#and to want to snuggle him and see flashing lightning symbols about holding his hand

[septemberbells]

episode 2 continued (ran out of tags in last post)

[holylulusworld]

True love

9000 followers celebration - sequels

Pairing: Thor x fem!Reader, former Steve Rogers x fem!Reader, former Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark

Warnings: angst, self-doubts, comforting, fluff, Thor being a sweetheart, we talk a lot about roses, falling in love, angry Thor, soft Thor, cuddling & snuggling, implied smut

A/N: Sequel to: Wasted love

A/N: divider by @writeyourmindaway​​

Two weeks after you broke up with Steve and Bucky…

“You should eat something, Lady Y/N,” Thor knocks at your door once again. “My dove open the door, please. I know Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes hurt you deeply, but I’m worried about you.”

“Thor,” sighing you open the door, poking your head out, “I’m fine, promised. I just need more time to forget I wasted so much time on Steve and Bucky. I believed they love me, Thor. How could they do this to me?”

“I don’t know, my love but, if you are willing to let me in, I’d like to tell you about Asgard, my home,” Thor looks at you, offering you a single white rose. “Wanda told me the meaning of white roses, my dove.”

“Thor, you shouldn’t waste your time on me,” not giving in Thor enters your room when you open the door wider. “I’m not worth it.”

“Lady Y/N, never say things like that again,” he offers you the rose once more and you take it, sniffling silently. 

“What did she tell you about the meaning of a white rose, Thor?” you watch Thor sit on your sofa, huffing as the furniture creaks under his weight.

“Lady Wanda said that a white rose represents purity, innocence, and youthfulness,” you giggle at Thor’s serious expression. He holds out his hand to bring you into his arms. You squeak, giggling again as he wraps his strong arms around you to cradle you in his arms. “She also said that white roses are often associated with first love and eternal loyalty,” you look up at Thor, giving him a soft smile as he wipes your tears off your cheeks with his thumb.

“Eternal loyalty?” humming the Asgardian looks at you in his arms, a soft smile playing on his lips. “White roses can also symbolize a new beginning and everlasting love, Y/N. I want to give you all of it.”

“Thor, I just broke up with two guys,” you sigh deeply, head resting against Thor’s shoulder. “I don’t think you want what’s left of me. I’m a fool for love and got played well. Luckily I didn’t get pregnant,” Thor growls low in his throat, already imagining you round with his child.

“You’re not a fool for loving someone, my dove,” humming you close your eyes as Thor starts to talk about Asgard, his friends, Mjolnir, and how much your smile helped his broken heart to heal. “You deserve all the love in the world, Y/N. I will give it to you.”

Only moments later you sleep peacefully in Thor’s arms for the first time since you broke things off with Steve and Bucky. 

Two months later…

“No, Y/N,” Thor booms through the gym. “You will not back down only as they are here too,” the Asgardian slings one arm around your shoulders to lead you toward the treadmill. “You promised to help me train, my dove. We will ignore the men breaking your heart and have fun.”

“Fun?” you huff, looking around the gym. “Thor, training is no fun for me! I’m not a god or something. Everything aches after training, okay. Sometimes I even get a headache.”

“My love, I will rub your back and take care of you,” the smile Thor flashes you let Bucky and Steve fade into the background. “I will help you.”

“I’ll take your offer with pleasure,” you laugh as Thor scoops you up easily to carry you toward the treadmill. “Hey, what are you doing?” Instead of placing you onto your feet, Thor starts to run on the treadmill, you still in his arms.

“Training, my love,” Thor smirks, giving Bucky and Steve an angry look as they dared to look at you in his arms. “This way I’ll get stronger to protect you and you, my dove, won’t feel exhausted.”

“I like that kind of training,” you giggle, hiding your face in Thor’s chest. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Y/N…”

Four months later…

“Oh. My. God,” you look at the huge bouquet of roses in Thor’s arms as he walks into the common room. “How many roses did you buy?” giggling you watch Thor’s eyes light up when you rush toward him to sniff at the roses.

“It’s your birthday, my little one,” Thor smiles widely. “Wanda said red roses symbolize love and romance. I want to show you someone is loving you. I will wait for you, my dove,” pressing one hand to your heart you miss Steve’s pained expression as you start to sob uncontrollably. 

“Oh, Thor,” you gasp when Thor hands you the roses. He brought two hundred and twenty-five and your legs give in. “Heavy.”

“Let me help you, Y/N,” Thor smirks at Bucky who gives him a bitch face as he doesn’t like Thor picks you up in bridal style to help you carry the roses toward your room. 

“We will need so many vases, Thor,” not taking your eyes off the roses you smile as Thor doesn’t even know how much his gesture means to you. “Thank you, Thor.”

“Anytime, my love…”

Six months later…

“That’s beautiful,” you knew about Thor’s powers, even saw him fight using thunder and lightning but when he illuminates the sky only for you your heart begins to flutter.

You don’t see Steve and Bucky sulk in a corner, watching you step closer to Thor to stand on tiptoes. The tall Asgardian watches you with an amused smile when you cup his face to press your lips clumsily to his chin.

“You’re too tall,” whining you look up at Thor. He doesn’t hesitate. His hands grasp for your waist to lift you easily. “Better,” your arms wrap around his neck before you press your lips softly against Thor’s. “That was the greatest thunder and lightning I ever saw.”

“You liked it, Y/N?” mumbling the words against your lips Thor wraps his arms around you. “I’ll always give you the most beautiful thunder and lighting if you want me to.”

“I want you to,” you breathe against his lips. “Just give me a bit more time. I feel safe and loved around you, but I’m still scared of loving someone again.”

“I will give you time, my love. Just asked me to be there and I will, anytime – my dove…”

Eight months later…

“You look beautiful tonight, my love,” Thor compliments, holding out his arm to lead you into the ballroom. Natasha and Wanda helped you decide on a ballgown. It’s a simple blue robe with a slit, revealing your left leg. “No other woman can compare to you,” you smile up at Thor like he’s the sun and Steve feels like someone punched him in the guts.

“I hate it,” Steve grumbles, grasping for yet another drink which won’t ease the feeling in his stomach. “She should’ve been ours.”

“She was yours, Capsicle,” Tony flashes your former lovers a smile. Hell, you let the girl go. I don’t want to know why you messed up, but you did. Let Y/N be happy. If you try to intervene or if I see you only staring into her direction to make her feel unease, I’ll look for a way to get my hands-on a cryostasis chamber.”

“Y/N shouldn’t be with him,” Bucky grunts. “We messed up, okay. No reason for her to fall in love with that alien punk,” Wanda snickers at Bucky’s words, still, she slaps the back of his head.

“If Tony doesn’t punish you for disturbing Y/N’s date, I’ll do so. She deserves happiness. None of you was ready to give her love and devotion. You are selfish little men who used her for their pleasure,” Wanda pokes her finger into Bucky’s chest, giving him a bitch face. “Thor is the one she needs to heal the wounds you caused. Now shush and let her have a dance with the man loving her unconditionally.”

Almost 12 months later…

“My dove, oh-All-father, help me not to fall more for my queen,” Thor groans, falling onto the mattress with a loud thud. His chest heaves up and down as you crawl up his body, flashing him a grin. “You defeated me, my love.”

“I like little one more,” you whine, hiding your face in Thor’s neck. “I never thought that I can defeat a god,” Thor grins, ogling your naked form on top of his sweat-slicked body. “But I did.”

“You did, my dove,” his large hand runs up and down your back, tickling you with featherlight touches. “What you did with your mouth and hands, and your secret garden was divine.”

“Did you just call my pussy a secret garden?” giggling you cup Thor’s face to press soft kisses to his chin. “I like it, my king.”

“My mother used to call it like that or it’s similar to the words she used in our tongue. It described the secrets a woman is hiding from other men. That she will only find true satisfaction and fulfillment with the rightful man by her side and inside of her.”

“That’s beautiful and kinda dirty at the same time. I like it, Thor,” you rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes to inhale his scent. “Thank you for giving me back my trust in love, Thor. I know that I can trust you with my heart.”

“You can, my little one,” Thor purrs, hands shamelessly moving to your ass to grope it. “Now that I tasted your nectar, I’m a helpless slave to you, my dove,” humming you slide your fingers over his chest, drawing patterns with your fingertips. “I never want to taste anyone else’s.”

“I don’t want anyone else to taste my,” you giggle again, looking up at Thor, “nectar either, my king.”

Now…

“A ring? He got her a ring?” Steve chokes on the water he tried to drink. “When did that happen? Why? And how?”

“Last week. He wants to propose as they love each other,” Wanda shrugs, hiding her smirk poorly. “That’s all I know.”

“I heard them last night,” Bucky sighs. “He said something about her secret garden or crap again. I still don’t know what this means.”

“You don’t want to know,” Steve grits out. “I guess, we must congratulate them sooner or later Buck. This is our doing. If only we saw her sooner.”

“You snooze you lose,” Wanda giggles, walking out of the common room.

“Or we could just snatch her out of his hands, Stevie,” Bucky grins, forming a plan. “I got an idea…”

“It’s beautiful, Thor. Stop saying the ring is not perfect,” you close your eyes when Thor wraps his arms around your waist. “I don’t want a better ring. This one shows your love and devotion to me, my king. I really like it.”

“My dove,” Thor looks at the ring he got from a gumball machine, “I wanted it to be perfect. The ring I got was perfect. Then those monsters stole it and I had no other choice but to give you this one,” he points toward the pink ring on your finger. “I will get you a better one.”

“No, I like it,” you whine. “Let me have this one. I don’t care if it’s made of plastic or gold. You are the man I love, and I will marry you. A diamond ring or not,” you glare at Bucky and Steve who awkwardly watch you and Thor. “Don’t think we do not know it was you.”

“My dove let me bring you to our room,” Thor booms before a bolt of lightning strikes right next to Steve and Bucky. “Our bond is unbroken. Leave us be.”

“We lost,” Bucky hangs his head in shame. “How could I steal the ring? I’m no better than a criminal,” Steve nods, watching you and Thor walk toward your room. 

“Let’s give it back, apologize, and wish them well. Y/N, she looks happy, Buck. Happier than with us,” admitting his defeat Steve looks at his friend. “We need to admit, Thor is Y/N’s true love, not us.”

“I hate it – but you’re right, Stevie…”

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“I like it! I don’t want the other ring, Thor,” you purse your lips when Thor offers you the diamond ring Bucky and Steve gave back. “Let me keep this one till our wedding day. I like it.”

“I will do anything for you, anytime, my love…”

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[fantasy-pens]

United By Love, Rain And Forgotten Umbrellas

Her eyes as blue as the merciful drops from the heaven. His eyes as green as the happy grass enjoying the heavenly showers. A tale of how forgotten umbrellas in the rain bring together the four lovable sides of the Love Square.

Chapter 3: A Lost Love Rekindled, A New Love Discovered

Summary:  Post Miracle Queen, confusion and heart break prevails for our love square dorks. Will the rain play its role in retying the threads of the square that's breaking apart?

(Kudos to the anonymous artist of this beautiful art I found on the net! If anyone knows who the artist is, please feel free to inform! <3)

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Heavy downpour sure is a blessing for many. It rejuvenates life, removes the thirst of parched lands, becomes the symbol of eternal love…

 Lightning flashed in the dark sky, only to bring into view the silhouette of a girl swinging over the city of love, sprinting on slippery rooftops and jumping over alleys. A yo-yo zipped out of her hands, wrapping around a distant lamp-post in the local park. Giving the string a tug, the girl sailed in the sky like a ladybug until…

 … She felt the string slip, her hold slackening as gravity pulled her down. Not getting time to brace herself for the impact, the girl fell on her side, sliding in the mud for a short distance before coming to a stop.

 Pain shot up her body as she gasped for air. No scream escaped her lips, though. How could it? Her throat was already raw due to all the screaming she did earlier.

 The girl rolled lightly on the ground, cradling her left shoulder, her teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut in pain. Maybe she should have used the teleportation powers of Kaalki to get out of the city, then she surely wouldn’t have got stuck in this rain. But she still couldn’t risk taking the Miraculouses out. Hawk Moth knew she was the new Guardian of the Miraculouses. Plus, who knows what information that conniving man had acquired from Master Fu when he had held the old man captive? No, Ladybug surely could not take the risk, at least not until she came to terms with the new reality.

 Responsibility had not been ceremoniously bestowed upon her. No. Circumstances just threw the entire burden of the magical jewels and the city on the teenage girl’s shoulders without warning. There was a limit to how much she could handle, after all. The emotional collapse she had had in front of Luka… that was just the tip of the iceberg. With Lila hell-bent on ruining her ties with everyone, the responsibilities of Paris and the Miraculouses on her shoulders, her entirely messed-up and disastrous love-life and her own stupidity being the cause of the loss of the Great Guardian… Marinette had been a walking farm for akumas. Tikki had suggested she go to the countryside, far from the range of akumas, to let her emotions out. And that’s what she did. 

 Letting out the rage, the frustration, the despair, the agony, the hurt had helped a bit. But as she now lay on the ground, her body figuratively screaming at her for the exertion it faced, somehow, Ladybug couldn’t stop the deprecating feeling of being clumsy and useless from washing over her. Her eyes again brimmed up with tears she thought she had run out of.

“Is that Ladybug?”

The voice snapped the heroine back to attention. No. Ladybug was Paris’ beacon of hope. She wouldn’t let them see her down.

 Shakily getting up, the heroine barely suppressed the wince that escaped her as her strained muscles begged for her to stop. Looking over to the civilians who had been rushing to help her up, the girl gave them a short smile and wave, and yo-yoed away.

 Another benefit of the heavy downpour? The world never gets to know that you’ve been crying.

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Exhaustion crept over her, and one thing was clear. She wouldn’t be able to make it home like this.

Glancing around wearily, the heroine searched for a quiet place where she could give her limbs some rest. It won’t do her or Paris any good if she got ill. Especially when she was the Guardian of the city now.

A familiar mansion caught her eye. Specifically, a window that always remained open. 

 Her heart clenched, remembering the heartbreak she had felt the day everything went wrong. No. She wouldn’t take his help. Maintaining the distance between them was the best way to reduce her ache.

But her body wasn’t hearing any of it, for she felt herself sway as she took another step.

 Looking at the mansion again, the girl debated her choices. Did she have the strength, the will to look at him, be near him, and remind her heart that no matter how much she desired, he would  never  be hers? She had seen  them  that day, the model with the fencer, staring into each other’s eyes like they were the only ones who existed. How  she  had leaned into him, and he didn’t back off. How they… how they  clearly  had feelings for each other. 

As darkness started to creep into her vision, she made her choice.

 Desperate times call for desperate measures. He was the only one right now whom she could trust. She could deal with her heartbreak later.

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Romancing Camembert without spectators was... Well, not fun .

 Plagg was busy spouting poetry at the best dairy product in the world (try changing his mind) when he noticed that the background ‘appreciation’ was missing. 

Gazing at his chosen, the kwami noticed something was off. Like, way off.

“Adrien?”

No answer. 

Well, this was new. Might as well take some risks.

 The little being gingerly took the cheese to the boy’s nose.

One. Two. Three.

“PLAGG! What the actual--?” the blond finally screamed, coming out of his stupor.

“Kid, you were lost. Like actually lost, unresponsive! You had me freaking worried! Now spill, what is the matter with you?"

 The blond merely sighed, running his hand through his hair as he stared at the photo on his phone. 

Selfies of him, Marinette and Kagami.

Focusing on the Ladyblog window on his computer screen, Adrien let out a sigh again.

 “Plagg, I am. So. Confused.”

“Confused why, kid?” the kwami worriedly asked.

“It is just that, my thoughts… they are all haywire. I… I don’t know what I want, what love is like. Everything is so, so… confusing. So many questions, so few answers,” sighing, the boy closed his eyes.

“Spill it, kid,” the little being offered. “I might not be a love expert, but maybe I could help? It is about Ladybug, right?”

 “Yeah. Kinda,” the blond muttered. “I mean, I said I would love the girl beneath the mask, and I really do! But... Does she love me back? I mean, she sure sees me as her partner and of course cares about me as her best friend, and I-I do cherish that friendship, but… but I still hope for more, Plagg. Her constant rejections, frustrations at my flirting, and her admission of having a crush… They make me wonder, am I doing the right thing? Chasing after her like that?

“Like, that time when we fought Frozer, I did feel I was a tad bit too pushy. I don’t want to push her away, Plagg. But I need some certainty now… I don’t know what to do. Should I chase after her? Or should I give up? But then again, Plagg, if I am even thinking of giving up, doesn’t that mean that my love isn’t true? Ughh,” the blond buried his face in his hands.

 “Kid, some other day, I would have happily advised you to leave the females and get together with my gooey delight. And I sure am not as good with all the mushy lovey-dovey stuff as SugarCube, but for one point, kid, I think chasing after the mask is only going to end up with you getting hurt.”

The kwami sat atop his chosen’s head, patting his blond hair, “You don't know who exactly she is under the mask. Chances might be slim, but maybe she is some snobby co-model you hate? Or she hates your model self? Who knows, she might be crushing on someone who hates your guts? Or maybe some sister-like best friend of yours? Or your classmate?”

“There are so many possibilities, kid, that going after the uncertain while leaving the certain is nothing short of tomfoolery. You have that Kagami girl, Pigtails, and many more! My point, kid, is just that chasing after a mask is only playing with your own feelings,” the kwami buried himself in the boy’s hair, purring and providing the human with a sense of comfort.

“But Plagg, what if..”

 A whirring sound followed by a dull THUD! interrupted the blond and his kwami zoomed away to a convenient hiding place. What the boy saw shocked him.

“Ladybug?!”

 The heroine in red-and-black-polka dots merely groaned in pain. Adrien ran over to help her, worried out of his wits seeing his crime-fighting partner all muddied and in pain.

“Ladybug? Is everything alright? Is there an akuma?” he asked hurriedly.

 “Re- Rest,” was all the girl muttered before her eyes shut.

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Her head felt so heavy, like she had just been hit by some jumbo mental truck. Blinking the dark spots away from her vision, she looked around .

Big windows beyond the grey banisters. Nice view outside. The girl snuggled deeper into the sleeping bag.

 Wait. Sleeping bag? Grey banisters? Big windows?

WHERE WAS SHE?

 Panicking, Marinette nearly shot up straight, only to groan at the feeling of headrush and plop back down.

So, she was in some unknown place, sleeping in someone’s sleeping bag. She didn’t remember how she ended up here. The only vague memories she had were of sprinting on the rooftops in the downpour when she had decided to give in to her exhaustion and shelter herself in the Agreste Mansion…

 She had been Ladybug before passing out.

Panicking once again, the girl frantically glanced at her arms. Only to find them covered in the familiar red-and-black polka dotted spandex. 

Her identity was safe.

 She heard footsteps climbing up a staircase.

“Ladybug? Are you awake?”

 Oh dear Lord. She had certainly entered the mansion with a steeled heart, but hearing his enchanting voice, the girl felt her resolve crumbling, the choking pain of heartbreak washing over her once again. 

I can’t do it... I can’t do it... It hurts, it still hurts…

 “Ladybug?” She felt a cool hand on her forehead. So cool, she couldn’t help but lean into the touch.

“Oh, my god! You are burning up! Why were you out in the rain?” the owner of the hand exclaimed. 

 Oh! How much she wished to tell him the true reason. That she had gone out to escape being Ladybug, the Guardian of Paris. That she had wanted to be one normal teenager, free to let her emotions out without the risk of an evilized butterfly or feather turning her into a rampaging monster. That she had repented her tomfooleries, let out her frustrations with the Liar, and let her tears flow freely at the pain of the heartbreak he had caused her, even if unknowingly.

  You are not Marinette right now. You are Ladybug. Be confident, composed.

“I just needed some fresh air, and well, got stuck in the rain. But I am fine, thank you,” pushing herself up with her right hand, the girl struggled to disengage with the sleeping bag and stand up.

 Only for a sudden jolt of pain to shoot through her left leg, causing her to scream as she felt gravity dragging her down. 

Too shocked by the sudden pain, the girl merely closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact.

 Which never came.

Opening her eyes, she looked into the concerned grassy greens that she had fallen in love with. And sadly, looking at them didn’t help her fall out of love. Instead, it only acted as salt to the burn of her heartbreak.

 “You okay?” 

His voice was too soft, too caring, too loving for... for just a friend , but, who was she to ignore the truth? The truth that he loved the strong Kagami, not the clumsy Marinette. That he had feelings for the fencer, not the baker girl. That he had shared a sweet kiss with a ravenette with brown eyes, not the bluebell ones.

  Stay calm, stay calm, stay focused! You are NOT in love with him.  Her brain screamed.

You can’t  be in love with him.  A soft voice from her heart spoke.

 “Ladybug?”

Pulled back from her thoughts, the girl gathered herself quickly and flashed him a smile, straightening herself again. “Oh! I am alright, I am fine, it must be just a bit of exert-AAH!” Another wince escaped her as her left foot pained the moment she put it on the ground.

 “You're not fine! You fell quite badly on your left side when you entered. I guess it needs to be checked.” Adrien exclaimed with concern, bending down to examine her foot.

“Oh no no! There is no need for that! I am fine! Yeah, I really am,” the girl fervently explained, her voice a bit high due to embarrassment (or was it uneasiness?).

The wince that escaped her again as she put her left foot a bit too hard on the ground didn’t help her cause.

 Adrien merely shot her an unimpressed look. “Ladybug, don’t be so stubborn.”

“I am NOT being stubborn!” she protested, “And I am really fine. In fact, I guess I must go. I don’t wish to overstay.”

 No matter how rude it sounded, she needed to maintain her distance. For her own safety and sanity. No, she just came here to rest and now that her limbs were rested a bit, she could make it home and snuggle in the comfort of her own bed, snuggling with her cat pil- WOAH!

 Ladybug squeaked and turned an awesome shade of scarlet as she felt strong arms pick her up, bridal style. 

 “Wh-wha-what the hell?” the girl squeaked.

“I am sorry porte-bonheur , but you sure need to get that foot checked. So, allow this meagre civilian to take you down the stairs and check your foot. Paris can’t have her guardian angel in pain and discomfort,” Adrien replied, a hint of a smirk on his face. And was it just her, or was the boy blushing?

 Shaking her head, she cleared her thoughts, mentally steeling herself. 

You can’t get hurt again. Your feelings matter. He sees you as just a friend. You can’t deal with the pain of one-sided love, especially with the responsibility of the entire city on your shoulders.

… 

He smells good. His arms around me feel good. His concern is genuine. No matter what, his kindness shines through.

 The irony. The more she stayed near the sunshine, the more clouded her resolve of not falling in love became.

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“Thank goodness it is nothing much, just a mild sprain due to muscle exertion I believe,” the boy exclaimed in relief, holding the spandex-covered foot with care. “I guess a little first aid will do just fine, but you seriously shouldn’t be running on rooftops for a day or two at least. Your foot needs rest.”

“I know, but- ” the heroine didn’t need to voice her thoughts. It was clear, her identity must remain a secret. There wasn’t a way she could enter her home without concealing the mask, and of course she couldn’t take her mask off in front of Adrien, no matter how much she trusted him.

 What if, Adrien thought,  she did conceal her mask? And took it off midway?

 “Ladybug, I think I might have a plan. Plus, you are all muddied up. Wanna take a shower?”

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At first, she thought he was joking. But when Adrien told her his plan, she assumed that was the only way out to help her reach home with her identity safe. And she sure needed a bath.

“I will go get you the clothes and towel, okay? And here is the first aid kit on this shelf,” the boy pointed out, then walked out, shutting the sliding door behind him.

 Blinking, the girl stepped into the bathroom, shutting close the glass doors as she dropped her transformation. The kwami flew out, looking with slight worry at her chosen.

“Marinette,” she started to speak, only to be interrupted by the girl’s query.

“Why does it hurt so much, Tikki?”

 “Oh. Well, the magic of the miraculous is supposed to act as a cushion for all the hits that you take, but since you are very much exhausted yourself, and I was trying to keep the energy safe for holding the transformation as long as possible, I couldn’t cushion your falls much and...”

“I meant my heart.”

 “Oh,” the kwami fell silent. “Marinette, you will be alright.”

“But when Tikki? When?” the girl nearly screamed. Stripping off her clothes, she started pouring  her feelings out, “For two years, I have been trying to get him to notice me as someone more, and he sees me as Just. A. Friend. And now, when I try to get over him, try to bury my feelings for his and Kagami’s happiness, he...he is again stealing my heart! I know, I bloody know he doesn’t mean to hurt me, I know that it is his caring nature, but, but… Tikki, I can’t take this! I can’t. Why, why does fate have to be so cruel? Why?”

 “Marinette, it is okay to fall in one-sided love. It hurts, surely it does, but you don’t always have to conceal your feelings. Love is a rocky boat; don’t let it overwhelm you. I am not saying this because you are Ladybug, but I am saying this because you have a full life ahead of you, and it will have its share of ups-and-downs. You can’t let it burden you like this.”

 The girl took in a deep, shaky breath. “I agree, Tikki. I guess- I guess I really need to get my mind off these things. I am glad I accepted the offer for shower though, this will surely help.” Smiling, she fiddled with the taps for the suitable temperature of hot water and stepped inside.

 The warm water relaxed her tensed muscles, the mud from her body and the tension from her mind going down the drain as she let out a relaxed sigh.

And that was when she heard the sliding door open.

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 Ah, the beautiful cliffhangers. But hey hey, nothing happens! They are teenagers, and that has been totally respected here. Following is just a moment of awkwardness and fluff.

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As the kwami zoomed back into the bathroom, Adrien turned to his computer desk. Only for his attention to drift to the fencing match group photo he had there.

Specifically, a girl in red who was in the photo.

 Kagami is a nice competitor and an equally nice friend. Sure, she has an icy fa ç ade, but I know the bubbly girl beneath it. Our meetings, our banter, the occasional flexing and punning….they were as fluid as those with Ladybug, And well, just like LB, she surely has handed me my behind on a silver platter many times. 

She and Ladybug are so similar: rolling eyes at my puns, responding wittily to my flirts, bantering with me. She is so like Ladybug.

That’s when the realisation hit him. He had been falling for Kagami because… because....

I see Ladybug in her. And when she responds back, it seems like… like it is Ladybug returning back my feelings.

I...I don’t love her in a romantic way for who she really is. And I don’t want to hurt her or lead her on. I did try loving her, but no, I can  never see her as anything more than a friend, a competitor.

 “I...I loved the shadow of Ladybug I saw in Kagami, not the real Kagami.”

“High time you got your senses back, kid,” Plagg commented.

 Ignoring Plagg’s quip, Adrien delved back into his thoughts. Kagami wasn’t someone he could see a future with. Sighing, the blond began to turn around, only for his sight to fall on the charm bracelet on his hand.

Marinette.

Her name itself brought a smile to his face.

 As awkward, shy or clumsy as she is, I am really grateful to have her as one of my closest friends. Especially after the gum misunderstanding. I really appreciate the brave, strong and kind leader beneath the shy girl nature. 

And then again, she is the best person I can share my thoughts with, be it as Adrien or as Chat. Her parents are sweet, she herself is Kindness personified. His Everyday Ladybug. Standing for the truth and the good. Imagining life without her presence...no, not possible.

Marinette, she feels like-no, she is my home.

 The realisation hit him like a truck. Somehow, buried within his feelings for Ladybug, another little stream of feelings for a certain ravenette had sprouted, only to make its presence known to him now.

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[genderfluid-tnt]

The time experiment (Part 1)

Sooo I may have written this accidentally late at night- Sooo enjoy

Though just a warning- some things may be triggering to some readers- sorry

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Its been hours since they came back to Hermitcraft after having been in Alpha.

Grian, who was sitting over the now Crater, False had build.

Looking down on it, memories flowing back into his head from Evo.

Trying to hold in his tears and sobbing.

As one landed nearby, Grian looked up into the eyes of Scar as he got him up from the sitting, not saying a word as they got to the infinity portal.

Scar was about to gesture for Grian to go in and get to his dream, but Doc pulled him away and got them both down on the ground.

Putting his foot on Grians chest and his trident at his face, before looking at Scar.

"Wtf Scar?! You cant just take one of the hippies in here! what if they go and steal something more from us!?" Doc growled out holding the trident closer to Grians face, lightning was forming around it as the skies got dark with clouds. Rain falling down fast, making the grass all wet.

"Doc, listen I know what you mean. But he was being all sad and I thought maybe getting to his dream would make him happy again!" Scar got muttered out as he stood up and started taking leaves off his jacket.

Grian was just laying there, trying to get away, but as soon as he did that, Doc pushed his foot harder down on his chest, making him lose all his air. Now hitching for air, he looked up at Doc, the glowing red eye was looking more creepy with the bad weather and the lightning from the trident.

Doc lifting the trident up and pointed it at Scar, making a lightning strike him, sending him down on his knees.

Turning the trident back to at Grian as he smirked.

"Any last words Hippie?" Doc laughed getting the lightning on the trident ready.

Grian tried to give a laugh back.

"Without me.. u wont be able to make the time machine again.. and only one of us have traveled through time if u remember correct and havent erased that from ur memory" Grian gave a sly smirk before the lightning coursed through him, just not killing him, but making him close to it as his whole body got paralyzed.

Doc looking over at Scar with a serious face "Get the other hippies- Ren and Impulse. We got some experiments and such coming up with them" He laughed mad and got Grian down to S4 where the time machine had been.

Taking the smaller cables down and putting them one by one into or well onto some pads on Grian. Having him tied to the platform too as his head was still hanging down and still paralyzed.

Grian couldnt get away anytime soon or get out of there. Even if the other hippies came for him, the platform would go into defence mode, getting metal plates up and around it, closing whatever is inside it in there locked away until Scar or Doc comes and says the code to open it again.

Scar came back after a search for the two others, none of them anywhere to be seen.

Landing close to the hangar he made his way down to S4 and scratched his head as he looked at Doc.

"Impulse and Ren are nowhere to be seen, asked around and no one has seen them since the announcement here" Scar sighed and looked defeated at Doc.

"Whatever man, we got the main subject here. He has done it 2 times and havent had anything happen to him!" Doc gestured to him and jumped down from the platform to the control panel.

Writing something in and pulling the stats up for Grian, where u could see the heartbeats, pulse and his own modified one, time magic or whatever it is inside of Grian.

The beats was around the normal and abit higher sometimes, his pulse was doing okay abit low right now but then again Doc had just hit him with the trident and lightning.

But then the time magic... It was spiking through the roof, all up where u couldnt see the line on the monitor.

Unbeknownst to them, what they were seeing is a mix of the time travel and the watcher magic inside of Grian..

Waking slowly up he looked around before beginning to freak out, knowing well where he was, trying to move his hands but to no avail, feeling the cables next after and tries biting into one and tried to pull it out with his teeth, though it just hit him with some electricity instead, making him drop it. All before trying out the magic but getting more electricity and the chains that was tied to his legs got pulled more to the floor, making it hurt badly.

Painful screams coming from Grian, they were loud and full off hurt. It could be heard clearly over all of Area 77 and the surrounding things.

He looked over at where Doc was, tears in his eyes.

"So you woke fully up, good. What is the last thing u remember?" Doc gave a smile to him, pushing buttons and writing down notes at the same time.

"You do have alot of the time magic thing inside of u, so we have chained u abit and done so if the machine or platform detects ur trying to use it, it will either taze u, knock u out or make it hurt real bad like before"

"I cant remember anything other than being at the crater and Scar dragging me to somewhere.. the rest is all blurry" Grian looked at him, not giving one single comment on the magic part he said.

Doc nodded over to Scar, walking up to Grian and sat down on one knee infront of him.

"While u are here we have rules for u. we know u will break them but we can atleast try.

Rule one, U can not leave this platform or yank in the things connected to u.

Rule two, U shall not call on the others to come get u, the platform is programmed to keep u in and only let me and Doc get in without trickering the defense.

Rule three, play nice and we may let u wander around S4 with some devices attached to u to keep us updated on the magic and other stats from u.

With yelling for either me or Doc, the ai in here will alert us that we should come down here, it will do the same if u break a rule.

Rule four, We are allowed to hurt u in anyway if we feel like it will help with the inspection or we feel threaten and need u to calm down.

Rule five, U will experience some interviews kinda with me or doc or us both and some experiments, you can not do them and need to comply.

And at last, when Doc finds it time, you may meet the aliens" Scar clapped his hands and stood up and smiled before going to Doc and whispering something before going out and down the hall to work on a new room for the experiments and such to Grian.

Grian was just there, silent as can be, trying to think up a way how to get out of here the easiest and fastest. Do he wait until they let him walk freely, but then again at that point they may begin to use his magic to power another time machine they make him build-

While he was caught up in thinking, Doc had looked up at him. Thinking about if they could tap the magic out of him, if it could help with any of the alien stuff. As he thinks that, he gets transmitted to come to his dear alien overlords. Walking out as if in a trance, not saying anything.

It was first when the tnt in the elevator blew up that Scar realised he was gone.

Grian was too obsessed with trying to think of ways to get out. Before a surge of a the time magic was trying to get out of him, yelling out in pain as it was looking like his body was wanting to warp him away to another place and another time.

Scar, letting go of the blocks in his arms, ran down and into where Grian was. The magic lines on the monitor was going wild, the machine was trying to get him to calm down as the thing was trying to taze him. At last it went into defense mode and build the walls around Grian.

Scar who was still trying to figure out what to do, hearing Grians painful screams from inside the once platform now box.

Trying to contact Doc, who while this was going on, was staring into the aliens eyes and getting new information from them into his brain.

Though they had caught onto the sudden magic that they could feel.

Making Doc get back there fast as he pushed Scar out the way and began tapping away on different things before Grian stopped screaming and the defense walls went down.

Grian was sitting there unconscious, sparks coming off him from everything.

What was more concerning was this sudden symbol on a jewel in Grians necklace.

Though they didnt know what it was, they just had to wait and see.

Time went by, Doc and Scar having fallen asleep in there on the floor.

Grian was coming to himself and blinked. "what was that..." He said out though what came out was his raspy and harsh voice.

He looked down to see the new jewel with the symbol, freaking out as his pulse and heartbeats got faster and higher, even too high for a normal hermit. The lights began flashing red, waking up Doc, but not Scar.

Doc checked the monitor to see the stats before getting up on the platform and putted hands on Grians shoulders.

"Hey hey hey! Calm down there, what happend to make u freak out like this?" Doc followed the kinda analysed line from Grians glance to the Jewel with the symbol.

"So this jewel is making u freak out?" Doc grabbed around it and yanked it out before throwing it to the other side of the room "There. It cant do u anything now, just go to bed and sleep. U got a loooong day tomorrow Hippie" Doc for a second gave a genuine and caring smile.

Before standing up and walked over and lifted Scar up. Knowing villager Grian had a big bed he didnt use.

He laid Scar in it and he took the couch up there so Scar have the whole bed for himself or had the whole bed. Jellie had followed them and was now snuggling with Scar.

Smiling once again before Doc turned around to lay better and fell asleep.

Grian was closing his eyes slowly, feeling tired somehow. As he closed them a whisper could be heard in his own mind "U cant give him the knowledge of the time-"

Ignoring it he started to drift off-

though this dreamland he had come to werent the best...

[imagine-lovebug]

Dreams [3]  (Peter Parker x Reader)

I wear this ring my grandma gave me, and I wear it on my ring finger, and people constantly think its either a promise ring or something like that and idk maybe you could do a Peter x reader inspired by this 😂 I made no sense at all maybe you’ll get inspired by this probably not but eh 😂💖💖💖

[1] [2]

“From the point where you initiated it to the point where she pulled away,” Tony says harshly, “It’s all she’s talked about for the past week. I was only able to get her out of bed yesterday. Peter, you’re the first person who she ever gave a damn about. She cared for you. She loves you, and she’s told you that she loves you. Why the fuck would you throw that away?”

Peter’s speechless. Tears run down his face as he tries to form an answer or excuse, but all he can stutter out is a quiet reply of, “I love her too.”

Tony laughs a brittle laugh and paces before Peter, “No,” he says, “you don’t.”

“I do, Mr. Stark, I love (Y/N); I just messed up! Help me fix it, please! I miss her.”

Tony stares at the teenager in disbelief. “Are you— Are you really asking me to help you win my daughter back? She deserves so much better than you.”

“Mr. Star-”

“Leave my daughter alone, Parker. You broke her once, and there’s no way that I will give you another chance just for you to do the same thing again. Not happening.”

The door swings shut with a slam behind Tony as he storms out the classroom, down the hallway and out the front door, a few of his stray tears mixing with the pouring rain. 

Sometimes the smallest of memories, which you thought had drowned in the sea of many, resurface again and cause oceans of feelings to flood your mind. Whether it be a stray photograph you thought you lost, a particular smell or sight or sound, even something as insignificant as a stranger’s hair; it triggers a memory that you’ve tried so hard to forget. This trigger for you is when you walk into your closet to change into another set of pajamas, and you find Peter’s t-shirt hidden between your own. You smile sadly and fiddle with the ring on your finger before pulling the shirt out and holding it before you. 

He had given it to you during a movie night at his apartment. Peter and you had retreated into his room for a movie night and Aunt May promised to stay out of sight unless she was needed. With kisses on both your forehead and his, she left for her room and let you and Peter watch a film. He chose Back to the Future (his second choice after the Star Wars films) and he let you snuggle under his arm. You remember him asking if you were comfortable. You were going to lie and say you were, deciding to sit with your jeans uncomfortably digging into your stomach, but Peter said that you should wear one of his shirts anyway. 

“You’ll look cute.” He kissed your nose and brushed a finger over the small stone on the ring, “I promise.”

A flash of lightning follows a rumble of thunder, and you notice your cheeks are streaked with tears once again. You wipe them away and put some pajama bottoms on and go to walk out of the closet, but you turn after rethinking and put on his shirt as well before turning off the light and walking out of the room. As you get into bed, a few knocks sound at your door. Your father walks through, looks at you with upset eyes, and comes to sit beside you. He kisses your forehead and brushes a hand through your hair.

“It’s still raining, sweetheart,” he whispers with a croaky voice. You can tell he’s been yelling at someone because of how raw he sounds, and the redness around his eyes show he’s been crying too.

“I can’t help it, Daddy. I’m sad.”

“What will make it better, sweetheart? Do you want to have a movie night? Do you want to talk to Nat? I’m just worried, baby girl. You’ve barely left this room in a week.”

You think about it for a moment. “I’ll speak to ‘Tasha.”

The idea of going back to school after seeing Peter and Liz together made you never want to show up; but after Natasha’s advice, you packed your bag and left on Monday. You fiddled with your ring subconsciously like you usually do, somehow getting through your classes with your mind clouded with thoughts of him. You continue spinning the ring until you accidentally twist it off your finger. It lays flat in your palm, and you stare at it like the ring wronged you instead of Peter. You stare until your eyes burn. It’s supposed to symbolize Peter’s promise to love you until he can replace this ring with another. His promise that you’re enough. It’s your constant reminder of him, and that’s why he gave it to you. The bell chimes and signifies the beginning of lunch, so you slip the ring onto your finger again and head towards the cafeteria.

Ned and Michelle sit together at your usual table, but Peter is nowhere to be seen. You look around until you see him seated at the popular table; beside Liz. Your eyes sting with a new wave of tears, but you hold them back and head towards your friends. Michelle stands and walks around the table and pulls you into an embrace. 

“I usually don’t do this, but I’ve missed you,” she says. 

Ned takes MJ’s place and whispers, “I’m glad you’re back. We’ve missed you so much. Debate team sucks without you.”

You chuckle a bit before saying that you’ll be right back. You’re going to see Peter to complete Nat’s plan before you wimp out of it. The ten paces to the popular table take a lot longer than it should, but you get there eventually. Peter sits across from you with Liz beside him. He gasps when he looks up to see your face and goes to stand up. 

“(Y/N)! Oh my god, I’ve missed you so much! I’m so—”

“It’s okay. You don’t need to stand up. I’m just here to get something off my chest.”

“I missed you,” he says, “You didn’t answer my calls or anything.”

“Peter,” you interrupt, “I saw you and Liz that Friday.” 

Liz gasps and both she and Peter automatically reach for apologies and excuses, but you shut them down. 

“I’m not mad,” you say with a straight face, “I’ve come to terms with the fact that you can kiss anyone you’d like. I blamed myself for a while thinking that it was my fault. You giving me this ring gave me the responsibility to fulfill your need for love. I’ve realized, however, that because I’m not enough does not mean I’m not worthy; it just means that you need someone with more to give and I need to find someone who is satisfied with the amount of love I can give.”

“(Y/N), I love you. It was just a mistake! I do love you, that’s why I gave you the ring,” he pleads.

You smile dolefully as a tear rolls down your cheek. “I love you too,” you say, “But I don’t think that’s enough for you anymore.” You gaze dejectedly at the ring on your finger as you fidget with the band. You twist it once more and remove it completely before dropping it to the cafeteria table. It makes a gentle clink echoed by the sound of your heart breaking. “I hope you find someone whose love is enough,” you say and walk away.

Peter remembers a story Tony told one night when he stayed over at the tower; the story of the rings on his necklace. 

“These rings,” he says, holding the chain away from his neck, “Are my parents’ wedding rings. My mom always told me that when I found the right person that I had to propose with hers because it holds the promises of many lifetimes. My great-great-grandfather bought it for my great-great-grandmother on the first day he met her. He always said that people forget the promises that come with a ring: A ring promises commitment, sure, but it also promises that you love someone enough to never let them go. It’s a pledge of faith.”

“I’ll get you one of those one day,” Peter whispered to (Y/N).

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

(A/N) - Wow omg it’s over. I hope you guys liked the series.

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