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hallecarey1 · 2 years ago

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Truth or Dare↠ Part 1: The Fight

↠ summary: Sebastian tells you about his upcoming project, but he didn't expect it to spark a fight that ends with him asking you a question that brings you to tears.

↠ pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

↠ word count: 4k

↠ warnings: Angst and smut (18+)

↠ a/n: I apologize if the smut is cringey; it's my first time writing it, and I apologize for taking so long to write the first part. I promise that the next installment will not take as long as the previous one.

Sebastian has been pacing in front of the living room's large windows, his anxiety and tension rising since you texted him that you'd be home soon. He decided today was the day to tell you about his new project, on which he had been working tirelessly for months to ensure that everything was in order before filming began.

He debated whether or not to tell you about the new project from the start. Over the months, the debate had heightened his anxiety; he knew you weren't judgemental, but you were the one who would stand up for anyone who was treated unfairly.

This is why he believes you'll be furious when you find out because this incident portrayed two people in the worst light possible and exposed them to such slander. But he knew he couldn't keep it a secret for much longer, and this was the perfect opportunity to tell you.

For him, the months you were unaware of the new project were agonizing. It's the first time he's withheld information for you, and he's upset because you always tell each other everything, which is why your relationship has remained so healthy and happy over the years.

Throughout your relationship, you taught each other that communicating is crucial in different ways: you taught him that sharing his feelings helps him release the weight of holding them inside, and he taught you that sharing your concerns, fears, and emotions with him won't change the way he feels about you.

In this situation, it's critical for him to ensure that you don't become blinded by rage and say something you'll later regret and that both of you communicate so that your relationship doesn't suffer as a result. When he heard your keys unlock the door, his pacing came to a halt. As you closed the door, you noticed Seb standing in the living room, his back to you, facing the large windows.

You examine his figure and posture while he has his back to you. As you approach him, you notice his back muscles are tense and his body stiff. "Seb?" You found yourself staring into those ocean eyes as he turned around at the sound of your voice, and you noticed hesitation and nervousness in his gaze, which worried you.

Your brow furrows as he bites his lower lip and stuffs his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. His silence heightens your concern; "You're starting to worry me," you say, your voice concerned. Sebastian moves closer to you, and you can't help but wonder what was bothering him so much that he kept his distance from you.

Sebastian cleared his throat before beginning to speak. "I started working on a new project a few months ago, and I've recently been preparing everything so that everything is in order when filming begins." "Now that I've completed all of my preparations, it's time for me to leave to film for it." Your smile grew as you realized how happy you were for him and how hard he'd been working; you know how much he enjoys his job, and it makes you so happy to see him happy and achieve such amazing things.

"That's incredible, Sebastian!" You drew him into a bone-crushing hug, and he hesitated to tell you because you looked so happy and proud of him. You were perplexed as to why he hadn't yet returned your hug until you felt his arms slowly wrap around your waist. He clutched you to his chest as his fear of telling you grew; he didn't know if you'd ever hug him again.

"When are you leaving?" You leaned back to look into his eyes as your fingers ran through his hair and his arms tightened around you in response to your question.

"Tomorrow," he admitted guiltily, reaching for your waist and rubbing the soft skin exposed between your scrub shirt and pants with the pads of his thumbs.

"How come you're telling me this now?" Sebastian heard the sadness in your voice and felt terrible, but your question made him nervously bite his lip and decided it was now or never.

"Because I wasn't sure how you'd react if I told you what I was filming," he explained as his thumbs came to a halt on your waist.

"What are you filming?" you feared his response, as various scenarios raced through your mind. Is he making a film similar to Fifty Shades of Grey? Something contentious? An actress who made you feel insecure?

"The show will be called Pam and Tommy and will air on Hulu." Hearing him say those names caused you to stop moving your fingers through his hair, and his anxiety increased as a result of your delayed response.

"What exactly is it about?" You licked your lips, knowing exactly what he was going to say. The worry lines on your brow told him you were thinking hard.

"How they met and the sex tape." He felt his heart stop as you slipped your arms off his shoulders and watched you take a step away from him.

His palms began to sweat and his heart began to race as you remained completely silent and still, staring at him with a blank expression. 'Y-y/n,' he stuttered as he reached for your hand, which you jerked away and took another step back.

"Why?" you shook your head, perplexed as to why he would create a show based on the worst thing that could happen to a person. Sebastian was hurt as he looked at you and realized you wouldn't let him near you.

He could see you were thinking of something as he observed your expression, but he decided he didn't want you thinking of him in that way, "I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong-" His voice trembled, but he couldn't finish his thought because you cut him off with a scoff.

"Don't tell me what I'm thinking!" "You have no idea what's going through my mind!" you exclaim, your fingers running through your hair.

"Of course I do!" "You think I'm a terrible person!" With a glare on his face, he pointed at you.

"How could you possibly think of filming something like this!" You were furious; you couldn't believe Sebastian would want to film something like this.

"That is not the case!" The vein in his neck was visible from the strain of yelling at you, and he walked closer, seething but also hurt that you thought so little of him.

"Then please explain it to me! You're filming a show about the worst thing that happened to them, in which they were exposed without their knowledge!" You approached him toe to toe and chest to chest. You were both blinded by rage, which was not a good thing.

"That's precisely the point!" "I'm not doing this for the money; I'm doing it so that the truth about their story can be told!" He yelled even louder, causing you to recoil. You backed up against the wall as he approached, his hands splayed against the wall on each side of your head.

"So, you don't mind if someone stole and released our sex tape and made a show out of it?" You push him back with your hands on his chest. As you expressed your dissatisfaction with the conversation, your eyes welled up with tears, and you knew it was a cheap shot.

"I never said that once." Sebastian shook his head in disbelief as he chuckled angrily. "How come you don't understand why I'm doing this?" He exhales while tilting his head back, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Would you like to know why I'm upset that you're filming this show?" You inquired, his rage fading as he noticed the tears welling up in your eyes.

"Because I know what it's like to have a private part of my body exposed to the world after someone hacked your phone and leaked my nude!" You yelled, your voice cracking, tears streaming down your cheeks because you couldn't hold them back any longer.

Regret washed over him immediately; how could he have forgotten? It was and still is the worst thing that could have happened in your relationship with Sebastian. He quickly approached you, cupping your face in his hands and wiping away your tears with his thumbs. "I’m sorry. I'm truly sorry, baby." He apologized while kissing your forehead and pressing your head against his chest.

"No, I'm sorry," you sniffed, your gaze shifting from his chest to his lovely eyes. "I didn't even give you the opportunity to explain; I just started making assumptions." Instead of pushing him away, you rub his back with your left hand to calm him down, while your right hand is placed over his heart to calm you down with the sensation of his heartbeat.

"After I discovered the true story of the tape's theft and how it victimized both of them, it pissed me off, especially when I saw late-night shows using it as a punchline to a joke and everyone laughing about it," He admits as he wipes your tears away.

"However, I wanted everyone to understand how the media, the justice system, and the general public all let her down." Sebastian's admission causes a small smile to form on your lips. Sebastian is a person with a truly beautiful soul, and you're left wondering who in the world blessed you with him in your life.

"You never cease to amaze me," you said, shaking your head, and some might say you looked at him as if he'd hung the moon and stars in the sky.

Sebastian notices many emotions flickering in your eyes as he looks into them; sadness, love, and confusion, "What are you thinking?" He inquired, his hands moving down to grip your hips.

"I'm just wondering how I ended up with you because I don't deserve you." You admit, stroking his cheek with your thumb as a tear falls down your cheek.

"Your soul is beautiful. It is gentle, loving, and golden. Sebastian, I am so proud of you." You exhale while staring into his cobalt eyes, which you genuinely love.

"Did I ever tell you what Chris and I talked about after we met?" He inquires with a raised eyebrow and his adorable thinking face, and you shake your head.

"I told him, 'Dude, this girl is one of a kind,' and Chris answered, 'Sebastian, you just met her,'" Sebastian said with a small chuckle. "I also told him it didn't matter if I had just met you because the very first moment I looked into your eyes it was like gazing at the stars for the first time." As his lips tug a slight smile, tears well up in your eyes.

"I could see the goodness in your heart, but also the grief, and I knew I had to see you again solely by gazing into your eyes and speaking a few sentences with you." His words have brought a few tears to your eyes, which he wipes away with his thumb, a slight smile on his face.

"During our first date, I realized you were the most kind-hearted and loving person I'd ever met. And your aura is something special; it has a radiance about it that draws people in, and it's as if it sends out waves of warmth and comfort to those who need it. So, if you think my soul is one-of-a-kind, you've never seen yours, because it shines brighter than any star in the sky." Sebastian speaks with a smile on his face, and the love in his eyes, as well as his words, cause your bottom lip to quiver.

"You've been through a lot of darkness and pain in your life, but instead of consuming it, you pushed it aside. The fact that you had every right to be furious and hateful against the world after going through what you did, but instead chose to be cheerful, loving, kind, and selfless demonstrates that your soul is genuinely remarkable.” As you sob, he presses his forehead on yours and pulls you closer.

“When I asked what you wanted to do with your life, you said you wanted to help others. You wanted to help kids and people like you who have been through hell and can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, and let them know that no matter how bad things get for them, if they fight the darkness first, they can find that light.” Sebastian exhaled as he rubbed your cheekbones with his thumbs.

"Gosh, after you said that, I knew right then and there that I wanted you in my life for the rest of my life. I had never met such a lovely soul before meeting you. Y/n, you've ch-changed my life." He said, his voice cracking as he finished his sentence, and you reached up on your tippy-toes and touched your lips to his.

A smile spread across his face as you both drew away. "To be honest, I was excited to tell you about this show because I thought you'd be happy that I wanted to show that their situation isn't something to make fun of. But the truth is, I don't deserve you."

His tears and confession make you cry even harder. "I'm so sorry," you bury your face in his chest. He hushes you, whispering loving words like "it's ok" into your ear.

"Y/n, I know you didn't mean what you said. You simply didn't want anyone making money or making jokes about someone else's pain. That's yet another thing I love about you." He entices you with a kiss that takes your breath away.

As he pulls away from the kiss, his breathing becomes heavy. "Marry me," he says breathlessly, and you shake your head, wondering if you heard correctly. He let out a small laugh as he took your hands in his big ones, and your heartbeat quickens as he gets down on one knee. "I had intended to do things differently, but Chris's brother told me that when the time is right, I'll know, and the time is right." He says softly, gently squeezing your hands.

"After our first date, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you." We've been together since I finished filming Captain America: The Winter Soldier, and I've fallen even more in love with you since then. You've changed my life; even if you're just holding me in your arms, you make my bad days better. I want to have children with you, to witness the first time you hold them in your arms and to read them a bedtime story the first time they sleep in their bedroom." You sniffed, wiping a tear from his cheek, and he turned his face towards your palm, kissing it softly as he grabbed your hand again.

"Y/f/n y/l/n, I promise to love you every moment of every day for the rest of my life; would you do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me?" As his voice cracks, you drop his hands and kneel, placing your hands on his face to connect your gaze with his.

“Yes. Yes.” You nod quickly, releasing happy sobs. He grabs your face and pulls you into a searing kiss filled with love and happiness, then pulls away with a chuckled sob. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black velvet box, grabbing your left hand. "This belonged to my grandmother." His voice is hoarse as he speaks, sliding the ring onto your left ring finger, and you pull him into another kiss when he's finished.

He encircles your waist and pulls your body into his embrace. As the kiss becomes heated, Sebastian pulls on the bottom of your top, signaling that he wants it off. You laugh against his lips and push him away gently with your hand on his chest. "Baby, I've been working in the ER all day with patients puking on me, I stink, I need a shower."

"I don't mind. "I need you," he mumbles against your jaw, lowering his head to trail kisses along your jaw; a gasp escapes your mouth as his teeth nip at your neck.

"Babe, I really need to shower," you groan and go to push him away again, but you come to a halt as you shriek in surprise at Sebastian slapping your ass.

"Then I guess we'll do it in the shower because I can't wait another minute," he says as he picks you up and holds your thighs in his hands as he walks to the bathroom in your shared room.

You clutch his hair between your fingers as he kicks the bedroom door shut with his foot, kissing and grazing your teeth on his Adams apple. He groans as he walks through the bathroom door, your teeth nibbling on the soft skin below his ear.

His lips briefly meet yours as he places you on the bathroom sink before trailing them across your jaw to your ear, leaving soft kisses on your jaw. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as Sebastian nipped your earlobe between his teeth.

You both exhale deeply as he pulls his lips away from your skin. Sebastian turned the silver handle to the left, his veiny hand firmly grasping it, to turn on the hot water. The steam fogged the room as the sound of water hitting the tiles filled it.

However, he does not give you any time to remove your clothes before quickly picking you up and slamming your back against the cold tiled wall. Sebastian lowered his head to kiss your lips hard and passionately.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist before his grip on your thighs relaxed. His dark locks are wrapped around your fingers as his left-hand cups your cheek and his right-hand moves to the back of your neck, drawing you deeper into the kiss. Sebastian slipped his tongue inside your mouth through the gap as you gasped at the nip on your lip.

He sucked on your bottom lip as he ran his tongue over it before catching it between his teeth and nipping it. He bit into your bottom lip, pulling on your soft lip between his teeth, causing you to hiss as he backed away from the kiss.

He yanked your top and sports bra up your arms and tossed them on the wet shower floor. As your clothes fell to the floor, your hands worked quickly to pull his shirt over his head, your tongue jutting forward to sweep across your bottom lip, your gaze meeting his naked torso as his shirt collided with the pile of clothes on the floor.

As Sebastian unwrapped your legs from around his waist, your feet landed on the tiled floor. You quickly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down his legs along with his underwear, before Sebastian did the same to you, kicking the wet clothes away.

His hard erection slapping against his stomach had you biting your lip in lust before wrapping his hand in your soaking wet hair and pulling you close into a searing kiss; it was pure need with his mouth heavy and hot on yours, your hands feeling his chest and he let out a groan as you pushed him against the wall.

“Baby.” Sebastian groaned as you yanked on his hair, jerking his head to the side to lick up the side of his neck and nip at his tender skin with your teeth. As you sank to your knees, taking his hard member in your grasp, his mouth fell open as you began to stroke him, your lust-filled eyes met his.

"Fuck y/n." He hisses, his head resting against the shower wall as you lick a stripe from base to tip, gently twisting your hands around him as your tongue swirled around his head.

You ran your tongue over the veins on his cock, his fingers tangled in your hair as he rested his hands on the back of your head. Once he felt you hollow your cheeks around him, he pushed on your head, taking every inch of him until his tip hit the back of your throat.

While your left hand massaged his balls, your right hand gripped his base and tugged on what your mouth couldn't take. Taking him deep into your mouth while rubbing and rolling his balls in your hand, Sebastian let out a string of curses. The vibrations triggered him and increased his sensitivity as he thrust into your mouth, causing you to gag.

"S-Stop, baby. I don't want to cum in your mouth." He stammered gently, running your teeth along his length as you took it out of your mouth. He quickly turned off the shower and pulled you to your feet before picking you up. His hands squeezed your thighs as your legs rested on his hips. The sensation of your bare slick pussy sliding against his dick had you both moaning in pleasure.

Your moans are swallowed by his mouth, carrying you toward the bed, and your back hits the mattress as he places you on it. He hovered over you, his elbows on either side of your head, your fingers gently brushing his hair away from his face, caressing his cheekbones as you traced over them. You cupped his face in your hands and looked into his eyes; looking into his beautiful blue eyes made you fall in love with him all over again.

He slid his left hand between your bodies and gently grabbed his dick, pumping it a few times before aligning it with your entrance. "I love you." Sebastian's right hand slipped into your left, fingers intertwined and clutching together as he pushed into you gently and slowly, his gaze fixed on yours.

"I love you too." You said breathlessly, your brows furrowed from the stinging combined with pleasure sensation as his dick slid into your tight walls. As your tight walls squeezed around him, your mouths parted and you moaned against each other's lips.

Your fingers were entwined in his hair at the nape of his neck, your legs squeezing his waist as your feet rested against his thighs. With your other hand clasping his cheek, you drew him in for a sweet kiss, and he let his body weight fall on his triceps. You could feel his body heat and heartbeat as he put his weight on you, and you could feel the muscles in his pelvis contract with each thrust into you.

His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, sucking and biting as he left bruises. He snaked his hand between your bodies, pushing circles on your aching and swollen clit as you slipped your arms beneath his and gripped his shoulders. With the force of his cock slamming into you, your body shifted up the bed and your chest dragged against his, arching your back and throwing your head back from the pressure of his thumb on your clit. Your fingernails dug into his back as you dragged them down, leaving red scratch marks.

"You fit perfectly around my cock, baby." He sucks one of your nipples between his lips, and you moan as his teeth nip on the sensitive nub. Saliva glistens off your chest from the sloppy kisses he left as his mouth trails up to the side of your neck. Sebastian lets out a low growl of pleasure that vibrates against the smooth skin on your neck as you push his cock deeper into your wet cunt with your feet on his ass.

"Fuck Sebastian, I'm close." You exclaimed, your heavy pants dragging between moans. You can feel your lower belly tightening, the pleasure Sebastian is giving you with his thumb on your clit only hastening your upcoming orgasm.

"I know, dragă. You've got a firm grip on me. It feels so good, baby. He groans into your neck, sucking harshly into the already bruised skin, "going to make me come, too."

He approached your mouth, brushing his tongue against yours as he swallowed your sweet sounds. When he felt your walls contract even more, he whispered, "Go ahead, cum for me baby."

You squeal as you experience your orgasm; the release was intense, causing your thighs to shake. Sebastian shouts your name as he reaches his peak, his hot and heavy release pouring into you and coating your walls. You two ride out your highs together, holding each other tight and savoring the special moment between you. Sebastian pulls away from you, his release oozing from your cunt between your thighs and coating the sheets.

Confusion fills you as you notice Sebastian has left the room, but it is quickly dispelled when he returns, kneeling on the bed and spreading your legs with a wet washcloth in his hand. "It’s all right, baby. Just cleaning you up." As you whine from the wet cloth on your sensitive cunt, Sebastian's hand on your thigh keeps your legs open.

Sebastian tosses the cloth into the hamper before climbing into bed and pulling you close to his chest. You rest your head on his chest, your body engulfed in warmth as Sebastian pulls the comforter over your naked bodies.

"I can't believe we're engaged now," you say, smiling as you stare at the diamond ring on your finger. "It's insane to think you'll be Mrs. Stan in a year," Sebastian chuckles, grabbing your hand and kissing your palm.

"a year?" you exclaim, pushing on his chest and looking at him with a shocked expression. "Yes, a year," he says, running his hand through your hair. "I want to film Pam and Tommy, and I have another film coming up, but after that, I just want to marry the love of my life." Sebastian smiles, and your heartbeat quickens as you hear those words.

Your hands cup his face as you lean down to rest your forehead against his. "What's the matter, baby? Why are you crying?" He is concerned as he sees tears fall down your cheeks, and his hands cup your face to wipe them away with his thumbs. "I just love you so much," you shake your head, kissing his forehead to reassure him that you're fine.

"I love you as well, baby. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I can't wait to marry you." As he closes his eyes, his piercing blue eyes vanish. He tilts his head to the side, rubbing his nose against yours before kissing you passionately.

“Forever,” Sebastian whispers against your lips,

"Forever," you say, kissing him more passionately. You've never loved anyone as much as you love Sebastian, and you never will. Your love will last until the day you both die, and nothing is stronger than the love you have for each other.

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wallflowerimagines · 3 years ago

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Hi! I looove your posts! Thank you so much for sharing your writing!

I was wondering… could you maybe write about the Four Lords with a shy S/O that gets bold and defensive when someone insults the lords? or calls them names? And the Lord’s reaction to the S/O acting different? Dk if im explaining myself >.<

Again! Love your work! Have a great day!

We stan protective partners on this blog!!

Warnings: uh...insults? They're pretty over the top😅 Also swearing.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Honestly, Alcina is more than able to defend herself.

She's got a tongue like a viper, and the thickest skin imaginable. If you really want to hurt her feelings, you have to be someone whom she already respects to a certain degree, or she won't even be phased.

Still, when she leaves a room, there's always some idiot that thinks it's a smart idea to talk shit.

Maybe it's a maid, maybe it's a guest in the Castle, but either way you're not having it.

"God, you're annoying." There was a pause before they opened their mouth again, and you rolled your eyes. "No please, by all means, continue to share your lack of taste with the rest of us."

You disassemble this dumbass, starting small with comments about their personality (trying to keep it classy), but escalating the more they choose to double down on the comments.

Alcina comes back into the room to find you practically screaming at this asshole.

"Look, all you have accomplished here today is revealing that you are a fundamental disappointment on every possible level. My life is worse now that I've heard you open your mouth, you disrespectful, shit licking worm fucker."

Alcina is stunned. You do not give off "aggressive guard dog" vibes at all, yet here you are defending her tooth and nail. While she had seen brief moments of your inner strength and protective streak (mostly towards her daughters) she just...never thought you would do the same for her.

It's not because she doesn't trust you or love you! But nobody has ever done something like this for her before? Ever? She's never had anyone try to protect her--not physically, and not even verbally. She's been so independent for so long that it's... Strange to see you support her so openly.

She doesn't need you to do this for her, she doesn't even expect it, but you do it anyway for no other reason than the fact that you love her. You want people to give her the respect she deserves.

I'm going to be real here: Alcina has never been closer to swooning before in her life. You're overcoming your shyness because you believe in her so much-- it's not a gesture meant to be romantic, but Alcina can't help but see this as a massive statement of your commitment to her.

Seriously. This is such a massive thing for her that if proposals weren't already on her mind, she is mentally picking out a ring for you the minute this happens.

Then, of course, she glides into the room, kisses you until you're breathless and babbling, and smirks at the unfortunate peon who thought they could get away with insulting House Dimitrescu.

She's in such a good mood that she's considering going easy on the idiot. Maybe removing their tongue would be enough of a warning?

Donna Dimitrescu

You don't really know how it's possible but apparently some people don't like Donna Beneviento? Some people think she's scary and unpleasant????

Wild. Can't imagine what that's like.

The two of you are honestly the sweetest, most toothrottingly adorable couple-- blushing when you hold each other's hands, sneaking glances at each other across rooms, giving each other kisses and forgetting whatever was on your mind...

Honestly, anybody who's critical of your relationship with your girlfriend is just a hater. Fuckers can pound sand😤

Still, you are pretty shy, so it takes a lot for you to defend yourself if someone comments about you. It can take a lot of courage to stand up against rude remarks, and sometimes it's easier to walk away.

Defending Donna, on the other hand?

The minute someone even thinks about dismissing her, you are ready to throw hands.

"My lovely girlfriend already said no, meaning you're either deaf or too stupid to pick up on simple social cues," you purse your lips and give the rude and pushy Villager a patronizing once over. "You and your opinion are equally useless. Get the fuck away from us."

Donna blinks.

She... Was not expecting this??? At all?? You're so nice! You always tell her about your attempts to avoid confrontation! What's going on??? How did you get the guts to say what she's always wanted to say?

Meanwhile, Angie is LIVING.

The little doll chimes in to assist you with the verbal homicide, working as a tag team to absolutely murder this moron. She's half partner, half hype man, and is so excited to do this with you. Normally, she has to protect Donna all by herself, but she's relieved and reassured that you stepped in first.

'USELESS IS TOO NICE, THOUGH! THAT IMPLIES THEY AREN'T A POINTLESS, RANCID, LONELY FREAK. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY CRY WHEN THEY MASTURBATE.'

You high five Angie, still glaring daggers at the unfortunate villager.

The two of you continue to ream into the villager, while Donna hovers nearby.

As surprised as she is, she's also grateful. She's only really ever had Angie to help shield her from insults and disrespect (and occasionally inducing horrifying hallucinations that make people claw off their own skin), but having you in her corner makes her feel safe.

Not to get totally sappy, but you're like her knight in shining armor in a lot of ways. And the fact you two are so similar is really motivating-- She wants to one day be confident enough to return the favor. Until then, she's happy to watch her two favorite people have fun insulting some stranger ❤️

Salvatore Moreau

With you being so shy, Salvatore is surprised how often he takes the lead in your relationship.

He's not normally all that outgoing, but you seem to bring out a side of him that's very protective. Whenever you have a bad day he wants to bundle you up and keep you safe from the world.

If he so much as holds your hand you start stuttering and avert your gaze. It creates a feedback loop where you both get flustered, but Moreau has never felt steadier. Despite your shyness, you make sure he knows how much you love him.

You're sweet as pie and twice as kind--Salvatore is the luckiest man in the world, nobody can convince him otherwise 💕💕

So it comes as a total shock that when a passing fisherman spits in your path and calls him a freak, your entire demeanor does a 180.

Your posture straightens and you look the villager dead in the eye, "I don't believe anyone asked your opinion."

Salvatore: 😳

This is not the time, and he totally knows it, but, uh, something about your tone??? Really does it for him???

While he's attempting to process why exactly he's starting to short circuit, you proceed to verbally shred this person to bits with clinical efficiency-- nothing is off limits.

They might try to defend themselves, but it's useless. You do not let up.

"Ugly? Monster? Bitch your teeth are throwing gang signs, don't throw stones from your shining glass house."

You insult their appearance, what they're holding, their smell-- you get so fucking mean that you might even make them cry.

Moreau is just lost right now, trying hard to figure out how exactly you were able to gain all of this confidence so quickly.

He's not upset! In fact he's very flattered! But, he also doesn't want you to get into a fight with some unimportant stranger. (After all, if they so much as throw a punch, they're straight up dead. Moreau is a patient man, but he's not that patient. You do not hurt his partner and live to tell the tale.)

He may a healer but...

Eventually he steps between you and the fisherman in an attempt to deescalate the situation, but you just kiss him on the cheek and step around him, determined to make your point.

Blushing hard, Moreau lets you do what you want. What can he say? Fish man likes himself a protective partner 💞

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is not the most social guy to begin with, so any opportunities you have to stick up for him are already pretty slim.

He mostly knows you as the shy, sweet, easily flustered partner that lets out a cute squeak every time he sneaks up to hug you from behind.

Karl's honestly happy just to spend time with you all alone in the Factory. It's not the best or healthiest mindset, but he'd be perfectly content to only ever see you for the rest of his life. Spending time with anybody else feels like a boring waste in comparison.

But occasionally, you do head out into town with him. Heisenberg wants you to be safe so he doesn't do it often, but running errands with you is a weakness of his. It's domestic in a way that he's never experienced before.

He likes it ❤️

What he does not like is the shopkeeper starting to give their opinions on the quality of your relationship with him.

Most insults Karl will let slide because he doesn't particularly care. However if anyone makes a comment on how scared (shy) you look around him, how you must be being threatened into being with him, how poorly Lord Heisenberg is treating you...he won't stand for it.

But before his fingers can even twitch towards his hammer, you snap.

"You're clearly the blindest cocksucker I've ever met--so wipe the cum out of eyes and mind your own fucking business."

Karl does a double take.

He's heard you curse before, but quietly. The words coming out of your mouth are WILD right now, he has NEVER seen you so angry. You're defending him with the aggression of a wild animal, and it's simultaneously HILARIOUS, but for some reason he's also getting a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest?

He doesn't need you to protect him like this, but seeing you blatantly argue how much you love and cherish him in public reassures him in a way he didn't know he needed.

Still, hearing you call the shopkeeper "shit for brains" is the funniest thing that's happened in years.

Heisenberg starts laughing, and the more you shout at the idiot, the harder he laughs. Is it weird how hard he wants to kiss you right now?

Eventually, he just has to drag you away, cackling as you continue to shout insults at the unfortunate shopkeep. There's got to be an alley around here for some good old fashioned privacy 💕

#lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #angie beneviento #karl heisenberg #angie the doll #swearing #insults

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Just One Night—Chapter Eleven

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary

You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.

Warnings

Angst, fluff, dad!seb, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of health issues.

Notes

There is a bit of (okay… a BIG) time jump but you’ll understand why as you read.

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February 25, 2021

The holidays had ended all too soon, leaving the post-holidays blue set in.

Sebastian left for LA on January third, after they spent an uneventful, quiet New Year’s Eve with just the three of them. He’d been so reluctant to go, if fact, (Y/N) had been the one to pack his suitcases while he’d sat perched on the edge of his bed, wearing a pout that nearly gave Theo’s a run for his money. She’d ignored it, obviously, despite the ache that bloomed in her chest and only seemed to grow each day he was away.

She’d read through the script before he’d left, it was far too good of an opportunity for him to miss and she’d been dammed if she’d let him.

As for (Y/N), well, she went back to work. There was something about the ending of the Holidays that always had the Emergency Room hard-pressed. It never seemed to end. Especially when Valentine’s Day rolled around, then all the crazed and heartbroken turned up complaining of phantom chest pain or admitted for alcohol poisoning.

She’d figured it’d definitely slow down after that but it never did, and she wondered if it ever would. At this point she stayed after more often than not, pulling fourteen to sixteen hour days only to return the following morning at her usual time. Gone were the days she worked three twelves a week, now working five instead.

She was beyond exhausted.

Poor Georgeta, who had stepped up to watch Theo while she worked, ended up staying over in her guest room more often than not. The woman never complained, more than happy and willing at the prospect of spending time with her grandson. Even though, (Y/N) never really had a choice, she still felt bad when she had to make that call to inform the older woman that she wouldn’t be making it home by seven.

Not to mention the lack of time she’d recently spent with Theo. She knew how upsetting it was for him, she was gone before he woke and asleep by the time she returned. He’d struggled to deal with his father’s absence but to have his mom barely around too, it was all too much for the almost three year old.

Things weren’t going great for (Y/N). And to top it all off, her body couldn’t keep up with it all.

At the beginning of February she’d acquired a bit of a bug that she couldn’t quite seem to shake. It started with what seemed to be a small head cold—headaches, extreme fatigue, nausea, and dizziness.

And it seemed to only grow worse as time went on.

Her dizziness had turned into full on fainting spells (though she kept it to herself so as to not alarm anyone) and nausea to vomiting. She couldn’t recall a single day in the past three weeks that didn’t consist of her stopping to upchuck her breakfast on the way to work or sprinting to the employee bathroom between patients to throw up her lunch.

But still she shook it off, blaming exhaustion, a bad meal, or allergies.

All she needed was a few days off, some snuggles with her son and very loving boyfriend, who was set to return in just a few weeks. Just in time for Theo’s birthday.

She hadn’t spoken with him much lately and it had her missing him like crazy. Their schedules seemed to overlap these days. At the beginning, she talked to him any chance she got. They’d text continuously throughout the day, she’d call him on her way home from work, he’d FaceTime to say goodnight to Theo, and would stay on the phone until she went to bed herself. Sometimes she’d wake to him still on the line, having fallen asleep himself before he got the chance to hang up. But with filming wrapping, they had him working extra long days too. They were scrambling to finish up and do the necessary reshoots before his costar was due to film another movie mid march.

He called when he got the chance and she answered when she could. More often than not she’d check her phone to see some sweet, heartfelt message wishing her a good morning or goodnight. But it still wasn’t enough.

She needed him right now more than ever, though she’d never tell him.

If she called him right now and begged him to come home or merely mentioned how sick and tired she’d felt lately, he would drop everything and hop on the next redline in a heartbeat. She couldn’t ask of him that—she wouldn’t.

Everything would be fine. He’d be home soon and once again all would be right in the world.

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“Are you alright?” Leslie asked, eyeing (Y/N) from where she was leaning back in her chair at the nurses station. “You look a little pale.”

“I’m fine.” She swallowed hard before taking a deep breath in through her mouth and out through her nose. She definitely wasn’t alright. The smell of Leslie’s tuna sandwich had her stomach rolling and she was about three seconds from hurling in the trash can beneath her desk.

“Really?” The redhead narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, “Because you look like you're about to hurl all over your lap right now. Does the smell of my sandwich bother you?”

“No.” She mumbled, gaze trained on the computer before her and lips pressed in a straight line. If she could just focus on charting, not think about it, and continue to breathe through her mouth, she’d be fine. She’d eaten all that she’d packed and she still had five hours of her shift, she really didn’t need to lose it now. It would only leave her feeling absolutely starved a half hour later. Happened every time.

“Are you sure?” Leslie taunted, sliding her chair closer, the stupid sandwhich still in her hand. “It never bothered you before and you had the same reaction when I brought it last Monday.”

“I’m-” The moment she went to respond, the smell hit her tenfold. She’d barely managed to make it to the trash can, upchucking the entirety of her lunch. Leslie was quick to act, kneeling beside her to hold her two braids back.

“Atta girl.” Leslie cooed, patting her back, which caused the smallest smile to crack across her face before she was heaving and gagging again. “Let it all out.”

(Y/N) coughed a few more times before moving to sit against a filing cabinet. The older woman offered her some water and a tissue, to which she eagerly accepted, rinsing her mouth of the foul taste and wiping the remnants of any vomit that may be residing on her lips.

“Got something to share?” Leslie asked, raising an expectant brow at her.

“What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” She scoffed, “Don’t think I haven’t seen you running off to toss your cookies for the past three weeks and suddenly after months, you're turning green at the smell of my tuna sandwich. That boyfriend of yours knock you up already?”

“I’m just tired.” (Y/N) replied all too quickly. As if the idea of being pregnant was simply impossible or just outright ludicrous. “Or allergies. The weather is changing.”

“Allergies?” Leslie shook her head, looking at her as if she’d grown another limb or something.

“Yes.” (Y/N) nodded, shrugging half heartedly, “Allergies. I get really bad sinus drainage this time of year. It upsets my stomach.”

She rose to her feet, still feeling a little shaky and unsteady from how violently she’d heaved. Pointedly ignoring the look the other woman was giving her, she tied off the trash bag, running to toss it in the soiled utilities room before returning to her desk as if nothing happened.

“What?” The (Y/H/C) signed when Leslie failed to stifle a laugh.

“Oh, nothing, honey.” She chuckled, biting down on her lip to hide a smile. “You just got a serious case of denial, that’s all.”

(Y/N) ignored her. Just like she’d been ignoring everything else for the past six weeks. She wouldn’t dare consider it for even a second. If she did, it might make this a little too real and then it’d probably be a problem.

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(Y/N) ended up getting out of work early. She had no doubt that Leslie had tipped the head nurse, Natalie, off about her little episode earlier in the afternoon. When things slowed down about an hour and half later, she’d approached her, ordering her to go home, instead of asking if she wanted to.

(Y/N) attempted to call Sebastian when she’d reached her car but it went straight to voicemail. She found it a little odd, as he never turned off his phone, but didn’t dwell on it. She was far too excited to get home, change into comfy clothes, and snuggle her baby.

Upon arrival, she was displeased to find the elevator out of service, leaving her no choice but to take the stairs. Her movements were sluggish and she was far more winded than she normally was when she reached her floor.

For a split second, she debated asking Georgeta to stay so she could take a quick power nap but decided against it, in favor of going straight to bed after Theo went down. Maybe she’d even let him sleep with her tonight. She could really go for some snuggles and he always slept in when he slept with her.

One of Georgeta’s Romanian tunes could be heard from the hallway, which meant she was cooking. An image of the older woman dancing around the kitchen with Theo on her hip as she sung softly, made a smile break across her face. It’d been awhile since she came home to that, she had missed it.

Unlocking the door she was immediately greeted with an excited Bucky, who jumped right up on his hind legs, pressing his paws to her chest to lick at her face. His tail was wagging a mile a minute as he let out happy, little whines.

He’d been very clingy lately, whining and crying when she left, and following her everywhere she went when home. He’d even started sleeping in her bed again, curled protectively against her body. She didn’t know whether it was because Sebastain was away or because she hasn’t been home as much lately.

“Hi. Hi.” She cooed, dropping her stuff before kneeling down to give the pup some much needed love and affection. He wiggled his body against her hands, excited and far too eager to feel her touch as she ran her fingers through his thick fur.

Desperate to see her people, she made her way further into the house, heading straight to the kitchen, where she was surprised to find only Georgeta. And as predicted, she was swaying in front of the stove.

“Hi.”

The woman whipped around at the sound of her voice, her entire face lighting up when she caught sight of the younger woman setting her lunch bag on the counter.

“Dragul meu.” She cooed, scurrying around the island to pull the woman into a hug. “You’re home early! How was work?”

“Work was fine.” She smiled, drawing back, she grabbed her bag, emptying the contents left over from her lunch. “Today was slow for once!” She shocked her head, rolling her eyes playfully, “Which is good because I’m dead on my feet.”

Georgeta returned to her stirring at the stove, listening intently as (Y/N) chatted about her day, and stealing glances as she moved around the kitchen placing her used Tupperware in the dishwasher and snagging a banana from the fruit bowl.

Truthfully, she’d been worried about the younger woman. Although she didn’t comment on it, she’d noticed a change in her weight and had overheard her vomiting a few times before work. Not to mention, how exhausted she seemed to be. Even when they spent time together on her days off, she seemed drained—movements sluggish and a lack of concentration and focus.

She didn’t bring it up to (Y/N), but she sure as hell mentioned it to Sebastain. That woman was as stubborn as they come and if anyone was going to get through to her, it would be her son.

“You work to hard.” Georgeta commented, waving her spoon at (Y/N) in a pointed manner. “You need to rest. You’ll burn yourself out.”

“I know.” She sighed, scrubbing her hand down her face. “Tell that to my work. Sometimes I don’t even think they realize how many hours they have me at. My overtime is through the roof.”

It was only then she realized just how quiet the apartment was. Far too quiet to be containing a certain two year old. “Wait.” She paused, placing her glass of water back on the counter, “Where’s Theo?”

“Right here.” A familiar voice called. One that she hadn’t heard in person for almost two months.

She spun around so fast, she nearly felt dizzy.

And there Sebastian was, looking as handsome as ever in a pair of gray joggers and tight white t-shirt with their son in his arms.

“Oh my god.” She whispered, her legs were already moving before her mind had time to process. She let out a choked sob as she collapsed into his side, mindful of Theo as she buried her face in his chest. “You’re here.” She cried, tears flowing so fast, she could already feel it soaking through his shirt.

“Hey.” He whispered, his mother appeared at his side, taking Theo from his arms so he could console her. “Yeah, baby. I’m here.” He wrapped her up tightly to his chest, rocking her back forth in his embrace while pressing soft kisses to her head. “I missed you.”

“I missed you.” She mumbled, clinging to him as if he’d disappear at any given moment. It felt like it honestly, for all she knew this could be just another good dream and she’d wake up alone in her bed. “How—how are you here?”

“We wrapped early.” He rubbed his hands soothingly along her back, attempting to console her. “I hopped on the first plane once I shot my last scene.” He didn't mention that his mother had called him a few days prior, voicing a few of her concerns that left him absolutely reeling with worry.

He may or may not have pushed and begged to finish his scenes immediately so that he could return home early. But she didn’t need to know that.

Sebastian pulled back, cupping her face with both hands, he tilted her head up, and kissed her for the first time in almost two months. It was short and sweet due to the other two onlookers but it was enough to get her heart racing in her chest and a warmth that’d been missing to spread across her chest and seep into her bones.

He was home. Nothing else mattered now. Everything would be alright.

“How are you, sweetheart?” He whispered, nudging his nose tenderly against hers. She looked so tired it caused his heart to ache in his chest. If he thought that time a few months ago was bad, it was nothing compared to now. She looked so frail, weak.

She was pale, lacking a natural flush to her cheeks, the bags under her eyes were prominent and deep compared to when he’d seen her last, and she felt thinner in his hold. Something was off and he doubted it was just from lack of sleep.

“I’m okay. I really missed you.” She smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “And how are you? How was your flight?”

He looked the same. Same handsome smile, same fluffy hair and full beard.

He’d returned to her just as he was. She loved it. It was like he’d never actually left in the first place.

“I’m better now that I’m with you, my pretty girl.” He leaned down to peck her lips, thumb brushing tenderly along her tear stained cheeks. “My flight was good though. Even though it seems to take forever. I think I was just eager to get home to my family.”

She blushed at that, a bashful smile playing at the corner of her lips. “We’re happy to have you here. You’re not allowed to leave ever again. Just so you know.”

He chuckled, “Wasn’t planning on it, sweet girl, at least not for a little while…Now,” His face was quick to turn stern and serious. “I heard you’ve been overworking yourself so go change and take a little nap before dinner.”

“I love you, ya know that?”

“I do.” He nodded, signature smirk drawn across his sharp features, “And I hope you know, I love you more.” He stole another quick kiss, “Now, off you go.” Giving her bottom a subtle pat, he shooed her off.

“Jeez. So bossy.” She shot him a wink and smirk before strolling to give Theo some love.

After smooching the tot in a tight hug and smothering his faces with smooches, she wandered off in the direction of the bedroom. Leaving Sebastian to talk with his mother while Theo fiddled with a few new trucks and cars his father had brought him in his little pop up tent.

“You’re right.” Sebastian sighed, plopping down in a seat at the island. He scrubbed his hands down his face and scratched the coarse hair along his jaw. “She doesn’t look healthy. Something is off.”

“I told you, fiul meu.” She appeared behind him, massaging her hands along his shoulders in attempts to relieve some of the tension. “I am worried.”

“And you said you’ve heard her throwing up a few times?” He asked, biting down hard on his lip. “You don’t think… you don’t think she’s making herself throw up?”

“No. No.” She slipped into the seat beside him, taking her hands in his. “No. She’s very tired. They are overworking her, yes, but this is different. She’s emotional and a little bit moody. When she isn’t sick, her appetite is big.” She took a deep breath, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she searched his concern filled eyes. “I think this is something else entirely.”

Sebastian opened his mouth to ask what she meant but there was a loud thump from across the apartment. He was quick to his feet, worry and fear rising within and causing his chest to tighten. He raced down the hall, Georgeta hot on his heels, in the direction of (Y/N)’s bedroom.

Pushing open the door, he is met with an empty room. “(Y/N/N)?” He called, knocking softly on the closed bathroom door, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, “You alright in there? It sounded like something fell.”

When he received no response, he didn’t hesitate to push it open, only to be met with some sort of resistance, like something was in the way. There was just enough room for him to slip through the crack and he was met with the sight of her passed out on the floor.

He swore his heart dropped into his stomach.

“Oh my God. Fuck.” He dropped to his knees, cradling her head in his large hands, “Hey, baby. Wake up—Mama, call 911–(Y/N), come on, sweetheart, wake up.”

Georgeta scurried off in search of her phone, leaving him to stay with her.

Two fingers found her carotid artery on her neck and he was relieved that she still had a pulse.

“(Y/N)! Please, come on, baby.” He called, brushing his fingers through her tousled hair once he’d positioned her head in his lap. “Wake up.”

He couldn’t help but cry of relief when she groaned softly, eyes fluttering across her pale cheeks.

“Atta girl.” He whispered, voice cracking as few tears slipped down his cheeks. “Open your eyes. Let me see those pretty (Y/E/C) eyes.”

“’m fine.” She croaked groggily, coming back to it. “Oh, hey! Nope.” He scolded, pushing her gently back when she attempted to sit up. “Stay put. The medics are on their way.”

“Don’t needa go to hospital.” She attempted to argue, even as she still struggled to keep her eyes open, her head lolling side to side. “‘M fine, jus lil tired.”

“My god, you stubborn woman.” Sebastain chuckled, tossing his head back with a soft shake. “Humor me, please. I just fucking found you passed on the bathroom floor. You just about gave me a heart attack, sent me to my grave early.”

She opened her mouth to respond but he cut her off, “And don’t even act like you haven’t been feeling good for the past few weeks.”

He desperately wanted to ask her why she didn’t mention it to him, but now was not the time.

“Sorry.” She whispered sleepily, reaching for his free hand.

“What are you sorry for, baby? Hmm?” He intertwined his fingers with hers as his other hand remained as it was, brushing soothingly through her hair. “You got nothing to be sorry for.”

“Sorry I scared you.” She breathed out a soft sigh at the nice feeling of his ministrations, relaxing further into his lap as she fought off sleep. “Sorry didn’t tell bout feelin bad… didn’t wanna make ya worry.”

“I’m always gonna worry about you, (Y/N). I love you.” He lifted her hand to kiss the back of it. “It’s what comes with loving someone. I worry because I care.”

“Worry bout you too.” She smiled tiredly up at him, eyes heavily lidded, chest rising and falling steadily. “Cause I love you a lot too.”

“I know, pretty girl.”

The paramedics arrived a few minutes later, they were quick to get her hooked up to various machines and ask her a few questions. Sebastian wasn’t sure what the big box thing and all the wires did, but he trusted them to do their job. He remained quiet as he sat beside her on the floor, continuing to hold her hand and comb through her (Y/H/C) locks, as he took it all in.

Once they were sure she was stable, they moved her to the gurney though she’d whined and protested like there was no tomorrow, claiming profusely that she didn’t need to go to the hospital and that she was fine.

God, she really was going to send him to the grave early. He swore he could physically feel gray hairs growing in.

Sebastian went with her, plopping himself down beside her to hold her hand, play with her hair, brush his thumb across her cheek, and whisper sweet nothing in her ear. Anything to let her know he was there, while she dozed, all cuddled up and strapped into the stretcher.

Georgeta would stay home with Theo until further notice, neither of them wanting to wrangle a hangry, tired two year old while sitting for hours to wait for test results. Besides, it wasn’t anything he should see right now, far too young to understand what was happening to his momma. It would only upset him to see her like that.

Upon arriving at the hospital, he for the first time in his life, pulled out the celeb card, and requested (Y/N) be placed in a private room, away from prying eyes and the chaos of the emergency room. But he didn’t really need to because one of her coworkers was quick to recognize her.

“(Y/N), what the hell?” A redhead hissed, leaning over the gurney once the medics had rolled her into a room. “What happened now?”

“Hi, Leslie.” (Y/N) smiled lazily, eyes droopy and glazed. “This my boyfriend, Sebastian. Seb this work bestie, Leslie.”

“Hi, I’ve heard a lot about you.” She grinned, slipping on a pair of gloves, “What trouble she get in now?”

“Nothing, I’m-”

“She fainted.” He interjected, “Passed out right on the bathroom floor.”

“Ah.” Leslie sighed, preparing an IV. “And yet here she is trying to tell me she’s fine.” She shook her head, tsking softly, “I’m starting you on fluids, Miss Queen of Denial. Did you tell Sebastian here about your little mishap earlier?”

“Nope.” Sebastain pulled a seat up beside her bed, taking her free hand between his own. “She did not. What happened?”

“Couldn’t keep her lunch down, threw it up right in the nurses station at the smell of my sandwhich.”

“Huh.” Sebastian sighed, sitting back in his seat. He was completely stumped. He didn’t have the best knowledge on this kind of stuff but he was lost over what could possibly be wrong with her. She was healthy, completely fine when he’d left her two months ago. “Should we be worried? She’s not like…” He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “She’s not seriously ill or anything, right?”

Leslie laughed, and somehow it seemed to ease the ache in his chest and tension in shoulders. If she wasn’t worried, he didn’t need to be either.

“Oh no, honey. She’s fine. I’m almost postive I know exactly what this is but I’ll let the doctor run some tests first.” She finished connecting the IV, hanging it up on the pole beside her before removing her gloves. “Listen, I’m sorry (Y/N) but Ben is the only doctor available right now.”

Sebastian perked up in his seat as (Y/N) whined in protest.

“I know, babe.” Leslie frowned, placing her hand over hers and giving a little squeeze, “But your boyfriends here with you. Maybe Sebastian can freak him out a little, go all alpha make on his pervy ass.” She shrugged, shooting him a glance, “Maybe it'll be enough to get him off your case for good.”

“Yeah, baby.” Sebastian agreed, “One wrong move and I’ll rough him up a bit. He won’t bother you when I’m here. I just want you looked at as soon as possible.” He brought her hand up, pressing a kiss to her lithe fingers, “Just need to make sure you’re okay.”

Once she’d agreed, Leslie was out the door, returning with a bald man, who looked to be around 5’9. Sebastian had to bite back a laugh.

This man really thought he stood a chance with his girl.

The man swooped confidently into the room, completely ignoring his presence. “Oh, (Y/N), what a pleasant surprise!” He grinned, reaching down to pat her hand, and letting it linger a bit too long for Sebastian’s liking. “What seems to be the problem today?”

Sebastian rose confidently from his seat, chest puffed out slightly, “Hi, I’m her boyfriend, Sebastian.” He reached his hand across the bed, holding it out for Ben to shake.

“Oh.” The man's eyes widened, hesitantly placing his hand in his. Sebastian just couldn't help himself, gripping his much smaller hand tightly and giving it a firm shake. He found great pleasure in the way Ben winced, drawing back his hand with a little shake, flexing and stretching his fingers. “Oh, shit. You-you’re Sebastian Stan.”

“Yeah, yeah I am.” He chuckled slowly, “So I’d really appreciate it if you took good care of my girl. She’s not feeling too good and I want you to find out what’s wrong with her and fix it.”

“Right, of course.” He stuttered out, eyes darting rapidly, looking anywhere and everywhere to avoid meeting Sebastian’s hardened gaze. “I just have a few questions and then we’ll run some tests.”

Leslie giggled quietly from behind the doctor, shooting Sebastian a subtle thumbs up and a wink which he couldn’t help but crack the smallest smirk over. Ben got right down to business, asking numerous questions about the symptoms she was experiencing, when they started, about her lifestyle—eating habits, sleeping habits, last menstrual cycle.

Sebastian had to bite his lip to keep from laughing when the man blushed bright red and stuttered through asking if she was sexually active. To which the Romanian man had proudly, smugly answered that she definitely was.

He was having far too much fun making this dude uncomfortable. He didn’t feel bad, not when he’d spent more time making his girl feel the same. He was pretty confident he’d be leaving (Y/N) the hell alone from here on out.

Before leaving, he’d ordered some tests, promising profusely that he’d place them under a rushed order.

Leslie and Sebastain shared a good laugh after he practically flew from the room, slamming the door behind him.

She was quick to gather supplies to draw some blood from (Y/N) who had fallen asleep the second Ben had finished his interrogation, unintentionally leaving him to ask the necessary questions or voice any concerns.

“So,” Sebastian began, crossing his arms over his check, “You said you had a pretty good idea of what’s going on with her…”

“I do.” Leslie smiled, capping one vial before moving to fill another.

“What do you think?” He asked, biting down at his lip as he watched closely as she worked.

“Honest truth?” He nodded, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “I think she’s pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” His heart skipped a beat in his chest. He whispered the word a few times, tasting on his tongue. He was slow to process the concept, a million thoughts racing through his mind and he couldn’t seem to latch onto just one. He swallowed hard, “Really?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, drawing the needle back and discarding it before wiping away a drop of blood that slipped down her arm and placing a bandage over it. “Extreme fatigue, nausea and vomiting, dizziness and fainting, food aversions. I know you’ve been away so you haven’t seen her but god she looked like she’s been through a war lately.” She shook her head, placing the vials in a little box before slipping off her gloves. “She tried to hide her symptoms from me, she really did, but she was tossing her cookies between patients, and couldn't really seem to keep anything down— hence the weight loss. I can’t even count on both hands how many times I caught her dozing off while charting in the past three weeks. And then today’s fainting spell.” She gazed down at the sleeping woman, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “The other day she complained about her breast hurting too. Another sign.”

“She’s in denial.” Leslie straightened up, narrowing her brown eyes at Sebastian. “I think she’s scared. She’s been claiming it’s allergies or she’s just tired.”

“Why would she be scared?” He wondered aloud, dropping back in his seat, he scratched the hair along his cheeks and jaw.

“Maybe she’s scared of how you’d react. You know how she is, doesn’t like to burden anyone, Miss independent and all.” She sighed softly, “She went through her pregnancy with Theo on her own and maybe she has some underlying fears about going through that again. She mentioned once that it was a tough pregnancy.”

“I wouldn’t.” He cleared his throat, shifting in his chair so he could take her cold hand between his. “I wouldn’t leave. She won’t be alone ever again.”

“Well, I’m relieved to hear you say that because then I’d have to kick your ass.” She teased, a playful smirk on her lips. “Would that be something you wanted?

Sebastian wasn't very sure about a lot of things. He was indecisive more often than not. It always took him longer than it should to pick what he wanted to eat for breakfast or decide what role he wanted to try to score next nor did he have any idea of where he wanted to be in five year.

But he was sure about (Y/N).

There was no picking or choosing or deciding with her. She was never just an option to him. In his eyes it was a given that she’d be there.

When he couldn’t decide what he wanted one morning, she’d already be there cooking something in the kitchen. Or if he was overwhelmed by the piles upon piles of scripts sitting on his desk at home, she’d waltz right up, plop herself down his lap to read through them with him, effortlessly picking and choosing her favorites with a thoroughly thought out argument as to why the role would be perfect for him. And as for where he saw himself in five years, that was all too easy, right by her side.

So if she were pregnant, which could very well be true with the amount of unprotected sex they’d had before his departure to LA, it wouldn’t ever be a deciding factor as to whether he’d stay or go. She was stuck with him.

Whether she liked it or not, he belonged to her.

And maybe deep down a part of him wanted this. After all, he was very much aware of how babies were made but that didn’t seem to stop him from cumming inside her every chance he got.

The thought of Theo having a little brother or sister didn’t sound all that bad.

In fact, the idea of seeing (Y/N) grow all round and swollen as she nurtured and carried his baby, made his heart swell in his chest. To actually be there this time around to witness all those first he’d missed out on with Theo. That first cry he or she made as they entered this world. To hear them babble their very first words or take their very first step. To cradle them and rock them tightly to his chest on those sleepless nights and maybe even change a few diapers.

Yeah, maybe the timing wasn’t the best. He was due to film Captain America 4 in just a few months but he hadn’t accepted any project after that and he could take some time off to be there. He could make it work—would make it work.

And he’d do it all with (Y/N).

With her by his side, together they could do anything. Including having another baby.

“Yeah.” He nodded, a smile cracking across her face. “Yeah, that’s something I would want.”

Seemingly pleased with his answer, Leslie left to get those tests going, leaving Sebastain to watch over (Y/N) as she slept, completely oblivious and unaware of the thoughts swirling around in his head.

Visions of snuggling a little baby to his bare chest, picturing his pretty girl in a rocking chair, singing softly as she breastfed their baby, and imagining Theo blue eyes all wide with wonder as he held his sibling for the very first time.

Soon enough, he was shaking (Y/N) awake when Ben stepped into the room, results held in hand. He moved to sit beside her on the bed, wanting to hold her close as the doctor broke the news.

The need to let her know he was there and wouldn’t be going anywhere, despite her worries and concerns, was almost overwhelming.

“Well, the results are in.” Ben started, looking a little too solemn. “And it looks like you’re pregnant. Congratulations.”

Tag list: @shellbilee @white-wolf-buckaroo @runawayolives @missusbarnes-rogers-laufeyson

#sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you

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valyntynamaro · 3 years ago

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Homesick - Thomas Raggi

Requested by @fairyth0rns In which a homesick Thomas confides in you after a show. I changed up the premise a little but I love how it turned out!! LOTS of fluff and feelings! Hope you like it <3 this is basically Thomas Raggi stan acc at this point ahaha.

word count: 1,914

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Being on tour with your best friends wasn't always easy, there were small fights, drunken mistakes and harmful words that got said, but it was just the pressure they were all under, no one was ever mad at each other for long, it was just the lifestyle catching up to everyone.

No matter how hard things got out on the road you knew there would always be someone you could turn to for help and consolation, and things did get hard being away from your life back home. However, you knew that everyone gets that way and all you can do is support each other.

Loud cheers erupted from the audience as the show came to an end, you had been out on the road with Måneskin for a few weeks and as the tour was coming to the end you couldn't help but smile, thinking about how far they had come not only in the last few months but over the last few years that you had known them.

Every single milestone and achievement made you all the more proud of the four people before you on the stage which you called your family, that's what you had become a close-knit family and you couldn't imagine your life without them.

"Thank you, everybody, we have been Måneskin, goodnight!!" Damiano screams excitedly into the mic as the band begin to leave the stage, you clapped and cheered for them from in front of the stage, but in front of the crowd barrier. Snapping a few pictures of them as they held up their instruments and waved at the crowd, Vic stuck her tongue out at you and leaned into the camera as you took her picture.

After the show, you all made your way back to the hotel you were staying at for those few nights, there was an off day tomorrow so everyone decided that it would be fun to go down to the bar and have a couple of drinks.

Down at the bar, you all raised a glass to the great show they had put on and the successful tour also for good luck in the future. Music played loudly as you all danced together, laughing with one another at the terrible moves coming from each of you, everything was perfect and it was moments like that which made all the fights and upsets worth it.

Swaying your hips to the music you felt someone's arms slip around your waist, looking down you recognise the rings on their hand, It was Thomas and you instantly relaxed into him, moving softly to the music in time with him. Whilst you loved everybody in the band, you and Thomas had a special bond, you just understood each other a lot more deeply than the others.

"Are you okay my love?" turning around to face him in his arms, you met with a slight frown, you hated seeing him like that and would do anything to make him feel better.

"I guess, I just feel...I don't know I think I'm just tired" You could barely hear him over the loud music and the screaming from your friends as they fooled around, picking one another up and throwing them around.

You take Thomas' hand, leading him away from the dancefloor and out the backdoors to the beer garden outside. The atmosphere instantly softened and you could tell he was a bit more relaxed. "What's going on in your head sweet?" the two of you take a seat at one of the tables, he pulls a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket and lights it, he offers you one but you politely decline.

"I'm just so tired of being out here away from home, it's catching up to me now. I just want to wake up and not have to worry about how I'm going to do that night, the pressure is just getting to me y/n." He rests his head on your shoulder, your hands instinctively go to his shaggy blonde hair, he loved when you would play with his hair.

“ I know my lovely, everyone feels like that sometimes It's completely normal you just have to do your best and that's all anyone can expect from you, we'll be home before you know it" Placing a kiss to the top of his head he sighs, putting out his cig he takes your hand in his and plays with the many rings on your fingers. You never wore rings until you started touring with the band, they introduced you to them and would always buy you one as a thank you at the end of every tour- they were so special to you and you made sure to wear them every day for good luck.

"Y/N, I don't want to be at this place anymore, I can barely catch my breath" you knew what he was feeling was social anxiety, you had spent so many times with Thomas backstage just calming him down when he'd work himself up into a panic, it was never a bother to you though you just loved to make him feel comfortable and safe.

" We can go back to the hotel if you want, watch your favourite movie and cuddle?" you suggest, he doesn't say anything but just nods, "I'll just go tell the others, meet you out the front." Getting up, you place another kiss on his head before helping him up and making your way inside, for a minute you struggled to find anyone but you saw Vic by the bar being chatted up by some guy.

"Vic, me and Thomas are going back to his room, I'll see you in the morning" you hug her, Vic had always admired your relationship with Thomas, she knew that no one made him feel like you did, she would often tell you how cute it would be if the two of you were dating. Whilst you liked the idea of being with him, you knew that it was far important just being there for him you wouldn't want to risk everything and then not be able to be there when he needed you the most, so you were okay with just being friends.

“ Don't do anything I wouldn't do girl, have fun" she teased, causing you to roll your eyes everyone in the group would make jokes about how you and Thomas acted like you were already a couple but you paid no mind to it.

Meeting Thomas outside you walked hand in hand down the road, taking in all the sights the city had to offer whilst you made your way back to the hotel you were staying at.

Back in his room, you changed into a comfy shirt of his, whilst he only wore a pair of grey shorts. You couldn't help but think how good he looked in them, those shorts of his were a weakness of yours and he knew that which is why he always wore them around you.

Relaxing on the bed, you lay your head on his chest your arm draped over his lower torso, he had an amazing body and you would often catch yourself sneaking a look whilst the two of you changed together. "what do you want to watch then?" you asked, tracing circles around his 'Må' tattoo, you had been there with him, holding his hand as he got the tattoo done.

"you choose" his voice was soft, you could tell he was tired, so you just put on a film you had seen a bunch of times so you didn't have to pay attention to it, so he could just relax and fall asleep.

"You know, I don't want the tour to end" you could tell something was on his mind. "why's that?" leaning upon your elbows you turn to look him in the eyes, getting lost momentarily in them.

"Because you won't be there" a tear falls from his eyes and you quickly wipe it away, holding his face in your hands.

"aw sweetie, I'll always be there, even if I'm not with you every day, you can always call me" you kiss his cheek, comforting him, wiping away more tears.

" it's not the same, I just want to be with you all the time, you make me feel like nothing else on earth, when I'm with you nothing matters y/n, I don't know how you do it but I don't want it to ever stop" now it was your turn to cry, no one had ever made you feel so special or important in your life and it felt so good to hear those words leave his mouth.

"Oh Thomas, I don't ever want to be without you either, but you know I have a life back home, outside of the band. I'm only a short drive away, you can come to see me whenever you want and whenever you feel sad I'll be there as soon as you call" It broke your heart to see him so vulnerable, but you knew there was nothing you could do, you lived about ten minutes out of Rome, you couldn't afford the city.

"I feel so selfish, I just want you all to myself all of the time. I count down the days to the start of every tour because I know that I'll get to wake up and see you every day, that I get to spend all the time in the world with you, with nothing keeping you from me" He sits up, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"I know sweetheart, I know" Is all you could say, you were choking on your own words, it hurt so much that you couldn't be with him all the time.

"I don't even just mean with me physically, y/n you complete me, you make me a better man and I..." he pauses, wondering if he was really about to say what he was going to say.

"I love you y/n and I know you feel the same way about me, I've just always been too scared to do anything in case I scare you off because I can't bear to lose you" you pull away from the hug to look him in the eyes once more.

"Thomas, I've been in love with you since we first met you have no idea what it means to me to hear you say this" the two of you lean into each other, your lips inches away from his but before anything could happen the door bursts open, causing you to jump away from each other.

"Y/N Dami's been siiiickkkk" Ethan whines, stumbling into the room throwing Damiano down onto the bed beside you. Just like that, you had been snapped out of your cute moment with Thomas and back to the reality of the mother of the group.

"oh dear, let's get you cleaned up shall we?" you get up pulling Damiano up with him and take him to the bathroom, stopping at the door to look over at Thomas who just had the biggest grin on his face that you had ever seen. Even though you had been interrupted you knew that things had changed forever and that you'd have plenty of time to carry the moment on later, running a bath for your drunk friend you couldn't hep but smile too, everything was perfect in that moment and you wouldn't have it any other way.

#måneskin imagine #thomas raggi imagine #måneskin #thomas raggi #band imagines #imagines #valyntyneimagines #fluff #valyntyneraggi

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supraveng · 4 years ago

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Marvelous Friends part 1

Summary: You join your best friend at a party, and meet the man of your dreams?

Characters: Reader, Benedict Cumberbatch x Sophie Hunter, RDJ x Susan Downey, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans

Warnings: cursing, reader in over her head, bad writing...

“Oh, for fuck’s sake Aaron, you are supposed to be preventing these things, not causing them“ you scream into your cell phone so agitated by this whole thing that you aren’t even aware that there are people watching you from the window.

You stepped outside trying to not cause a scene or god forbid have Sophie’s kids hear you and repeat anything you might say. You finally hang up and throw your phone across the lawn as Benedict comes out the door to check on you.

“Everything ok dear?” he approaches you with a smirk knowing full well that you are irritated beyond rational conversation. “Can I get you anything?” he asks. Turning to face him now that you’ve taken a few deep breaths,

“I think I need a new manager, got any good ones lying around?” you reply.

“Holy Shit! That was your manager! I just thought your husband was in the doghouse! Hi, I’m Robert” he sticks out his hand and you shake it, thankfully you are still too riled up to get star struck and make a fool of yourself.

“Hi, sorry, I didn’t intend to be that loud, but that man is an absolute jackass! I’m Y/N” you respond as you blow out some air and try to calm down.

“Y/N darling, you need a drink, let me make you a martini”

“No, Benny, I’m your babysitter tonight and you know one martini turns into 5” you smirk as you follow the two of them back into the house.

Sophie is coming down the stairs and her smile disappears when she sees your red face and Benedict heading toward the kitchen. “Y/N, what happened? Are you ok?” she asks, her voice thick with worry.

“Oh Phie, I’m fine, Aaron is just trying my patience and I couldn’t stay quiet” you smile as she wraps you in a hug, then busts out laughing.

“Well, that’s a long time coming, I’m not sure how you have worked with him this long without bloodshed” she quips as Benedict hands you a cup of tea.

“I’m not that bad to work with, I just don’t like my personal life to be used without my permission. Ugh, I just don’t have the energy for him today, I wanted to come and have fun with Kit, Hal & Finn” you whine as you sip your tea “but apparently the drama pays off because this is the best cup of tea Benny has ever made for me, thank you” you reach up and peck his cheek “I’m feeling better already.”

“Good, because the boys have a list of fun for you tonight and they are extremely excited.” Sophie responds “Oh, and this is Susan, Robert’s wife”

“It’s nice to meet you, now you all go on and have a lovely dinner and don’t worry about us” you smile to the couples as you head upstairs to check on the kids.

Three hours later the two couples walk back into the house to find you frantically typing on your laptop at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, with a cold cup of tea next to you. You jump when you hear someone clear their throat, not realizing they had come in and were all staring at you.

“What? Why are you all staring at me?” you ask.

Sophie shakes her head and giggles at you “we asked if you wanted to join us for a drink, apparently you are very focused on your work and didn’t even hear us come in.”

“Sorry, I was planning my wedding” you reply with a smirk “Kit proposed again, actually, I’m not sure this was a proposal, it was more or less a list of reasons why my previous decline is not being accepted. Apparently, age is just a number and I can move to England right away, so the wedding is next week” you explain as you follow the others over to the bar.

Benedict turned around with a guilty look on his face, “what did you do?” his wife asks with a pointed glare. “I was reassuring our son that if he liked someone and made his intentions known then any girl would be lucky to have him, but in my defense, I thought he was talking about that little girl down the street, Madison. They were playing yesterday and he seemed smitten, so when he mentioned his love living in the US and not in England…..I was trying to help” he huffed out as he started pouring the drinks.

You all start laughing and realize that since it’s Benedict’s fault, he will have to break it to Kit that you will not be marrying him next week. “Why do I have to be the bad guy here? It was an accident!” Ben protests “and why didn’t you just tell him you have a boyfriend already and can’t marry him?”

“Because I would never lie to Kit” you respond, sipping your martini. “I haven't really met anyone since I moved back from Vancouver, a few dates here or there but no one to write home about" you say with a shrug “Well, in that case, can I give you away at the wedding?” Robert asks and thankfully lightens the mood. It was another two hours of drinking and laughing with your oldest and newest friends before you all decide to call it a night.

“Y/N, Robert and I are having friends over to our place on Sunday, we would love for you to be there” Susan states as they are heading toward the door. “That’s so sweet, thank you, I’ll just tag along as an extra Cumberbatch” you tell her as you hug her goodbye.

You wake the next morning and know that you have a ton of work to do and 0 motivation. Deciding to distract yourself as best you can, you text Sophie about the party at Susan & Robert’s.

So what kind of party is this thing tomorrow?

Phie: They usually have 30 or so people, tons of food, drinks, but very laid back. I think you will like it

That’s reassuring, the last thing I need is to make a fool out of myself in front of Ben’s celebrity friends

Phie: Oh, there will definitely be celebs there, but honestly I have no idea who, most likely a bunch of the Marvel crew, those who are in town anyway….but don’t stress, they are all mostly normal people, lol

Well, I’m going to work on some writing and then maybe try to find something nice to wear to the party, I might make a fool of myself, but I need to look like I have my act together

Phie: Send me pics, I’ll help you decide….btw Ben has been questioning me on your dating habits, I have a funny feeling that he might try to set you up...

Well, that sounds dreadful, I love your husband but what is his track record for match making?

Phie: I don't think he's actually ever tried to set anyone up before

Fantastic, I'm the guinea pig 🙄

Ok, what do you think of these, I don’t want to be overdressed or look like I’m homeless

Phie: I love them both, but how about you were the short one & I borrow the blue one?

That is a great idea! I’ll be there a bit early so we can get ready together. Who is staying home with the boys?

Phie: Actually, day time parties with the Downey’s usually includes the kids, so they will be joining us

Time for the party came earlier than you had anticipated as you pulled up to Phie’s house, Kit came running out the door with a big smile on his face. Crouching down you scooped him into a hug and kissed his cheek.

“Well aren’t you in a good mood today, handsome?” asking as you set him back down. He grabbed your hand and began dragging you back to the house.

“Mum told me we can’t get married next week, but I can still love you for the rest of my life, isn’t that great!” he exclaimed as you walked in the front door.

“That is the best thing I’ve heard all week! And I get to love you for the rest of my life too” you reply watching the realization hit him and his smile get even bigger and run off to tell everyone the good news. Before you could do anything, you went back out to your car and grabbed your bags and then headed up to Phie’s bedroom to get ready.

“There you are, I was beginning to worry” she said as she pecked your cheek and gave you a hug, then handed you a glass.

“Did you start day drinking without me?” you inquire as you sip on the merlot with a smile on your face.

“I just opened the bottle for us to enjoy while we get ready. I spoke with Kit and the wedding is off but he understands and all is well. Benedict tried and, just made everything messier” she responded while pulling the blue dress from the garment bag.

“You did a fantastic job, he gave me the biggest hug and seems very happy that we will not be getting married” you giggle as you move around her room figuring out the best place to put your things.

“I think he’ll be more upset about you taking off next week than anything, that’s why I’m not planning on telling him until after you’ve gone. He has grown really attached to you” she smirks as she’s slipping the dress on.

Before you realize it, the wine bottle is empty and Ben is knocking on the door.

“You two look amazing as always, but the car is here, so we need to head out. Can you bring Kit down with you while I go down and get Hal & Finn seated in the car?” he asks as Kit comes in and gasps looking up at his mom.

“Mum, you look like a princess” he hugs her legs and looks up at her lovingly.

“Thank you love, you look very handsome. Are you ready to go? Do you have your bag?” she asks while rubbing his back.

“Oh, I need to get that, and can I give Y/N her present now?” You look over a bit confused

“oh Kit, you didn’t have to get me a gift” you tell him as he gives you a hug.

“But it’s important to show the people you love how special they are, I’ll be right back” he states as he heads back downstairs. You look at Sophie confused and she just smirks at you as both follow him down to the kitchen. He holds up a cupcake with a huge grin on his face.

“This is for you, because you are as sweet as a cupcake. And that’s a ring you can wear to remind you that you are wonderful when I’m not here to tell you.”

You feel like you are about to cry, it was by far the most sincere and thoughtful thing you have ever heard. “Thank you! I love it & I love you!” you told him as you kissed his forehead and put the ring on.

“Alright, let’s get going Kit, dad and your brothers are in the car waiting for us!” Sophie grabbed his hand and laced your arm with hers as she ushered you all out the door.

Stepping out of the car at the Downey’s house you started walking towards the door when Kit came up and grabbed your hand.

“Can I be your date tonight?” he asked with a shy grin.

“Absolutely! There’s no one else I would want to accompany me tonight.”

Ben turns to you, holding Hal & Finn “remember Kit, the kids are going to be playing upstairs, but you can join us when you get hungry, alright?”

“Yes, dad, but Y/N is still my girl” he stated proudly as you walked through the door.

“That’s right Ben, I’m Kit’s girl!” you lean down and kiss the top of his head just before he heads up the stairs with his dad. Sophie grabbed your arm and the two of you headed further into the house.

Robert spotted you almost immediately and came over hugging you both “where is the fiance? Are all the details in place for the ceremony? I’m still walking you down the aisle right?”

“Hi Robert, I’m sorry but the ceremony has been cancelled. Sophie was able to talk some sense into Kit since Benny was useless” you reply.

“I heard that!” Ben remarks as he’s coming into the room. “And in my defense, I’m not useless, just not very good at telling my son no.”

“It’s alright dahling, you tried your best.” Sophie tried to console Benedict who seemed to take your statement to heart.

“Well, I’m glad you made it, can I get you a drink?” Susan asked as an attempt to move on to a more neutral conversation.

“Yes, please” you replied happily as you followed her to the bar.

“Y/N? Y/N L/N? Holy Shit!” You heard from the doorway to the next room, where most of the party goers had already gathered. You turned and was shocked

“Seb? Holy Shit! How are you?” you asked as you moved over to hug him. “It’s been so long, I’m surprised you recognized me.”

“I’m good” he responded “and yea, it’s been like...10 years? And you look great, haven’t aged a bit!”

You laughed at his response “that is an absolute lie, but I will take the compliment anyway.” you giggle at him. He was always such a nice guy to work with and genuinely considerate to everyone on set. His charming personality always made you smile.

“This is so great running into you, I saw your interview on Good Day LA last week. You are doing so great!” he said with a huge smile.

“Oh thanks, but I think that may have been the worst interview in the history of television. I was honestly hoping no one saw it” you cringed rethinking how quickly the questions had gone off the rails. You are a writer, becoming more well known over the past decade so interviews were becoming more common for you, but that one felt more like a Twilight Zone episode.

“Well, it was a bit crazy, but you handled a lot better than most people would. I was impressed” he grinned as he took a sip of his beer.

“Thanks, I appreciate that, and my whole deer in headlights reaction.” you commented as you took the drink Susan offered.

“Hey, I didn’t know you knew each other?” you heard Robert say as he came up from behind you “and what happened in the interview?”

“Yea, I was writing for Gossip Girl, back when Seb was on and he was constantly teasing me for being cold” you reminded him with a smirk.

“New York in fall is beautiful, not cold! You are crazy!” he responds as he starts laughing at me.

“And the interview was a shit show that I barely made it out alive” you state with a roll of your eyes.

“That’s not true, you put that woman in her place and didn’t seem fazed by her ridiculous questions at all” he told me.

“What the hell happened?” Robert seemed more interested than I thought he would

“we were talking about my new book and the book tour coming up, then all of a sudden she’s asking me about my ex” I responded as I shrugged my shoulders. Sebastian looked at me “then, the woman asks if she’s seeing anyone now, and your response was priceless, I might steal it if you don’t mind” he states as he’s laughing remembering the interview.

“Y/N, dear, what did you say?” Robert asks with a smirk.

“I asked her ‘why? Are you shooting your shot?” as you start laughing too, realizing that you probably couldn’t have planned it if you tried. At this point you realize there are more of the Marvel friends standing around listening to your conversation and you don’t even care.

Your first drink is kicking in and it’s not like you are ever going to see these people again. “Honestly, I don’t know why she even mentioned my ex, nobody cares who I’m dating, I’m a writer”

“Yes, but when us writers date high profile celebrities, people want to know” Sophie reminds you as she puts her arm around you.

“Oh Phie, high profile is a bit of a stretch doncha think? But you are always my voice of reason, this is why I love you!” you say as you kiss her cheek. Looking around the room you wonder if there’s anyone else here you know, when you see Chris Evans on the other side of the room.

Benedict immediately follows your line of sight and smirks before taking your empty glass. “I think you need a refill, here allow me, why don't you and Sophie go find a place to chat.”

His wife shakes her head and gives you a small sympathetic smile before sending him back for refills. Sophie drags you further into the room and finds a spot to sit that gives you a better view of Mr. Evans.

“I didn’t realize you knew Sebastian” she said as she sat.

“Yea, we worked together when I was living in NY, that was 10 or 12 years ago. I didn’t know you knew him” you respond. She looks at you questioningly, then shakes her head.

“All the Marvel people know each other, you still haven’t watched the movies, have you?”

“Um, I haven’t seen all of them, there are a lot, but I did watch Doctor Weirdo, and Benny was very good!” you respond quite proud of yourself.

“Bloody hell! It’s Doctor Strange, we’ve had this discussion before” Ben states as he hands you your fresh drink.

“Ok, I’m sorry. Doctor Strange, although I don’t think that’s much better than Doctor Weirdo. And in my defense, your facial hair in the movie gave me nightmares'' you say as you sip on your drink.

“Anyway, did the ex contact you after the interview? I’m just curious?” Ben asks, rolling his eyes at you.

You scrunch up your nose at the question “no, why would he? I haven’t spoken to him in the last four years. And honestly I'm sure he deleted my number. Can we talk about anyone else?"

"Yes, what's the schedule on the book tour? How long will you be gone?" Sophie acts trying to defuse the irritation in your voice with the mention of your ex.

You can tell by the way she's glancing at her husband that she's trying to figure out why he brought up your ex knowing full well that if he had contacted you, she would have been the first one to know about it..

"Oh I'm flying out next Sunday, heading for NYC, then I'll be in Boston for 2 days, then a day In Philly, a day in Baltimore and I'm not 100% of the cities after that, other than ending up the following week in Miami so I can be with the family for spring break" you mention to them.

"Did I hear you say you are only going to Boston for 2 days, that's not nearly long enough" you hear a deep voice state as you look up and see Chris Evan's standing next to Seb and walking closer to you.

Holding out his hand "I'm Chris, I don't think we've met" he states.

You plaster the most sincere smile you can on your face in hopes of not drooling at the sight of him, shaking his hand "I'm Y/N, and yes, this tour is only 2 days in Boston, but I lived there for 5 years so I’ve seen quite a bit already” you respond.

“Huh? For someone who’s cold all the time, you seem to wind up in colder climates” Seb laughs at you. “Shut up! You are the worst!” you respond with a laugh.

“It’s true though, darling. And you always call me to complain about it!” Sophie responds with a smirk.

“OK, in my defense, Boston was a needed escape from my family, whom I love dearly but can be quite suffocating at times. Then Chicago was my first real job after graduation and I couldn’t pass that up! And as my best friend, Phie, you are required to listen to all my complaining, regardless of the topic” you state matter of factly.

“And last year in Vancouver, that was the worst yet, she would send me photos of eyelashes with ice crystals on them” Sophie laughs remembering your first winter in Canada and how miserable you were.

“That was awful and you and Benny both ridiculed me, I’m still emotionally scared”

“So, you don’t like the cold but keep torturing yourself?” Chris asks with a smirk.

“It appears I do, but it’s always for good reason. Chicago was an opportunity I couldn’t resist, if I had taken that job, I probably wouldn't have published my first novel” you explain with fondness.

“That’s not true, Y/N. Your first novel was incredible and it would have been published eventually” Ben states as he takes your empty glass.

“Benedict has read my book?” you asked Sophie completely shocked.

“He has read all of your novels, but I think the first 3 was trying to find juicy gossip on how we met or something to try and blackmail you later, I’m not quite sure” she responds with a shrug.

“Hold on” Seb interjects “your book, Searching for more, is about Sophie?”

“Yes, and no” you respond “the adventure that Annabell has is loosely based on my summer after high school before moving to Boston. And her new found friend, Fiona, is Sophie to a T! And I’m also shocked that you’ve read it” you eyed him suspiciously.

“Ok, so you really married a French man when you were 18 and brought him back with you?” Seb asks, completely disregarding that you questioned him about reading the book. How did your day turn out like this? This was the most surreal moment you have had in a long time.

“No, he wasn’t French, he was Belgian!” Benedict responds as he comes back in with refills. You start laughing when you see the way Chris and Seb are staring at you wide eyed.

“Oh my gosh! No, I didn’t get married when I was 18. And Benny, you weren't there, you don’t know anything” shaking your head. “Annabelle’s story is loosely based on events that occurred, we didn’t get married…..and he was Swiss, I think.” you snicker when you look over at Sophie for confirmation, she shrugs and takes a drink.

The five of you continue to chat for another hour or so when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn to see Kit smiling at you with a cup in his hand “I missed you” he states as he climbs up into your lap and hugs you around your neck.

“I missed you too little man, do anything fun while you were upstairs?” you asked as he made himself more comfortable.

“I didn’t know you had a kid” Seb says as you are trying to balance the 5 year old in your lap with your drink in your hand.

Kit looks up at him “she’s not my mum, she’s my girl! That’s my mum” he states as he points to Sophie.

“Oh, well, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Seb, this is my friend Chris. What’s your name?” he asks while Kit plops himself in the middle of the group as though he should have been there all along.

“I’m Kit” he states as he extends his hand to both Chris and Sebastian.

“So, she’s your girl, huh?” Chris asks with a smirk “is it serious?”

“Very! He gave me a ring today, see.” showing Chris your right hand and the Wonder Woman ring.

“Wait a minute, the wedding is cancelled, but you still gave her a ring? I’m not sure that’s how it works buddy” Robert kneels down talking to Kit.

“it’s ok, I get to love her forever and we can get married when I’m 30!” Kit explains as he rushes off to join the other kids.

You all turn and look at Sophie “I thought you fixed it Phie! You’ve just given him a deadline!" you gasp.

She smiles at you with a guilty look on her face "I think you might need to grab a bite to eat before you have another drink. And honestly, I'm sure he will forget all about this in a few months. Besides, I won't let my 30 year old son marry some 60 something year old hag that's after him for his money!" she states as seriously as possible.

You deadpan "thanks for that. I need a new best friend" you roll your eyes and head towards the food.

"Well, I didn't see that coming" Robert chuckles as he watches the two of you walk out of the room.

"That actually went better than I expected" Ben responds and shakes his head, "those two are worse than siblings."

A/N: I had an idea of who the ex is, but I may just leave it open for interpretation, he does come into the story later, but can remain faceless

#marvel au #avengers au #marvel cast rpf #sebastian stan x reader #chris evans x reader #rdj x reader #benedict cumberbatch #sebastian stan #chris evans fan fiction #robert downey jr #benedict cumberbatch x reader

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lunarfly · 4 years ago

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Ok so I decided to finally post the promised: defending Romione (🥺💗💕💖💞💘) against Dr*mione (ಠಿ_ಠ) shippers.

So I've read a few posts about Dr*mione shippers, talking about why their ship is amazing (which had nothing to do with canon btw) and bashing Ron (for no reason) and I'm literally shaking out of anger.

Here are my thoughts:

1. "Ron is too dumb for hermione"

Stop- Just-

Stop.

RON IS NOT DUMB.

Yes, he might not be very interested in school subjects, but 👏 that 👏 doesn't 👏 mean 👏 he 👏 is 👏 dumb 👏.

He is actually very smart! He beat McGonagall's chess game, he is logical and quick-thinking. There's MANY examples of this that I won't name right now, but it's a canonical fact. Ron. Is. Not. Dumb.

And consider he was dumb. So? Would that stop Romione from happening? NO! Hermione didn't mind Ron not being smart. She was just upset that Ron was lazy and wouldn't study anything until the last minute. She wanted to get both Harry and Ron to study according to a schedule.

Is it clear? Intelligence doesn't determine love.

**And this is something that confuses me. This doesn't have anything to do with the point, but why does nobody realize that Harry isn't much smarter than Ron? Yes, he was better at DADA but that requires TALENT, not intelligence. And I'm pretty sure we all know that Ron is talented as well (hopefully everyone realizes that). Nobody uses the fact that Harry wasn't intelligent against Harmione, but everyone uses the fact that Ron wasn't intelligent against Romione. The double standards tear apart the fandom.

2. "Ron bought hermione perfume and Draco could get her something better."

Soooo, you're saying that just because Ron didn't have the money that Draco had means that Hermione didn't deserve Ron?

Wow, this just says a lot about you dr*mione shippers. You only care about the money that Draco has, not his personality. You don't like Ron because he's poor (and I know how FanFics give the "kind Draco" Ron's canon personality so the only "problem" with Ron is his looks and lack of money). And you don't see Hermione nor Ron the way they are. This "point" of yours is literally stating that Hermione should be a gold-digger and get Draco because he can get her the expensive presents that she deserves. Yikes.

3. "Draco can understand the emotional side of Hermione while Ron can't."

Wait

What?

WHERE DO YOU GET THIS IDEA FROM-

Draco is only EVER concerned about his own self, he is a NARCISSIST. He would NEVER care for someone (let alone Hermione) as purely and truly as he cared about himself. He didn't even care about Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson etc. He was selfish. The only reason he could express his emotions was because he had to go through a lot since he realized that killing Dumbledore wasn't as easy as bullying Hermione. This would never ever work.

And even if Ron didn't understand her as much, he STILL comforted her. Take the beginning chapters of The Deathly Hallows as an example. You'll see.

4. "Ron is too immature."

I need help.

Of course Ron was immature when he was 11!! Yes, he acted immaturely many times, yes, he made many mistakes, but guess what? He changed! He changed for Hermione!! Draco didn't change at all, not for Hermione, nor for anyone else. He remained the same bratty bully.

If you could reread the books and read prisoner of azkaban vs deathly hallows, you will definitely see how much Ron has matured. He doesn't argue with Hermione anymore, he comforts her, he's there for her. Yes, he made a mistake but he was manipulated by the horcrux! We don't blame Ginny for what tom riddle's diary made her do, do we? So stop blaming Ron!

Anyways, I think if dr*mione shippers have read the books, they'll know what I'm talking about when I say Ron changed for Hermione. I honestly don't know how you could miss Ron's character arc.

5. "Ron would be jealous of the brilliant Hermione."

What?

If I remember correctly, the reason Draco bullied the trio was because he was jealous of them. His jealousy turned into a 7 year torture for the trio and now you're saying that Ron is the jealous one? Please.

But anyways, Ron has been jealous of Harry and has made a few mistakes. But there are reasons behind them and I can defend him for each of these with arguments other than "everyone makes mistakes" (cough cough* Draco stans* cough cough).

First of all, Ron has admitted being jealous of Harry's fame because he lives with 5 older brothers who outshine him. But that's not really a mistake because he never let it get in his way. There were only 2 situations in 7 years when he left Harry out of jealousy but I think these have different explainations.

No1 Ron left in goblet of fire. I think the real reason that Ron let his jealousy get in his way this time, was not only because Harry got to participate in the tournament which could bring him eternal glory, but more likely because he was disappointed that his own best friend didn't even tell him that he was entering and didn't even help him participate (which wasn't true, but Ron thought so back then).

No2 Ron left in deathly hallows. This one was 100% because of the horcrux and I think we should all accept this by now and stop hating on Ron for being affected by dark magic.

And just like that, Ron never let his jealousy get in his way of friendships. I can't think of a situation where Ron is jealous of the brilliant Hermione so if you remember, please let me know so I can argue against it. <3

6. "Ron and Hermione would break up and remain friends, it's easy to imagine because they didn't have a strong relationship."

This was actually said, someone actually said this-

I'm just going to say that Ron and Hermione are happily married to this day (which definitely proves that their relationship is strong) and give the dr*mione community a moment of silence.

7. "Ron didn't do anything for Hermione and was just a jerk."

Coming from a person who has read and reread the books multiple times, I can assure you that Ron did many things for Hermione.

Of course, he was immature at first, he was mean to her, but slowly he started seeing more of the good in Hermione and started changing for her.

And even when he was immature, he still cared about Hermione and would protect her no matter what.

Let's remember how many times rubbish Ron stood up for Hermione against the brilliant bully Draco. 🥰

Let's remember how cowardly Ronald faced his fears of spiders to help Hermione (and the rest of the school, just how jerkier can he get?). 🥰

Let's remember how ridiculous Ronniekins stood up for Hermione against sensational Snape and got himself into detention (oh yes, this is the book version of the movie moment where Ron agrees with Snape about Hermione being an 'insufferable know-it-all'). 🥰

Let's remember how rotten Ronny comforted Hermione when she was worried about Hagrid and Buckbeak (and he even let her hug him and cry on his shoulder, how rude). 🥰

Let's remember how revolting Ronald sacrificed himself to save Harry and Hermione in the chess game. 🥰

Let's remember how horrendous Ron attempted to hex Draco when he used a slur that was meant to offend Hermione. 🥰

Keep in mind that all of these were done when Ron was still immature and still argued a lot with Hermione.

And these aren't even all.

8. "Ron and Hermione have a loveless marriage."

What the-

I'm sorry, I'm trying to be respectful here but this is crap. And the fact that the person said they also had "proof" from the c*rsed ch*ld but didn't want to spoil it-

As much as I hate the c*rsed ch*ld, I can tell you that it did its job portraying Ron and Hermione's unconditional love. Even in alternative realities, where they didn't get married, they were still in love.

And why would you even think that Ron and Hermione would marry and have kids if they didn't love each other? I need explainations.

Next.

9. "Ron never listens to Hermione."

I'm sorry, what? I'm genuinely confused??

What do you even mean by this? Yeah, they used to argue a lot, and? Ron thinks Hermione is brilliant and wonderful and he follows her advice. I can't recall a moment where Ron won't listen to Hermione, doesn't agree with her and ruins her plans. Anyone else?

Since this one is a big mess and a confusion, I'll move on to the next one until someone explains the points and arguments.

10. "Draco could make Hermione laugh while Ron couldn't."

....

Do I really need to say anything for this one?

Ron was the funniest one from the trio, that's why Harry enjoyed his company so much! Don't you remember the line in goblet of fire where Harry thinks about how much he misses having Ron as his best friend, because without him there's less fun and less laughs? I do.

But what I don't remember is finding Draco's sense of humor funny. I'm sorry but his intellectual level is almost as low as Crabbe and Goyle's. His insults are none other than Potty and Weaselbee, he only got 3 O.W.L.s and all of his jokes were stupid and dumb and their only purpose was insulting people he was jealous of.

These fanfics have rotten people's brains...😬

Anyways, I'm going to stop here. I've delayed this post for very long and I'm so excited to finally post it!

I read a book on wattpad by a dr*mione shipper and it was nothing but a giant headache. That's where I got all of these statements from. Most of the garbage in the book revolved around Draco and Hermione being inseparable and getting over all obstacles (wth) and other stupid stuff like that which really annoyed me. The book was called "why we love dr*mione" and it was by Bittenwizard. You can read and enjoy! Trust me, you'll have lots of content to post about after that 🤠👍

*I always try to be respectful to all ships, but sometimes some of them really anger me because the ships are either toxic or the arguments are plain trash. I'm sorry if I offend anyone.

Thank you for reading this. If you're a dr*mione shipper, I hope I've convinced you to give up the ship or come up with better arguments for it.

If you're an anti-dramione I hope you enjoyed the post. I'll delight you with more anti-toxic-ships content. :)

Thank you once again! <3

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heyovivi · 4 years ago

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ACOTAR 6? (MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ACOSF)

Okay! I just finished A Court of Silver Flames and absolutely love Nesta’s journey and this is coming from a person who didn’t really like Nesta from the beginning. Her journey of healing and finding herself was beautiful and her journey with Cassian was heart-wrenching and sexy and I just loved it all! But anyways, more on that later, I have some predictions for the next book.

So I usually don’t go into anything without spoiling myself so before I even picked up ACOSF from a bookshelf at Target (don’t worry I was able to read both bonus chapters; meaning Azriel’s and the Feyre and Rhys’ chapters) I knew a little about ACOSF already. Now, ACOSF wasn’t deeply plotted and there wasn’t any world building like there was when we read the first three book--although it didn’t really matter to me I still enjoyed the book. ACOSF was all about Nesta and her journey and an insight to her thoughts and why she is the way she is and although I felt that at some points I hated Nesta I could still understand her frustrations and I could understand that she was deeply flawed as a character--which is fine.

Now, even if ACOSF didn’t have a huge plot there were some key elements that will probably be very important in the next book such as Koschei, the remaining Mortal Queens, the Band of Exiles, Azriel’s journey, and Elain’s journey. But one key thing I noticed was Eris. Now he didn’t appear that much in the book and if he did it was during moments where his presence was essential to the plot (such as being kidnapped by Queen Brialynn and Koschei), but in that last chapter he appeared in it seemed like there was more to the story, to his story specifically. I think that maybe we might be getting a book on Eris.

A lot of people say that ACOSF is reminiscent of Tower of Dawn from the Throne of Glass series, where instead of following Aelin in her quest to free her kingdom and stop Maeve, we instead venture into a Chaol-centered book where we kind of try to understand his point of view and character growth. So maybe, and this is just a theory or prediction, maybe we’ll get a similar thing with Eris.

From that one little conversation we get with Cassian and Eris, it appears that Eris is kind’ve jealous of the Night Court and it’s relationships with the other courts in Prythian. A lot of people have already pointed how much Eris could be a lot like Rhys in the manner that Eris wants the Autumn Court to be seen not as the fiery court of rage and misery, but instead wants to be a beacon for those who dwell there. And you do see some parallels between Rhys and Eris and their upbringing with their fathers being very strict figures in their lives but with Eris there was an emphasize of abuse somewhere along the line.

Now I’m not saying that Eris is getting a book or that his book even next, but I think that we have not heard the full story of what happened between both him and Mor, and I really want to know the entire story of what had happened in Eris’ life to make him seem like such a conniving person. But if I’m being honest I would much rather read a book about Eris’ efforts to lift the Autumn Court than a book about Mor--just my preference you don’t have to agree with me.

Now here are my runner ups for who could be the possible voice of ACOTAR 6.

Azriel

Elain

No, not Azriel and Elain, but Azriel or Elain. Now there were a lot of people saying that the book is either about Elain and Azriel, or Azriel and Gwyn, or Elain and Lucien--and I’m not going to shut down anyone’s theories but I’m going to share my own. Again, if you feel peeved about what sides or ships I support then stop reading when you get pissed because I can live with the fact that not everyone is going to agree with my theories.

First off, Azriel.

I’m going to be honest, from what I read on Tumblr mainly I thought Azriel’s role in ACOSF was going to be way bigger, but I still enjoyed his dry humor and presence when he was there. Though when it comes to Miss Sarah J Mass we have to pay attention to every little detail in her books and if you caught onto his distance from Mor during the Solstice party or his reluctance to hold baby Nyx because of his scarred hands then I think it’s pretty telling that the next book could be about Azriel and his journey with coming face to face with his trauma, his past, and maybe his unsteady relationship with the Illyrians; not to mention his five century one-sided love with Mor.

If you know me, or looked at any of my content, you should know that I am a hardcore Gwynriel shipper. I love Gwyn and fell in love with the ship almost immediately so much so that I’m embarrassed that I entertained the idea of shipping Azriel with Emerie or Clotho. I think that she might play a pivotal role in his journey to healing and that he might also play a large role in hers as well. Through his bonus chapter we can kind of see the sparks of something starting between them, I’m guessing it’s tied to theories that they are mates or to the theory that Gwyn could be a possibly lightsinger. All I know for sure right now is that Gwyn’s story is definitely not over with and I except see more of her in the future along with the other Valkyries as well.

Finally, Elain.

Now I don’t think the next book is about Elain but I do feel that out of all of the other characters her story is in the making? I’ve been told numerous times that Elain will be getting a book of her own, but we don’t know when and we don’t know what it is going to be about. Now, I’m not the hugest fan of Elain and it all goes back to her and Nesta just sitting around when Feyre was in the woods fighting for her life and there's as well. I know that she apologized and felt guilty afterwards but her excuse was “we gave up and she didn’t” just did not do it for me.

It was in this passage from A Court of Thorns and Roses, where my distaste for Elain blossomed:

The mercenary transferred the coins to my waiting palm, and I tucked them into my pocket, their weight as heavy as milestone. There was no possible chance that my sisters hadn’t spotted the money--no chance they weren’t already wondering how they might persuade me to give them some.

...I felt my sisters sweep closer, like vultures circling a carcass.

Like at least we knew Nesta was the “wolf” as she described herself. We knew she had a sharp-tongue and we knew she could be a bitch with her words. But Elain, she was described as innocent and nice, and yes when you paint her in a garden with flowers and frilly dresses she does just seem like some Cinderella-like character but after five books, especially after ACOSF my hate for Elain has just grown. Like after ACOWAR, I just thought she was boring--yes, she had a hand in killing the king of Hybern but that hype was kind’ve stolen away when Nesta ripped his head from his body.

Since then, we haven’t really, really got a full look through with Elain and a large part of that is because we haven’t gotten her point of view, like not even in A Court of Frost and Starlight. From what we know about her, canonically, no theories or anything, she likes to garden, she likes to cook, her friends are Cerridwen and Nuala, she doesn’t want to confront that bond she has with Lucien, and she has an attraction to Azriel. But beyond that we don’t know anything--there were things that I kept out even though they were mentioned in ACOSF but there is also a lot of mystery around the things she said and claimed to do--even Cassian questioned them but didn’t approach her about the topic.

I don’t think we have enough of a story to build up on Elain. For the most part I feel like her presence in ACOSF was mostly there to just piss Nesta off. Literally, in every scene she has with Nesta, she is pissing her off, setting her off, making her yell or scream, or making the silver flames ignite. And this is extremely out of character for Elain. Yes, we don’t get enough of her, but from what we can gather, Elain usually is not one to push buttons but I wonder why she did with Nesta.

Here are a few passages that I just found beguiling while reading Nesta’s interactions with Elain:

Elain stepped closer, brown eyes wide. Undoubtedly wholly convinced of her own innocence, her innate goodness. “It’s the truth. We did this because we love you, and we worry for you, and if Father were here--”

“Don’t ever mention him.” Nesta bared her teeth, but kept her voice low. “Never fucking mention him again.”

Mentioning their father? A very taboo subject for Nesta. And Elain stans like to argue that Elain is quiet and docile because she is an observer. She takes things in and she tucks them away in her memory, but if she’d paid so much attention then why would she mention their father to Nesta? Feyre noted Nesta’s relationship with their father in book one, so there is no way that Elain herself didn’t know about it.

Here is another line from their conversation I thought were very weird to read about and I’ll explain why:

Elain crossed her arms and said calmly, sadly, “Feyre warned me this might happen.”

Bullseye. Nesta doesn’t like to be talked about, to be judged. We learned that in ACOSF and again if Elain was this person who sees and pays attention she should’ve known this or caught on.

I think in this scene, Elain was purposely trying to set off Nesta.

Nesta cleared her throat. “Cassian said it might be good if I came.”

Elain’s eyes flickered. “Did Feyre pay you, like last year?”

“No,” shame washed over her.

Elain sighed, glancing over Nesta’s shoulder to the open doorway across the entry. The party within, only for their small inner circle. “Please don’t upset Feyre. It’s her birthday, first of all. And in her state--”

“Oh, fuck you,” Nesta snapped, and then choked.

Nesta was actually trying to get better at this point. She even risked going to a party despite not feeling welcomed just because Cassian told her it might be good for her to be surrounded by her family and for her not be alone on the holiday. You could even tell how by the way Nesta is keeping herself away she is still uncomfortable but the thing is she still showed up which is a sure sign she is improving.

I don’t know why Elain started talking about the year before or about upsetting Feyre--literally wanted to slap the bitch in this scene. Like I just want to know why Elain pressed so hard. Then afterwards she waved it off as if she hadn’t just said what she said and acted normally. I can not tell you how mad I was at this--like especially for a sensitive character like Nesta who is ALWAYS In her thoughts and always takes things to a deep level. Like what Elain said could’ve just broken a vital part of Nesta and caused her to relapse.

Anyways, I think Elain’s behavior in ACOSF could hint at the Evil Elain theory. Although I don’t think it’s going to come in the next book--it might build in the next book but at most I think Elain’s story will come to fruition in ACOTAR 7 or 8 and isn’t going to be about her journey or soul searching but maybe we’ll be getting the point of view of a villain. Like there were many mysterious hints dropped in ACOSF and the way I interpreted them is that Elain is planning something and if her behavior matches her actions, it’s something that could possibly affect her sisters.

Plus, you have to wonder how Brialynn and Koschei knew everything. They knew all the IC’s moves and all of Nesta’s moves...but how? A lot of the time when Nesta was given a mission by Rhys it was in the River House and we also know that Elain has been getting better at sneaking around without being detected so it’s not too farfetched that Elain could be the spy. You don’t have to agree with me but I think it’s a pretty solid theory as far as they go.

But do tell me your thoughts I would love to hear them. I’m sorry if I offended anyone in the end but we all have to just respect everyone’s opinion so no fights or slander, especially in my comment section.

#eris vanserra #azriel #elain archeron #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #nesta archeron #evil elain #cassian #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #acosf spoilers #acosf #acotar6

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occasionaloneshots · 3 years ago

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You Belong With Me (Reddie’s Version)

Warnings: toxic relationship, swearing

Closeted bi Richie x closeted gay Eddie

Words: 1.7k

“You’re on the phone with your girlfriend, she’s upset.. She’s going off about something that you said, ‘Cause she doesn’t get your humor like I do.”

Eddie was bitter. Quite frankly the boy wondered if bitter was even a strong enough word. But he stuck with it, down right lemon sour, bitter. Richie was supposed to sleep over, just the two of them, like old times. But of course his girlfriend had to go and throw herself in their plans, it seemed like she always did. Eddie swore that the girl had it out for him, hell she had called his house to talk to Richie. So now, while Eddie sits across from a paused movie that he was never really interested in to begin with, he gets to listen to Richie trying to explain himself over nothing. At least Eddie thought it was nothing, nothing for Richie at least.

“No, baby, come on please don’t be like that,” Richie’s vice floats in desperately from kitchen. Eddie didn’t have to be in the room to see the exhaustion on the boy’s face. “It was just a joke, you know I love you more than anything.” If Eddie was right, Richie was scrunching the phone cord in his hand, he always seemed to do that if he was getting yelled at over the phone. Maybe that was an exclusive thing for phone calls from his father though, as he got chewed out for being late to leave or forgetting to call and say he would be staying for dinner. “I’m sorry okay? I’m so sorry I’ll never joke about that again, I swear.” Eddie scoffed, it’s not like she was involved in the joke, it was a joke about the losers. As far as he was concerned, Richie’s bitchy girlfriend would never be a loser, no matter how many times she invited herself along. If she doesn’t want to hear Richie’s crude jokes about Eddie’s mom, she shouldn’t invite herself to hang out with him and Eddie. Everyone knows that’s his thing. Why even get with a trashmouth if you just want to change him? Sure the joke wasn’t funny, but that was Richie. (If Eddie was honest, he slowly began to find Richie’s mom jokes funny, but maybe that was a cheap stab at his mother.)

The dark haired boy wonders back into the room, falling back on the couch beside Eddie, “I’m sorry about that. Do you wanna finish the movie?” Eddie looks back at it for a moment, a random frame of Wayne’s World (Richie’s choice) staring back at him. “Not if you don’t want to, we could just go do something else,” Eddie plays with his fingers as he talks, looking up at the taller boy nervously. He wasn’t sure what made him so nervous about it though, maybe it was just knowing that Richie was upset. “Yeah, let’s just go to your room or something?” Eddie nods, turning off the tv as they stand up. Richie collects the blankets they were using off the couch, throwing them over his shoulder as Eddie grabs the popcorn bowl. It’s pretty quiet as they make it to Eddie’s room, both throwing themselves on his bed seemingly exhausted despite the fact that it was only nine-thirty. Suddenly Eddie jumps up, walking over to his bookshelf. “What ya doin’, Eddie Spaghetti?” Richie’s head lolls to the side, watching as the smaller boy scans the shelves. A red CD case resting in his hand as he opens the CD player on the shelf. “Don’t call me that, Rich. You’ll see.”

“I'm in my room, it's a typical Tuesday night, I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like”

Meer seconds after Eddie closed the player, a familiar song began to boom out of the speakers. The opening cord of Ramones “Censorshit” making Richie’s face light up, “Is that my copy of Mondo Bizarro?” “It’s mine now, you gave it over, remember?” The dark haired boy rolls his eyes, getting up off the bed. “I didn’t give it to you, I let you hold on to it. Heidi hates this type music, she kept complaining about it so I wanted someone who would take care of it to watch it.” Eddie shrugs, “Gave it to me, told me to take care of it, same difference.” Richie didn’t respond though, instead, putting his arms out in front of him, pointer finger up on each hand like he was trying to silence a room, before breaking out into a dance. His curls flying around his head in a way that made his face hard to see as he moved. It was not a good dance, but one that had Eddie smiling and jumping around with him nonetheless. They were on the twelfth before they were exhausted enough that they had to sit back down. Both boys sitting with their legs crossed on opposite sides of the old bed, laughing.

“God,” Richie pants, “I forgot how good that album was.” “Yeah, because all you’ve been listening to is Madonna,” the words ended with a scoff as Eddie shook his head, “You hated Madonna until you got with Heidi.” Richie stops mouthing the lyrics of “Heidi Is a Headcase” to scoff, “I still hate Madonna.” Eddie shakes his head, “Why are you even with her anyway?” He was mentally cursing himself the moment e said it. Eddie you fool, you absolute fool.

“'Cause she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts, she's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers”

Richie simply shrugs in response, “I don’t know.” This leaves the other boy stunned for a minute. “You don’t know?” Richie had options, so many options, there was no reason for him to be with someone who makes him miserable, at least not one his friend could see. Richie got hot in high school, everyone knew that as much as they hated to admit it (especially Bill, who was a little too used to being the hot one of the group). He basically sprung up a whole foot the summer between eight and ninth grade, his face thinning out to reveal a sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones. He had that whole pretty boy thing going on which earned him more than a fair share of female attention, and even his fair share of attention from other guys, though they weren’t as open about it.

“I don’t know, I mean, she’s the cheer captain and I guess that part of me just wants what comes with that? But I want her too you know, even though it stresses me out. What would happen to me if I left her you know? We’re not really true losers anymore, I don’t want to drag the rest of you back down with me.” That was another thing, Richie started going to games just for the half time show to watch her cheer, dragging Eddie with him, and any other loser if he got the chance. Eddie sighs, shaking his head, “You wouldn’t become a total loser again, Rich. You’d just have every girl in the school throwing herself at you.”

“And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town, I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down”

Richie laughs, a dry laugh that was no where near his normal one, “Yeah right, maybe I’ll go for Greta Keene next time. Fuck myself up in a different way.” Eddie scrunches up his nose, “Yuck, why would you say that? Greta?” “What?” Richie smirks, leaning over to shove his shoulder, “Is she your girl or something?” Eddie lets out a whiney groan, “That was the seventh grade will you please let it go?” In a game of truth or dare Eddie admitted to lied about having a crush on Greta and Richie hadn’t let it go since. Eddie never talked about things like that, it wasn’t his thing. So of course the scrap Richie had, he would use. The taller boy burst out laughing, a genuine smile flashing across his face in a way that made Eddie smile too. “Dude you’re the one who did it.”

When the boy finally calmed down, Eddie gave him a soft smile, ”Seriously though, why don’t you break up with her, Richie? Cheer captain is not a valid reason to stay with someone.” “The rumors she would spread are a valid reason to stay. I don’t know if I would be able to handle that.” Eddie scoffs, leaning back against his headboard, “Who cares about rumors? Bev survived them, you could too.” Richie shakes his head, “I believed the rumors about Bev back then, the whole school did.” “That’s because you’re a fool, Rich. Seriously, you think anyone would care about the rumors she’d spread? What’s she gonna say? You have a small dick? Stan says that all the time,” Eddie shakes his head, “She’s not good for you Richie.” I could be though, the thought clouds his mind, though he’d never admit it out loud, Eddie was crushing on Richie so hard it was embarrassing. Some of the losers saw it though, just like how they saw his crush on Bill back when they were younger. At least, Bev and Stan did, though they’d never admit it, outside of the two of them, but Eddie was paranoid that Mike knew it too. If Mike asked him why he looked so upset while Heidi was on RIchie’s lap one more time, the boy thinks he might combust. “Come on Eds, even if I wasn’t scared about rumors, who else would be willing to deal with me anyway? I’m lucky she even puts up with me.” And that made Eddie frown, “Rich,” he reached out, grabbing Richie’s hand, “The right person loves you, they don’t just put up with you because you’re hot.” Richie lets out another dry laugh, “Yeah, like someone out there is like that for me. Girls like that exist for Mikes and Stans, not me Eds.” Eddie shakes his head, watching as Richie pulls away, getting up to look in the mirror. “ think there’s someone out there like that for everyone. I mean, my dad loved my mom, at least as much as I remembered, and she’s my mom.” Richie shakes his head, “I guess you’ve got me there. Hey, maybe mine is also your mom.” And despite the fact that it was cheap, Eddie laughed at it. Mind barely holding in the words “what if it’s me?” Because, Eddie knew he wasn’t ready to open that can of worms yet, and Richie was no where near the right place for that.

‘All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me, you belong with me”

#Reddie #richie tozier #richie trashmouth #eddie kaspbrak #eddie it #it 2017 #it fanfiction #taylor swift lyrics

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 4 years ago

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Hesitate

You’re going through a depressive episode, but your boyfriend Sebastian is going to help you as much as he can. Title inspiration: Hesitate by the Jonas Brothers

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x female reader

Warnings: Depression, suicidal thoughts, small mention of self-harm. Please do not read if this triggers you!

Sebastian wrestled his key into the door of your apartment, growing even more frustrated by the second when he couldn’t get it to turn. Finally he heard it click and your door opened. He grabbed the key out of the door and placed the set of them on the hook you kept by the door. He didn’t quite know what to expect when he opened your door, but he hated what he saw.

You lived in a small studio, even though you stayed at his house most of the time. He’d gone out of town and you’d gone radio silent, which was completely unusual for you - normally you were sending him funny memes, asking him how his day was, or FaceTiming him with your smiley face. But while he was checking back in his apartment in New York for the weekend, you’d stopped. And he knew it couldn’t be a good sign. Over the time he’d known you, he knew you struggled with depression and he understood it because he did, too. But he’d never been with you through a manic episode, at least not one like this. He didn’t know what to expect, but this definitely wasn’t it.

Your kitchen was wrecked, even though you clearly hadn’t used it in a long time. Dishes and trash were piled in the sink and on the counter, making the kitchenette look even smaller. One of the chairs was toppled over, probably something you’d done out of frustration because your bag and its contents were scattered across the floor, too. You hadn’t tried to do your laundry and the hamper was beyond full. Your TV was on and had been playing for a long time, he assumed, because the remote was across the room on the media stand. The couch was a mess, too. You were a lump in bed, curled up so small that he didn’t even see you at first.

“Babe?” He asked. You finally opened your eyes, wiping the little yellow-green pieces of crust out of them, and turned over your sore body when you heard his voice. You tried to sit up, but you didn’t feel strong enough, so you didn’t.

“Hey, I thought...” Your head suddenly throbbed and you shut your eyes, taking a second to think about what you wanted to say. “I thought you weren’t coming back ‘till Thursday?”

“Sweetheart, it is Thursday,” he muttered. “Have you... been here since the weekend?” Your heart started pounding, right away. You started sweating, your stomach churning. You felt sick.

“What? No, it’s...” Your voice trailed off. He had to be playing a trick on you or something. There was no way it was Thursday. The two of you had gone out for brunch, and then you’d dropped him at the airport, and he said he would see you on Thursday night when he got home. You swirled around, grabbing your phone, only to find that it was dead. Sebastian walked closer to you, taking his shoes off, and he got on the other side of the bed.

“Have you been here all weekend?” He asked again. “Baby, do you feel okay?” He put a hand to your forehead, trying to figure out why you’d been in bed all this time. Part of him knew it had to be the depression, but he’d never seen you this bad. He’d never seen anyone this bad before. You started crying as soon as he shook his head, clicking his tongue to say you didn’t have a fever.

“I’ve literally missed a week of work, I’m gonna get fired, I’m gonna lose my job and then the apartment and then...” Sebastian put his hands under your legs and your back and pulled you into his lap as you burst into tears.

“Shh, shh,” he tried to calm you down. “It’s okay.”

“No! I’ve missed a whole week of work because I was too depressed to get out of bed. I just ruined... You probably think I’m crazy now. I ruined everything.”

“No, sweetheart, you didn’t ruin anything,” he said softly. “But I want you to be honest with me. Did you know you were in bed all this time?”

“No.”

“Have you been eating at all? Or showering?”

“I... I guess not.”

“You haven’t even been to the bathroom?”

“I don’t remember the last time. I kind of have to.” Sebastian sighed and hugged you, tightly, listening to you cry for a minute. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Let’s just get you cleaned up and we’ll figure all this out, alright? I’ll call your boss,” he said as he started to rub your back up and down. “I’ll call your boss right now and talk to her. And then I’ll make you some of that pasta you like. And then I’ll help you clean this place up, okay? I’m staying here tonight.” You listened to his plan and were only able to nod in response. You sniffled a little, but the first bit of crying was over. He told you to get up so you did, and you gave him your computer password to find your boss’s number. You nearly cried again when you saw all of the missed messages and emails, but you didn’t have time to deal with it.

You entered the bathroom just as you heard Sebastian start calling your boss. You must have been in bed all of that time because your dirty clothes were the same they’d been because you always did your laundry on Saturdays. You started the shower, even though you felt like you might either throw up or faint or maybe both. You were shaking as you reached for your face wash, noticing that you’d started developing acne. The mirror you kept in the shower showed bloodshot eyes, puffs underneath them, skin that was suffering from not being taken care of. How could you let things get this bad, you thought. How could you possibly let yourself do this?

Just as you were about to pump some onto your hand, the door opened. Sebastian.

“Mind if I join you? I need to shower the airport off,” he said. You nodded, opening the curtain. His eyes checked you up and down, able to tell that you’d lost a little weight from not eating. And then you were ashamed again, backing into the corner of the shower as he took off his clothes. Normally when he came back you jumped at the chance to do things with him, but now you just wanted to hide. You were sure he was ashamed of you, he had to be. Right?

“Don’t hide. It’s okay. Let me get you,” he insisted. He got underneath the stream of water and pulled you into a tight hug. The water was just hot enough as it beat against your back. You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before taking the face wash from you. His fingers were incredibly gentle as they rubbed over your cheeks and your forehead, then let the milky white cleanser fall off your face. He continued to help you with your hair routine, then let you wash yourself as he washed his hair. The two of you showered together often, and this was no different.

“Am I fired?” You asked eventually, just as Sebastian was about to shut off the water. He shook his head, wringing out a little of the hair he’d been growing out for another role.

“No. Your boss said she just wants you to call her when you get the chance. I talked to your mom, too, and she said...”

“No.” You already knew what he was going to say, and you hated the idea. “No, don’t.”

“You don’t know what I’m going to say.” He shut the water off and started wrapping a towel around your body for you. You noticed him looking at your arms as he did so, and you jerked yourself away from him like an angry child.

“Yes, I do. You’re going to say that you’re afraid I’m going to hurt myself or kill myself and you don’t want me around and...” You could feel yourself beginning to lose control. You were suddenly angry, so angry that you wanted to push him and scream, but you didn’t. There was a burst of energy in you, for the first time in days, and a fire that burned in your chest and threatened to come alive. Sebastian knew what was happening because he just let you go. You walked into the other room and started pulling a t-shirt on, trying to forget about everything you were feeling. You put on a pair of shorts and then you couldn’t contain it anymore - you sat down on your bed and started crying, for real this time.

“You want me to come cuddle with you?” Sebastian asked. “If you wanna do this alone it’s okay.” You shook your head, looking up at him. He had tears in his eyes. You knew you were hurting him by pushing him away and then pulling him back, and you hated hurting him. But you couldn’t help but wonder if that was all you were doing.

“You don’t want me anymore,” you concluded out loud. He looked confused. “You’re gonna tell me that you’re worried about me but you can't deal with me because I’m too much and I need constant reassurance and I need... And I’m jealous, and I’m everything you don’t want, and...” Your voice was lost in a sob. Your heart was starting to hurt so badly and you didn’t know if it was because of everything you’d gone through or if it was the thought of losing the person you trusted the most in the world.

“Baby, I want you,” he said softly. “I wasn’t gonna say any of that. I promise. Just come here.” You let him take a seat next to you and pull you into him. He let you cry for what felt like hours before you were finally done. You had a headache. Your nose was stuffed up. Your eyes stung from the way you rubbed at them when you were upset. It wasn’t a pretty kind of cry. But you were done crying, finally. Sebastian moved you onto his lap, sitting back in the bed, letting you lay there for a few minutes. You took in the sound of his heart beating, the gentle throbbing of it in his chest as it rose up and down. You took in the way that he was rubbing your back, shushing you in a calm voice.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me. Stop apologizing to me. I was going to tell you that your mom and I are worried about you. And that we both thought it might be a good idea if you go back to see your therapist. And, if you want, we can try and get you on some medication to make you feel a little better. Maybe give you some more energy to get through the day. I want you to come stay with me for a while so I can watch you. But I need you to be honest with me right now, baby.”

“About what?” You sniffled.

“Have you ever thought about hurting yourself at all?”

“I’ve thought about it. But I don’t... I’m scared to. So I won’t.” He nodded. It wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear, it was an answer nobody wanted to hear, but it was the best thing you could’ve said to him in that moment.

“Good. That’s so good. How about I start making you something to eat? And you can start cleaning up a little bit. If you’re up to it we’ll go back to my place. If not we’ll go in the morning.” You sniffled and nodded, trying to find the energy to get up. He kissed your temple two or three times, muttering that he loved you.

Eventually you got up and started changing your sheets. You started folding your clothes, picking up the stool that had fallen, and organized your desk. You cleaned your toilet and the shower, then the kitchen. Around the same time, Sebastian had finished making food for you. You didn’t even realize how hungry you were until you ate all of it.

You helped Sebastian clean up the dishes and then you were packing a bag to go stay at his house. You finally flipped the light off in your apartment and gave Sebastian your car keys so he could drive. He had been so concerned that he came straight from the airport - he hadn’t even gone home to change clothes or anything.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked as he stopped at a light. His right hand snaked over to you, grabbing onto the inside of your thigh, his thumb rubbing against the skin you’d just put lotion on before leaving.

“I want to believe you do, but it’s hard,” you muttered in complete honesty. “I feel so un-lovable like this.” You sniffled, not wanting to get into another pity parade but still wanting to be honest with him.

“I know you do. But I love you. I love you and we’re gonna get through this, okay? Together. I’ll do whatever you need me to do, sweetheart, I swear. I just want to help you get better.” You leaned against his arm, shutting your eyes. Eventually you heard him pull into his garage and you got out, bringing your bags inside.

“I guess I should probably try to work some,” you thought out loud, realizing how much work must be sitting in your email inbox. You were only doing office administration stuff, but it could still pile up while you weren’t working.

“Yeah? I need to get some sleep. How about you try to get a little work done and then come and join me. We’ll go for a long walk tomorrow morning, and then we can go get coffee at your favorite place?” You nodded. He walked into the kitchen and pulled out a fresh, chilled bottle of water, before walking back over to you.

“Thanks,” you said. He must have known you were thirsty from all of your crying.

“I want you to drink this whole thing before you come to bed, okay?” He instructed. “It’s not healthy that you’re this dehydrated.”

“Okay.”

“Good girl.” Your whole body tightened at hearing him say those words - normally he said them in another context, but right now it was what you needed. You were so lucky he knew that. You walked upstairs with him and went into his office while he went into the bedroom, starting to get through some of your work. You didn’t understand how you could be so tired after sleeping for almost a whole week, but you were.

You crawled into bed with him at 3:05 AM. You remembered that time because you looked at the clock on your phone, realizing that while you were gone earlier he’d changed the lock screen to a post-it note you always kept on your desk. One he’d written you. It said I love you, baby. X Your Seba. Your heart melted as you looked at it, putting it down on the nightstand. Then you got into bed beside him, worming your way into his arms.

“Seba?” You said. He was obviously awake because he wasn't snoring, and when you said his name he tightened his grip on you. “Thank you for taking care of me. I love you.”

“It’s my job, baby. I miss seeing you smile. I miss seeing how happy you are to see me when I get back. I miss hearing your voice. I miss you.”

“I missed you, too.”

“And I promise you. I won’t hesitate. Anything you need, I’ll give you.”

A/N: This was... a lot. And probably the most true to life thing I think I’ve written, at least in my experience with depression. If you’re going through the same thing, it gets better. Trust me. ❤️

Taglist: @an-adventureland, @ssebstann, @firstangeldragonranch, @winterreader-nowwriter, @eviemarvel

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan imagine

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feckin-zicons · 3 years ago

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that's why i hate larries, i hate them with all my heart. besides being boring they are hypocrites 🙄

Hey nonnie, sorry its taken me so long to reply but if you’re following me you know I’ve been travelling lately and have been more scatterbrained than usual. Not that I’m ever not scatterbrained, but its been just a little crazier than usual!

Now I wouldn’t go as far to say I hate Larries. After all their delusions can be pretty funny sometimes!

Joking aside, I don’t hate Larries, I love Larries, I’m a Larry, so I really hesitate to tarry the whole group with the same brush. However I do strongly agree with you that there are those who are complete hypocrites. Nothing annoys more more than when Larries ™ treat the other boys, other celebrities, their friends and even family as one more side character to the Larry Show.

In particular when Larries ™ flood comment sections asking or in some cases, ordering people to confirm rumors/the couple being together. The absolute fucking disrespect. Not just because they’re flooding comment sections in videos streams, tweets, what have you, that sometimes have nothing to do with the couple in question, but because its presumptuous and rude as fuck to think they’re owed a coming out- just because they’re fans of the boys.

Stop it. Thats fucking ugly as hell.

While I have no doubt all the boys will one day be out (as referenced by their continued efforts in fighting the closet. I don’t get the sense the boys will just stop at being freed from their contractual obligations). It should and will be on their own terms. Provided they’re not forcibly outed some other way.

Coming out is a deeply personal experience and no one, no one ever, has the right to out someone else. I’ll never not be absolutely furious at the Larries ™ who posted about having ‘receipts’ that would out the boys. Which… tbh weren’t receipts at all but thats a whole other story. I’m also still angry at the reactions after Liams Attitude spread that wouldn’t have been as bad if not for the entitled fandom that peddled ridiculous claims beforehand about Liam confirming Larry to be real.

I mean… What the actual fuck. Setting aside the fandom experience of the time, and boy was it an experience. What right would Liam have confirming Louis and Harry’s relationship? I mean, get some perspective? It doesn’t help that a lot of fandom adults were the ones coming up with, and reblogging those theories and the younger fans ate it up. It would have made more sense for Louis and Harry to do it but idk maybe I’m still out of touch for thinking so. I mean, it felt like every other week someone was talking about Larry coming out. It was such a shit storm oh my god.

Biggest issue I still have with them is that the entitled behaviour hasn’t stopped. For some it seems like, Larry coming out is it for them. Like pack it up, goodbye, shows over, Louis and Harry are gay and in a relationship and everything is rainbows, we get to see cute pictures of them and everyone lives happily ever after.

Yeah, no. Coming out, for anyone, is just the beginning, can’t even begin to imagine what its like for them. They’re still going to need everyones support, and it irritates me that for some fans it seems so fucking conditional.

Time and time again, I’ve seen tweets, and posts, and videos, whatever, going on about Larry coming out and it reads like a fucking wattpad story. Not just that but its always on the assumption by the poster, on the off chance they consider the other 3/5ths of the band and Ziam being a possibility, that Larry will come out first?

What?

I’m sorry but, what?

Everything I’ve seen from the boys tells me they’re all in this together, they support each other and are working through the bullshit as a team. We have all seen the No Judgement music video yes? The merch, posts, double speak etc referencing each other, yes?

I mean, I suppose if you only look at Louis and Harry, like so many do, sure. Only Larry matters, everyone else is a side character in their life.

(Lemme just, scream for a second).

However, that kind of thinking leads them to the wrong conclusions. Like… assuming the SBB/RBB countdown was attributed to nothing, when it counted down to Liam finally being free of Sophia. In the years since, I’ve seen Larries ™ backtrack on claiming the bears had anything to do with the boys, that they weren’t behind it at all, or that they were just trolling the fandom.

You know, despite all the proof otherwise, and some really, really good posts breaking down clues about what the boys were trying to tell us. The moment something might not actually be about Louis and Harry its like all their thinking shuts off. Its frustrating. Really fucking frustrating.

Seriously, fans of the other boys as individulas, not just Ziams, have been talking about the stunts too and how they fit together. Its why we tend to be right, because we’re considering the entire group. They’re still a group. They’re not free until all of them are free.

Just for that Nialls coming out first. Lmao. I’ll call it now. Lets go Niall, whens the baby coming. We all wanna know. Its been years.

Imagine, imagine! Acting like coming out is some race to be won. The fucking audacity.

Go outside and touch fucking grass you absoulte ninny.

I get it, you want to be vindicated, you want to be rewarded for putting your faith in two celebrities being together.

Newsflash you dandelionfluff, its not a race, Louis and Harry coming out isn’t a fucking prize. Thats not what supporting a relationship looks like.

Its worse when someone admits they don’t know much about Ziam or the possibility of Niall being LGBT+, and claim they’re open to it, but then immediately tweet or reblog or sub tweet or tag comment a post or answer an ask from another Larry ™ talking about how Larries ™ are the most marginalized and persecuted group.

???

In what fucking world?

IN WHAT FUCKING WORLD?

If we wanna play that game, boohoo, the media claims Louis and Harry aren’t friends anymore because of crazy shippers. Meanwhile Zayn publicly isn’t friend with anyone and “left” the band… despite the Ziam fandom calling the stunt about either Louis or Zayn “leaving” and getting it down to the exact week (the second article coming out a week before about the Ziam kiss pretty much cemented it for Zayn leaving. Which did a lot to fan the flames of the already rabid fanbase when Ziam got two articles confirming a Ziam kiss over the years and Larry got nada. Like that actually means anything).

Not to mention Larries ™ using the hetties and management tactics against the other parts of the fandom to silence them.

Who cares what the media says anyway! TPTB, 1DHQ, The Sun, The Mirror, Simon and his minions and their unpaid interns have used the media to split the fandom apart and it worked.

Who the fuck cares if the media calls the 1D stans delusional, you know the truth! The truth it out there and you’ve seen it! The truth is coming! Who gives a damn about what some two bit “journo” who failed out of their creative writing course writes? They get worse by the year. If it wasn’t so pathetic and hilarious I might actually feel embarrassed for them. They can’t even come up with new stories and have just taken to copying old articles, but you’re upset with them??? Give it a rest. Honestly.

The sense of disconnect, entitlement and victimhood of some Larries ™ is absolutely ridiculous.

Oh my god they’re Karens. I’m not trying to be insulting, but thats exactly who they remind me of.

I’m not going to say its a surprise to me that so many in the Ziam fandom are POC, LGBT+, and Neurodivergent and any combination of those, but I am going to say I’ve read a lot of Larry fics that just have Het sex made gay. Those in the Ziam fandom just tend to look at facts in a different way than Larries do due to their life experiences. A interfaith, interracial, relationship where one or both partners fall under the Bi umbrella (not saying Louis or Harry can’t be or aren’t Bi+ but rumors, and the way the fandom markets them, puts them firmly in the gay category) looks very, very different than gay or straight relationship. Both looking from outside and being in one. There’s just different dynamics at play that aren’t often realized or understood by the gays and hets.

Its not a bad thing. All relationships are different. The issue is that theres a lot of biphobia/racism/religious prejudice etc that arises from people being unwilling to understand the inherent differences.

Taking myself for example, I’m bi, like, bi as hell, and I don’t understand how gays and hets only like one gender. I just don’t. Can’t wrap my head around it. If someone asks me to choose one gender over the others to prefer I can’t. Its so stressful. My brain goes into panic mode and it feels like I’m being torn apart. My sense of identity is shaken- its a shit feeling. I just can’t lie to myself like that. If other people feel the same well, its no wonder bi+ have such high rates of depression and suicide. Its not about choosing who to like, there is no choice, I just feel attraction to everyone. Aces, I get. Its similar to being the opposite of what I feel, or not feeling an attraction to someone I’m not interested in. Easy. Gays and hets? I’m completely lost on.

Completely, and I know I’m not the only one who feels that way. But that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try and understand where they’re coming from. Its alien to me, personally, but I’m not going to shut down the fact, that theres a fuck ton of people who only like one gender or try and make up reasons as to why they’re actually bi+

I digress, none of the boys fall neatly into the gay stereotypes, its just that parts of the Larry fandom have boxed Louis and Harry into certain roles to fit preconceived notions (likely do to them initially fitting in better with the white, sassy, somewhat effeminate twink thats been plastered all over Hollywood as their “LGBT+ representation” for years. Gag), they can understand better, and only look for proof to back up their theories but don’t look at things objectively.

They really need to get out more and make some LGBT+ friends that aren’t on the internet and talk to some gay elders. They need educating that’s not the often sanitized and insulting Hollywood version, that’s all I’m saying.

They made Louis and Harry more palatable for themselves and its… really gross.

I don’t know, I don’t get it.

Some Larries ™ turned the boys into their fandom and fanfiction stereotypes when they’re so much more than that. The Sony leaks should have been enough to dissuade the fandom, and prove that the brand sold to the broader audience is just that- a brand, and yet… Niall only talks about food and golf and Ireland and is only allowed to be straight or ace. If he exists at all its just to be Capt Niall. Liams slow and dumb and depending on the day he’s either Capt Liam or a horrific abusive homophobe. Zayns just The Worst, a unstable drug addict, and the boys hate each other, and they should have kicked him out of the band sooner because he never wanted to be part of them anyway, etc.

It drives me absolutely around the bend some days. They’re real people who don’t owe anyone anything, especially not coming out.

Yes, I think they will. But they’re not obligated to. They can change their minds, I’ll support them regardless of an “official” coming out or not.

Look, a part of me gets it. They wanna be right, they wanna prove the haters wrong, they want to be able to say I called it all along! The vindication will be sweet.

But like, it takes a quick look at someone other than Louis and Harry to realize theres something hinky going on with Liam, Zayn and Niall. Please listen to their fans who have spent just as much time as you have looking into Louis and Harry compiling together evidence.

It might take a weekend to watch the ILYSM and pterodactyl bros videos and a few more hours looking into some Niall blogs, which isn’t much compared to the hours I know they’ve spent looking into Larry. At least then they’ll have enough information to form an opinion on things.

I wonder, for some, what would happen if Larry didn’t come out, or didn’t come out first, or one of the other boys was outed against their will. Because… I don’t know. It seems like some would rather just be proven right at this point.

I get it. We’re tired. Its been eleven long years. But this isn’t a television show were everything can come to a head with a s3 or s4 cliff hanger and fixed in the series finale. Its real life, and they started off as boys trusting industry veterans who never had their best interests at heart.

Iduno. I just want some Larries ™ to take a step out of the echo chamber, realize life isn’t The Larry Show & co. And especially. ESPECIALLY, that every instance were someone, friends, family, co-works, industry peeps etc support the boys they are SUPPORTING THE BOYS, NOT THE FANDOM. They are not “confirming Larry for the fans” they’re doing it to support the couple, not to cater to the fandom. Please stop confusing the two. There’s a huge fucking difference. Learn it.

#Honestly it should be the Liam Payne the three guys who’ve had a crush on him and the one who married him.#aka the hill I'll die on #lmao #sorry not sorry #IM SORRY IT LOOKS LIKE I HAD A LOT MORE TO SAY ABOUT THIS THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD #ASDFGHJKL;#also please don't think I'm calling anyone out specifically #these are a lot of generalizations and trends I've noticed after being in fandom for nearly 11 years they pop up all the damn time #circles we're just going in circles #I've been following Ziam in particular since the Nov 2011 interview #but suspected Liam had a crush sometime before when I saw a gifset of him talking about Zayns birthday presentsbc he as acting the exact sa #e way I was when I was crushing on a girl I knew #I saw myself in him and ignored it for another day #lmaooo #ziam #larry tunnel vision #larry vs ziam #Larry vs Niall #fandom bs #ask

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marvel-queens-world · 5 years ago

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Frustrated

Word Count: 1741

Warnings: NSFW 18+. Language.

A/N: Imagine requested by @xoloverr. I hope you like it. Guys requests are still are open if you would like to request an imagines. I write for Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Tom Holland and their Marvel characters :).

“Cut.” The director says.

Tom rolls off you for what felt like the hundredth time that day. You and Tom were trying to film a sex scene for your new movie that you were staring in but for some reason Tom kept messing up, which was very unlike him. What you didn’t know was that Tom found you extremely attractive and had felt this way about you since your first day on set, so trying to film this scene with you was hard because he kept getting turned on, which made things awkward because he didn’t want you to find out this is way that he liked you. Also he was worried about the fact that you are only 18 and didn’t want you or anyone to think he was taking advantage of you. You on the other hand felt upset that Tom wouldn’t get that close to you for this scene, yes you were only friends but you didn’t want him to feel repulsed by you and that’s how you were feeling right now.

“Is everything alright Tom?” You ask him.

“Yeah, everything is fine. It’s just I can’t seem to focus on this scene.”

With that he gets up and leaves the room, leaving you wrapped up in the blanket wondering what the hell was going on. After getting changed and finishing for the day you decide to head to Toms hotel room just to check that he was okay. Getting out of the elevator you make your way to his room, you stand there for a couple of minutes wondering if this was a good idea but before you can turn away Tom opens the door.

“Hey, what you doing here?” He asks.

“I just thought I would see if you were okay. You seemed off during filming which isn’t like you Tom and I’m just worried that I’ve done something to upset.”

“What? No. No of course you haven’t sweetie. Come in I think I need to explain.”

Tom moves to the side so you can enter the room , you sit down on the edge of his bed and wait for him to speak.

“The things is Y/N. God why is this so hard to say. Right okay I’ve got this. The reason why I was so distracted during film is because I am so attracted to you and I was sort of embarrassed of how turned on I was getting that I didn’t want you to find out that way.” Tom says not looking at you.

“I was turning you on Tommy?” You ask smirking

“Yes sweetheart and that isn’t the first time.”

You get up from the bed and walk over to him, you place your hands on his shoulders and he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Well Holland what are you going to do about it?”

“This.”

His lips crashed onto yours, filled with passion, yet it was so soft, just like you imagined it would be. His hands settled onto your ass and yours pulled him closer, if that was even possible, you let out a moan when you felt his erection against your heat earning a groan, as his fingers tightened on your ass sure to leave bruises there in the morning.

As much as he wanted to get to the point Tom felt you deserved to be teased, after all the times you had left him feeling frustrated. He began to leave teasing kisses on your neck making sure to leave a mark to let everyone know that you were his and his only. The make up team were going to love the two of you in the morning. Tom made his way back up to your lips, this time it was more rough, he was asking for entrance and you didn’t bother hesitating in letting him in, but you didn’t give him complete control either as the kiss deepened. Your tongue battled his the second it entered your mouth.

His hands worked the way to your clothes, he decided that he had enough of going slow so with a quick pull of your shirt it was off. He was determined to touch your skin. You moaned in pleasure at the feel of his hand on your stomach, but he simply swallowed the sound. Pulling you back into the moment expertly with nothing more than his sinful mouth.

As the cool air hit your bra clad breasts, goosebumps formed along your skin. His warm, hands stroked along the soft flesh of your hip, drawing a shudder through your body before they moved to your ribs. His hands traveled upwards to play with your breasts, his lips left yours to bite the tops of your the before he licked them earning more of those delicious sounds he loved to hear.

“Tommy, bed now” You gasps.

Without a word, he picks you up whilst kissing you and he throws you on the bed before hovering over you his hand resting on your breast.

“Take it off.” You pant.

“Anything for you darling.” He smirked.

His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you up to him, finally getting rid of your bra. Your hands tangled in his hair as he latched onto your nipple, dragging a cry from your lips. Demanding you arch into his mouth, his hand massaged your other breast, and rolled your nipple through his fingers. He had no mercy as he sucked, licked and nipped the sensitive buds while moving back and forth between the two.

Your hand that was tangled into his hair tugged in a way that made him groan against your skin as the pleasure shot through him. The other trailed down his back. Feeling his muscles beneath his shirt that was still covering him. You managed to pull him away from playing with your breasts so that you could take his top off, needing to feel his skin on yours. He lay you back down on the bed and started to kiss the whole of your top half of your body, your hands tangled themselves in his hair again and you urged him further downwards. He seems to get the signal as he begins to make his way down to your jeans.

Tom was desperate to taste you and the feel of you urging him on had him more turned on than he’d ever imagined he could be by you but being the tease that he was he came back up to you and started kissing your lips but is hand moved downwards on your body, he reached the button of your jeans and started to undo them, he managed to take them off and began to tease you over the top of your underwear.

“Tom, Please.” You moan.

“What do you want Princess?”

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers.”

He doesn’t need to be asked twice, taking off your underwear so that now you are completely bare to him, he enters a finger into your wet pussy, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.

“So wet for me darling.” He smirks.

He continues at a slow pace which makes you frustrated, you needed more from him and he knew this

“Tom. Stop. With. The. Teasing.”

“But, you love it.” His low voice made your skin prickle.

He decided to add another finger to stretch you. You bit your lip at the feeling of him brushing against your g-spot, closing your eyes as you fought for control.

You pulled him in for a kiss and kissed him deeply. Earning a growl, an actual growl, from him before his hand started moving. You gave up all of your control at the rapid movement inside of you, and the way he brushed his thumb against your clit. He made his way down to your pussy and dived straight in giving you no warning what so ever. He kept his finger inside of you whilst licking your clit with his tongue, you knew with the speed he was going out at you weren’t going to last much longer, as you could already feel the familiar feel of you orgasm approaching.

“Tommy I’m close.’

“Cum for me baby.”

That was all it took for you to let go and when you came, it was hard and fast, you didn’t get anytime to recover as Tom had taken off the rest of his clothes and was back on top of in an instant. This time he decided he wouldn’t go slow. He slammed roughly into yours as your body moved in time with his, somehow going deeper and picking up speed with every thrust until he was at a wild speed. His brown eyes locked on yours as he thrust before his hand grabbed both of yours and holding them up above your hand whilst his other hand rested on your hip, never breaking eye contact.

You knew you were going to have marks from his fingers, and maybe even your lower body as he slammed into you but you didn’t care. You loved that he was being this rough with you and you loved that Tom was groaning at the way you squeezed around him, you were screaming his name and you knew that anyone could probably hear you but you didn’t care. All you cared about was how it felt. Which was, in one word, amazing.

“Fuck Y/n.” He was getting close. His rhythm faltered, becoming more erratic. “I’m gonna-” A deep groan escaped his lips as he did.

“Tom” You cried out, as you followed behind, spurred on by his orgasm.

A few more thrusts as you spasmed, rolled your hips against him, and you were both done. Panting and pressed together, bodies slick with sweat, he carefully rolls off you, as the both of you try and regain your breath.

“That was—.”

“Amazing.” He panted.

You lie on your side so that you are facing Tom, fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

“So will you be okay tomorrow?” You laugh.

“After that I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine.” Tom smiles.

He wraps his arm around you, pulls you closer to him and kisses your forehead.

“Y/n?”

“Mmm.”

“I was wondering if you would like to go out with me?”

“Of course Tommy.” You smile.

He kisses you once more, before you both fall asleep in each other’s arms, looking forward to the days, months and years ahead with each other.

#tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #tom holland x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines

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jalapeno-princess · 4 years ago

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Nobody Compares To You Part 2

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Angst with a happy ending (If you are a Yugyeom stan, I suggest you skip this one)(I’m sorry, but I had to do it)

Word Count: 10k

Summary: You thought that the feelings you had for your boyfriend Yugyeom were enough to help you move on from your past relationship. But what happens when your ex-boyfriend confesses that he’s still in love with you and regrets breaking up with you entirely?

A/N: Hi guys! So this was highly requested and I was actually debating on whether or not to make a part 2 only because I didn’t know how I would go about writing it, but I wanted to give this couple a happy ending (and to fulfill your requests). I suggest you read part one in order to understand this one a little more. Thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first part to this story and a big thank you to @hello-you-suck for being so patient with me! You’re actually one of the main reasons why I decided to make a part 2 hahaha thank you for all your love and support with my stories! I hope you enjoy!!

Read part one here

“Wait—he said what? You can’t be serious Y/n. He told you he regrets the break up and that he still loves you? You’ve got to be kidding me—and on the same night that shit went down at your parent’s house? No shade towards your mom, she’s a lovely lady; but from what you told me about her reaction to meeting Yugyeom, I just know she probably tried to get in touch with Mark right after the two of you left. I mean come on, it’s not just coincidence that he confesses his feelings for you on the same night you introduce your boyfriend to your family. It’s obvious your family still want the two of you to end up together. You didn’t respond did you?”

You shook your head in disagreement. Both you and Youngjae were currently on break and eating your lunch in the break room. It’s been five days since that extremely awkward dinner with your boyfriend and your parents. Also five days since you received the messages from your ex-boyfriend; telling you that he was still in love with you and that he was willing to give it another try with your relationship if you wanted that also.

When you first received his messages, you didn’t know how to react nor how to feel. You haven’t seen or heard from Mark in over seven months and just like Youngjae was right now, you found yourself curious as to why he just so happened to text you only a few hours after your mom told you that she didn’t like Yugyeom. You knew your mom was still in touch with Mark’s mom and it was understandable—they became good friends even before the two of you started dating. However, the two women had a tendency to plan out the future of your relationship without either of you knowing.

Apparently Mrs.Tuan wasn’t a fan of the girl that they were talking about a few months ago. You wondered what the girl was like and if his mom—or anyone for that matter influenced him to end things with her. But then again, Mark was a grown man; he was old enough to make his own decisions for himself. This entire weekend you couldn’t get his words out of your mind.

If you’re still single, then I just want to tell you that I miss you like crazy and if you still feel the same way that I do, then maybe we can try again? I love you.

He loved you. He still loved you. Those three stupid little words have been repeating over and over in your mind—taunting you this entire weekend. Why did he have to say that—why did he have to text you at all? It’s as if he knew there was a chance you did reciprocate his same feelings even if you may or may not have been seeing someone else. Your heart—whether you liked it or not would always belong to Mark Tuan and this is what you were afraid of.

No matter who you were to end up with—they could be the most handsome, intelligent, talented and successful person on earth and you would still choose Mark over them every single time. As much as you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, you did find your fingers hovering over his contact; typing out responses halfway only to delete them before you could say anything that would answer his questions. Even if your heart was pleading with you to say something—anything, deep down you knew it wasn’t fair to Yugyeom. Yugyeom’s insecurities that he voiced to you right as you began to drive away from your parent’s house had you rethinking your brief lapse of judgement.

You don’t—you don’t still love him do you?

There was no way you’d be able to tell him that yes—there was still a small sliver of your heart that belonged to your ex-boyfriend; especially because it was obvious that he was genuinely hurt by the way your family treated him so crudely. The next morning when he came to pick you up so that the two of you could go get breakfast together, you were well aware that he was still bothered by the entire situation. He didn’t talk as much as he normally did and he barely even touched his food.

That alone indicated that he was so upset—your boyfriend had quite the appetite, so seeing him only take a few bites of his pancakes before pushing the plate away made your stomach sore. It was only natural though; if you were in his shoes and his family treated you the way your family treated him, you’d be devastated. But you didn’t know if you could keep lying to Yugyeom about your true feelings for him.

He was an extremely kind-hearted and soft spoken person. If you had to describe him in your own words, he was a golden retriever in human form; always happy and upbeat—always putting other people before himself and doing whatever he could to make his loved ones happy. There were some qualities in your boyfriend that you were very appreciative of; no matter how tired he could get from dance practice, he’d always come over and drop you off some dinner. He also had an adorable habit of calling you up on his lunch breaks to see how you were doing—and to make you laugh, he would search up cheesy pick up lines because he witnessed on many occasions how much you would laugh at a lot of the ones he would use on you even if they weren’t all that funny.

Yugyeom made it clear that all he wanted to do was be a boyfriend you could be proud of. He wanted you to love him the way he was falling in love with you—but deep down, as much as he wanted to believe that you were moved on, he wasn’t stupid. The younger boy might not have been the brightest bulb in the bunch, but he was very observant and he could tell that you weren’t yourself. Something was obviously bothering you.

If he wasn’t aware of Mark’s existence, he would have just assumed it was stress from work or school. But now, he couldn’t get rid of the many thoughts that you were distracted by your ex-boyfriend. If only he knew that it went further than just your mom’s distaste in him that led you to think about the man in question. You didn’t have the heart to tell him about Mark’s messages; you knew it would only make him even more timorous and uncertain about your genuine feelings for him.

For the three months of your relationship, not once have you ever shown him any ounce of worry or sign of being upset. You never took your stress out from work and school on him because you never wanted to cause him any unnecessary worry. There were days where you’d tell him you were exhausted and didn’t feel like going out or interacting with anybody; including him and he was always so understanding when it came to giving you your space. However, you were more distant than usual and he just couldn’t stop the feeling that your mom’s brash words had an influence on the outlook of your future together—if there was even a future for the both of you at this point.

He hated thinking like that, especially because he really did like you and since you were his first actual relationship, he felt as though his feelings for you were a lot stronger than they would have been if he had past dating experience. Yugyeom thought the world of you; he didn’t let your family’s negative reactions towards meeting him get in the way of the happiness you caused him or the way anything you did made his heartbeat increase. He thought it was still too early to love you, but he knew what he harbored for you was more than just simple infatuation.

Noticing how your smile never completely reached your eyes as it used to in the beginning of your relationship and how you were not being as interactive with him or putting in the same amount of effort in to the relationship that he was—he just knew there was a huge chance your heart was no longer in it. You may have enjoyed his presence; or just enjoyed him as an individual. Yugyeom had like to think that he was a good boyfriend and you praised him multiple times about his kind hearted and extremely generous nature. He might not have been what Mark was to you when the two of you were still together—nor did he probably mean as much to you as your ex-boyfriend did, but he wanted to think that he was worth it—that he was enough to help you move on.

That he could be the lucky guy that got to love you for the rest of your lives; but it was honestly too much to ask for. When Youngjae first warned him about you and how there was a chance that you still were healing from your past relationship, he took it with a grain of salt. Mark was your ex-boyfriend and like you said on the night of that disastrous dinner with your family, you were no longer with him for a reason. Unfortunately, as the days went by, he found himself becoming more and more unhappier.

It’s like you weren’t even trying to hide that you were upset—at this point, he wished you would just call it quits with him to spare his heart from breaking. But you continued to go on dates with him—you called him and texted him once you finished work, you’d cuddle up to him while watching a movie, you would bring him lunch every now and then to make sure he was eating all his meals on time and you kissed him like nothing was wrong.

If only that could be the case. You knew the way you were acting towards your boyfriend was extremely unfair; especially now that you were aware he knew all about Mark’s existence and that Mark was the reason you were so bothered these days. It wasn’t that you enjoyed hurting him—leading him on or pretending to care about him. Deep down, you knew Yugyeom meant a lot to you and that you were very appreciative of what he has done and continues to do for you.

Honestly, you really wanted things to work between the both of you. He made it adamant that he had feelings for you and that your relationship was one of the only sources of happiness he had in his life—maybe that’s why you continued to stick around. You might not have had the same amount of romantic feelings for him, but you weren’t a heartless person. There was no way you’d allow yourself to hurt him or inflict any kind of pain on him just because he wasn’t who you wished you were currently with. You were also afraid of what were to happen if you did leave him and went back to Mark.

Sometimes, like a book—life and relationships end just like that; in the snap of a finger. No cliff hanger, no sequel—nothing. What if you and Mark used to have was it? What if your breakup was the end of your book—what if you did give your love another try just for it to end the same way or even worse than it did the last time? You wouldn’t have Yugyeom to save you—to hold you and tell you that everything would be okay. It wasn’t like continuing your relationship was miserable—the younger boy was such a wonderful boyfriend, even if you could tell he was hesitant or took some time to plan out how to approach in fear of saying or doing something to upset you. Yugyeom deserved so much better than you—someone who had a clean slate just like he did. Someone who wouldn’t break his heart because she was still hung up over someone from her past. Yugyeom was your present—you should be keeping your focus solely on him but you just couldn’t do it. No matter how much you really wanted to. Little did you know that the future for your relationship was no longer in your hands anymore.

“I don’t know if Youngjae told you, but our company is having a Christmas party in two weeks and I don’t know how he did it, but he talked me in to going and I was wondering if you would like to go with me.”

You were currently sitting on Yugyeom’s lap—your face pressed up against his chest, listening to his heart beat ever so softly while re-runs of the office played on his laptop. Both your schedules have collided in the last week, so you weren’t able to see each other as much—but you got off of work early and asked to spend some time with him. Although he was the one who brought up wanting to see you, you couldn’t help but feel as if something was wrong. The atmosphere felt tense and you couldn’t put your finger on what exactly was out of place. He was more quiet than usual—but you just assumed it had to do with something that happened at practice.

His dance teacher has been hounding on him for almost a month now about perfecting his moves for a specific choreography their dance crew was meant to perform for at least five hundred people at this big theatre near his university, so you believed he must have felt discouraged or nervous. He also didn’t kiss you once he opened the door and allowed you inside—Yugyeom was always quick to place a chaste kiss on your lips which sometimes led to more passionate and heartfelt kisses—sometimes even steamy make out sessions—but tonight, you were the one to initiate the kiss—a couple of kisses actually.

He didn’t pull away and he did deepen the kiss, but you felt as though he was only doing it for your sake. Neither of you really said a word to each other besides what you both did today and if you had already ate, but that was it. Even though you were currently wrapped in his embrace—you didn’t feel comfortable in any way. He might have had his arms wrapped around you, but he wasn’t holding you affectionately. It felt forced; like he didn’t want you to think something was bothering him if he were to push you away or sit far from you.

“Oh—no, he didn’t say anything but I might be busy then—you know, with all the practicing and stuff for the performance—“

“I thought you said it was on the 12th?”

“It is.”

“The dinner is on the 22nd. But it’s fine if you don’t want to go. Maybe we can do something afterward or we can plan to go see the city lights—“

When you felt him take in a deep breath before motioning for you to get off of him, you knew he was going to say something negative or at least something you weren’t going to like. He turned to face you and but his bottom lip; a habit of his that you’ve noticed he would do if he was either nervous, worried or distraught.

“Y/n. I love you.”

Your eyes widened in shock of his revelation. He loved you? There wasn’t anything wrong with his confession; knowing the kind of timid person he was, it had to take a lot for him to say something that could be somewhat intimidating—especially since he had no idea how you felt about him. Those words sparked something inside of you. You knew you liked him—you cared about him and wanted nothing but the best for him, but did you love him?

If you genuinely loved Yugyeom, you wouldn’t let your mind wander over to Mark and the fact that you had yet to respond to him. Why were you even still wanting to? It’s been almost a month—he probably took your silence as your answer. It had to be too late to even try anything with Mark, so why were you going to ruin what you and Yugyeom had just because you were unsure of what your genuine feelings were? His heart was on the line—who were you to be the one that could ruin his entire outlook on love and relationships in general. You’d scar him—he’d probably be terrified of entering another relationship if the two of you were to end things and you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself knowing that you were the one who broke him.

“Yugyeom—I—“

“But I’m letting you go.”

Hearing his voice crack as he murmured the sentence in the most quietest voice you’ve ever heard emit from his mouth pulled on your heartstrings and made your stomach sink. When you and Mark first broke up—you were devastated. Since you were together for quite some time and seeing as how he was your first actual boyfriend, you never knew what heartbreak was. You’ve heard what it did to other people—how it made some of them so depressed to the point where they couldn’t find it in themselves to get out of bed.

You believed wholeheartedly that Mark was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with, so when things didn’t end up going as planned, it felt as if your entire world was flipped upside down. It had to be the worst feeling in the entire world. You didn’t want to sound dramatic, but you were sure you could have died from a broken heart and honestly, you wouldn’t have cared. Without Mark, you were nothing—completely nothing and there was nothing else really that you felt the need to survive for.

It was pathetic; you felt pitiful. Making someone the center of your life—your world—made you a complete and utter fool. You didn’t realize it until now, but Yugyeom did that with you and you were too focused on everything else going on in your life to recognize that you had something—someone so amazing that would love you and care for you without hesitation. As much as you wanted to be upset with his words—you couldn’t find it in yourself to react.

Sure, you didn’t want to lose him, he was one of the only people that you enjoyed having in your life. His presence calmed you down—he was your solace. He made you laugh and smile on the days where you didn’t even think you could do so. The idea of no longer having him in your life even as just a friend brought tears to your eyes. There was no way you could stay friends with him after this—you couldn’t do that to him or to yourself.

Even if you were to reciprocate his feelings, you knew he must have planned on breaking up with you for a while now. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t see this coming; if you were to treat anyone the way you have been treating Yugyeom, they probably would have left you a long time ago and you wouldn’t blame them. What person in their right mind would want to stay with someone whose heart obviously belonged to someone else? Someone who used to be in a long-term relationship with the person they loved? L

ooking at Yugyeom—you wanted to feel something, anything. You wanted so badly to try and get him to rethink his decision—you’d even lie and say that you loved him to get him to change his mind. But you knew that’s not what you wanted. You couldn’t keep doing this to him—preventing him from truly being happy. From not worrying and overthinking your relationship. From being with someone who would love him and appreciate him in the ways he deserved. The way you should have been doing so yourself.

“Can I ask you why?”

You didn’t feel like you deserved an explanation and you already knew the answer anyway—but you wanted to hear him say it. You wanted to hear from him personally so you could inflict pain on yourself for taking advantage of his kindness—his loyalty.

“It took me a long time to even come to this decision. I never understood what love was—I’m twenty-three years old and I had yet to express that kind of emotion. When you came in to my life, I had this sensation in my chest. It was nothing I’ve ever felt before—I always wanted to be around you, hear from you, hold you, kiss you—I love having you in my life. You make—well, made my heart so happy. I told all my friends about you—I even hinted about you to my mom, but I didn’t want to rush anything between us so I haven’t complete told my parents about you. But I was confident that you were someone I could see myself settling down with. I know we only started dating a couple of months ago, but that shows that you mean a lot to me. Unfortunately—I know you don’t care for me as much as I do for you. I can feel it in your hugs and your kisses—I can hear it in your voice and I see it in your eyes. You might be mine in hind sight—physically, but spiritually and mentally you belong to someone else. You might have said you no longer have feelings for him or that I’m the only guy you want to be with, but I think you tell yourself that so maybe one day you’ll believe it. If I didn’t know about him, then I would have just brushed off your constant dazing out as disinterest. You don’t have to say it—you’re still in love with Mark and there’s nothing I can do about that.” He brought his fingers up to your face and wiped away a tear that you didn’t even know fell. His eyes began to water also and his voice was faltering, but you could tell he was trying his best to be strong.

“You mean a lot to me y/n. You always will. All I want is for you to be happy and it’s painfully obvious that you’re not happy with me as much as you play yourself out to be. I know you’re trying to move on—but maybe you should try and see where his mind is at with this entire situation. But that’s only if you want to. I don’t know why the two of you broke up, but when two people are destined to be together—love will always find a way for them. God, I would have never thought I would be the kind of guy to give advice to my girlfriend about going back to her ex. I must be insane.”

You giggled gently before the tears picked up again. What did you do to deserve someone so patient and understanding? Someone who was giving one of the only things that he genuinely cared about in order to make you happy? What person does that? You don’t think you knew of anyone who would sacrifice their happiness and their feelings for someone else—someone that they love who unfortunately does not feel the same way towards them. He pulled you close to his chest and ran his fingers through your hair while waiting for your cries to settle down. You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself knowing what you did to him—knowing that you used him in a way for your own personal gain. There was no way you’d be able to look at him or even look at Youngjae without feeling like a terrible person.

“I’m so sorry Yugyeom—I’m so so sorry. You are an amazing person—you’re so wonderful. I never deserved you. Thank you for every single thing that you have done for me. I hope and pray that one day, someone will love you the way you love others—the way you love me. You have one of the kindest and most gentle hearts out of all the people that I know. You’re such a sweet and exceedingly special boy Kim Yugyeom. Please, don’t think any less of yourself because of my failure to recognize what an extraordinary person you are. You saved my life in ways that you will never know.” He cupped your cheek with the palm of his hand and left a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Stop making it sound like you’re a bad person y/n. You’re not. You’re in love and being in love isn’t a crime. Your feelings and emotions are valid. It took your breakup with Mark and your relationship with me for you to realize that he is the lucky man that you want to spend the rest of your life with. Now go. I will always be here for you whenever you need me.”

You were feeling so many different emotions in that moment; your heart felt heavy knowing that there was a huge possibility he was hurting. It was all your fault—as much as you genuinely had an amazing four months with him, you’d be lying if you said your intentions were pure. You wanted nothing more than to move on from Mark and there was no way you’d be able to do that without having someone to move on with.

Someone who gave you the entire world on a silver platter without hesitation. Sometimes, you’d find yourself regretting Youngjae’s offer of setting you up with his friend. Sure, you would probably be in a lot worse shape than you were in right now, but at least Yugyeom’s feelings would have been spared. But then again, you wouldn’t have met the person who changed your life entirely. He might not have been the one who owned your heart, but he did have a huge impact on it. After taking in a couple of deep breaths, you stood up and motioned for him to follow in suit before wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him as tightly as your body allowed you to.

Deep down, you knew you couldn’t stay with him even if you wanted to just to make him happy. It was selfish of you, but like he said—your happiness was all he cared about. You didn’t want to take your pain and suffering out on him any longer.

“There aren’t enough words for me to describe what a wonderful being you are. Please never hesitate to call me if you ever feel alone and need someone to talk to. I don’t want us to have any ill-feelings towards one another—although I could never feel anything but respect for you. Oh—um, do you mind keeping this between us for a while. I don’t think I’m mentally stable enough to receive an earful from Youngjae just yet. I can already hear him scolding me for making such a huge mistake.” He giggled softly—although, the light never reached his eyes. You were well aware he was just putting on an act to please you.

“Will do. Drive safely. Let me know when you get home—if you want to. You don’t have to—“ You got on your tip toes and placed a soft kiss on his lips before walking over towards the table and grabbing your things.

“I will. I promise. Goodnight Yugyeom.”

Right after leaving his apartment, you hastily walked to the elevators and covered your mouth—not wanting the entire floor to hear you cry over what had just happened. It was a lot for you to take in. You were now single, your ex-boyfriend gave you the green light to return back to your other ex-boyfriend and it was all because he had a gut feeling you still harbored feelings for Mark. Honestly, you didn’t even know whether or not you wanted to get in touch with Mark. Were you really going to reach out to him and reconnect with him just like that? Like you didn’t just go through a breakup literally less than half an hour ago?

Did Yugyeom mean that little to you? Could you really do that to him? Then again, if you continued to stay away from Mark, he would probably assume that there was nothing left for the two of you. All of this would have been for nothing. You wouldn’t have let go of someone who genuinely appreciated you—loved, cherished and adored you in ways other girls could only dream of. When you got in to your car, you sat in the driver’s seat for what felt like hours contemplating your decision and weighing out your option. You also found your fingers hovering over his contact—typing out multiple messages but ultimately deleting them.

After giving your situation some time to think over, you not down on your lip nervously as you dialed his number. During your relationship with him, you and Mark always preferred phone calls over text messages and emails. Sure, you’d save each other’s sweet, heartfelt love confessions that you’d send every now and then, but you both preferred talking to each other and hearing the other person’s voice over every other form of communication. If you thought you were nervous hearing Yugyeom tell you it was over between the two of you, you felt as though there was a huge possibility of you throwing up as an effect of waiting for him to pick up.

Ring after ring, you began to lose hope and wanted to give up completely. Maybe it was too late—maybe he found someone new to help fill the void or to try and get rid of you from his life completely. Who knows? What if he went back to his previous girlfriend, the one his mother told you about? Mark wasn’t going to wait forever for you and there was nothing you could do about that. Right as you were about to hang up the phone, you heard a little bit of shuffling before the notification popped up that he answered.

“Hey—sorry, my phone was on the charger and I was in the middle of playing fortnite. Are you okay? Is everything okay? Did something happen?” You tried your best to calm yourself down—hearing his voice for the first time in almost eight months was driving you slowly to the brink of insanity. If just hearing his voice alone was having such a huge toll on your thinking process and breath functioning, what more when you were to see him again in person—if you ever did.

“I—um—yeah—actually no—fuck. I’m sorry, I—I don’t know where to start or what to say really—“

“Y/n, you can tell me the truth. There has to be a reason why you’re calling me this late. I know you well enough to say that you don’t get in touch with someone for nothing—“

“Is it too late? Am I too late?”

The line went silent for a few moments—all you heard was the sound of his breathing and now you were regretting calling him in the first place. You felt so pathetic, of course it was too late. Who were you kidding? You wanted to laugh it off and say you were drunk—you wanted to tell him this phone call was a mistake, but like he said, he knew you well enough—hell, Mark knew you better than he knew himself.

He knew every single thing about you; from your favorite color to your blood type and even weird facts about you like how you love French vanilla ice cream but you couldn’t care less about vanilla bean. He was just so enamored by you and he wanted to familiarize himself with the person he claimed was his soulmate. The two of you may no longer be together, but he wasn’t going to forget everything he learned about you that easily or that quickly.

“If you’re referring to what I think—and can only hope that you’re referring to, then no. It’s not too late. It’ll never be too late. I meant what I said that night. I haven’t stopped thinking about you at all since our breakup. I’m still so head over heels in love with you; I probably always will be and I miss you like hell y/n. But if that’s not what you’re talking about, then please completely disregard what I just said.”

You laughed softly at the idea of Mark getting all flustered at the thought of you wanting to give your relationship another try. You knew him just as much as he knew you. He was probably scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment and his cheeks were probably red from blush. Hearing him say those three words so easily made your heart flutter. It was different reading that he loved you through text messages and actually hearing those magical words fall from his pretty lips. Yugyeom was right—your heart would always belong to Mark no matter how many other guys were to try and replace him—there was no getting over him.

“I love you too Mark. I don’t think I ever stopped. I’ll explain everything to you once I see you again or once we decide what we’re going to do, but for now I think I just want to call it a night.”

The word exhausted didn’t even describe half of what you were feeling in the moment—but you were more mentally drained than physically. You couldn’t get the image of Yugyeom looking so sad out of your mind. It’s as though your brain was purposely taunting you for making decisions with your heart. Your stupid, stupid heart.

“Wait—before you hang up, would it be okay if I come over? I know it might seem too soon and I respect your wishes entirely if you decide that tonight isn’t all that great. I just—I really want to see you—I need to see you. But I will wait however long you need me to. Who knows, maybe you think you want me back in your life tonight, but tomorrow morning when you wake up, you’ll regret your decision—“

He sounded so defeated trying to explain that you might be calling him as a spur of the moment kind of thing or because you might have only missed him as a result of being lonely. From your knowledge, he didn’t know you were in a relationship, but then again, your mothers were notorious for gossiping about what went on in both your lives. That had to be the reason why he texted you all those messages on the same night you and Yugyeom had a disaster dinner at your parent’s house. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you were to find out your mom called Mrs.Tuan and complained to her about your new boyfriend right after you and Yugyeom left their house that night.

“No—no—I want this. I want you. Trust me, I want nothing more than to be yours again. Our breakup—no longer having you in my life—not getting to hear your beautiful laugh that always lifted my spirits and filled my chest with so much warmth, not getting to trace these extremely handsome features of yours while being wrapped up in your embrace—no longer being able to go to bed with you right next to me and waking up to your stinky morning breath—it all sucked. I felt like such a pathetic idiot for crying over you, especially since we both agreed that we needed this break up. I didn’t realize how I was completely nothing without you until I couldn’t reach out to you when life got too hard. I couldn’t function without you around—you’re the sole reason of my existence Mark. I love you—God, you don’t even understand how much I love you.”

“Stop—please stop—you don’t know what your words are doing to my heart right now. I’m going to melt in to a fucking puddle—do you still live at the same apartment? I’ll come over. I have to kiss you—I’m sorry. I don’t even care if you decide that you came to a mindless choice—“

“Yes, I still live there. Now, enough with the nonsense. Shut up and come kiss me.”

You would have never thought in the many months of your breakup that there would ever be a day you would get to have Mark in your life again. Right after the two of you came to the decision to break up in the first place, you thought it was over completely. Breakups are initiated for a reason—to no longer be with that person. As much as you wanted to believe that one day, you and Mark would find your way back to another and that it couldn’t have been the end for the two of you, your minds were made up at that time—if your love was strong enough to last, if the feelings you had for Mark meant anything—wouldn’t you still be in a relationship with him?

No matter how hard life could get for the both of you at one point, shouldn’t your love have been enough to conquer whatever battle you were going through? Hearing him confess every single heartfelt thought of his made your stomach fill up rapidly with butterflies. This was not the way you thought things were going to end up tonight. Just a little over three hours ago, you were running your fingers through Yugyeom’s soft, brown locks—telling him that you couldn’t wait for him to become a renowned hip-hop dancer and that you thought the world of him. Now, you were just minutes away from being in Mark’s arms again—the man you’ve been in love with for almost a decade now.

The same man you were sure you wanted to settle down and spend the rest of your life with. It pained you to admit it—thinking something like this made you feel so selfish and inhuman, but you never saw a legitimate future with Yugyeom. He was a very wonderful person and you were sure he would be an even better husband than he was a boyfriend—but it wouldn’t be for you—he wasn’t meant to be yours just like in a sense; you were never really his.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes—tops. I love you, I love you, I love you—so fucking much. Agh—I’m so excited. I’ll see you real soon baby.”

The excitement and enthusiasm in his voice and hearing the term of endearment gave you a rush of adrenaline. Only then did you realize that you were still parked in Yugyeom’s guest parking. Your apartment wasn’t all too far away from his and seeing as how you were notorious for speeding, you found no problem rushing over to your place with the intent of both showing and telling Mark just how much you’ve missed him. You found yourself running a few red lights—laughing to yourself at your eagerness and impatience.

The love of your life was yours again—you couldn’t wait any longer to see him. It took you less than five minutes to pull up to your apartment structure and you made a beeline to your unit; not caring how you parked—you wanted to clean up the place just a little bit while changing in to some clothes that would make you look more presentable. You were running all around your apartment like a mad woman. Thankfully, you had the motivation to clean and tidy up the day before, so the only thing you really had to worry about was what you were going to wear. When the two of you were still dating, Mark made it known that he couldn’t care less about what you wore—he believed you made any outfit look so good and most of the time, it ended up on the floor anyway.

However, was a huge fan of seeing you in his clothes—they were two sizes too big for you because he loved buying oversized and baggy clothing, and even some of his tight fitted clothes swallowed you whole so anything bigger was practically like a tent on you. You dug in to the depths of your closet for some of his clothes that you still had—you never had the courage to give it all back to him and you always felt like once you were to return all of his things, it really meant there was no turning back for the both of you. You found one of his shirts—one that you stole from him over three years ago because you loved the way it looked on you and he was always vocal about how he did too.

Mark wasn’t the kind of person to grow irritated if you were to take his things without asking. What’s his was also yours and if anything, he would even offer many times to let you use and borrow anything if and when needed. That’s just who he was and it was one of his many traits that you loved about him so much. Right as you changed in to the shirt and a pair of shorts, the doorbell rang and it took every bone in your body not to run over and open it.

No matter how much you were craving to finally have him back in your arms again, you didn’t want to come off as too eager. You took in a few deep breaths in attempts to calm your racing heart and allowed yourself to react naturally to seeing him. Honestly, you didn’t know what kind of reaction you should have expected once you opened the door—but he didn’t give you any time to process his presence before he practically yanked you up against his chest and roughly smashed his mouth against yours.

His kiss felt so foreign yet so familiar—the two of you have kissed many, many times in the seven years you have been together for. Kissing Mark was one of your favorite things to do. There were a lot of different kisses you would share; from slow and passionate to rough and steamy—nonetheless, the way Mark kissed you was always so wonderful and breathtaking—literally. However, this kiss in particular had to be the best one you’ve shared. He had a tight grip on your hip with one hand; grazing his thumb against your lower back while cupping your cheek with his other—melding your lips together perfectly like his life depended on it—as if the world were to end if he didn’t kiss you like he meant it. You smiled widely against his mouth, still trying to accept that this was really happening.

That Mark was currently at your doorstep and kissing you with so much fervor to the point where your lungs were drying up with the lack of oxygen. The two of you continued to make out for a few more minutes; you couldn’t find it in yourself to let go and to your delight, neither did he. Once you felt like you needed to pull away in order to breathe and to recuperate your sanity, you gently placed your hand against his chest and stole one more kiss from his bottom lip before reaching for his hand and leading him inside. You brought him over to the couch and allowed him to sit down before you attempted to find your place right next to him—however, he grabbed at your hips and pulled you on top of his lap; finding a position you would both be comfortable in before leaving a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Hi.” You grinned softly at him before playfully pinching his cheek.

“Hi.”

A part of you felt like you should be finding it weird that the two of you were acting as if nothing was wrong—like the breakup never even happened. Like you didn’t spend the last four months with another man on top of three months mourning over what no longer was. But this was Mark—the man you knew every single detail about from head to toe. The same man who you went through practically everything with. Every high and every low that happened in your life—a Mark was there.

On the days that you cried because work or school could be a little too difficult, he held you like a baby and rocked you back and forth to console you while whispering words of encouragement and comfort. On the days where you achieved success or something amazing happened that you weren’t quite expecting, he would bask in the excitement with you and celebrate in multiple ways to show you just how proud he was.

Mark wasn’t just anybody—your heart—mind, body, soul and spirit belonged to this man. He was your person as much as you were his even before either of you even realized it. Neither of you were obviously the same people you were almost eight months ago, but you’d like to think that the distance ultimately brought the two of you together like an invisible magnet—or a gravitational pull. You snuggled up against him—allowing your body to mold in to his; barely giving him any personal space. You wanted him to know just how much you’ve missed him and how miserable you’ve been without him.

“My shirt looks so fucking good on you as always. It’s like you want me to die before I can even really get to have my way with you. I can’t tell you how fast my heart rate increased when I saw your name on my phone. I had to do a double take. If I’m being honest, I pathetically checked my phone at least five times every single day to make sure you didn’t text me. I couldn’t help myself—I had to hide my phone in fear of not having any self control and calling you up just to hear your response. I know I told you to completely disregard my messages if you had someone else or if you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore, but I still kept holding on to this tiny string of hope that you were going to find your way back to me.”

His words felt like a jab to the chest; you thought about this on multiple occasions after receiving his messages. You knew it took a lot for him to build up the courage to text you all that he did; especially since he was unaware of your feelings and relationship status. Your heart began to hurt for him; Mark was a very fragile and sensitive guy. The two of you hardly ever argued but when you did, he was always the first one to throw in the white flag and sacrifice his pride in order to make things right between the two of you.

He’s told you many times that he hates seeing you upset or sad, even more so when he is the reason. You couldn’t help but feel as though he was beating himself up for the last few weeks over the fact that you didn’t respond and it made you feel horrible. You should have at least told him you moved on—or that you were trying to. But you were keeping that window open just in case a night like tonight would happen.

“I’m so sorry Mark. I didn’t mean to ignore you—I’ve been wanting to respond to you right as I got your messages. When I read that you still love me and that you wanted to give us another try, I was over the moon. I couldn’t stop rereading over your messages—but—I was in a relationship. Can I ask you something?” He nodded against your neck and left a gentle kiss against your skin before giving you his full attention.

“That night that you texted me—I brought my boyfriend over for dinner to meet my family. It was a disaster. They were extremely hostile and my mom made it well aware that she did not like him at all but there wasn’t a reason for her to be so rude. He tried his best to impress everyone, especially my mom, but she didn’t even put effort in to pretending that she was the least bit interested. I pulled her to the side and that’s when she told me she would only ever approve of you. She said to stop being stupid and to do whatever I possibly could to get you back. I don’t know why she’s so adamant on us ending up together—well, I know why—we have so many memories together. You’ve been in my life for almost ten years, we got in to this familiar routine of only really knowing each other. You are all I’ve ever known Mark and it took our break up for me to realize and accept that you’re all I ever want to know. I felt so lost without you—you took a huge part of me with you when you left. But what makes us so confident that things are going to work out this time? What if the same reason we broke up the first time causes us to break up again? I can’t lose you Mark—I can’t go through another broken heart—“

His lips were warm against yours and as much as you weren’t the biggest fan of him interrupting you—you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to kiss him a lot more now that he was back in your life.

“And you won’t baby. I can promise you that. No more tears—no more breaking up—I can’t be without you, I need you y/n. I don’t know how I went this long without you but let me tell you, I was suffering. Waking up every morning felt like a chore. Interacting with people became so annoying and I hated leaving my apartment. I couldn’t stop thinking that we made a mistake—every single day. I wanted to storm back in to your apartment and kiss you senseless. I wanted to fight harder for you—for us. I’ve known that I wanted you in my life until I grew old and wrinkly even before we became a couple. Every time my mom brought you up in to conversation, I could physically feel my heart break. I wanted to ask her how you were doing—if you found somebody new, if you still had feelings for me the way I did with you, if you regretted the break up—but I didn’t think it would be good for either of us.” He took in a deep breath before running his hands through your hair and placing his chin on your shoulder.

“Jinyoung kept giving me that bullshit “if we were meant for each other, we would still be together.” I had to stop myself from socking him in the face. That was complete and utter bullshit. He and Jaebeom kept trying to set me up with all these girls I had no interest at all in. I even left a date like an asshole because I wanted nothing to do with them or just dating in general. I didn’t want to be with anyone if it wasn’t you. The thought of loving someone else made me sick to my stomach. My mom gave me the same earful—telling me to go buy you a bouquet of flowers, a nice piece of jewelry and to ask you for forgiveness. She wouldn’t stop reminding me that you are the best thing to happen to me—like I didn’t already know that and believe that wholeheartedly. I promise she didn’t reach out to me—although, I don’t blame her for loving me so much, I’m amazing—ow! What? I’m being serious!” He rubbed his forehead on the spot where you flicked him before playfully squeezing your butt.

“That was simply coincidence—or maybe it was fate. Maybe your mom talking about how much she wanted us together is what got you to realize that that’s what you wanted too. Like I told you in the text, my mom brought you up to my dad when I went to go visit them. I know it was on purpose—I’m telling you, our mothers are a dangerous pair when they’re together. Maybe we should keep our relationship a secret for a little while—I’m sure they’ll have a field day once they find out and the last thing I need is for my mom to boast that she told me so. Wait—do you mind telling me when you and your boyfriend broke up? I mean, you don’t have to, I’m just curious—“

“He broke up with me—because of you.” He gave you the most adorable look of confusion—obviously not understanding any word you just said and motioned for you to continue.

“I never told him about you when he and I started seeing each other—I didn’t feel like it was necessary. But our mutual friend who introduced us to each other let him know that I had gotten out of a relationship four months prior just to warn him that I might still be healing from the breakup. I never showed him that I was still hung up on you or that my mind and heart was somewhere else—but that night, he put two and two together and asked me if I still loved you. I couldn’t help it—I had to lie to him. I wanted to move on—and I couldn’t do that if I was still making you the center of my world. I thought that if I continuously told him that I felt nothing towards you anymore, I would start to accept it myself.”

You brought your hands up in to his shirt; wanting to be as close to him as possible but not in a sexual way. This was one of your favorite ways of being intimate with him. He was your own personal furnace; his body was always so warm and you had to stifle back a laugh seeing him blush at the feeling of your dainty fingers running along his chest.

“I got your messages right after he dropped me home that night and I’ve been so out of it ever since. He knew I was unhappy—he told me he was aware that I did not love him or care for him the way he obviously did with me. He had a feeling that the dinner is what turned my mood so sour, but he never spoke up about whether or not hearing your name again happened to be the reason why I was so distracted. I wanted to act as if everything was fine—I wanted to pretend that your words weren’t the only things I was putting my focus on, but they were. I didn’t react to his accomplishments as much—I no longer laughed at his jokes or initiated any kind of skin ship. I was only staying with him for his sake and because I was hoping that maybe one day I would reciprocate his feelings. But I couldn’t and I honestly never will. He wanted me to be happy—even if that meant giving me up to someone else. I couldn’t keep leading me on and using him for my benefit. It wasn’t fair to either of us and it made me come to the realization that nobody will ever be able to replace you. I’ll never love anyone or care about anyone the way I do with you. You’re my soulmate Mark Tuan. My special person. It’s going to be you and only you for the rest of my life.”

You looked up at him with so much love and adoration in your eyes—God, how did you live without him for so many months? Seeing tears brim up at his eyes made your heart flutter—he might have told you he loved you on a daily basis, but watching him cry over you just proved how much you meant to him. You pecked him gently before wiping away a couple of tears from his cheeks.

“I love you y/n. More than I will ever be able to tell you—but I can show you every single day through my actions. You mean everything to me. Every morning I wake up and every night before I go to bed, even during the day, my heart longs for you and my mind wanders to you. You’re my entire world baby and I plan on giving you everything you deserve and more. I know we won’t be able to pretend like these last seven months didn’t happen, but I will make it up to you. I promise. I won’t let anything get in the way of you and I. You and me—we’re endgame. I’m going to marry you one of these days and we’re going to live the life we’ve always wanted—together.” You beamed up at him and reconnected your lips together; humming contently in to the kiss.

“Hmmm—that sounds wonderful. Together with you is my favorite place to be.”

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dreamylyfe-x · 4 years ago

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for someone late to the shameless game, would you be up for shedding some light on the caleb vs. trevor fandom drama? just saw an old post of yours about it and wondered what i missed all those years ago 👀 also i keep seeing stuff like ian's biphobia against caleb led to the end of that relationship and while ian definitely left/leaves much to be desired in terms of wokeness, i always thought it was caleb's dishonesty and cheating that was (understandably) the final blow. meanwhile, trevor seemed to generally mean well though the guy certainly couldnt hold a candle to how ian felt about mickey or really deal well with ian's illness.

Hey! I’m not sure which post of mine you’re referring to -- maybe this one? Or this one? If I go over my whole blog I probably have talked about Trevor more than Caleb, but I am definitely far less friendly to Caleb than Trevor.

In terms of fandom drama, I’ll do my best -- but someone else is probably a much better authority on this than I, because I also joined the fandom far after Trevor and Caleb departed the show. But here’s what I got:

First of all, most Gallavich Stans do not like the third parties. Any of ‘em. Cole is the exception that proves the rule. That’s pretty drama free. It’s rare that anyone wants to have a conversation about how Caleb deserved better.

Secondly, most people feel that Ian’s non-Mickey relationships were bad relationships. Like beyond “they story isn’t as interesting” and “the chemistry isn’t there” -- people feel like the relationships are unhealthy. For a great overview of why, focusing solely on Ian’s behaviour, I direct you to a post that @whaticameherefor made today that I think is an A++ summary of where Ian is at.

Thirdly, people find both Trevor and Caleb problematic in different ways, to differing degrees and there has been some debate over that. That debate, as I’ve witnessed it, is mostly around Trevor. When I entered the fandom, people barely talked about Caleb. Trevor posts were far more common and far more critical -- but I think that’s because Trevor was just flat out a more important relationship for Ian. Trevor takes heat for two major things.

1. A lot of people think that Trevor was too sexually aggressive with Ian and pushed his boundaries past where he was willing to go. (Prime example cited: Ian bottoming. The fact that they play for a laugh that involves him repeatedly saying “ow” doesn’t help people feel more comfortable with that scene.)

2. Even more people think that Trevor was insensitive to Ian’s traumas, particularly regarding his mother, and was too quick to disregard Ian’s feelings and experiences. (Prime example cited: Siding with Monica when Ian gets angry and saying things like “She apologized! Move on.”)

Trevor is the only character I’ve seen people full on fight about, but that argument was rooted in an opinion being stated as fact, and that never goes well. I have heard some faint rumblings that Elliot wasn’t delighted with his Shameless experience but I’ve never been able to find anything concrete about that. If he didn’t like how Trevor left the show, I would certainly understand.

As for Caleb -- he’s been more discussed lately, largely because he is honestly just a much worse boyfriend than Trevor, and people sometimes bring that up with some degree of awe. Primary arguments against Caleb:

1. He’s extremely critical of Ian from the jump in a way that feels manipulative. Ian can’t do anything right with Caleb and Caleb makes sure he knows it.

2. Said something negative about Mickey and was present when Ian said negatives things about Mickey. And was kinda a dick about ordering food.

3. Suggests that Ian is “treasure in the trash” which is deeply patronizing and also appears to be something Caleb deeply believes about Ian.

4. Takes Ian to a wedding to upset his homophobic father and tells Ian nothing about this until they are there.

5. Cheats on Ian and then tries to guilt him into thinking it’s his fault.

I’ve actually never seen the breakup attributed to Ian’s biphobia -- which Ian definitely seems to have. But I’d argue that Ian is transphobic at the beginning of his relationship with Trevor and gets past it with a little education. Caleb isn’t going down that route with him at all. Caleb is just trying to get away with cheating on him.

I do tend to hang out in a very Ian Positive part of Tumblr -- to me, these relationships can’t go anywhere because, as @whaticameherefor points out, Ian is hung up on his ex. But they also have other specific failings. Caleb is manipulative and dishonest. Trevor is hurt, and ultimately overwhelmed by the extend of Ian’s problems.

I hope that helps some! I don’t have that much tea on this front, I fully admit.

#asks #anti-caleb #lightly #anti-trevor #I will still spare the people who likeTrevor #Ian's ex-boyfriend's #and all their issues

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shiny-procrastinates · 3 years ago

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(re)Watching Magia Record S1 - part 3

part 2 here

Hello everyone and welcome back to our watch-through of the first season of Magia Record! Last time, we met a trio of Kamihama magical girls, Momoko, Rena and Kaede, and, after Rena and Kaede fighting, Kaede is kidnapped by the “chain monster”, a part of the rumor of the Staircase of Severance. Now, it’s up to Iroha, Momoko and Rena to find and take her back. Will they succeed, or will someone lose their heads? The only way to know is by watching, so let’s get right to it.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica Side Story: Magia Record Episode 3

Rather than going back to the plot right away, we are given a flashback of Iroha’s younger sister and two other girls. The brown haired girl has apparently created an eternal motion machine in the form of a toy train, saying something about how adults must be stupid if they never thought of that before, and that toy train proceeds to crash into a pile of books and set fire on them. Good job.

I don’t want to hear this from a gacha game character. Your original work is even more fragile than this!

The megane girl, Nemu, compares the brown haired girl, Touka’s actions to the burning of the Library of Alexandria (dramatic much?) and the two start fighting, with Ui trying to stop them. They’re just like Momoko’s trio on the previous episode, breaking their friendship up and everything.

Once again, it was Iroha’s dream. You know the erasure really went in on it when even the rug is cut in half.

Iroha’s sister had friends at the hospital, so she could get some new clues if only she could find them.

Floof Momoko.

Before going looking for Kaede, Momoko and co. drop by Kamihama Mirena-za, aka. the Coordinator’s. I tried searching if Milena constellation was actually a thing, but the only thing I could find was that there’s a Galileo satellite named Milena. Huh.

The Coordinator had a client, but she’s done right away. We learn that the Coordinator’s name is Mitama Yakumo, but still have no idea what she actually does.

Besides not having a sense of personal space.

Momoko explains that Iroha’s not there to get adjusted, whatever that means, and asks if Yachiyo is there yet. Who’s this Yachiyo though?

Aaawkward.

To no one’s surprise, I guess, since I already said it, but this girl is Yachiyo. And she absolutely ignores Iroha. Rude.

Yachiyo and Momoko start talking between themselves about Kaede’s case. (and MItama’s fixing Momoko’s hair. Cute). It seems Yachiyo is well aware of the rumor of the Staircase of Severance. She pulls out a notebook, and Momoko notes that she’s knowledgeable about these things.

Momoko asks Yachiyo to lend them her help, and Yachiyo agrees to do it, since Kaede is in danger, but adds that she won’t work with people who will only be a burden, looking at Iroha.

...not that she’s wrong, but still rude.

Well, I mean, that might make sense when you’re so op, but you don’t have to say it outright!

Still, Yachiyo has a point: it’d be too dangerous to bring along a weak magical girl to a fight with an unknown enemy. So Mitama offers a solution: why don’t they just adjust Iroha’s Soul Gem?

Mitama does a very short explanation of what “adjusting a Soul Gem” actually entails, and this one short screen tells us the rest. It’s basically what let Momoko and Rena do that joint attack earlier. I wonder if this was even long enough on the screen for the people who watched this on tv to read it.

Momoko says that Yachiyo should have no complaints as long as they do that and Yachiyo is like “yeah, whatever”.

...now that I think about it, what is Mitama doing here?

Continue? Iroha hasn’t sacrificed anyone tho.

...oh, I forgot we don’t get to see Iroha getting adjusted.

So, our girls are now at the rumored stairs at Kamihama University Affiliated School. Leaving aside Momoko and Rena, since they are students there, one has to wonder how exactly did Iroha and Yachiyo manage to get up there without being found. This school’s security is lacking!

While the girls run up to the rumored Staircase of Severance (this is so annoying to write) we see some messages on screen of what I assume are Rena’s classmates, and get pushed some ideas of what friends should be like, all while Momoko tries to cheer Rena up.

Okay, that’s a really narrow staircase. Who decided to put this creepy thing here?

Momoko writes her and Yachiyo’s name on the staircase (and we sneakily learn Yachiyo’s surname is Nanami). The two are reenacting the rumor, so now they’ll make up to draw the Chain Witch out. That is, after they give us their transformation scenes!

While Yachiyo’s themes are water and stars(?), and she has gracious movements, Momoko’s literally burning up and kicking things. Their transformations parallel one another, and yet they are completely opposites. I love it! (but Momoko kicking the sword still takes the cake for me).

Now that I think about it, for all that fire theme she has going, Momoko's not that hot-blooded. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover, I guess.

Rena’s transformation focuses on her shapeshifting powers, throwing her through mirrors and with lots of expression changes. It’s not because she’s tsundere, the transformation seems to tell us Rena has lots of faces.

...I also like her DDR routine right at the start, it’s cute.

The theme of Iroha’s transformation is birbs. Rather than telling us something about who she is like the others, I see hers as basically about what she’s doing right now: much like she did by coming to Kamihama, Iroha takes the courage and jumps into the unknown, chasing after a mirage.

I’m always a little bothered with how she falls straight down despite taking impulse when she jumps, but hey, what can you do lol

One of the (many) cool things about this whole sequence is how the bgm is continuous throughout the transformations, only changing a bit to match each of the girls.

That’s not very convincing acting, Momoko. Yachiyo’s is not much better, either. They theorize it only works if they’re really fighting, and Rena says she’ll do it.

Rena starts apologizing, but nothing happens. Iroha says it might be because she’s not saying it from her heart and Rena’s gets upset.

Rena can’t just feel like making up right away, but it’s not like she doesn’t want Kaede to come back. These two seem to have a complicated relationship, but in the end, it’s clear that Rena does like her. Rena starts crying and apologizes for making Kaede be friends with someone like her all this time. Then, the Chain Witch appears.

We get a flashback to Rena flashbacking (confusing, I know) about all the times Kaede apologized to her, while watching an idol show.

Don’t we all?

So, yeah… Rena is a complicated character. (and a Sayuki stan)

Iroha wakes up in Rena’s room for some reason. Clearly-not-Momoko starts a monologue of how no one could ever like Rena.

Rena hates herself, so she wanted to change. She wanted to become someone else, so her wish gave her shapeshifting powers, but didn’t change her, so she still hates herself (considering the implications when this type of wish does work, see Oriko’s Kirika, she might have gotten the better end of the deal.

Kaede calls out to Rena and Iroha and Rena break out of the strange television-exposition-vision-thingy. So the first thing they start doing, naturally, is start bickering again. Great friends!

Oh look, the weird Kyuubei is back! Like the nice mascot character he is, he’s showing Iroha the way to the main Witch.

Rena and Kaede start to have a heart-to-heart while fighting (the familiars now, not each other).

Familiar: hahaha, that tickles

Rena says their friendship is over once they get out of there, since they were never real friends to begin with, but Kaede doesn’t want that. Kaede says that if Rena’s problem is that she never apologizes, she just did earlier and Rena says that didn’t count, so Kaede replies that then they breaking up doesn’t count either. Nice, Kaede!

Kaede basically says that, yeah, Rena can be terrible, but she likes her that way anyway, so they can continue being friends.

Rena says that Kaede needs to listen to her, she needs to let her apologize too and tells her she’ll do it once they get out.

While they’re doing that, Yachiyo and Momoko climb to the top and knock down the witches’ main body. Momoko then calls for Kaede and Rena to finish it off. Nice VFX there btw.

Rena and Kaede join hands and using both their magic they pinball the witch into the air with Rena's mirrors. Rena launches plant-enchanted copy spears at it and the witch bursts into leaves and dries... Kaede's magic is kind of scary like this.

Oh, how adorable. Aaaand he's gone.

The witch is defeated and Rena now has to make good on her promise to apologize. But, seems like honestly apologizing is still too much of a hurdle for her so after some struggle she swerves to another thing. Thankfully, Kaede knows Rena well enough and she's fine with this.

Look at them, so precious.

While Momoko and Iroha catch their breath, Yachiyo approaches them and informs them the Witch didn't drop a Grief Seed. In fact, she says that might've not even been a Witch at all. Yachiyo points out it's weird to have a Witch that comes out anywhere whenever the conditions of a rumor are met, in particular since they didn't even feel it's magic beforehand. She warns them that something weird is going on in Kamihama, then leaves in the most dramatic way possible.

Sometime later, our group is back at Satomi Medical Center. Seems Rena has given in and decided to help after all.

Going by the original plan, Rena transformed into a nurse and investigated the hospital. It's pretty cool how her voice is slightly distorted in this little sequence with her undoing her transformation.

No one in the hospital remembered Iroha's sister, but they did remember Touka and Nemu. That means Iroha's memories aren't entirely wrong.

With that, Iroha goes back to Takarazaki for the day, with some new friends and a very small but important step closer to finding her beloved younger sister.

"Sorry for making you my friend."

That's it folks, this was the third episode of Magia Record('s first season)! No one lost their heads... well except that not-witch if we count the bell as it's head, but I think that's just fine for this series, because--

OH WAIT THERE'S MORE

Talking about lost heads, look who's here! I totally forgot this episode had a stinger. My bad.

Kyuubei can't enter Kamihama now for some reason, so he needed someone to investigate the cause for him and contacted Mami as a strong veteran Magical Girl. There are rumors about that someone in Kamihama is gathering all the Witches around to monopolize Grief Seeds, which would explain why the city is infested with them and they being stronger than normal. Mami says she doesn't want trouble with the Magical Girls of another territory, but will investigate whether the current events are due to a Witch or Magical Girl. I like the short cut that shows her from beneath the grating, it's neat. Just have no idea what it's supposed to mean.

!--rant incoming--! (I say, as if this whole post isn't one)

Anyways, like I was saying... writing? Before the stinger disrupted my thoughts, I think it's just fine that Magia Record's ep3 doesn't have any big twists like Madoka. The original had that maybe for the shock factor, yes, but also because it needed it to make clear what kind of story they were actually going for, and that worked great for that show and the time when it came out. But Magia Record is more of a mystery. We don't need it to push the point of magical girl suffering because the original already did that, we need it to give us things to puzzle about, and that it already did with the weird witch of this episode. Could it have made that better? Maybe, but Magia Record also has the problem that it's cast is significantly bigger, so they have to fit those introductions somewhere. So while it introduces Momoko's trio and a bit Yachiyo, it also tries it's best to situate us (and Iroha by extension) as to how Kamihama's magical girl's world is like and what's going on there. It's a lot to juggle and the anime doesn't get the benefit like the game of being able to just put the character's backstory on a separate chapter. I really like character focused things, so I don't mind the anime trying to fit as much as it can in, but I can see how that might turn other people off. That's one of the things that's really a matter of taste I guess.

!--ok, you can come back now--!

One of the visual things I really like in this episode is the effect with the floating kana and kanji on the Labyrinth. I wonder how that was done. It's animated, so I don't think it's part of the background, but then I'm also not sure at which stage of production that'd be put in. It's really neat.

Well, with this, we are done with episode 3 of Magia Record! What will we do next? Who knows! It doesn't seem like Iroha noticed it, but just knowing that Touka and Nemu existed, not even getting their surnames, does not give her any new clues to go with. She barely started and already is at a dead-end, poor girl.

Before jumping off the building, Yachiyo also added another question to our already filled question bucket: what was up with that weird witch? What is this strange thing that is going on in Kamihama? Why are you looking like that at Momoko's team?

As viewers, however, there is only one way of answering all this: by watching. So I'll be looking forward to having you guys join me tomorrow for episode 4! Have a good morning/afternoon/evening!

PS.: The last two episodes had about 30 screenshots, this one has about 40, at this rate by the time I get to episode 13 I'll be taking screenshots of the whole episode...

#Magia Record #Puella Magi Madoka Magica #pmmm magia record

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