether and just go straight to dessert, but he knew Anne wasn’t that kind of girl, and he wasn’t about to force her into anything she didn’t want. “Hey, I like that necklace you’re wearing,” he says, twirling the charm around in his fingers. “The heart is perfect for Valentine’s Day.”

She reaches up and takes his hand in hers. “Thanks. My sister got it for me a few years ago for my birthday,” she lies. She couldn’t tell him that Tyson had gotten it for her for Valentine’s Day.

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sophie-writings · 5 years ago

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Ok so I’m really scared you’ll say no, but if you want to write one, could you do (I saw a limit of 5? 👀) maybe Bakugou, Todoroki, Izuku, Tamaki and Kirishima (you don’t have to do all of them, just pick!) with a girlfriend who starts ignoring them and they get upset, but then he hears from the other girls that it’s because she doesn’t feel pretty enough or good enough for them anymore? Like I said, ignore this if you want! Love, your new butterfly anon 🦋

Thank you very much for your request butterfly anon!! 🥺

Feel free to request any time 💖

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, Midoriya Izuku, Tamaki Amajiki and Eijirou Kirishima

Type: Headcanons

Bakugou Katsuki

☁️Bakugou was pissed.

☁️And no, it wasn't his usual kind of pissed.

☁️The explosive boy was upset since his girlfriend has been ignoring his texts and calls since yesterday without any warning. He didn't do anything this time too, so he didn't understand why the sudden cold shoulder he was receiving.

☁️Actually, he was getting kinda worried since you weren't like this normally, he just didn't want to admit it.

☁️Once Bakugou the in his foot inside the classroom, he was livid when he saw you smiling with the rest of the girl from class.

☁️You were ignoring his texts, making him worried, for nothing at all?

☁️"Oi, why aren't you answering my texts?"

☁️You jumped a little, surprised that he would ask about it in front of everyone else.

☁️But you didn't know how to answer that.

☁️"I'm talking to you"

☁️Nothing

☁️"Why are you ignoring me?!"

☁️Before he could react, you ran past him and out of the class.

☁️Everyone was pretty much shocked about the whole situation.

☁️"You're such an asshole sometimes" Kaminari said, making Bakugou snap his neck towards him.

☁️"I'm the asshole here? She's the one who's been ignoring me this whole time!"

☁️"Well, maybe she's ignoring you for a reason?" Uraraka chimed in, nervous to be going up against Bakugou again, but ready to defend her friend.

☁️"But I didn't do anyth-"

☁️"IT'S NOT THAT! Listen, Bakugou..." she sighed. "Y/n has been feeling a little insecure about your relationship, it's not that she doesn't love you, but she feels like she's not enough for you."

☁️Bakugou was taken aback by this news.

☁️He didn't know you were feeling this way.

☁️Before anyone else could say something he ran out of the classroom, after you.

☁️He found you not very far, in a hallway, without anyone around.

☁️He moved closer to you practically cornered you against the wall.

☁️"Bakugou I-"

☁️"Shut up idiot."

☁️Bakugou pulled you into a hug, without any warning.

☁️"How could you feel like you weren't enough for me? You're my best friend, the only one I can talk about my feelings and insecurities. I choose you because you are the best, and never doubt yourself again, idiot."

☁️Your heart skipped a beat.

Todoroki Shoto

☁️Todoroki was confused.

☁️You weren't talking to him at all, and you didn't even look at him the whole day.

☁️Even when Aizawa partnered you both for a practice fight with another duo, you just did what had to do and never once looked his way

☁️It was at the end of the day. The classes were over and you two would normally walk back to the dorms together, but this time you went ahead and left him.

☁️Todoroki wasn't dumb and knew better than to jump to conclusions, so he was just going to wait until both if you were alone and have a conversation.

☁️So after arriving at the dorms, he went straight to your room, like he normally would.

☁️What he wasn't expecting was your distant reaction.

☁️"Y/n, what's going on, you acted strangely the whole say, did I do-"

☁️"You can stop Todoroki... you didn't do anything, I just... I don't think this is gonna work."

☁️"But-"

☁️"Please, leave".

☁️He couldn't believe his eyes. His love was acting just like him when he first got into UA.

☁️But Todoroki knew you didn't feel that way.

☁️He knew that you loved him, he just didn't know why you were acting like this.

☁️Then he had an idea.

☁️Todoroki found himself inside of Momo's room.

☁️"So you want to know why y/n's been acting so strangely?" Momo sighed and continued. "Well... she told me she's been feeling a little insecure lately. Especially after the meeting with Endeavour."

☁️Of course.

☁️"Thank you, Yaoyorozu".

☁️He r a n, like a madman to your room now that he knew the reason why you were acting so strange, and let himself in without even knocking.

☁️"I'm sorry, I should have realized my father's words would get to you. I love you y/n, and no one's gonna change that, especially my father."

☁️You just hugged him, happy to stop this facade and ready to show how much you loved him again.

☁️"And sorry, for barging into your room like that."

☁️Ugh you loved this man.

Midoriya Izuku

☁️Midoriya was sad.

☁️He didn't know why you were completely ignoring him today.

☁️He was feeling nervous, especially because you started to ignore him after he told you about his secret.

☁️How he was born quirkless and how All Might gave him One for All.

☁️Of course, he asked All Might if he could tell you about it.

☁️You were shocked to hear it, sure, but he didn't know you were gonna ignore him completely the next day.

☁️It was already dinner time and everyone was sitting around the table.

☁️Normally, you would sit right next to Midoriya, but today you sat next to the other girls.

☁️Even though he knew you were trying to avoid him, he still wasn't going to give up that easily.

☁️"Could you pass me the rice y/n? Please"

☁️You just picked the rice bowl and gave it to him, not even muttering a word.

☁️oUCH

☁️Okay he wasn't expecting much, but you didn't even look at him in the eye.

☁️He was visibly shocked, and everyone could notice.

☁️Especially Tsuyu, y/n's best friend, who frowned up the situation.

☁️"Hey, Midoriya, can you help me with the dishes today?" the girl asked, getting up from the table.

☁️The boy gloomily walked towards the sink, muttering to himself like he always did.

☁️He was interrupted as soon as he tried to wash his first dish though.

☁️"Midoriya, I don't know what happened between you and y/n yesterday, she didn't tell me any details, but... She told me she felt like she wasn't good enough for you anymore."

☁️Finally, everything clicked.

☁️"Please talk to her, I hate to see you both like this."

☁️Midoriya thanked Tsuyu for her help and ran to your room.

☁️He knocked before entering but didn't even wait for your response.

☁️"Tsuyu told me everything... How could you think you aren't good enough for me? Y/n I love you... More than anything else, I don't want anyone else but you! You are strong and extremely capable... not to mention beautiful...".

☁️The boy was tearing up at this point.

☁️"I was so afraid you thought I wasn't good enough for you... Because I was born without a quirk... I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for All Might".

☁️That's when you started to tear up.

☁️You hugged him tightly and he immediately hugged him back.

☁️"I'm sorry Izuku, I should've talked to you".

☁️"It's okay... we're better now and that's what matters".

Tamaki Amajiki

☁️Tamaki was completely destroyed

☁️The day was cloudy and cold, and his sun wasn't there to help him warm-up.

☁️It's been three days ever since you started acting differently towards Tamaki.

☁️He didn't know why and at this point, he was too afraid to ask.

☁️Of course, he did try to talk to you at first, but you ignored him completely. He didn't bother you anymore after that.

☁️He missed you.

☁️God he missed you so much.

☁️Your laugh, the taste of your cherry chapstick, the scent of your vanilla perfume.

☁️He missed it all. But he couldn't bring himself to bother you anymore.

☁️You grew tired of his gloomy self.

☁️There was no other explanation.

☁️If only he was stronger and more confident like the others, maybe you'd stay. But he wasn't.

☁️Tamaki was sitting outside. It was lunchtime, but he wanted to eat alone.

☁️But before he could take a bite of his fried chicken, he heard fast steps coming towards him.

☁️It was Nejire and Mirio.

☁️They looked... angry?

☁️"TAMAKI! How long has it been since the last time you spoke yo y/n?" Nejire asked, getting way too close to him.

☁️"About three days... why?"

☁️"AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO SEE IF SOMETHING WAS WRONG!?"

☁️Tamaki was afraid of Nejire now.

☁️"But-".

☁️"No "but's" Tamaki!" She sighed. " Look, y/n loves you. She loves you so ☁️much, she thinks you're too good for her."

☁️"What?" He couldn't even process that.

☁️"What Nejire's saying it's true, she told us today, after we asked why you two were avoiding each other!... She didn't want to hold you back".

☁️Tamaki didn't know what to do. Once again, his insecurities made him lose something he loved.

☁️"Go talk to her Tamaki! Go get your sun back!"

☁️Mirio didn't need to say it twice.

☁️When he realized, Tamaki was inside the empty classroom. And you were there too.

☁️"Tamaki... what are yo-"

☁️"I'm sorry y/n!" He said as confidently as ever while getting closer and holding your hand.

☁️"I... I thought you got tired of me and decided to distance myself from you after you started ignoring me, but Nejire and Mirio told me everything".

☁️He squeezed you hand tighter.

☁️"I just want you to know that I love you! You're strong and you always trust in me, even then I don't trust myself... You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I need- no, I want you in my life".

☁️He didn't need to tell you that twice.

Kirishima Eijirou

☁️Kirishima didn't know how to act.

☁️There he was, petrified.

☁️He lost count after the 30th time you ignored one of his questions.

☁️You were acting strangely today, but you never gave him a reason as to why.

☁️"How do you want me to know why she's acting like that?! We grew up in the same neighborhood, that doesn't mean I'm her friend".

☁️Even his best friend Bakugou didn't have an answer for this dilemma.

☁️"I know! Get her a gift, maybe she'll talk to you again after that!" Said Kaminari.

☁️"Are you sure?"

☁️"Bro... I'm single, I'm not sure at all."

☁️"Well, it doesn't hurt to try..."

☁️After classes were over, Kirishima went straight to a flower shop and bought you a single red rose.

☁️Simple, yet romantic.

☁️When he got to the dorms, he spotted you alone outside and saw this as the perfect opportunity to talk to you.

☁️As soon as you saw the rose on his hands, your eyes softened up.

☁️"Y/n, I'm sorry... even though I don't really know what I did wrong..."

☁️Your eyes changed again

☁️And he wasn't expecting your reaction at all.

☁️"I'm sorry Kirishima, but I can't accept this...". You whispered and ran inside.

☁️Kirishima as r e a d y to run after you, but a certain pink-haired girl grabbed his shoulder before he could.

☁️"You're really impossible Kirishima!" Said Mina.

☁️Okay, now he was confused.

☁️"You don't even know why y/n's ignoring you! How do you expect to make things write just by randomly apologizing?!"

☁️"But... Kaminari sai-".

☁️"THERE'S A REASON WHY KAMINARI IS SINGLE".

☁️He was shook.

☁️"Listen Kirishima... You still have a lot to learn about girls, but let me tell you something, y/n's insecure... She's been feeling like she isn't enough for you. You've been getting really strong and she doesn't want to slow you down with a relationship."

☁️Kirishima's mind couldn't make any sense of what Mina was saying. You, y/n? Not good enough for him?

☁️"Now that you know this, go get your girl back!"

☁️Kirishima thanked Mina profusely and ran to your room. Not even knocking on the door.

☁️You were crying.

☁️And that hurt him more than anything else.

☁️"Y/n! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for not realizing how you were feeling. But you don't need to feel that way! You're the strongest girl I know, and I'm not only talking about your quirk but your spirit as well! You make me stronger just by being by your side... Please forgive me".

☁️You sniffed your tears and nodded.

☁️He tackled you into a hug and kissed your face all over.

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butterflies-dragons · 4 years ago

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Just passed on my tl that post about Sam/satin/Sansa and that that anti reblogged your post to add that quote about willowy creatures 😭 and I have to remind myself that this is the same fandom who reads jon saying that only a monster would give a child to the flames something like that, followed by a daniela chapter where her dragon BURNS A CHILD and says “if they are monsters so am I” and still manages to believe jon will love this girl. But a willowy creature? Never.

Hello Anon,

This post? The ‘willowy creature’ quote was added to the original post (@istumpysk), they missed my addition I think...

They always use that quote to claim “Jon loves warrior women and ‘consequently’ he hates ladies.” That’s their "clever logic"... LOL

I wrote about the ‘willowy creature’ issue in this post:

Val

Repeat after me: Val is not a warrior woman. Again: Val is not a warrior woman. One more time: Val is not a warrior woman. If you don’t believe me, then read this:

However, in my own defense, I should note that Dalla was not a “warrior woman” per se. She was from a warrior culture, yes; one that gave women the right, but not the obligation, to be fighters. Ygritte was a warrior woman, as was (most conspicuously) the fearsome Harma Dogshead. Dalla and Val were not.

[Source]

But you may say, ¿What about the “the warrior princess and the willowy creature that only brushes her hair” quote?

Well, as GRRM has stated many times, all his POVS are “Unreliable Narrators”. Being from a “warrior culture” doesn’t make you automatically a “warrior woman”. But here is Jon Snow “deciding” that Val was a “warrior princess”. Once again, the contrast, the dichotomy in one single person: ¿A warrior like Arya, a princess like Sansa? Not that Arya has ever fought in a war, but you get my point. And Sansa was created following the princess archetype.

I will show you one of my favorite Jon’s passages that will serve us to read “the warrior princess and the willowy creature that only brushes her hair” line with a better and more revealing light:

I call this passage the “Jon -It’s nothing special- Snow”. Or as we say in Spanish when we can’t get what we really want: “Al cabo que ni quería”, that can be translated as “I didn’t even want it anyway”. Let’s see:

"Oh, I learn things everywhere I go.” The little man gestured up at the Wall with a gnarled black walking stick. “As I was saying … why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what’s on the other side?” He cocked his head and looked at Jon with his curious mismatched eyes. “You do want to know what’s on the other side, don’t you?”

“It’s nothing special,” Jon said. He wanted to ride with Benjen Stark on his rangings, deep into the mysteries of the haunted forest, wanted to fight Mance Rayder’s wildlings and ward the realm against the Others, but it was better not to speak of the things you wanted. “The rangers say it’s just woods and mountains and frozen lakes, with lots of snow and ice.”

—A Game of Thrones - Jon III

I mean… COME ON! This is one of the most telling passages to know, to really know Jon’s true nature, and it’s very, very similar to the quote about “the warrior princess and the willowy creature that only brushes her hair”:

They are all convinced she is a princess. Val looked the part and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her.

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon XI

“Some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her.” Nah, it’s nothing special, I didn’t even want it anyway, not for me, no.

Do I have to say more???

Actually, yes, I have.

Jon Snow does really want a lady. Jon Snow does really want to be a knight and rescue a maiden. Jon Snow does really want a lady to love and be loved back by her. Here some evidence:

Jon Snow wished that his mother were a highborn lady: “Not my mother, Jon thought stubbornly. He knew nothing of his mother; Eddard Stark would not talk of her. Yet he dreamed of her at times, so often that he could almost see her face. In his dreams, she was beautiful, and highborn, and her eyes were kind.”

Jon Snow wanted to be a hero like the Prince Aemon Dragonknight. The same Prince Aemon that jousted in a tourney, won it, and crowned his sister and lady love “Queen of Love and Beauty”, something that is straight out from the courtly love book: “The Dragonknight once won a tourney as the Knight of Tears, so he could name his sister the queen of love and beauty in place of the king’s mistress”.

Jon Snow tried to comfort Gilly with courtesy: “Gilly, he called me. For the gillyflower.” “That’s pretty.” He remembered Sansa telling him once that he should say that whenever a lady told him her name. He could not help the girl, but perhaps the courtesy would please her”.

Jon Snow put Ghost between Ygritte and him and remembers that knights put their swords between their ladies and themselves, something that is straight out from the courtly love book: “After that he had taken to using Ghost to keep her away. Old Nan used to tell stories about knights and their ladies who would sleep in a single bed with a blade between them for honor’s sake, but he thought this must be the first time where a direwolf took the place of the sword”.

Jon Snow imagined romancing Ygritte as if she were a lady: “If I could show her Winterfell … give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us”.

Jon Snow wished for a domestic life in Winterfell, with his wife and children: I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. […] I could name him Robb. Val would want to keep her sister’s son, but we could foster him at Winterfell, and Gilly’s boy as well. […] Mance’s son and Craster’s would grow up brothers, as I once did with Robb. He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily”.

Jon is a romantic that called his mare “sweet lady”.

Jon Snow closer friends in the Night’s Watch are Samwell Tarly and satin, they are literally male!Sansas.

Jon remembers fondly Sansa’s more feminine and ladylike traits: her romantic nature, her courtesies, her singing.

It’s also worth to mention that, despite Val’s beauty and physical attractiveness, Jon Snow, once again, appreciates her being maternal and singing to Gilly’s son, but was turned off by Val saying she would kill Princess Shireen:

“I have heard you singing to him.”

“I was singing to myself. Am I to blame if he listens?” A faint smile brushed her lips. “It makes him laugh. Oh, very well. He is a sweet little monster.”

“Monster?”

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon VIII

Once outside and well away from the queen’s men, Val gave vent to her wroth. “You lied about her beard. That one has more hair on her chin than I have between my legs. And the daughter … her face …”

“Greyscale.”

“The grey death is what we call it.”

“It is not always mortal in children.”

“North of the Wall it is. Hemlock is a sure cure, but a pillow or a blade will work as well. If I had given birth to that poor child, I would have given her the gift of mercy long ago.”

This was a Val that Jon had never seen before. “Princess Shireen is the queen’s only child.”

“I pity both of them. The child is not clean.”

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon XI

Wait a minute! Val was “singing to herself” like Jon’s memory of Sansa “singing to herself” while brushing out Lady’s coat???

Where did Jon get this idea of “some willowy creature that only brushes her hair” from??? It could be from his half sister Sansa, a literal princess, now trapped in a tower, that always brushed her hair and even brushed out her direwolf’s fur???

“She had brushed out her long auburn hair until it shone” —Sansa

“Her thick auburn hair had been brushed until it shone.” —Eddard

I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. —Catelyn

He thought […] Of Sansa, brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself. —Jon

And I also suspect that when Jon said this about Val:

Then Ghost emerged from between two trees, with Val beside him.

They look as though they belong together. Val was clad all in white; white woolen breeches tucked into high boots of bleached white leather, white bearskin cloak pinned at the shoulder with a carved weirwood face, white tunic with bone fastenings. Her breath was white as well … but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon XI

He was remembering another pretty girl, princess like, next to a direwolf, looking as though they belong together.

A young beautiful girl, that everyone considers a princess, next to a direwolf???

Val is a beautiful young woman, Sansa is a beautiful young maiden.

Val has long blonde hair the color of dark honey which she wears in a braid. Val actually take care of her hair, enough to braid it, like Sansa that always brushes it. And if you google “dark honey” hair color you will find a variety of reddish brown (auburn) and reddish blonde hair colors.

Val has high sharp cheekbones, like Sansa.

Val’s eyes are pale grey or blue. Again the grey/blue eyes pattern…

Val is slender with a full bosom, like Sansa.

So?

Then Ghost emerged from between two trees, with Val beside him. […] It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.

Of Sansa, brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself.

Think about it!

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Thanks for your message ♡

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neokonewman · 3 years ago

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Saw your post on Frederick in tangled. I was curious about your thoughts on quirin. He tried to warn Frederick about why he shouldn't have removed the golden flower and knew about those rocks. I get the feeling that while he also didn't have a plan? He did have faith in how the problem would sort itself out and in his new home. He did survive the fall of the dark kingdom afterall. Also Edmund is probably the better of the two kings. What do you think?

Yes finally. Finally an excuse to go off on more Tangled dads on Tumblr other than just Frederic.

I say this of course, but Quirin isn’t nearly as bad as Frederic, but I honestly think that’s mostly because he wasn’t given enough screen time or attention. Like his actions are more reasonable to an extent because he is only in charge of a town rather than a whole dang kingdom but I question what kind of ship he runs if none of the other members of Old Corona ever brought up the state of their homes to the captial (or maybe they did and Frederic shipped them off to keep their silence, who knows). In any case, yeah. Quirin having less power and a much more accident prone kid, as well as him being a direct victim of the dark rocks power in the past makes him a much more sympathetic character than Frederic.

Granted, I STILL have some major issues with him. He like most other dads in the show (with Captain and maybe the Baron being exceptions) he doesn’t show his kid, Varian, respect. I can understand it to an extent, again because Varian is extremely reckless at the beginning, but what really rubbed me the wrong way is how he would ordered Varian to trust him, yet he doesn’t even offer anything in return for that trust. Varian gave him a valid arguement against trusting him because he literally just saw him lie in court, but he just gets shut down without even explaining anything.

Another issue I have with Quirin is that despite his overprotective nature, he is still implied to be neglectful, sometimes to dengerous degrees. Like, I totally get him not always being there because he is the leader of Old Corona. I can accept that, but again my acceptance can only be stretched so far. At one point Old Corona is in the process of being completely overrun by the black rocks and he just…. lets Varian isolate himself in his lab? Does Quirin even know that a decent amount of black rocks sprouted there? He keeps telling Varian to stay away from the rocks, but other than ordering him around and scolding him after catching him in the act, he doesn’t do much to keep Varian away from them. Heck, he heard a loud bang sound coming from his son’s lab, the same son who nearly blew up the whole village not too long ago, and a book + a sheet is enough to delay the confrontation?

Don’t get me wrong though, it’s clear he genuinely cares about his son’s actual wellbeing (as opposed to Frederic who is just interested in keeping a fake state of safety until the bitter end) since he at least is constantly shown to worry over Varian, a bit too subtly for my taste, but I’m willing to chalk it up to him just being a really reserved character in the first place. Quirin is also a WAY better leader of his people than Frederic because unlike Frederic, Quirin legit had plans to at least evacuate his people.

Then again, I think his methods of handling the rocks in Old Corona isn’t him having faith in the problem being solved; quite the opposite in fact. Quirin’s a refugee from the Dark Kingdom who was forced to flee from the rocks before. He is simply doing it again. While he is better at handling things than Frederic, it is still a very temporary solution to a serious problem. Quirin gave up on the Dark Kingdom and left, so he is doing the same with Old Corona due to his experience. This is arguably the major conflict between him and Varian because Quirin lacks the will to fight for his home because he already lived through losing it to this same threat, meanwhile Varian has the will to save his home, but lacks the perspective because Quirin refuses to share.

Of course, much like with Frederic, I want to like Quirin a lot more than I do. All of what I stated before wouldn’t normally be actual criticisms I had to his character because having flaws is what makes a character more interesting in my problem. However, they are legit criticisms because his character stops before any of those issues are addressed in any sort of way. He gets himself fossilized by protecting Varian, then he is just reduced to a smiling background character who occasionally gets a “I’m proud of you, son” for the writers to reassure us that he is in fact alive inside for the most part. Heck, I would make the argument that in the last season Quirin is made out to be an even more neglectful father because he doesn’t even visibly show any concern for Varian anymore. His son legit got kidnapped by some crazy girl who stole the thing that destroyed his old home and nearly destroyed his new one and the only scene we get of him afterwards before the finale is him just pruning pumpkins. Not showing any care to your child at all isn’t the answer to overprotectiveness!

We never get his feelings over his home getting overtaken by black rocks once again. We never see Quirin make any real attempt to bridge the emotional gap between himself and Varian. We never even see him her a line between himself, his former fellow brotherhoods member, and his king. Much like how Frederic was reduced to the stupid dad trope in S3, Quirin is reduced to a shallow supportive becakground dad despite the show trying to build him up to be something more in both the end of Before Ever After and in the Dark Kingdom storyline. To me, Quirin so just the personification of TTS’ bad habit of promising interesting concepts and never delivering them.

As for Edmund, I’ll try to make this quick because gosh Quirin took long. King wise, I have little to no issue with Edmund’s character. He wanted to protect his kingdom even if it meant sacrificing his place in his son’s life. Unlike Frederic, he seems to actually at least try to keep the damage from spreading out, even if it’s most definitely impossible on his own for the most part, but I can appreciate the effort. So yeah, a MUCH better king than Frederic, but the best king of them all is Trevor. Of course, I have a LOT more issues with Edmund as a FATHER rather than a king, but I think I’ll cut myself off there since you just asked about my thoughts on him as a ruler and also because this answer has become an essay and half.

Hope my excessively long answer satisfied your question, anon!

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chanelsebbie · 4 years ago

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Okay, hear me out: Arvin Russel and Peter Parker fighting over you, but then do a choose your own ending and have one part where you choose Arvin and another where you chose Peter. I dunno, off the top idea ig.

One Or The Other w/Arvin Russel and Peter Parker

｡Warnings: Sexual references, language, angst, fluff

｡Masterlist

｡A/n: AHHHHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA, MARRY ME ANON. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and please feel free to send in more ideas.

You loved your boys more than anything

They were your best friends, but often when you hung out with one, it was usually without the other.

Mainly because they hated each other. But they also respected your friendship with the opposite counterpart.

With Arvin, you felt protected, and he would make fun of you sometimes, but it was all in good fun. You two enjoyed more outdoorsy-type activities, (hiking, camping under the stars, car rides in the foothills, etc.), and Arvin was always very, very protective of you, almost like a brother, but it killed him how much he wanted to be more.

But with Peter on the other hand, you two tended to stay more indoors.

You knew Peter’s superhero alter ego, and you always brought yourself to worry about him, but it never changed the way you saw him, since you knew him before the bite.

You two will usually stay inside at his place, watching movies or playing video games. From time to time, he’ll even take you out to eat a couple times.

Just as you had different times that you spent with the boys, you also found that they each had a moment that really stuck out for you, emotionally and physically.

For Arvin, it was when you both were laying down in the bed of his truck, staring up at the night sky decorated with bright shining stars and a full moon.

But Arvin wasn’t looking at the stars. He watched you in awe, a cigarette hanging from his lips, your eyes blinking up at the stars like it was the last thing you would see. Subconsciously, as if his hand wasn’t his own, he reached down and grabbed your hand, making you turn your head towards him, a smile spreading on your face

“What are you lookin’ at?” you would laugh, and he would simply answer “The most beautiful girl in the world,” before taking another puff of his cigarette.

With Peter, it was quite similar. Instead of stars, it was a movie. One of your favorites, and yet you were watching it like it was your first time all over again; a blissful moment for the both of you.

But this time, when you looked over, he looked away quickly, but not without a light dust of pink covering his cheeks.

A few seconds later, he pulled himself closer to you on the couch, and you instinctively sunk into his touch, leaning your body against his as you smiled in content, hearing Peter’s heart beat out of his chest.

You were thinking of those moments now, staring at the two of them. You felt as if you were put in a stupid romance movie, a cruel joke to whatever was up there watching.

They were both at your apartment door. Arvin held in his hand a single white rose, while Peter carried a small bundle to daisies. They were both planning on telling you how they truly felt. But it just had to be at the same time.

Being the hard-headed boys they were, they automatically went into arguing, going at each other and trying to make a case on how they were a much better match than the other.

You knew there was no way out of this. You knew you would have to choose.

M A K E Y O U R C H O I C E

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ You Choose Peter ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Peter had planned this inside and out. He made sure of it, hell, he even already had a paid pizza coming for the both of you.

Arvin keeps his disappointment hidden and gives a solemn nod of his head before making his leave, knowing that he couldn’t stay mad at you forever.

Peter swore he had never smiled so big when he handed you your flowers. He then automatically pulls you in for a kiss, making it playful, honest, and loving as you wrapped your arms around his neck and held each other close.

You spent the rest of the night eating pizza and watching your favorite movies, and you couldn’t wait for what the future held.

What Does This Say About You?

You’re a very loving and soft person. You enjoy the comfortable things in life, and most likely have an inclination to reading or writing, and if not that, then art. You love with your whole heart, and want someone you can feel totally and completely vulnerable with. You love caring for others, especially your loved ones. You’re a homebody who loves staying inside and spending your time doing quieter, more mundane activities, but you’re never hesitant to get out of the house if you wanted to. You prefer to surround yourself you feel the most comfortable, and touch might be your main love language, (Peter gives the best hugs),

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ You Choose Arvin˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Peter steps back and gives you a sad look of acknowledgement and understanding before making his way back down the hallway.

Arvin takes you hand in his, the flower in his other, before looking at you with sincerity, before leaning in and kissing you with everything he has in you.

He is exstatic that you chose him, not only because he loved you but also what you gave up to have him. He knew your relationship with Peter would be effected, but despite all of that, you chose him.

His kiss was soft, passionate, and tasted like cigarettes and Redbull, but nonetheless, it felt so euphoric to finally be in each other’s arms, touching the other like you had been wanting too since as long as you could remember.

What does this say about you?

You’re a strong and driven person, who knows what they want and just how to get it. You’re willing to die for the ones you love and are highly ambitious. You leave good vibes where ever you’ve been, which was what drove Arvin crazy for you in the first place. You are driven, but you need a strong and loyal rock to keep your feet on the ground. Arvin is a perfect match!! You love outdoor activities and getting out into the world. When you’re ready to go, you’re ready to go, and love a good adventure. Roadtrips and traveling the world might be at the top of your bucket list. You find yourself driven to the more traditional side of things, but you add your own twist, making it the perfect foundation for both yours and Arvin’s relationship.

Hope you enjoyed!

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