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blxetsi · 3 years ago

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HIIIII!! can i get a pieck finger dating headcanons if that’s alright with you of course? your stuff makes me soft, stay safe!

yuh ‼️ tysm for your request

pieck finger dating headcanons (modern au)

pieck finger x gn!reader

warnings: literal fluff, no angst or anything i love pieck

- bc pieck is assumed to be like 23-26 this wont be a uni au or anything

- idk i rlly think you guys wouldve met in a mundane way

- like you bump into her on the sidewalk and try to the really awkward "oh im so sorry i didnt see you there- no really it was my fault- are you sure youre okay ?- okay great- no im not hurt- yeah- okay have a good day and again im so sorry !!" thing with her

- and then maybe you guys see each other again at a coffee place, youre there with your friends and shes there with hers, and you dont wanna talk to her obv bc that would be awkward

- then ur friend makes u go and order another coffee for them, and while youre waiting for your order pieck comes and stands beside you

- and shes very observant yknow ?? if she sees a face its very hard for her to forget it

- so she immediately recognizes you and blurts out "its you !"

- and you have to be like "oh yeah ! it is me ! its you too"

- she finds it quite cute and giggles about it

- a very laidback person but also a very blunt person

- she doesnt find any harm in asking "can i get your instagram @" look she doesnt wanna be a creep and ask for ur number right at the start

- and it gives her a chance to find out what kind of person you are

- it would absolutely suck for her if such a cute face was posting fishing pictures and alt right propaganda yknow ??

- so you two do and then both of your orders come so you two give awkward goodbyes before going back to your groups

- her instagram is very pretty, nice themes

- she posted a couple of hours ago, with her and her friends in a park, taking a couple of posed photos while some looking like they were natural

- shes adorable and you cant help but feel your cheeks go warm as you basically stalk her page

- she dms you and says "are you too busy looking at my feed that you havent followed me yet ?" and you see this mf staring at you across the room like 👁️👁️

- okay nosy lets calm down now 🙄🤚

- you try to defend urself but ur typing so quick you keep making errors in your writing, she ends up saying something else

"you know, i was doing the exact same thing. youre beautiful you know"

- thank you pieck 🥰

- over the next couple of weeks thats how you two communicate. she'll send you instagram memes and edits of her favourite shows, movies, games etc. and you find yourself having a lot in common w her

- you check her story so frequently it becomes one of the first accounts on the top of your homepage

- and FINALLY, when she feels she can see you as a friend and not just some pretty stranger she met on the street she asks you out

- it was a simple thing, just to the movies, and she even let you pick which one !! (imagine its pre covid idfk)

- you two go and its an awkward hug before you both head inside

- you pay for your tickets and she gets an extra large popcorn and a drink

- you assume shes just v hungry but before you can order yourself something shes like "what are you doing i got this for us !!"

- rlly cute bitch omfg

- during the movies, after she eats literally most of the fucking popcorn, she pulls your hand out of your lap and holds it with her buttery one 🥰🤚

- this bitch had crumbs and didnt even think to wipe them off

- you still held her hand tho anyways

- after that night you parted ways in front of the theater after making sure you two would be getting home safe

- and that became routine for a couple of weeks, not going to the movies obviously bc thats expensive but watching movies together !! youd go over to her apartment or she would come over to yours

- one thing about pieck is that shes very touchy

- one way or another she will end up cuddled with you on the couch

- it doesnt matter if its you being forcefully pulled on top of her body or her draping herself over you like shes a blanket, you two WILL be cuddling and you WILL enjoy it

- but finally, as if the gods gave you mercy, she finally kissed you

- it felt so nice, her lips were soft and sticky from her lip gloss and she tasted like the swedish berries you had gotten for her to munch on

- and the rest of the movie you two just sat there, kissing each other and giggling like teens

- she ended up staying the night, and complimented your bedsheets

- your relationship moved pretty fast after that

- she had already told all of her friends about you, they werent very surprised

- when you got officially introduced her friends zeke and porco tried to do that whole "if you hurt her.." speech before she slapped them and had marcel pull you away to safety

- other than that the night was very fun, you got to talking about your career, why you moved to the city, and other mundane topics

- pieck is actually a graphic designer, and everytime she comes to sleep over she just HAS to bring her laptop with her

- its basically just her laying in between your legs while she types away, youll pet her hair and lay soft kisses on her neck, and occasionally ask what shes doing

- she likes to tell you, has no problem in answering the questions you have, even if you think theyre stupid ones, shes very soft with you

- also a bit of a trickster

- for your first april fools together she slept over, you didnt have anything planned for her bc youre a good person and wont hurt the ones you love

- she stuffed your breakfast muffin with mustard 😁👍

- you gave her the cold shoulder for the rest of the day until she apologized by getting you a new muffin

- now she always dropped the l bomb to you, but she never needed you to say it

- thats why, when you were helping her cook dinner at her place you softly said "see ? and thats why i love you" she kind of,,, stopped what she was doing

- you realized why she wasnt washing the knife she used to cut your vegetables and tried to backtrack, but it was too late, she was already tackling you into a hug and taking you down onto the floor

- she just gave you kisses while repeating "i love you i love you i love you" over and over again

- bc of her you burnt ur fucking chicken smh

- you spent that night eating junk food and watching movies

- piecks a very observant person, so she always knows when youre sad too

- when you give that little huff when you come home to your (new !) shared apartment she knows something is up

- she'll slowly trail behind you as you walk to your bedroom, stripping to your underwear and changing into your pajamas

- you crawl into bed just wanting a nap to forget about the day, and she'll crawl in with you and hold you

- you never like to cry but youre so frustrated and upset at your coworkers, at that rude customer, at those deadlines, that you just breakdown

- and she lets you, she lets you almost suffocate yourself in her chest with how much your pushing your head into it, she strokes your hair while you choke on your own cries and hands you tissues when you need to blow your nose

- "what do you need my love ?" "i just need you" "okay baby"

- communication is a big thing in the relationship, and because shes been so open and honest from the beginning, talking about how you feel has never been easier

- in fact, you like talking about how you feel about your relationship, or how you didnt like what pieck said to your friends the other day, this and that, you feel comfortable and safe with pieck no matter what, which makes talking about even the most hardest things seem so simple and natural

- all in all, even when she wakes you up with spontaneous ice cream dates or asks that you put raisins in the popcorn during movie night, even with the fights and the crying and the exhaustion the next day, life would be much duller without her, and you only have to thank your clumsy self

uhh i feel like this is very short but yeah ❤️ requests are open so go crazy mfs ‼️

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ectonurites · 3 years ago

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heyyy can you talk about kons dating history or atleast with older women? ive seen a few posts but im not sure but thats so ://///

Ahhh yes. Kon’s dating history, I've finally now finished reading all his solo comics (and had already gone through his team books a while back) so it’s a perfect time to delve into this. I’m kinda broadening it to his love interests in general, as not all of them put an official ‘dating’ label on things, but are still worth bringing up. This is kinda long so sorry in advance about that, but I tried to be as brief as possible.

TW for pedophilia (in these specific cases discussing a 23 year old dating a 16 year old, and another woman without a specifically given age [but clearly an adult] with the same 16 year old) obviously i’m not talking about it positively here but it’s unfortunately necessary to discuss with this topic.

I consider Kon as having five primary love interests in the pre-reboot comics world, which is where most of his dating happened. The ‘criteria’ I guess i’m using to separate them from the others i’ll talk about after is a combination of ‘they interacted for a long time’ and/or ‘the relationship had a big impact on his story/him as a person’.

I’m also mainly sticking in pre-New 52 world for this because aside from the 'fake married to Lophi to protect her and her kid on Gemworld' thing in Young Justice 2019, he hasn't done much with relationships since getting officially reintroduced. Then the New 52 version of Kon was a very separate person and even so he was mainly just (sorta) involved with Cassie.

ANYWAYS the main five are:

Tana Moon - Tana was a 23 year old (as stated in Superboy #32) reporter Kon initially met during Reign of the Supermen, the story he debuted in (meaning she was one of the first people he met), who also happened to move back to Hawaii around the time he ended up there on his press tour. The two of them had an on and off relationship from basically the start of the comic until she broke up with him in Superboy #46. She briefly came back into his life in Superboy #72 after having been kidnapped by The Agenda, before being killed by Amanda Spence in Superboy #74. Kon and several others refer to her as his ‘first love’ especially after her death, which weighed very heavily on him.

Knockout/Kay - A woman we find out was originally one of the Female Furies, who works as a stripper at the 'Boom Boom Room’ in Hawaii while trying to keep a low-profile after leaving Apokolips. We don't get an exact age for her but she's very much so implied to be an adult. She hits on Kon from the moment she meets him (she also quite literally uses the term ‘jailbait’ to describe him in her first appearance in Superboy #1) and kisses him several times, insisting on working with him and training him and eventually beginning a more formal relationship with him. She kills someone and he blindly defends her thinking she couldn’t have done it, and she tries to coerce him into killing someone by promising herself to him (before killing the guy herself when Kon wouldn’t do it). The arc mainly focused on their relationship is from Superboy #22-30, but she is a presence in the comic from the start. She is arrested for the murders she committed at the end of the arc, and doesn't interact with Kon much again after as she is in a high security prison, but she is referenced multiple times.

Roxy Leech - Roxy is the daughter of Rex Leech, Kon's agent. From the moment she meets Kon, also during Reign of the Supermen like Tana, she's got a thing for him. Her age is left a bit more unclear, as some bits of dialogue indicate she is actually close to Kon's age but other things like how she applies to the police academy, something you need to be like 20 to do, indicate she's a bit older. Regardless, she’s definitely younger than Tana as she comments on her age at least once. She actively dislikes both Tana and Knockout for being interested in Kon, and confesses her feelings to him during a 'the whole world might end tonight' situation (in Superboy #33). The two of them didn't really date, but there is a period of time where Kon feels torn between Tana and Roxy. Not too long after that she ends up volunteering herself to be used in a procedure to stabilize Kon's dna after it had been torn apart by The Agenda when they cloned him, as the method to save him required someone close in age to him be used as a genetic template. From that point on they considered each other more like siblings, ending the romantic aspect of their relationship (in Superboy #41)

Serling Roquette - Serling is a 16 year old (as first stated in Superboy #57) science prodigy who works in the genetics department of Cadmus, and is the person who manages to cure Kon's condition where he'd been stuck at age 16 (a side effect from the procedure with Roxy). Initially she had a crush on Guardian, but over time grew to like Kon, she was one of the first people at Cadmus he personally tells his name ‘Kon-El’ to. They only kinda start to get together before Tana comes back and then is killed. After a situation where Roxy came back and needed help, when he and Serling try to maybe pick things up again, Kon realizes Tana’s death is still too fresh for him to get involved in anything too serious with her and he breaks it off, leaving them very tense with one another. (Superboy #82)

Wonder Girl/Cassie Sandsmark - Cassie had an interest in Kon before she even met him, more of a celebrity crush at first than anything else. They share their first kiss in Wonder Woman #153 after she had tried to change her look to impress him and he reassured her that she was already beautiful the way she is. Cassie was present for Tana's death in Superboy #74, and after that Kon is overly protective of her in a noticeable way that actively annoyed her (She points out to him that she can take care of herself a few times, like in Young Justice #29) but eventually at the end of Young Justice (in #55) he confesses feelings for her, and they share another kiss. Graduation Day bringing about the end of Young Justice as a team kinda throws a wrench in things, but early in Teen Titans Vol. 3 they begin to date more formally, and are getting pretty serious together (cough cough they uhh consummate their relationship in the Kent farm's barn in TT Annual #1) right before Kon is killed during Infinite Crisis. She takes his death very badly and joins a cult to try to bring him back, has her whole thing with Tim (who is coping equally poorly with the death... almost 100 cloning attempts babey), and befriends Kara as a surrogate Teen Kryptonian™, but eventually learns to accept what happened and move on. Then he comes back, and everything's a lot to process all over again. She had become the team leader and things were just different than they used to be. They tried to resume their relationship but eventually Kon decided to end it (Teen Titans Vol. 3 #91), because they both wanted different things at that point in their lives, but they remained friends and teammates.

So when people are talking about the ‘older women’ thing, it should be pretty clear from that list they’re talking about Tana and Knockout. Both were adult women dating a 16 year old boy, and neither situation did enough to handle it in a way that addressed it as the problem it was. Knockout’s situation did end up being seen as a bad thing by the end because of the murder parts at the very least, but the age difference didn’t come up nearly as much. With Tana a few people (Roxy, some of Tana’s coworkers, even Tana herself) did bring up the age difference as a potential problem, but they continued to stay together for a pretty long time regardless. The kicker is that she ultimately breaks up with him for being ‘immature’ after he gets stuck at age 16, when it’s like... he’s 16. You’re 23. No kidding you think he’s immature? It was just a whole mess and makes reading a lot of his solo incredibly uncomfortable.

Additionally he has a few other shorter-lived relationships/potential love interests. I’m categorizing them separately because they weren’t focused on in the same ways/for as much time as the girls I listed above:

Trixie (Superboy #94-100) - When Kon gets his own apartment in Suicide Slum, he repeatedly runs into Trixie and the rest of the Slaughterhouse Six, but Superboy inspires her to try to turn her life around. They didn’t formally date but that was definitely the direction things were starting to head towards before his apartment building blew up and he realized he needed to get away from the city where his presence was painting a target on innocent people, and so they decided to just be friends. (This was also when his solo ended, so possibly if the book hadn’t been ending they may have continued longer)

Batgirl/Cassandra Cain (Superboy #85, Batgirl #39-41) - They first met when Kon had been bugging Tim in Gotham, and had a little adventure together that resulted in Batman being PISSED because he didn’t want Cass interacting with Metas (especially not teenage boy ones that’ll flirt with her) and Kon volunteered to share her punishment so she didn’t have to do it alone. They later meet again shortly after Kon moved in with the Kents while on a cruise (and he’s her first kiss!) and afterwards she goes to Smallville to meet him. She’s actually like the first person outside the Kents we’re shown to know his new civilian name is ‘Conner Kent’. After their little attempt at a date they decide to just stay friends.

Lori Luthor (Various appearances with Kon in Adventure Comics (2009) & Superboy Vol. 5) - When Kon and Lori initially meet there’s definitely some interest and she kisses him, but it happens while he’s still dating Cassie so he makes it clear he’s unavailable. Afterwards he learns who she actually is and realizes ‘oh she’s sorta kinda my cousin on the Luthor side’ so he stops really being interested. She’s still interested because she feels like the cloning doesn’t make them really related, and they talk about it in Superboy Vol. 5 #4 after he and Cassie had broken up, but he still feels too raw from Cassie and too weirded out by the situation to have it go anywhere. Kon helps try to get Lex to cure Lori’s mom (Lex’s sister Lena), and eventually when Lex is an ass in the end he finds another way (Some Wayne money through Tim) to try to help her. Lori figures out Conner is Superboy and along with Simon and Sujan helps him to save Smallville from the Hollow Men.

Ravager/Rose Wilson (Teen Titans Vol. 3 #95-100, kinda some parts of Superboy Vol. 6 if ya squint) - This is another of those ‘they didn’t actually date but there was interest’ situations, in the very end of Teen Titans Vol. 3. A fake version of Rose had kissed Kon which was kinda the catalyst for it, where after that moment he became a bit more protective of her once the real her returned. They had a moment where Kon tried to trust her with something (Kryptonite to take him down if the situation arose) but she saw it more as him thinking she was the one ruthless enough to do it, rather than as a token of trust, and left upset. The reboot happened before this really went anywhere/got resolved though, but interestingly enough she became a bit of a support character in the New 52 version of Kon’s life, likely because of this connection they tried to do before the reboot. They never really dated there either, he just referred to her as cute a few times. New 52 Kon is a very separate person anyways, but it’s worth mentioning.

I might be forgetting a few other minor ones along the way (especially if there’s things that weren’t in his main books), and Kon (especially in the 90′s) was the kind of guy to flirt with pretty much every girl he saw, so bear that in mind. But yeah, I hope this helps!

#sam writes #this ended up like 2k words dear lord i have written So Much abt superboy in this year of 2021

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theaviskullguy · 3 years ago

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Ink and Petals

@dapple-dualies-propaganda here's the au

Tattoo artist! Rider x Florist! Goggles

hope you enjoy!

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When was it not busy at Squid ink?

It was one of the top Tattoo Parlors in Inkopolis. and it was also on a pretty busy street. So, it got a lot of customers. Also the fact that one of the artists was a famous turfer.

Rider hadn't formerly retired, but he had eased out of playing Turf Wars. He had found other interests outside of the sport: Theater, art, reviewing old movies online... He still did Turf from time to time, albeit the adult league. He was too old for the more popular teen division.

So, he found a job as a tattoo artist. And he rather loved it. Not only did most of his friends consult him for tattoo advice (from where the best places are to good designs), but he also knew some gossip. One of his regulars had beef with her neighbor because he has a pet raccoon who keeps stealing her trash and Rider could NOT wait to hear more about this story.

Another thing was, well, Rider had seen some shit. From people covered head to toe in tats, to people eagerly wanting their first tattoo, even to shyer folk who wanted one to defy controlling parents or to mark something important.

None of that prepared Rider for the news he got when tattooing one of the customers. More specifically, Gloves.

You see, Gloves had been coming in for the past few days. They had wanted a pretty complicated butterfly tat, so for the last 3 days Rider has been exchanging stories with the resident enby about... pretty much anything.

This is how this exchange happened;

"So you remember Goggles, right?" Gloves asked.

Rider rolled his eyes. "What, you think I'd forget the guy who kept pulling down my pants?"

"Oh ha ha. Anyways, apparently he works at that flower shop now."

"...He what?"

"You heard me!" They said. "I went there yesterday to get something for a project and there was Goggles! He misses you, 'ya know!"

Rider was just. quiet. He hadn't talked to his crush in a while, contact dwindled when Rider stopped doing Turf as much. Never once did he think Goggles would miss him, but that was probably the self hatred talking.

"...I'll think about it." Was all Rider said.

The conversation continued like nothing happen; Gloves saying multiple cursed things and Rider sharing interesting stories he heard on his job. Time flew by and soon, the tattoo was done; a butterfly with the bi colors on one wing and the nb colors on the other. Rider was quite proud of it, and Gloves seemed to like it. They waved, and left the store, humming to themselves.

Rider looked at the clock. His shift ended in just a few minutes. He knew he had no other appointments that day, so he took to watching old recorded matches in his phone.

Those were over a decade ago. Yet he still remembered everything. His favorite part was still learning he won a match by such a small margin. It was just... amazing.

He sighed. Rider missed those battles. But he has to say, he missed his crush a bit more.

He clocked out, saying goodbye to the other employee-Cherry (business relationships were easy to maintain when your coworkers were your siblings), and headed towards the flower shop for more reasons than one.

Army had a performance the next day. And yeah, Rider knew it was romantic, but platonically giving your best friend flowers was always nice. Plus, he wanted an excuse to see Goggles again.

He looked into the shop-the blue inkling was nowhere to be seen, but then again neither was the front desk. So, Rider shrugged and stepped in.

The floral scent was strong, but not overwhelming. Plenty of blossoms lined the stands, along with tags of what the flowers were and what they meant.

Rider looked around, trying to remember which flowers Army liked again, when he heard a familiar, youthful voice.

"Hi! Need any help?"

The inkling turned around. Goggles had definitely changed since Rider last saw him; his tentacles were longer and in an actual bun, for once. His blue eyes still had that clarity, and he still had that goofy smile. Though he didn't seem to recognize Rider.

"Uhh... I'll be fine. I'm just trying to remember what flower my friend likes the most." He said, hoping his accent didn't give him away; there weren't many in Inkopolis with an Australian accent.

But, Goggles didn't seem to notice or care. "Oh, okay!"

Rider internally breathed a sigh of relief. That would have been awkward if Goggles recognized him.

He looked around the shop, before spotting a bouquet of lilies. He knew Army liked lilies. If they weren't his favorite flower, it'd be close enough.

Rider took a few of the bigger ones, and a few white roses for variety, and took them to the counter.

Goggles smiled. "This a special occasion?"

"Not exactly. Just, my friend's doing a performance for a musical and I wanted to get him something for it." Rider explained.

"What musical?" Gogs asked, arranging the flowers with a sheer, white ribbon tying them together.

"Hadestown. He got Eurydice."

"Oh! I went to go see it last night! Army's amazing at that role. He's your friend, right?"

Rider internally panicked, but calmed down after remembering he wasn't Army's only friend. "Yeah. We've been friends for a while now."

"Well, tell him I said hi!" He handed the bouquet to Rider. "On me, alright? It's for a friend anyways!"

Rider nodded. "Thanks, mate."

"You're welcome!"

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A few weeks went by. Rider occasionally stopped at the flower shop and got flowers for...well, no real reason. He'd use them to add color to his house, or give them to friends. He just wanted an excuse to see Goggles.

He'd talked to the blue inkling a bit more, too. He'd gotten into the business since, well, he really liked flowers, and he wanted a job where he could just...relax! He still did Turf, of course, but the Adult league was more serious than the teen one, and he just wanted to have fun instead of be expected to take a game seriously.

He still didn't recognize Rider. The yellow-green inkling was a bit hurt by this, to be honest.

Though, it was a bit startling when Goggles actually walked into Rider's work. And Rider was assigned to give Goggles his first tattoo: A blue jay on his shoulder, taking off from a branch.

This time, it was Goggles' turn to ask questions as Rider worked.

"Sooo.... you've been coming into my shop for a while and I still don't know your name!" The blue inkling stated. "I mean, you can probably recognize me though!"

Rider shrugged. "Well, who can forget Goggles of the Idiot Blue team?"

Goggles giggled. "You do know me! I still don't know you!!"

"...I can assure you, we've met before that day I got Army flowers." Rider said.

"Ooh! Can I try and guess who you are?"

"Ehh, why not."

"Okay! Umm..." Goggles thought for a moment. "Clams facemask?"

Rider shook his head. "Nope."

"Inkfall?"

"Wrong."

"Eging Jr?"

"Not even close there."

"Stealth Goggles?"

"Getting closer, I'll give you that."

"....Rider?" Goggles asked.

Rider chuckled. "Took you long enough, idiot."

Goggles smiled wide. "I finally found you! Hi Riri!"

"Hey, Gogs. It's been a while."

"Yeah! I'm a bit surprised I didn't recognize you, since we were pretty close!" Goggles stated.

Rider shrugged. "Well, I'm not the most memorable person anyways."

"Riderrrrr don't say that!" Goggles said. "You're still really popular!"

"To some people, maybe. Not everyone."

There was a tense silence, other than the hum of the tattoo needle as it made the drawing.

"....So." Goggles started again. "How's life?"

"It's...well, better than it was." Rider said. "Got my own place, for one. Though it gets a bit lonely.. You?"

"I'm still living in an apartment. I really want a roommate!" Goggles proclaimed. "Maybe we could move in together?"

"..I'll think about it, Gogs. Though it might be fun being your roommate."

"Really? Thanks Rider!" Goggled smiled.

The conversation grew more casual. Rider enjoyed it; turns out Goggles had his fair share of gossip. It was kinda cool.

And as the next few days passed, Rider looked forward to each of those sessions. His crush seemed to go from "this person would be fun to date i think" to "hOLY MOTHER OF THE GODS IM IN L O V E", and it didn't help that during those meetings, Goggles had to be shirtless.

The days turned into weeks and months. Goggles moved in with Rider, and the two became incredibly close friends.

And, it came to a head near valentines day. Goggles' shop was very busy, as expected. Luckily, Squid Ink wasn't as much.

So, on his day off, just before Valentines, Rider headed to the flower shop and got a bouquet of roses. Cliché to confess on Valentines day, Rider knew, but he's a pining gay cut him some slack.

And Rider came home right as Goggles was leaving for his shift. So, that left Rider with a good 3 hours to practice his confession.

"Alright, Rider. This has to be CASUAL. 'Hey, I've liked you for over a decade but just now had the confidence to confess!' No, too creepy sounding. 'Yo, Gogs. I really like you and maybe we could go out to dinner sometimes?' ...Too casual."

....Yeah, this went on for a while.

Rider groaned, collapsing his his bed. "I wish feelings were fucking easier...I should just call Army."

So, he grabbed his phone and selected the contact, Veronica Sawyer Kinnie

"C'mon, Army... pick up."

And not one ring later, "Rider, what is it?"

"...I need romantic help. Please." Rider asked.

"Look, just because I'm married to Aloha, doesn't mean I know how I ended up here."

"Yeah, I kinda know that." He stated. "Still. I really need some help."

Army sighed. "Who is it? It's totally that one person with the raccoon story-"

"Actually, no. It's, um.... It's Goggles."

The octoling on the other end of the line could be heard sighing. "Still a morosexual I see."

"OI! You're the one who married a fuckin himbo!"

".....Touché. Still, there's a difference."

Rider huffed. "Just... give me some advice. I wanna confess to him tomorrow but I've got no idea how. I'm giving him roses, but like, there's gotta be something more I could do, y'know?"

"Have you tried asking Prince?" Army suggested. "He is the one with the obsession with rom coms and romance novels."

"This is his exam period, Army. I'm not about to potentially interrupt a cram session by asking for romantic advice!"

"Fair enough. I'd say...well, just rip off the band aid. Like... 'Hey, Goggles, I really like you and was wondering if you'd like to be my boyfriend.'"

"...Thanks, Arm. I'll, uh, give it a try."

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Rider couldn't sleep that well. Mainly out of anticipation.

He was gonna confess to his crush of...over a decade, at least. He didn't fuckin know what was gonna happen!

Like, would Goggles reciprocate? Would he hate Rider after it? WHAT THE FUCK WOULD HAPPEN-

He sighed. He needed to get his mind off this shit.

Rider looked over to his bedside clock: 5AM. 5 hours before his shift. 5 hours to get his shit together and plan for confessing to the world's cutest but also dumbest man later that night.

C'mon, Rider. Think. Army said to rip it off like a band aid, but Goggles might find that a little sudden and out of the blue. He could write a letter and leave it for Goggles when he went to his shift (The flower shop was closed on Valentines day). That would be a safe option.

Rider sat up, and got out a piece of paper and pencil, writing a note.

"Hey, Goggles.

There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while. I really, really like you. As in, a crush.

I totally get it if you don't like me back, or think I'm weird, but hey, I was wondering if you'd wanna go out to dinner or something. Probably not tonight cause of Valentine's day but maybe tomorrow night or something.

-Rider"

Quickly, he folded it and wrote Goggles' name, putting a little heart sticker on it. It was corny, but hey, Rider had to use up those stickers somehow.

Rider attached it to the roses, and kept it on his desk.

And so, the morning went as normal. He had breakfast, got out of his pjs, put his hair up... the usual.

But as Rider left to go to work, he left the note and rose on the table, and left the house quickly.

During the day, he nearly forgotten all about it; He caught up with the gossip-Apparently the neighbor with the raccoon and the regular were now dating. So that was a nice little end to the story.

Squid Ink wasn't AS busy-probably because it was Valentines day, people were spending it with their lovers, not getting inked up (unless they made the appointment when single)

And it was near the end of Rider's shift when he heard his name mentioned. Probably someone making an appointment before he heard the familiar voice of Goggles going "Okay!!"

The blue inkling walked over to his station. "Hi Ridey!!"

"...Hey, Gogs. Getting another tat?" Rider asked, trying to keep his cool.

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!!!"

"A'ight anything specific in mind or-"

"Can I get just a simple quote one?"

Rider nodded. "Where do you want it?"

Goggles pulled down the collar of his shirt slightly. "Right here, please!"

"Okay. Just try to keep holding that down so I don't mess up.

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And so, tattoo conversations ensued.

The quote Goggles had wanted was a simple Pride one, that said "love is love". It was discreet, but a bit of it could be seen poking out if Goggles ever wore a v-neck.

"So, any plans for tonight?" Rider asked, trying to keep things subtle. Maybe Goggles hadn't read the note yet.

The blue inkling nodded. "Kinda! I had mental plans buuuuut nothing serious."

Rider raised an eyebrow. "Who with?"

"..I m-mean, I still have to ask him.." Goggles' face turned a shade of blue, and he averted his gaze.

"....Can I guess who he is?"

"If ya can!"

He smiled. "Does his name have an R in it?" Rider had a guess it was himself, but it wouldn't hurt to check.

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!"

"Got an accent?"

"Yep!!"

"Is he doing your tattoo?"

"....y-yeah?" Goggles sheepishly smiled. "I'm n-not that discreet, am I?"

Rider chuckled, but on the inside he was screeching. "Honestly? I had no clue myself."

"Really? I've been dropping the most obvious hints!"

"...Like what?" Rider asked, now a bit curious.

"Welllll I've been picking movies you like during movie night, I've made sure to get your drink on coffee runs, Oh! And I offered to cook dinner that one time!" Goggles stated.

"...Damn. I'm just oblivious then." The former dynamo user laughed, before turning off the needle. "There. It's all done." Rider held up a mirror for the blue boy.

Goggles' face lit up. "Whoa! It looks amazing!!! Thanks Riri!"

Rider smiled. "You're welcome. Now, uh, ...did you read my note?"

"..Y-yeah, I did. And, um...I like you too Rider!!" The blue man pressed a small, quick kiss to Rider's cheek.

Rider blushed. "S-so, you'll let me t-take you out?"

Goggles nodded. "Yeah!!!"

"I...thanks, Gogs."

"You're welcome Riri!!!"

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daydream-believin · 4 years ago

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Recipe For Disaster 2: Electric Boogaloo

Summary: Jim is NOT happy about his sister’s boyfie. (not a part two despite the confusing name)

Warnings: swearing, a gilmore girls reference, divorce kids got daddy issues

Word Count: 5560, my longest yet woohoo

A/N: here it is im finally done with this. i- im tired. i love jim he was my favorite until doux came along but he can be a little bitch boy sometimes. and the word of the day is giggle im so sorry

tags: @alovesongshewrote hope i can deliver now that you have expectations lmao

It was a good Saturday. The trollhunters trio had gotten an early start on training, and thus Blinky had released them for an early lunch. It was a particularly successful day, with Claire really getting the hang of the shadow staff, so they decided to not make poor Jim cook for once and go out for a treat. And Toby really wanted a sandwich from Benoit’s.

They opted to walk to downtown instead of biking, as a way to cool down. Plus, it would give them time to digest their food on the walk back, before they returned to training once again. Although that was more of a problem for Jim and Toby, since Blinky wanted Claire to start reading a certain book this afternoon. She’d be in the library, quietly sitting while the boys go back to running around and fighting. The spring flowers had just started returning to Arcadia Oaks. The flowerbeds that decorated town added a cheery air to the day. Happily, Jim ran up in front to kick a pebble as they came up towards the bistro around the corner. He stopped in his tracks.

“Is Y/n’s boss flirting with her?”

The other two teens came around Jim to see. Y/n laughed at Douxie’s dumb joke and put her hand on his shoulder.

“And is she flirting back?” Jim asked incredulously.

Claire didn’t take this the same way Jim did. “Aww, that’s so cute.”

“No it’s not. It’s weird. And wrong.” Jim asserted.

“What are you talking about,” Claire lowered her brows with an annoyed tone.

“No, no. he’s right. Y/n doesn’t flirt. Or date. I’m not even sure she crushes.”

Claire shook her head, “That can’t be true, TP. She’s like, old. You two just didn’t notice it.”

“Oh, no, we noticed it. She went to every school dance alone, even senior prom.” Toby added. “It was kind of sad to be honest.”

“Remember that time that big movie star came into town? He was the prettiest guy I’d ever seen, and Y/n was just like ‘eh he’s okay, I guess’. We literally had a fight over that one.” Jim chuckled.

“I literally can’t imagine Y/n in a relationship. She’s just too all over the place.”

Claire rolled her eyes and gestured her hands towards the scene in front of them. “Well, she seems to be doing just fine now.”

Jim didn’t know why, but this made him a little huffy. “Whatever. It’s just a crush, anyways. She’ll get over it soon enough.”

Douxie leaned over to give Y/n a quick peck goodbye before he headed into Mr. Benoit’s to start his shift. He had swapped shifts with one of his coworkers for the day, so he could have the evening off. Y/n headed back to the bookstore. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she left, smiling to herself. The three trollhunters still stood right where they were, staring.

“I don’t think it’s just a crush, Jimbo.”

Jim was outraged. How. How was this happening. He could understand her not telling her family, their mother could be a bit nosy sometimes when it came to her daughter’s personal affairs. But his sister had often said she didn’t have enough time to pursue a love life whenever their mother probed her. There was no way she just started having said time. Right? It was curious, too, that out of all the people she could have chosen in Arcadia, she chose Douchey. That guy had girls fawning over him wherever he went. There was no way Y/n was into that.

Come to think of it, Y/n had been acting really strange ever since she had gotten that job at the bookstore. It was so easy to make her laugh now. She was actually wearing her hair in different styles instead of her signature. She actually enjoyed Barbara’s cooking. Or at least complimented it a lot now. Still a baffling action nonetheless. It was if she was experiencing the side effects of something. And that bookstore reeked of magic. Magic had the power to drive people out of their minds. He’d had plenty of first-hand experience with that. This whole situation was fishy.

“Well, I think it’s so cute they’re together now.” Claire said cheerily. He loved her but she wasn’t exactly the best when it came to making judgement calls. Hell, the fact that she was dating him after all he’s put her through was enough proof of that.

“Well, I think its magic.” Jim deadpanned.

“What.” Claire snapped.

“He’s got a spell on her! Some sort of enchantment. A charm!”

Toby was too tired from training today to deal with this. “I’ll agree, he does have charm, have you had him as a waiter? But not the kind of charm you’re implying here, Jim.”

“Douxie is my magic teacher, Jim. I promise, he’s a really nice guy.”

“Nope. There’s no way my sister would be into a guy, let alone a guy like,” He tried to find the right words but just sputtered, “Like that!” he motioned to poor Doux, who was changing the specials sign out front. Douxie was one of those bistro employees who always got asked to draw up the sign because his calligraphy was so good. Doux had to admit, his handwriting was messy compared to Merlin’s standards, but to Mr. Benoit’s he was a calligraphy god.

Toby looked Doux up and down. ��I don’t know man, Y/n is kind of alternative.”

“Yeah, who do you think helps me dye my hair all the time? And sneaks me into concerts?” Claire added.

“Okay. I get that. But he’s just not good enough for her.” Jim said through gritted teeth.

Toby sighed. “Then who is?” he asked wearily.

Jim got defensive. “I don’t know! A prince, maybe. One that’s in line to be king. Not one of those waiting-for-a-brother-to-die ones, but a real one.” He nodded his head like any of that was realistic. “Definitely not just some wizard who works in a bookstore.”

“She’s just some wizard who works in a bookstore, though.”

There was no getting through to Jim. “Think about it guys, my sister, suddenly getting cozy with a magic man? Bushigal. She’s under a spell. I’m going to fight him.”

“No, no you’re not,” Claire asserted, “You’re going to have lunch like we planned AND you’re going to be civil.” Claire and Toby both grabbed one of his arms and dragged him towards the bistro.

***

The hostess guided them to the table. Claire sat across from Jim and Toby. They were handed the menus. Claire showed interest in the lunch specials while Toby flipped to the sandwiches. Jim just brooded while he stared unblinking into the first page. And by chance, and by the fact that this scene would be boring and or pointless if not, Douxie was the waiter for said table. After handing off the check to one of his other tables, he waltzed over to the trio, happy to see his protégé.

“Ello lads, how’s it going? How’d that test go today, Claire?” Douxie ruffled her hair. Jim narrowed his eyes at the sight.

“Horrible! I bombed it for sure!”

Toby rolled his eyes, “You say that about every test, Claire, and then it turns out you aced them.”

“No I mean it this time, TP. I didn’t even finish the last three questions. It was so bad!”

“Yeah, okay, I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Douxie chuckled. Oh to have the problems of these youngsters. Claire and Toby got into some sort of glare match where they both just made more and more aggressive funny faces at each other. Both finally conceded and they fell into giggles. Douxie was glad to see Claire having so much fun, but he noticed someone else at the table who was not having said fun. His apprentice Claire’s boyfriend, his master’s champion, and his darling Y/n’s brother, looking like his dog ate his homework, or whatever teenagers got angry about these days.

“Cheer up, lad.” Doux grinned at Jim, “Hangry? I get that. You look like you could use a good meal.”

“Well strangely I am in a cafe”

Claire kicked Jim under the table. He tried his best to stifle the grunt of pain. “Don’t mind Jim, he’s a tad grumpy from a bad training session. And we’ll take waters all around.” She smiled. Doux hurried off to go get their glasses.

In the end, Toby couldn’t pick a sandwich. He had three favorites and couldn’t decide between them yet. Jim and Claire had his back. They both got one of them and he got the third. Then they would all share the halves. A good plan. And it was a delicious one. Toby was thankful for his partners.

***

After finishing up training and walking Claire home, Jim and Toby went their separate ways. Toby had promised his Nana he’d go with her and her boyfriend to see a play in the next town over. Jim had promised his mother he’d be home for a family dinner. He wasn’t able to be home in time to cook, so this was going to be a roulette wheel when it came to food. He was betting on Y/n. As he came to the front door, he cracked it first and smelled the air before going inside as to make sure his candid reaction wouldn’t be bad. The aroma coming from the house was heavenly. Alright, Y/n. Jackpot.

Jim swung the door open wide as he strutted in. Everyone was in the kitchen, it looked like. He put his bag up and called to his family that he was home. Which was met with the two voices he had expected, but one he hadn’t. And it was a voice he didn’t want to hear right now. Douxie. Hisirdoux fucking Casperan. In his house. In his kitchen. In his territory.

Jim immediately felt his muscles tense up. He took a deep breath and put on his best fake smile before heading into the kitchen. Y/n was sautéing something over the stove. Barbara was stirring something which meant that she had insisted on helping and Y/n had done the equivalent of giving your younger sibling a game controller that wasn’t plugged in. The offending wizard was leaning over the bar counter from the other side, chatting away as if he had any reason to be here.

Once Y/n caught sight of Jim, she bubbled. “Jim! How was hiking? You three have fun?” she knew where he actually spent his Saturdays but they had to keep up the rouse for their mom. While Y/n particularly didn’t care for the lying, she also agreed with Jim that some things are best kept from worrisome mothers. Barbara gave her enough shit already for her frequent homecomings from bars and shows in the wee hours of the morning with scrapes and bruises. If their mother knew about Jim’s marginally more dangerous late-night escapades, she might actually have a nervous breakdown.

“Oh yeah, it was great. We saw a deer. It had a baby with it.”

“Majestic.” She turned and gestured to the man at the counter, “You remember Douxie, right?”

“Of course,” Jim said through gritted teeth forced into a smile. “In fact we just saw each other at the bistro earlier today.”

A timer went off. Y/n expressed her delight that something in the oven was done. Barb got some plates out of the cabinet, while Y/n pulled the main course out of the oven. She handed Jim the plates and silverware and sent him to go set the table. Jim supposed this was better than having to talk to Douxie. Until Douxie insisted on helping him. Great.

“So, Jim, I’ve heard a lot about you-”

“I’m sure you have.” Jim cut him off. Douxie was a bit confused, but figured he was still grumpy like he was earlier at the bistro. He’d leave the moody teen alone then. Perhaps he be in a better mood after getting some food in him and spending time with his family. Doux would try for conversation again then.

Jim did not get any less grumpy, to Douxie’s dismay. And Y/n’s. Y/n really needed both her family members to like her boyfriend. They were all each other had, and any strife would put a strain on their tiny closely-knit family unit. Y/n loved Douxie, and she wanted Jim and Barbara to love him to. To accept him. It would help put a validity to her feelings. If they liked him then she had made the right choice. She could never be with someone her loved ones hated. And as a bonus, it would be nice if she could give Douxie the family he never had. He deserved as much.

Luckily, Barbara had taken quite a liking to Arcadia’s most charming waiter. Jim however, was subtly hostile. Or at least he thought he was being subtle. It was very apparent to the other three at the table. As Douxie was animatedly telling Barb some story that she was laughing very hard at, Y/n turned to glare at her brother. Jim tried to feign innocence. Y/n rolled her eyes and put some more salad on her plate. Jim noticed the bracelet on her wrist. Funny, she had never been one for jewelry before. But she started wearing this one everyday right around the time she started working at the bookstore. Interesting.

Douxie finished up his story and turned his attention to Jim. He’d try once again to engage the trollhunter. He knew how important this was to Y/n. Douxie was going to make this little man like him if it was the last thing he did.

“I saw the school play you were in a couple weeks ago, Jim. You were quite the actor, and I know Shakespeare’s tough. Have you ever thought of going into it professionally? Claire’s told me she wants to. You two could be one of those celebrity power couples.”

Jim just offered a short thanks that was less hostile but not exactly enthusiastic either. Well, at least Doux was getting somewhere. It’s a start. Y/n was content with this. Jim would warm up to Douxie eventually. It didn’t have to be right away, even if she would have liked that.

After the dinner conversation had died down and the food long gone, Y/n set out to clear the table and clean the kitchen. Barbara also went to help her, but Douxie assured her he’d take care of it. He was a world class waiter after all. He stacked up the plates as Y/n grabbed the dinner dishes. And so the two set off to the world behind the wall, to clean or canoodle or whatever. Jim wasn’t too keen on thinking about it. His mother pulled him into the living room to sit on the couch and preceded to ask him twenty questions about Claire. He was almost happy when the lovebirds came back.

And then his mother made them all play some card game for three hours straight. All while the lovebirds flirted away right in front of them. It was like they had no shame. This guy just had to have Y/n under a spell or something, Jim was sure of it. There was no other explanation. As she giggled at another one of Douxie’s stupid jokes that weren’t even funny, Jim felt sick.

Finally it came time for that douchebag to leave. Jim rolled his eyes at his mother and sister fawning over Doux as he made his way to the door. He slinked over behind them to watch the guy leave and make sure that he left. As Douxie went through the door he gave Y/n a quick peck and said the stupidest line Jim had ever heard. Who does this guy think he is. Once the door was shut and Doux had indeed walked away, Jim scoffed.

“Bet that guy has a bank of pickup lines he’s memorized. There’s no way he came up with that on the fly.”

***

Jim was furious. He fought like a madman during training. Draal was just making it worse by encouraging it; he really liked the kid’s fire today. Draal had no idea what was up with him right now, but Jim was giving it his all. The trollhunter was rarely this aggressive. Blinky looked on as Jim growled and shouted with every strike. He hadn’t seen his son frothing at the mouth like this before. It was glorious. Keep this up and Angor Rot won’t know what hit him.

Claire and Toby were also training, with Arrggh, albeit with not even half as much gusto as Jimbo. They were also a wee bit distracted, trying to wind Jim down from said gusto. He came over to where they were to get some water. Taking this opportunity, Toby tried appealing to him once again.

“Dude, give it a rest, this is just like how you got all pissy about your mom dating Strickler.” Toby was exasperated.

“Y/n can’t date guys, my mother can’t date guys, no men should be frequently invited into our household! No boys allowed! Me and Toby are the only boys allowed!” Jim growled. He stormed off across the keep to go land another hit on Draal.

Blinky blinked. He was taken aback at the hostility from his charge. “So, do either of you have any idea as to what that was about.”

“Right now the winning theory is that this is like, about how heartbroken his mother was when his dad left, so now he doesn’t want that to happen again or something,” Claire sighed. Her teacher really was a good guy. Lonely too. Just like Y/n. They were going to be good for each other. Her boyfriend should be happy for them. Jim took a particularly dirty swipe at Draal. Toby grunted in sympathy. “Or maybe Douxie just poked Arcadia’s most possessive bear.”

***

Jim and Toby were walking downtown, enjoying their free time after a trollhunting mission on this fine Sunday afternoon. That is, until they came in sight of the bookstore. Jim felt that bitter feeling in his stomach again. He knew Y/n wasn’t working today. Douchey would be all alone. Now was his chance to confront this and end it before it got any worse. Toby noticed the malice in his eyes as he stomped towards the bookstore.

“Woah dude, what’re you doing?”

“I’m just going to have a little chat with Mr. Casperan that’s all.”

Toby threw his head back in exasperation. “There no talking you out of this is there?”

“Nope”

The bell jingled as they walked in. The bookshop smelled like Christmas. And Jim was about to try and talk politics with his racist uncle at the dinner table. Douxie came over and greeted them cheerily.

“Good afternoon, lads. Looking for any book in particular?”

“I’m not a part of this. I just happen to be with him physically.” Toby quickly asserted. Douxie quirked a brow at the odd statement. Jim pushed forward aggressively. Doux had the sense to back away from the boy.

“I’m onto you, wizard. Just what did you do to my sister? Did you slip her a love potion? Is that bracelet she’s been wearing charmed?” Jim growled. Toby cringed on the sidelines.

Douxie blinked. “Excuse me?”

“There’s no other explanation for your ‘relationship’. You’ve got to be magicking her. And I won’t just sit here and let it happen. That’s my sister and it’s my job to protect her from creeps like you.”

Douxie took in the boys words, and a deep breath. He tried his best not to sound too defensive and provoke the kid further, “Okay, wow. That’s quite an accusation there, friend.” He moved away from where the boy had backed him into a bookshelf. “You know, out of all that you just implied, the part I think I’m most offended by is the fact that you’d think I’d mess with Y/n’s free will like that.”

Douxie straightened some books on a nearby display. “You know Jim, when it comes to love-” Jim stormed out of the bookstore before Doux could take his lecture any further, grabbing Toby by the arm so he’d follow. Toby mouthed a big ‘I’m sorry’ to Doux as he was pulled out of the store.

***

Jim’s pencil felt abused. He was furiously scribbling the answers to his homework with a heavy hand. He still had a lot of pent up rage, even after accosting poor Doux. After snapping his lead for the seventh time in the hour, Jim decided that switching subjects to Spanish instead of math for a bit might help him calm down. He moved to his bed to start the assigned reading. He laid on his stomach, propping up his head in his hands to see his textbook. His blue eyes perused the paragraphs punctuated by cheesy cartoons. He was halfway through the third page when a knock came at his door. Taking a deep breath, he called for whoever it was to let themselves in. His sister stepped into view.

Jim ran a hand through his dark hair. Here comes the scolding. He didn’t even have to ask if Y/n had heard about what he’d done today. If Douxie himself hadn’t told her then Tobes certainly did. Jim wasn’t proud of it, now that it was all said and done. He knew he deserved whatever Y/n was about to dish out. He sat up and crisscrossed his legs. She pulled his desk chair over and sat backwards in it so that she was facing him on the bed.

That’s it. No scolding came. She just sat and looked at him, neutral faced. He squirmed at the nothing. She lifted up the coffee mug in her hands and took a slow sip, not breaking eye contact with him. Jim began to sweat. He tried to avoid her gaze by looking down at the floor, but he could still feel her eyes upon him. Sighing, he had to admit defeat.

“Okay, so I do feel bad about what I said to Douxie today.” He looked back up to meet Y/n’s eyes. She raised a brow. “It was wrong of me to jump to conclusions like that, I’m sorry.”

Y/n appeared to be satisfied by that. A smile spread across her face and she nodded to him. She stood up, and ruffled his hair on her way out. Still refusing to break her silence, she motioned for him to follow her downstairs.

***

Y/n set her coffee cup down on the table. She pulled another mug out of the cabinet for Jim. Grabbing the coffee pot from its nest under the coffeemaker, she filled Jim’s mug and topped off her own. Sliding the mug across the table to Jim, she sat down. Jim could smell the aromas of the several colorful dishes baking that he could see through the screen of the oven door. Strange, it was already half past nine. There was cinnamon in the air, so at least one of those dishes contained dessert. Jim’s stomach growled at the thought.

“You know I’m not the one you should have to apologize to, Jimbo.”

“I know, I know,” He looked at the ground, “I’ll go talk to him tomorrow after school.”

Silence filled the kitchen again. Y/n took a sip of coffee. This conversation was going to be hard. She wasn’t particularly looking forward to it. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped. She took yet another long sip of coffee to figure out a good enough way to word this. She took a breath.

“So, uh- listen Jimbo. I- I know it’s tough, ya know, with it just being us. And our family’s tight because of it. But you can’t get so protective that new people can’t join it. Or even try.”

Jim took a breath, “I know it’s just, I-, what happens when we, when you, get so attached to him, and he decides that he doesn’t care for you anymore. When he turns out to be bad. When he just disappears. Like- like they do.”

“Oh, Jim,” She reached across the table for his hand. “That’s my risk to take, Jim. I fully recognize that what I’m doing is hazardous and I could get hurt really bad. But I still chose to do it. I choose it every day. We all do, when we fall in love.”

Jim took a sip and lingered, staring into his cup. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” He chuckled, “I know I’d be devastated if Claire ever wizened up and left me.”

“Look, you gotta trust me okay? Douxie isn’t dad or Strickler. I promise. He’s kind. I trust him. After you apologize, I think you really should start to make an effort to get to know him. If not for me, for Claire dude. And I think you’ll really like him. Promise you’ll give him a chance?”

Jim sighed in defeat. “Alright. I promise.”

She stood up and stretched out her back, making those stretching noises that people do. She checked the food in the oven. The buns were ready, but the quiche still needed a few minutes. She took out the pans and put them on the cooling rack. After fanning them for a few seconds, she turned to Jim, “So you want a spinach bun or a cinnamon bun?”

“How is that a question?” Jim laughed.

“Spinach bun it is then,” She teased as she tossed him the cinnamon one.

“What’s all this for anyway?” He gestured to the oven and the buns.

“Oh, uh, its actually for a date tonight?” She looked warry of how he’d react.

“Okay,” He guessed now would be as good a time as ever to start letting this go, “You crazy kids have fun.” Y/n laughed, relived.

Douxie had just finished up the sweeping and was ready to close up. As he headed to towards the front doors, he took one last look around the place to make sure he didn’t miss anything. All clean and tidy. Whoever opened tomorrow would appreciate it. He flipped the neon sign from open to nope and started locking up. Which is when his girlfriend pounced on him and almost gave him a heart attack. She just appeared out of thin air to tackle him into a hug. Scared the living daylights out of him. Y/n apologized profusely when she noticed him freak out but was still snickering between sorries so she probably didn’t mean it. He asked her just what the hell she was doing here and she picked up a picnic basket that was on the ground to show him.

“I just knew a certain wizard hadn’t eaten yet tonight.”

***

Y/n felt the ground beneath her back through the picnic blanket. The new spring growth had made them a cushion of sorts. Her head rested in the crook of Douxie’s shoulder as his arm was wrapped around her. It was nice here. Comfy. She could smell his hair and feel his chest move as he breathed. Their heartbeats made a nice rhythm to accompany the cricket song and the noise of the trees swaying. The stars were so lovely tonight. Stellar.

Douxie broke the quiet. “So I brushed up on my astrology.”

“Oh yeah?” Y/n quirked her brow. Astrology was one of her biggest interests. She’d loved it since her grandmother had given her a book about it when she was small. It was a well-worn, well-loved book. Her grandmother had handwritten things in the margins too. She’d been talking Douxie’s ears off about it during work earlier that week. Something was just so fascinating about how there were gorgeous balls of light in the sky that could tell you the future. There really was magic embedded in the fabric of the universe. It was sweet that he would care enough to learn about her interests. Very sweet indeed. The fact that he went out of his way just so he could talk to her about something she loved? Tooth-rotting. She wasn’t sure if her heart sped up because she was excited to talk about astrology or because of the sugar rush he just gave her.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve needed to look at constellations, we do have GPS now, but I think I remember enough,” He pointed to the sky, “That’s Pisces, right?”

“Yes!” Y/n couldn’t stop herself from smiling so wide her cheeks hurt.

“And that’s Aries, which marks the beginning of spring,” He looked back at Y/n who nodded to him, “oh, and look! We can see Venus tonight.”

“Hey Douxie, I love you. And You’re really making me want to kiss you right now.”

He chuckled and wiggled his eyes brows teasingly, “Ah, yes, I am aware of the effect I have.” She rolled her eyes and put her hand on his face to push him away. If he saw the blush creeping up on her, he’d just get flirtier. She wasn’t sure she could handle that. Something caught her eye and instantly stole her attention.

“Look! A shooting star! Make a wish Doux.” She pointed to the streak of light that flashed.

“I don’t need wishes when I’m here with you, Love.” If her face was pink before it was bright red now.

Y/n hid her face in her hands, “No! You were supposed to say something silly,” She came back up to look him in the eyes, “not something that makes me want to kiss you even more.”

He leaned his head in closer, “Well, what’s stopping you, Y/n”

Well, that was obviously a dare. She couldn’t not kiss him now. So she did. They melted into it instantly. At first it was sweet and slow, but they got a bit hungrier, and the kiss got a bit sloppier. Douxie smelled like the bookstore, Y/n loved the smell of the bookstore. It was everything safe in her life. He was everything safe in her life. Her best friend. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek. He loved how her lips just fit together with his perfectly. Y/n Lake was everything he’d been waiting for all these years. Soft and kind, with such a beautiful heart. Not to mention, a badass. Yet, even with all his ancient baggage, she still cared for him. Made him feel like new again. Out of all the wizards of Arcadia Oaks, she chose him. He still couldn’t believe it. They pulled apart way sooner than either of them wanted, but they did have to breathe, so it had to be done. Locked in Douxie’s gaze, Y/n broke the intensity to giggle.

“But really, I was setting you up for a joke. You know what you could have done with that, Doux?” She teased.

“I’ll remember that for next time, Love.”

“Ah, they’re super rare. This is the first time I’ve ever seen one in all my stargazing years.”

“Well, we’ve got plenty of time to see the next one. And the next one. All the shooting stars you want. Only seeing them every few decades could make them a special little thing for us.” He said so nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t just implied that he expected their love to last for countless decades. As if it were a given. Suddenly it hit her. She could live thousands of years by his side. She would live thousands of years by his side. This was it. She wasn’t even sure humans could turn this vivid a shade of red. Y/n’s heart was gonna pop if it beat any harder.

“Stars, are you just hellbent on making me combust tonight? It too hot out here for this.” Douxie just laughed, a twinkle in his eye. She focused on her beloved stars to calm her down. She sighed, “The stars really are beautiful tonight.”

“You know what else is beautiful?”

“Me?”

“You- aww, you’ve heard that one.”

Y/n’s snort rung in the air. So, he does just have a bank of pick-up lines he’s pulling from. Interesting. Guess it must be tough having to be Arcadia’s most charming waiter. They stilled again. The comfortable silence embraced them. And they could have basked in it all night, if Douxie had not a burning question he had been waiting to ask his beloved.

“So- uh,” She looked to him expectedly, “Do you think there’s life out there?”

Y/n tried not to laugh too hard with Douxie’s very serious tone, “Yeah, yeah I do.”

Now it was Douxie’s turn to smile so wide his cheeks hurt. “Really?”

“Yeah,” She said, “I think it’d be kinda arrogant to assume that with all that vastness up there that we’re the only ones who exist.”

“That’s a really good point.” Douxie said excitedly. He pulled her tighter into his embrace and snuggled. “I think I’m going to use that on Zoe next time she tries to tell me that I’m crazy and aliens aren’t real.”

“Yeah Babe! Win that argument!” Y/n encouraged.

She peppered his face with kisses. That big smile stayed on his face as he closed his eyes in delight. He repaid her with a nose kiss. And she repaid that by starting another snogging session.

***

Little did they know that shoot star was really aliens akiriddion spaceship crash 3below wait shit the akiriddions landed in like season two and ive set this in one ugh just pretend like this makes sense hfhadhiufs

#douxie x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #hisirdoux x reader #douxie imagine #douxie casperan x reader #hisirdoux casperan imagine #hisirdoux casperan #douxie casperan imagine #lake!reader #toa douxie #douxie #douxie casperan #my writing

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sanutopia · 5 years ago

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Reacquainted [F,A]

jeong yunho (ateez) x reader

Request: Hi can I request a yunho scenario where it’s been a year since your break up and somehow you guys end up meeting and getting back together

word count: over 1500?? i think

a/n: im sorry if this plot seems overdone or if it seems a little rushed towards the end, i’ve been having super bad writers block but i wanted to finish this before i studied for a final im taking this weekend :( other than that i hope you like it!! also i thought id let you know i miss ateez more than anything and need to see them immediately bye

fluff, angst

“Seriously y/n? You have to get out more!”

Your coworker, Collin, has been trying to get you to go out after work with him almost everyday for the past month. Sure, you could say yes just so he’ll be quiet, but he’s always been the wild type and that just wasn’t your scene. You used to have things to do after you got off work, like snuggle with Yunho, watch stupid movies that both of you could quote line after line, and eat all the takeout in the world (plus a whole bottle of red wine). But after you started this job about a year ago, your stress levels were at an all time high and work was catching up to you. The movie nights stopped, your happiness was dwindling, and although you didn’t mean it, the frustrations regarding your job were taken out on Yunho. You came home agitated and tired, and Yunho felt day after day the distance growing between you both. You both cared for each other and had each others best interest in mind, which is why you decided to break up. Since then, it’s been the same thing everyday; you wake up, go to work, come home, and go to bed. You only started getting closer to Collin a few months back, considering your desks are right next to each other. He was distracting, which was what you needed to get your mind off of Yunho.

“By ‘getting out’ do you mean going to the club and getting drunk with you? Not my thing.” You continue finishing your last report of the day, too concentrated to listen to what Collin was saying.

“Well you need to meet some people! I feel like I’m the only person you’ve spoken more than 3 words to since you started working here.”

He turns around in his chair and scoots it closer to where you’re typing away on your computer. You roll your eyes and scoff, finally turning your chair around to face him.

“If I say yes, will you shut up?” he smiles when he hears your answer, “Yes, actually, I will.”

“Me and a few people are getting together on Friday night for dinner. You can bring a date if you want. Casual thing, you in?”

You sigh and roll your eyes once more. “It’ll just be me, no date.”

“Cool, then I’ll introduce you to one of my old friends. Don’t think he has a date either.”

For the next couple of days you contemplate this whole possibly meeting a date thing. It’d be nice to enjoy some time out of the office with some work friends and to meet some new people. At the same time, you can’t stop thinking about Yunho. You weren’t sure that you wanted to get introduced to another guy, seeing as you still weren’t over him even after a year. It just didn’t feel right. Regardless, you go the next few days looking forward to this weekend.

Come Friday, you get ready for dinner, dressing casual since Collin made you promise to not get too dressed up. You still looked classy, though, because God knows what guy Collin brought to introduce to you. Collin texted you the location of the restaurant and it turned out to be a few blocks from your apartment. It was the restaurant right next to the little diner where you and Yunho used to get chocolate milkshakes every Friday. The memory hits a soft spot and you contemplate bailing, but you wouldn’t hear the end of that at work on Monday, so ultimately, you decide against it.

You enter the lobby where people are standing waiting to be seated and look around for Collin. You wander around the lobby and decide to stand against the wall, pulling out your phone to ask your co-worker where he is. As soon as you unlock it, you hear a laugh that is oh-so familiar along with a tone of voice that sends shivers down the expanse your back.

“Oh, there she is- y/n!” you hear Collin shout. You slowly turn around and pray that he isn’t with him. Not that you don’t want to see him, you just hadn’t mentally prepared yourself to see his bright, smiling face again, or what you would say to him if he were in front of you.

He’s towering over Collin like he does everyone, his hair is a darker shade of brown now, and if anything, he’s cuter than you remember. He looks just as nervous as you do, maybe more. Collin stands in the middle of you two and tries to make conversation.

“Well, now we’re just waiting on the other two. They’ll probably be late... no shock there. Anyway... y/n, this is one of my friends from college, Yunho. We haven’t really talked but a few times since we graduated, so I figured we could catch up and get reacquainted. Yunho, this is y/n.”

He softly smiles, as if he’s happy to see you and reaches to shake your hand. It’s warm and so much bigger than yours and you realize then how much you missed holding it and feeling it on your skin.

“Nice to see you, y/n.” In a way, you’re surprised he’s acting like he’s never met you, but that would be a hell of a backstory to explain over dinner with your annoying co-worker, so you play along.

Your other two co-workers eventually come, late as expected, and you all get seated at a huge circle table in the back of the dining room. Yunho sits next to you, partly because Collin basically forced him; not that he was complaining. It was awkward for the first fifteen minutes or so before everyone ordered drinks. The waiter got to you for your order and before you could say anything, Collin ordered for you.

“She’ll have a glass of white wine. She needs to let loose a little.” He smiles at you as if he did you a favor, but you decline and ask for water instead. After seeing Yunho, you won’t be able to handle wine, because then you’ll be a crying slob on the floor.

Yunho leans over slightly giggling, “You hate white wine.”

You finally let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding and giggle with him. “Red wine is so much better.”

The rest of dinner consists of your three co-workers chatting about how they despise your boss while you and Yunho are at the other side of the table catching up. His voice is soft and gentle, sort of how it was when things were going smooth between you two. He looks genuinely happy, and that is your greatest wish come true.

“You look beautiful as ever. It’s great to see you happy and not stressed. I’m taking it the job is going well?”

“I’ve gotten used to it now. Not as overwhelming as it was at first.”

You both spend the evening laughing about old memories while the other 3 slowly get more and more tipsy. The night ends with Collin and the other 2 going to the dive bar across the street so they can have some more beer. As you’re walking out, They invite you and Yunho to join.

“Actually, I’m just gonna head home, I’m feeling a little tired.”

You start to walk down the sidewalk until Yunho catches up to you. “Are you gonna walk by yourself?” you nod in response to him to which he scoffs and stays next to you. You know better than to think he would let you walk in the dark alone. He cares about you to much. He’s swaying as he walks, hands in his pockets since he’s not used to holding your hand.

“Did you go out with anyone after-”

“No. Did you?”

He shakes his head no. That gives you a slight feeling of relief. You couldn’t imagine any other human loving Yunho aside from yourself. He was your first love and you thought he’d be the only one. You just didn’t know if he felt the same way.

You get to the stairs of your apartment and fish the key out of your purse. You can feel Yunho’s presence behind you, but it almost seems as if he’s nervous. You hear him suck in a breath and then sigh.

“Would you... wanna do dinner again sometime? Just me and you though?”

You turn and look at his face. His cheeks are slightly blushed and his ears give away the fact that he’s flustered. He looks more nervous than when he asked you out the first time.

“Are you asking me on a date, Yunho?” he nods slightly, and when you don’t respond immediately he starts panicking. “O-Or not.. If I got the wrong idea from tonight, or i-if you don’t want to give this another sh-”

You cut him off with a gentle kiss to his cheek which he swears electrifies his whole body. He always rambles when he’s nervous. His cheeks are even more red now, but his bright smile returns when he sees you pulling away, smiling back at him.

“Does that answer your question?”

“That’s one way to put it.”

The door is opened and you’re standing inside now staring at Yunho, who is standing on the doormat almost looking sad he has to leave you now. He goes to tell you goodbye and slightly starts to turn away from you.

“I missed you, Yunho. A lot.”

“I missed you too. More than I could describe.”

You open the door a little wider and motioned him to come in, to which obviously he accepts. You place your hands on his shoulders and reach up to delicately kiss his lips. He welcomes you and wraps his arms around your waist, then moving them up to cradle your head. As you pull away, his thumb brushes your cheek.

“Feeling you kiss me again makes me not wanna stop.”

You put your hand on top of his, “Stay the night...please...”

He kisses your forehead, “I’d stay here forever if that’s what you asked.”

That night, you were finally reacquainted to the feeling of Yunho cradling you as you slept on his chest, and you swear you’ve never slept so sound until now.

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abduct-me-helen · 4 years ago

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EMMA HARVEY?

MANIPULATIVE ASSHOLE MOTHERFUCKING EMMA HARVEY

GOD DAMN CRUEL ASSISTANT MURDERING DUST EATING RAT LOOKING BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE

BIGGEST BITCH IN THE ARCHIVES SHOULD GET LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN MOTHERFUCKING EMMA HARVEY

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT EMMA HARVEY I HATE HER SO MUCH WHY DOES SHE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP NOTES ABOUT FIONA WHY DID SHE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND EXPERIMENT ON HER COWERKERS

AND NOT EVEN WELL BECAUSE SHE FIGURED IT OUT AND STILL DID IT ANYWAY BECAUSE SHE WAS BORED

IS SHE A PSYCHOPATH???? IS SHE A BASTARD??????

WOMAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS WOMANS FACE AND I KNOW SHE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST HAIRCUT GET AWAY FROM ME

if i wanted to get into heaven and god said “emma harvey’s waiting inside” i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

if i have to deal with emma harvey speaking one word in person on voice in podcast not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when she is mentioned or referenced

i dont even know why i hate her so much. she just did unethical experiments on her coworkers and I stan people who’ve done worse but i am just mad because i am angy

she better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if shes just some horror movie fanatic whos a fan of watching people get buried and killed and wanted the irl version ill go ham

BETTER have had a leitner make her do this cuz if she didnt Im going to go batshit

paypal.com/IFuckingHateEmmaHarvey

episodes not even about her. vaguely referenced what is supposed to be maybe her experiments and I lost it

why the fuck is emma harvey I know shes dead (thank jeezy chrissler for that) but why go to all that effort to do something so meaningless I

crusty pale-ass woman never goes outside never sees the sun because she’s always watching her coworkers wtf was going on with that did she have some sort of crush if so indirect murder is not the way to go about getting laid ms. havey

ill punch harvey and her sad crusty bitch twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and she will disintegrate until all thats left is one final clipboard full of observations about fiona she kept on her at all times simply titled An Observation: Now You Fucked Up in ancient latin because shes a demon and it may also be an exorcism

im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point

im so glad its canon that agnes and gerty turned her into a burnt marshmallow and I hope theres a date given for when emma so i can make it a reminder on my phone

everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the woman who had so many fucked up if true notes

#tma #the magnus archives #emma harvey #mag 167 #tma 167 #gertrude robinson #agnes montague

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quirkdotcom · 4 years ago

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The Arrangement | Part Two- The Meeting

Chapter Summary: It's finally the weekend for (Y/n) so that means its time to meet this suitor of hers...but also the Number one hero Endeavor. Could things be any worse ??

Authors Note: I am so sorry for the late update !!! I have been having troubles with writers block, and a few personal things, but I am going to try and stay in this writing habit !! I am even working on a denki fic !! Anyways, enjoy !

Part One

"(Y/n), our guests are here, come greet them," your mother called from the front room, where you were dreading to go.

"Coming! Just a moment!" You called, smoothing down the skirt that you had bought earlier this week. You took a deep breath, taking a moment to send Maiko a quick message about how you were about to meet with Endeavour and his son.

As you made your way down the stairs, you could hear your father already laughing and making conversation with Enji Todoroki, but those were the only voices you heard.

"Ah, there's my daughter!" He proudly beamed, most likely fake as he was never proud of you...not like this.

You forced a smile onto your face, bowing your head slightly as you approached the two figures. When you looked back up, you first made eye contact with the pro hero.

He was intimidating, somewhere around six foot. Though it wasn't his height, or sturdy build, or even the scar across his face, that made him fearsome. No.

You found that it was the look in his eyes, they held very little emotion as he looked to you. If anything, they were scrutinizing and mean. The same that you had seen in your own father's eyes at times.

Quickly, you averted your eyes, now looking to his son, the guy who you were going to be forcefully placed into a marriage with.

After Maiko and you found out that Shoto was the son of Enji, and that you'd be meeting with him, your best friend had asked her coworker, Kirishima for his phone number, as they were classmates. And the redhead happily gave it to Maiko, who in turn, gave it to you.

You had tried your best to make the first text quick, and explain everything, but the dual haired boy had never responded.

You smiled politely to him. After being able to text him earlier this week, you hoped that Enji didn't know about the milkshake incident, or that you had tried talking to his son. But hey, luckily you were skilled at acting.

"It is a pleasure to meet you both, my name is (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N),"

"This is Shoto, and my name is Enji, but I'm sure you already know who I am,"

You nodded, "It is an honor to have you in our home, Im sure that my parents have already asked that you both make yourself at home here,"

Together, the four walked into the main living room, where Tea and some light snacks were readily made and kept warm by a maid.

Once seated, your mother began to speak.

"Tell me, Shoto, how are your studies? I heard that you attend UA!"

He looked up to her, thinking for a moment, "It's good. By now, the weaker students have been weeded out. I'm actually one of the top three students there currently,"

You perked up, wanting to see how much he'd tell about UA, what it meant to be in the top three, and whether or not it was anything like your father said.

"Really? Tell me more! I've heard a lot about that school, and I've always wished I had been able to attend," you started, but stopped shortly as a hand was placed firmly on your shoulder.

"(Y/N) Now don't bombard him. I'm sure that he doesn't want to speak about school on the weekend, " Your father gave you a side eye, in which you only nodded as a response.

It was silent for some time before you mother spoke up once more, "(Y/n), why don't you show Shoto to our garden, while your father and Enji talk details,"

"Yes mother," You said, masking your emotions with yet another fake smile, holding onto it until you and Shoto reached the backyard, where your mother's prized garden waited.

Upon closing the door behind you, you sighed heavily.

"You too huh?" Todoroki glanced over, his eyes reflecting the same amount of disdain for the situation.

"Yeah...this isn't quite how I'd like life to go," you shrugged, knowing that you didn't really have a choice.

At first, he didn't say anything, letting you lead the way further into the garden, and in the conversation.

"Oh and again, I'm really sorry about my milkshake...and for having to get your number from that Kirishima guy, I know that it isn't polite,"

As he stopped to hold the bud of a blooming flower between his fingers, Todoroki shrugged, "It's fine. No one was home to question me about the stains on my clothes, and Kirishima gave me a heads up,"

"Oh! It stained your clothes! Please let me make it up somehow!" You turned to face him, eyes widening some as you realized that he had been wearing a white shirt that day.

"But I already said it was fine? It's just a shirt, by now my sister probably cleaned it fairly well,"

"Oh…" you nodded once, rocking backwards onto your heels, "I guess that's okay then…"

He straightened out, "We should talk about the rhino in the room,"

You paused, "Uhhh...elephant,"

He stared at you, blinking slowly, then looked around, as if he was wondering if you and your parents had enough money to manage an elephant.

"The saying goes that there's an elephant in the room..not a...rhino?" You pause for a moment, "But uh yes, I agree…"

With that, Shoto nods once, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you also don't want to go through with an arranged marriage,"

"That's correct…but I really have no choice. I'd be facing my father everyday, met with a wall of un-forgiveness. I don't think I'd be able to handle it," You let out a long sigh, walking more until you found the bench put in by your mother.

He followed you, taking a seat after you had sit down. He wore a pensive look on his face, as if he was thinking about some past memory.

After a few moments he said, "But, it's your life…"

You looked away from him, holding your hand out, watching as you activated your quirk.

Around you, loose dirt and sand raised from the ground, coming together into hard clumps of dirt. As you closed your fist, the shot forwards and fell as their energy died out. You could do this with most organic substances, but sand, dirt and rocks always worked best.

Your father however, could do it with whatever he wanted. Object propulsion was what he had always called it. Brought things up, and then forwards at alarmingly fast rates.

"It's never been my life. If it had been my life, I would have attended UA, I would be in control of how I act and how I want to decorate things. What I say and how I express myself. " You dropped your hand, shaking your head, "As much as I wish to defy his rules, I know that I'd only be a bigger disappointment to him and the rest of my family. I'd bring shame to our name and unwanted publicity,"

He didn't answer as first, as instead, memories flashed in front of his eyes. The sports festival being the most prominent. How long had he repressed using his fire. How long had he resented his own reflection.

As he gazed at you, he could almost see some of the same traits.

"Well, if that's the case. I suppose that by accepting this arrangement, I would only be helping you." He stood up, holding his hand out to you, "In which I want to get to know you better, that way, a marriage in the future won't be just to merge two hero alliances, but so we can enjoy ourselves,"

You faced him, taking his hand and standing up, the two of you now shaking hands for a short moment.

"I'm looking forward to that," You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

For the next half an hour, you and Shoto walked around your garden, taking turns talking about your interests and your lives. He told you about his siblings, and his mother. He talked about his friends, his classmates and his school.

You in turn talked about your best friend, your mother, what it was like at your own school, and your want to have a puppy.

"A puppy?? What kind? What would you name them?" He asked, stopping by some lavender colored roses, which weren't normally that color, but with your mom's quirk, the ability to change certain aspects about organic life, like color and size, made it possible. She always talked about the significance of this certain color but you couldn't remember.

"Any kind! If it was a boy, I'd name him Haku...and for a girl...maybe something like...Kiyo!" You beamed, a little proud of yourself for thinking of names on the spot.

Shoto nodded, never having thought much about getting a pet, but the idea seemed to grow on him more and more as he doted on the idea of seeing you with a puppy.

Before you knew it, both of your names were being called by your respective parents. Their meeting must have finished.

As the two of you walked up, Enji spoke, "The details have been set, once you finish this year, you two will be engaged, and half a year after, the marriage date will be set."

Then your father took over at that point, "From there, our hero agencies will be joined into one, making us all stronger together,"

You caught your mother's eye, she looked a little distant, but still gave you a warm smile, the best one she could afford at the moment.

Together, the five of you walked to the front door, and watched as Todoroki and his father got into their car, and drove away from your house.

You waited until you could no longer see their car before turning and walking inside, your father and mother following suit.

As you turned to walk up the stairs, your name was called once more, it was again, your father.

"(Y/n), do not forget what this means for us,"

"I...I won't" You didn't turn around, only continuing up the stairs and into your room, quietly shutting the door behind you, and sliding down it until you were sitting, knees hugged to your chest.

While the event had been surprisingly nice, Shoto definitely seemed a lot nicer now that he wasn't covered in a strawberry milkshake. And you two even got along pretty well.

But, his father and yours...they'd never understand. To your knowledge, your own father had married your mother to take over her mother's hero agency. Never for love. You weren't even sure if they had come to love each other.

After some five minutes you stood back up, moving to your bed and flopping down onto it, pulling your bunny plush to you, hugging it tightly.

Supposedly, now that the details have been set, you'd be seeing more of Shoto and his family...and that almost didn't seem so bad. Maybe, since you wouldn't be alone in all this, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

You then pulled out your phone, hitting the power button and watching as the screen turned on, notifications filing in one by one.

There were some from your group chat, and others from the few youtubers you watched, and then a few hidden text messages.

When you unlocked your phone and opened the text app, you of course had a few from Maiko, asking how the meeting had gone, and then surprisingly, one from Shoto.

You typed out a response to your best friend first, recounting how everything played out. From seeing how scary his father really was, to the walk in the garden. You kept having to delete things and rewrite them, trying to make it so you seemed more enthused than you were, though she'd definitely catch on either way.

Then, with a deep breath, you looked to the message from Todoroki.

It read, "Hey, (Y/n) today wasn't actually too bad. I look forward to actually being friends."

At first, you didn't quite know what to say. But as you pulled up the keyboard, you found yourself comfortably responding with, "Hey! Me too! Together this won't be terrible!" And hit send without even a second thought.

Not even a moment later, your phone buzzed, half expecting a text back, you were surprised to see that it was actually a call from Maiko. Well, not too surprised.

"Hello?"

"Mkay tell me everything, and not the half hearted 'it was so much fun' stuff because I know its a lie,"

You hummed, giving a soft laugh a moment later, "okay, okay, it wasn't exactly the best! His dad is really...really scary. I mean, even without the flames sprouting from his face. Not to mention, Endeavour in the same room as my dad?? I felt like the room drained of any good vibes."

"Ah so they didn't pass the vibe check," you could almost hear her shaking her head sadly.

"Oh definitely not, " you chuckled, rolling over onto your back, still holding the bunny, "But Shoto isn't actually that bad?? He seemed really nice...not at all like the pictures or how he was at the mall!"

She paused, "Really?? Because I could have sworn that he was ready to kill one or both of us back then,"

"Surprisingly it's true. He spent like ten minutes talking about his siblings and how they all had dinner the day before."

You both went on to talk about things for some time, passing the time away as your conversation drifted from Todoroki to the upcoming week of school, and the week in general.

At one point, you went to check your calendar app, and was met with another message from Todoroki.

"Ooooh Maiko I have a favor to ask…"

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha

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gutterballed · 3 years ago

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Statement of Timothy Stoker on the disappearance and subsequent.... replacement of persons Jonathon Sims and Martin Blackwood. Statement taken to direct from subject, recorded by subject. Recording from July 2, 2021.

Statement begins.

Foregoing formalities, Jon, I think the worst part of it all?

I already knew.

You know?

Like, it doesn't take a genius to put the pieces together. Martin being so protective of you is normal, but Martin being hostile to everyone, not so much. He was too much, and he was too guilty. Offered to tell me so many times, and he kept coming on about it -- and I know how he is with your secrets. Rats you out the first opportunity.

But "you deserve to know" "one day I'll tell you" "it's.... complicated Tim" sure. Just say you did this.

So Martin did it.

And, Martin is new. I don't know him, for sure. You're both weird, and not right, and fuck me for enjoying that, huh? You're DEFINITELY new. I know it's not unheard of for you to come back hurt, but missing an eye, and suddenly your eyes are freaky? I know neither of you were particularly trying to HIDE that you weren't the original versions of yourself, but. Yeah.

And im not stupid, what can Martin do?

What's he GOT?

He wouldn't kill someone, not himself.

He'd do it somehow else, someway to-

[An echoing scuffle is heard in the distance and there is silence, the gentle wheeze of lungs trapped in dusty tunnels for too long]

[Click]

Okay. Sorry, that was Basira. She was looking for.... something.

Maybe me.

Who knows.

If it is me, she's one of the people I'm out here for, so I'm certainly not making it easier for her to find me.

Anyways. Yeah, Martin wouldn't be the one who killed someone with his hands. Not that he's not capable, I think all of us are at this point, just that he's not the sort to actually do it with his hands. And it's Jon, even a different him, I don't think he could bring himself to do it. I don't think he even COULD. Like, physically.

So, whats left if you take away the physical kill them?

Of course they're in the lonely.

Of course. I'm not stupid, Jon. And Martin! If he's telling you this, or if you're somehow cued in too, I'm not dumb. Fuck, neither of you are even a little capable of hiding shit from us, when it's like this. Maybe Basira, but she hardly counts. Half expect she knew too, and just wouldn't tell me. Having too much fun dragging me around at all hours of the night hunting them down.

But, no, I knew. And when Martin said it wasn't Jon, I knew then too. And in a million guilty stares I knew. I knew.

But I didn't want to.

Is that so much? And, God, is it so much to ask that you not get kidnapped Jon? For even ten minutes can you not get in trouble? Because this time I don't think I can help you. If you ever once talked to me maybe I could, but you always have to do it fUck-

[Click]

[A shaky breath]

.... you always have to do it alone. Every time.

Jon...

Oh, Jon. Jon what are we going to do now? You looked so bad, Jon.

You're so far gone. And, Jon if you're listening, I know he can't hear me.

...God I was right there... I wanted to hug you, mate. You couldn't even see me. I wanted to hold you, keep you aware and alive.

Hilarious that I still get like this with you. Like we're in college again. We're adults now, it's not my JOB to make sure you're not smart mouthing the wrong jock just because you know more than him.k Christ, you know, I wish I were there! It's ridiculous, I couldn't even DO anything, but I keep thinking that I could handle being lost, if we were lost together. Maybe we could.... find him.

We couldn't. I know we couldn't.

But, maybe just me would be enough? For a bit?

It's not.

You two have something going on that I don't think I'd ever understand.

I've been planning for it either way, though. I don't think Martin is an option, and I don't want to try my chances with Peter. Theres this woman I've been stalking down, I don't think she's strong enough though. Really shows you the nepotism of it all with Martin. But it may have to be her, I doubt Peter would actually send me to The Lonely, what with how close he is to Elias.

If Elias hasn't killed me yet, he's got something for me. Or he just knows Jon isn't enough, and Martin's barely eye. Basira is a fine hunter, but shite for what he needs. Daisy, God, she's barely even alive.

Needs me, I think.

Or he expected me to die when I did for them.

That's funny.

Jon, did you know I died?

Christ, you must have been bad.

Hah..... so. I'm giving a statement. I know you hate rambling statements, but to be fair you can't hear me. So even.

So, Martin and Jon got replaced. Somewhere around April, because I gave a statement about how I didn't die the 27th. They've since been... affectionate, if you invite them. They've been borderline pleasant, but suspicious all the same. Last week Martin gave up the ruse, and told me what happened to them. And for anyone who found this- fuck you.

Fuck you for finding my stash, fuck you for listening, fuck you for being here.

An unabashed, fuck. You.

Also, if you haven't understood what happened yet, Martin Blackwood is a follower of The Lonely. I don't know about avatar yet, but I'd say he's close. He's... really close.

Hes also one of my closest friends, and a coworker, fellow Archival Assistant to The Archivist, head archivist to The Magnus Institute. Somewhere in April, a different Martin Blackwood came to our universe, from an adjacent one where Jon had fucked everything up for EVERYONE, and he took both my Martin, and my Jon, and stuck them in The Lonely. Which means he's much more powerful than my Martin.

Probably.

Don't like that, still, but okay.

These two replaced them, and took their place. He confessed as much to me last week.

Following this I asked if I could see them, later, at work. After work, he agreed. He brought me to see them, first Jon, second Martin. They both were very clearly gone. Barely human, barely had faces anymore. They were all wisp, fog falling from their mouths to feed whatever this was. You both looked... bad. I don't think either of you even recognized I was there. That I was saying anything.

To Jon I told him about how I got lost in Helen's halls that first time. Michael's halls, really. How we were there for weeks, how we meandered, how it was hell. I know you didn't hear this one, so I'm not repeating it. It's none of your business.

To Martin I.... confessed.

To him?

Weird, when I have to turn around and face Martin? So I guess sorry for sort of confessing to your boyfriend. Again, I'm not telling you. Just feels a bit shite, considering our friendship.

That's my statement.

And, it's my final one.

I'm sure I fed Martin plenty with all of these, and now I'm positive you never heard a single one. I told you so much more than I ever thought I'd tell anyone and you didn't hear a single one. You didn't.

I've wasted my time, and wish I could say I wasted yours but you didn't have time to waste in the first time.

So thanks.

For doing this.

I'm going to keep lying about doing research until I get sick enough to go back up, and im going to try to not get spotted when I do. Drop off some of the information I haven't been sharing and see how that makes me feel. If it's not enough, I'll figure something out. As of right now, Basira is positive I've figured something out for our ongoing investigation into Jon and Martin, and I'm not... sure if I should tell her.

So, im hiding. From Jon and Martin, who I just don't want to see. From Basira who wants to know what I found. From Elias, who keeps staring at me. I might put in for my vacation days, I've accrued a good amount by now, that might be nice.

Ask Elias to not tell Martin. Don't want to hear the smarmy reminder that he probably already knows.

I'm.... trying not to be lonely.

So, bye Jon. I'm sorry you're lost.

And if you find him, can you tell Martin I miss him? You two aren't dating for ME so can you tell him I was... being honest? That I love him? Play wingman for me for having recorded all these useless statements?

End of statement.

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yahsung · 5 years ago

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CUDDLING BF!TAEYONG

requested!! thanks honey bun, so much love hehe ~<3 also i’m gonna cry anon said this is a safe space i WILL hold ur hand

also pls request!! though i’m a student and have classwork to do, i love getting requests and it gets me all giddy <3 let’s get to it (:

also he looks so soft and so squishy in this gif i had to use it for this theme

finally being able to cuddle your boyfriend is very relaxing and VERY therapeutic.. always calms your nerves and stress

taeyong also feels the same way, something about finally being able to hold you in his arms makes him feel so happy and smiley

the two of you can cuddle and lay down wherever, be in your shared bedroom or the living room couch.. as long as you’re together and holding one another, all is fine

most of the time you guys are sitting in front of a tv, taeyong having his switch connected to it and playing animal crossing hehe so cute

you love watching him play because he looks so genuinely happy and smiley as he shows you his character and his town )):

“babe!! he looks just like you omg wait that’s literally )): the cutest thing )): ever )):”

“i know oh my gosh i really tried my best babe is it actually good )):”

he loves showing you his favorite outfits and how he did his best to make his character look just like him AAH

of course you two will plop down, a really big blanket covering the two of you, and you’ll be watching a cute disney movie while holding hands and giggling together

“i’m telling you tangled is literally the best movie ever i CANNOT stress that enough”

“babe what if i learned how to make my hair glow when i sing-“

“yong you’d be so cool oh my gosh let’s learn it together pls”

he loves kissing each of your fingers repeatedly may i say ugh as he’s holding onto your hand, making you giggle from how precious he looks

his heart beats faster and faster each time you ask him for a kiss, no matter if it’s out of no where or after a previous kiss, smiling and pecking your lips repeatedly

“gimme kith”

“you want kith? i’ll give you kith MUAH”

he absolutely ADORES it when you give him neck kisses )): yeah he’s a little ticklish but having your soft lips peck his neck is AH

he can’t help but giggle but won’t ask you to stop pls i wanna cry at the thought

loves hearing you talk about your day, knowing if it went well or terrible, knowing every detail

“oh my gosh okay so remember the coworker who keeps indirectly asking my best friend out?”

“the guy who wears fake glasses right? because he thinks he’s making a statement”

“yes exactly omg the GLASSES, okay so basically today-“

you love listening to him talk about his friends and how precious they are to him.. literally the best boy ever you can hear him talk forever

“johnny and mark made a homemade movie today and it was so funny babe”

“wait really?? omg you have to send it to me we need to make it go viral”

“honestly the plot was so good even if they made it out of nowhere let me send it to you”

ok but he’s always asking if you can wear his hoodies ): and his sweats ): and his clothes ):

he loves seeing you wearing his clothing bc it’s so affectionate and so cute??

it’s like as if the both of you are making a statement even if no one else will see you.. you’re his and he’s yours ):

“hey babe can you wear my favorite hoodie... i think you look really cute in it”

he likes taking pictures and videos of the two of you... wants to make memories out of the minimalistic dates

yes he thinks of cuddling as dates pls he thinks any time with you is a date

“wow.. you’re so cute.. i can’t believe someone as breathtaking as you is my baby.. i’m so lucky, the luckiest man on earth”

“taeyong pls i’m gonna literally kiss you IM the luckiest”

he’ll be playing with your hair as you’re invested in a movie... sometimes he does it without knowing, twirling it in his fingers

he likes lightly and softly touching your ears and just touching you ):

WILL poke your cheeks so watch out

“boop boop boop”

sometimes he’ll even “beep boop boop beep” your cheeks and you’ll look up at him with the cheekiest grin

you like wrapping your legs around his, be it under a blanket while laying down or just sitting down close to each other

when really really close, you’ll place your free arm and hand over his chest, rubbing figure eights or circles, maybe even tap his chest

you’ll also find yourself rubbing your thumb over his cheek or his jawline, softly pinching it every now and then

during this times he’ll take your hand and kiss your fingers like he always does ):

“i love it when you do that”

“well i love you”

love you’s will be said SO many times it’s so so cute ):

one of you could be ranting about something and “sigh anyways... i love you bb”

or the two of you could be in complete silence, little to no words have been said for a while, invested in the movie or game,

“hey, you know i love you so much right?”

and the other will hum ): kisses being shared and going back to the tv afterwards

just small little scenarios happening, the two of you being really comfy with each other and just loving the way your bodies feel like two different puzzle pieces that go with one another

though not every night, the two of you have really deep conversations, and sharing really personal and sensitive things, and you’ll both feel so safe because you have each other

you guys call each other soulmates )):

“you’re my soulmate and that’s a fact”

“ugh, period, as i should”

n e ways i know this isn’t much and i could write a bit more but it’s 4 am and i’m dozing off ahhh

basically i love lee taeyong and i’d literally love to hold his hand ugh soft hours begin

also hey anon much love thanks for requesting and i hope you’re having a good quarantine and staying healthy!! hopefully it was good <3

this goes for everyone else too hehe

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jackalopefreckles · 4 years ago

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I feel like Ive aged at least 6 years since covid started. Im angrier. Less adapted to being outside then I used to be- which is saying a lot. This time last year I was?? Actually healthier mentally then I had ever been and looking forward to having the house alone for a month which?? Was the most freedom I wouldve ever had.

A lots fucking changed. I drove halfway across the country- all 30 hours at once with my big brother AND two elderly dogs, plus my cat. All animals on too many drugs (the vet said they couldnt overdose, and then failed to give any further instruction) cami peed on herself twice, unable to move. I had to waterboard her in Phoenix, a truly terrifying hell city where all the roads are raised and overlapping and its a hot as shit cause its?? What june?? Time was so fake this year I mustve just been stoned the whole time till I ran out of weed, and since moving its been a relief to be able to turn off the spinning anxious thoughts for a few hours

my big brother joined us. He brought a new dog with him which?? Is always a lot, plus I have this pack of dogs now cause the puppy wouldnt leave the super cancer ridden dog alone, and Im able to get her cbd regularly here, so shes always comfortable now instead of just?? Sometimes which is a lot nicer. We didnt think shed make it to chrisrmas. I thought shed die with me home alone to take care of everything, like always. It was almost a relief, I wouldn't have to coach my brother through the grieving process at least, and I had already finished. Its hard now even, for me to realize she might even have another christmas (but I wont hold my breath)

I feel safer going outside here then I did in Austin. I only went out a handful of times in texas, for the last few months I was ordering almost all groceries, and only going to the store once mask mandates were mandatory (theyre not anymore. Im so worried for texas. I missed a huge freeze by mere months. I dont think my elderly dogs wouldnt survived it. If I was alone with them, Im not sure I woudlve.

My parents took my brother to mexico with them. I begged them not to go, told them how irresponsible it was to travel across boarders. To visit an island and take all the plane germs with. I told them that even if my mom and brother were staying at home all day with me, my dad was still going to work and he didnt know what his coworkers were doing. That they wouldn't know what the people on the plane were doing. That at any point they could become the stupid americans that killed half an islands population.

They left a week after today last year. The boarders were closed the next day. Their friend has been traveling back and forth ever since. I have no idea how, except for the fact shes white and rich and wont hesitate to destroy a child, so I can only imagine how shed treat costomer service.

I will no longer allow this angry aggressive woman to ever make me feel bad, and I will allow myself to finally fight back. Im an adult, maybe not all the time (cause lets be real I'll always be a bit too eccentric for most) but when I get angry and allow myself that anger, it's not a bad thing. Anger doesn't have to make me feel like Ive done something wrong. Im usually very just in my actions, and I wont allow my parents influence to tell me all anger is misdirected and hurtful for reasons I couldnt understand. Its okay for me to be angry.

I think being alone with animals for months is at least reassuring that my childhood was unreasonable if nothing else. Which of course is a silly polite society term for pretty fucked, if nothing else.

My aunt had to gall to say weve had a good 2020 cause our family wasnt hurt, and I had to walk away from the zoom call. I haven't attempted communication with any of them since, not that I normally do. Of course none of us died, all rich old white people, most of them retired and able to stay home all day (not that all of them did, I learned about my grandfathers routine and just.. Im honestly surprised no one got it yet. Of course I knew from the beginning if anyone was gonna get it and die, it probably wouldve been me. Hence the 8 months of solitude before the move.

Was the move in August?? Im so unsure about time. Even with 2020 vision.

I tried to date when I moved here. Strictly on tinder. What was the point? On and off testosterone due to the wonders of texas, hadnt changed my body nearly as much as they should've a year after being on them. I look much more handsome now. Im also allowing myself to toss gender aside completely. He/him doesn't mean man, and they/them dont mean nonbinary, so why not mix them since Im?? Not really either.

It wasnt even a thought process like that to start. Much more "this is nice" which I think more gender should be allowed to be. Dont gotta be deep just comfortable.

I wont ever allow my parents to forget what they did. I ended up with three dogs I didnt want (I was so looking forward to not having any dogs) and I ended up taking care of my brother. Again. Its easier without my parents at least. Everything always is. My dogs are even happier. Cami finally isnt anxious 24/7. Again, a sad reminder my childhood wasn't great. Daisy is healthier. Trauma can be stored emotionally or with health issues, often both. I think the cancer dog getting better and?? Surviving and thriving so much longer then the vet said (how good was my old vet?) Is another unfortunate nail in thay proverbial coffin.

Im not as soft and openly loving. Im even more touch starved somehow. Harsher. I still want to choose love and compassion, but Im not letting myself fall into the trap of being so nice people wont be nice to you. Fighting back is something I wont feel shameful about, because it never stopped me from doing it completely anyway.

I was already reaching this on my own though. This was just more coffins, more nails. This didnt need to happen. We know our government let this happen. Its still letting it happen. Im not sure when Im getting my vaccine. My big brothers sick of quarentine and keeps trying to get us to go out. Sometimes I yield, and we go to a park, or the top floor of the parking garage. I get a vegan hotdog from nearby. We talk and laugh and were genuinely just. Boys being boys.

I shouldn't have to deal with parent shit anymore. I do though, especially since two out of three are unemployed and we can really only afford to live here cause of them (they owe me if anything though. Especially with my brother and these animals) I hope I can get a job soon. Or maybe even go back to school. Im lucky I had so much saved up (for top surgery, which I guess wont happen before Im 25 like I really tried for. I wouldve done it before now, but texas waitlists and rules kept holding me up. I literally went to an appointment in dallas, a 4 hour drive, just to found out the surgeon canceled on me for the second time)

Its incredibly depressing, and I know Im lucky to have had that stash. So many people didnt have anything and lost so much. People lost people. Half a million at this point. I remember when it got to 300,000 and I just?? Felt so awful it was so close to how many people we lost to AIDS. Its over that by so many now. It doesn't really stop, does it??

Is that catholic guilt?? Or maybe just irish guilt in general. Is it something I inherited or earned through all the end of the worlds and once in a lifetime recessions Ive been through. Im not sure how many off the top of my head, theyve been coming since I was so small and its always more and more. Im not even catholic anymore. I cant stop being irish though, even though the brits tried (and succeeded. Weve lost a lot. The current royal cotastrophy is bullshit as well, the only person who deserves a royal title is from Meniappolos

My home is decorate all inside for st patrick's day. My big brother loves it so Im going all out, and its def making me feel much more irish then usual (which is a lot Im over half)

I think I just wanted to say Im not the same. I hope I can still be happy an obnoxious is public. I wonder if I remember how

#TIRED #happy covid anniversary #time to post this without reading it lmao #long post #rambles

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karasumajo · 4 years ago

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I read through the old messages with my last favorite person.

I never realized how easily I would bend to his word and needs 😅 or just how much affection and care I'd give to him. At the time I guess I wouldn't have, I use to react purely on emotions and feelings without a thought.

I guess if makes sense that my ex didn't like him, but I would still talk to him and make time and do my best to always be there for him. Now, looking back,I guess I could see why my ex boyfriend felt the threat from him. But it was purely just friendship.

I guess I liked having someone to care about and who depended on my being there for them.

There was a conversation I saw between him and I

Him: "Are you awake?"

Me: "of course, what's up?"

Him: "I just really need someone. I'm feeling anxious, sad, I can't sleep."

Me: " :( I'm always here ____♡ it's okay. Do you want to talk on the phone? Want to come over? Want foods?"

Him: "idk, I guess not being alone would be nice, ill head over."

Me: "okay, I'll make something to eat! We can sit outside and eat! See you soon ♡"

It was like 2am. I remember that day was a terrible day at work but I wanted to be there for him lol. But it was always that way when he didn't want to be alone, and I always made myself available to him.

We even had a conversation once where he proposed that if when we are older and single, perhaps we can just have some kind of FWB relationship 😅 and I just...agreed. like I didn't even factor in how that might effect me.

Anyway, what hurt me to read was when I realized I was begging him to talk to me. I mean I don't blame him, his relationship would obviously be more important than me and also I guess having me as a friend was a liability. But I did my best to keep boundaries for him and his gf. I just wanted him to talk to me at least.

But then, one day, he said something....so ...stupid lol

We had gone to the mall together as we usually did, and his gf called, asked what he was up To.

He told her.. "I'm at the mall with my ex."

.......

Not (my name here). Not "my best friend". Not even just "my friend". MY EX. WHO TF SAYS THAT ???

So I guess she obviously was unhappy and he goes to take the call privately. I started feeling anxious and like I'm doing something wrong... 😅 when he came back I asked if that's all he sees me as? His ex? And he said Well you are, you're my ex girlfriend after all, im not going to lie to her.

I said but ____ ...I'm you're friend... 😅. And he said Yeah, but we dated. You're my ex.

So here we are at the mall, I just bought him all these gifts because yknow I'm a dumb bitch, and he's just there calling me his ex and nonchalantly... 😅

That's where things went downhill.

His girlfriend hated me. My existence. I guess rightfully so...but she never would tell him to get shit together, she would come after me about it with messages and phone calls...it was stressful lol.

Then when I thought things were fine, everything finally was hashed out, I still have my fp, his gf is actually cool, she's my new friend. Everything is fine

He blocked me.

He didn't just block me, but basically erased my existence from his life.

Couldn't text or call him. Couldn't DM him. Couldn't send him a fb message. Literally nothing.

His brother told me he got rid of all the paintings I made for him. All the gifts.

He deleted me.

And I just... didn't exist anymore.

I panicked. I got scared and I got anxious and I tried what I could to just get a word out of him, something. Just tell me WHY?????? lol..like why just shut me out, in like the most random and hurtful way possible? After everything, don't I at least deserve a heads up? An explanation? Idk, something? Fucking smoke signals? A letter? An email?????

That was it. He just deleted me. My last message to him I left on IG was

"____ I'm not even angry at this point. Just please tell me what I did wrong now? Please just tell me what happened? I'm sorry if I hurt you or if I hurt ______ in anyway...Just don't shut me out like this please. Whatever your reasons are at this point okay fine but just please tell me why and what I did. I just need to at least know.."

I got no reply back and that was the last message.

For the next following days, weeks, months. I guess I went through withdrawal of not talking to him everyday 😅 not having that friendship. I was depressed, crying all the time, anxiety would rise and fall throughout the day dramatically. I'd anxiously look at my phone hoping he'd replied. But I never got anything.

I missed him.

After some time, another person we knew told me that he was talking about me at his job. At first I thought "oh? Maybe he's thinking of talking to me again?"

But no.

He talked about what a shit friend I was. How I never showed care. How I apparently was always such a bitch and didn't know how to just chill out. How I was always so intense and my favorite "she's a mess".

He read my message, and told everyone he didn't bother replying because "how can she not see how she's a lot".

😅

So naturally, I emailed him 😂.

I told him how much I hated him, how he's a piece of shit, how dare he call me a bad friend. I told him what a little bitch he is and how I wanted to beat his face in and to stay the fuck away from me forever.

Yknow, all that good stuff...

I mean clearly, yeah, I'm a mess. But I wasn't a bad friend. That much I knew, but it didn't matter. The thoughts ate me up. The worry and overthinking had a field day in my head. The constant thought of "you see how you're so much you just fuck shit up? Why can't you just be normal?"

He made me question my own sanity, my love, the way I am. Am I really innocent? What if he's right? What I even fooled myself into thinking I'm good but really, what if I'm just so evil that I'm good at manipulating others into believing I'm good?

I still wonder that tho, I live in constant doubt of myself and my own intentions, I wonder if I'll ever be able to just be me and not feel like I constantly need to validate and confirm my own emotions and feelings accordingly. It's tiring and now I don't even know how to just react without thinking about my reactions first.

Today he tried pretending non of that happened. Like he never had anything to do with the way I am now. He smiled, he joked, he talked to me, he tried hugging me. He took me to Chipotle to get lunch. Then he asked me about how I've been and how I've been dealing with my anxiety. Because he worried.....

LOL EX-FUCKING-SCUSE ME SIR???????

Needless to say I went off and told him how we are just coworkers and he lost the right to ask that question forever ago.

Still, the fucked up part is, I still miss him. 🙄 ew.

I don't even know why I'm writing all this. Maybe Because writing it makes it so that it's out of my head and here. Maybe a small part of me felt happy today because small moments felt like the old days. With his dumb jokes and always finding ways to make me laugh and smile.

Mostly I guess to remind myself why I can't let myself be swayed back in a friendship with someone like him. Because I know that if I did, it would just end the same and I would have played myself again.

Womp, well that was a lot 😅 im gonna go back to sleep now, this kinda helped I guess.

Sorry for the long rant and shit 😅 goodnight nobody and everybody!

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blazewatergem · 4 years ago

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DO I HAVE A STORY FOR Y’ALL

Let’s backtrack to say...two weeks ago? Yeah ok two weeks ago my Mum finally had enough. The people at her work(my old high school’s transportation office. She plots the routes and is a absolute hard worker who DESERVES CREDIT FOR EVERYTHING SHES DONE, MARK) none of them have been treating her right. They’ve been hoisting all the work on her to the point where she’s been staying three hours after when she’s supposed to leave AND doing work at home PLUS the weekends. I’d even help her out most days.

Now in case you didn’t know I lose both my grandparents within a year. My Grandma(Mum’s mom) and my Papa(Mum’s dad). It only just passed a year for Grandma in August(you want the exact date, it was the day I first posted Curse of Eden. Fanfic has been keeping me sane for a while now) when Papa later passed in December(I miss him so much. We shared books, ideas, and rocks. He called me his “Adventuring Companion” because we went everywhere together. I miss him so. He left me his rock tumbler, his books, and a old key we’re not sure what it went to. He also insisted I take his old timey tavern stuff, which includes a literal bar and ale mugs) yet only, again, two weeks ago we sold the house.

We’re pretty sure it’s haunted. I’ll tell that story later though.

After the selling of said house, Mum made a comment at work that with some of the money, we might take a staycation into the mountains at a cabin. Safe, isolated, no people and well deserved! It’s her and Dad’s 30th anniversary this year, and her birthday is the 23rd of October so the vacation could be a mix of both celebrations. Now here’s the stressful part, see you remember how I mentioned she works at the school? Yeah, look at the news. See how bad the schools are getting hit? Yeah. Her coworkers don’t wear masks. She’s the only one. Plus her boss(MARK YOU BIT—) is having the bus drivers do all this extra work and not having them be paid for it. Mum spoke up about that, which started a argument, which somehow led to her implying that perhaps it’s time she retire. He basically went “Yeah, ok. That way I can put *insert coworker here* into your spot easy and have a dream team.”

You catch that? Dream team. This POS has my mother stressed out to the point of migraines in a unsafe environment for COVID19 AND HE BASICALLY ACTS LIKE HE CAN REPLACE HER. IM GONNA FIGHT A GROWN ADULT(which ok ok I’m an adult too nineteen and college but like he’s older so) IM GONNA THROW H A N D S.

Anyways Mum quit. She’s helping out because she’s a good person, but the 16th should be her last day(maybe...? It’s weird but she’s leaving so idk. Sad because she loved the job, super hard worker and loyal to a fault, but she’s not gonna stay if they “don’t want her” 🥺) but as of right now she’s only working on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

This, everyone, is where we finally reach our story(lmao that was all BACKGROUND).

As previously stated, Mum’s birthday is October 23rd. She LOVES the Peanuts. Called me her Charlie Brown because I’d totally be ok with getting rocks for Halloween and I’m clumsy AF. Well my Dad found her a amazing birthday present! It’s a Peanuts Calender that you can:

Change the dates on it.

Put in cute slides for holidays and important dates.

At the top, put a special statue designed for each month.

Hang it on the wall.

It’s all reusable, no year on it so she can keep it year after year after year!

So of course we order it, excited because now we have a nice family trip planned(that cabin trip I mentioned. Going the end of the month. Excited!) and now a awesome birthday present that will get delivered to the house.

Dad got an email today.

It’s been shipped.

We don’t have a tracking number.

We don’t know when it will arrive.

Dad works first shift and is gone most of the day.

Mum is now home for every day except Tuesdays and Thursdays and we don’t know when her big birthday present will be here.

I have now been placed on “Jason Bourne Duty” where if the package arrives I must not only find out which package it’s in(WE DONT KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE) I must also distract my Mum(WITH WHAT IDK) and hide the present in my room. Without her SEEING ME DO THIS. TAKING A BIG OL PACKAGE INTO MY ROOM LIKE IM SNEAKING IN CONTRABAND.

😂 WISH ME LUCK Y’ALL!

#talking fire #funny story actually

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for the 700 Drabble, could you possibly do one of Gavin (mlqc) with a fluff fakerelationship!au using 27 (what if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?) and 14 (I’m right where I belong)? it doesn’t have to have all of those elements though if there’s something you’d want to change!! thank you im advance

I just wanna say I love all the prompts you guys sent in, like uGh. this one in particular had me thinking a lot when I got it. plus, I can’t help but sigh every time I get a gavin request. because like bitch?? I love u??

also did you hear about the anime mlqc is getting? I’m literally so excited about it, it looks amazing!

(also I don’t remember the side characters names jsjhfdjshd I think they’re Anna and Kiki but I might be wrong.)

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I do love you (gavin x reader)

Your coworkers often teased you about how close you were to four wildly different men, and you suspect that was the reason they were smiling so cheekily when they informed you of the upcoming charity event. It probably wouldn’t be too brash to suspect they had some kind of bet going - probably along the lines of who you would invite, you guessed - and you felt just a bit too pressured about it.

“I’m sure a date will be no problem for you, ___,” Anna said, her expression friendly but her voice sly. She was a hell of a businesswoman, but even smarter when it came to harmlessly pushing all of your buttons.

You just scoffed quietly, refusing to meet her eyes as you focused on the computer screen in front of you. “Why do you say that?”

She shrugged, her lips curving up into a small smile as she leaned on your desk. “What, it’s not like you’re not thinking of someone right now anyway, ___. Besides, I’m sure there’s a secret someone that’s stolen your heart already.”

“It’s not like that, Anna.” You insisted, your eyes finally turning on her as she quirked a brow.

“Is it not?”

You didn’t say anything. And you hated your silence because you knew it told both of you that you acknowledged that she was right. There was undoubtedly someone that had come to your mind almost immediately, and though he hadn’t exactly stolen your heart, he was definitely the one person closest to succeeding in doing so.

Maybe he was the first person to come to your mind because you knew he wouldn’t say no. Or maybe it was because you wanted the excuse to ask him in particular; but, you doubt you would ever admit that to yourself even if that were the case.

You had a hard time admitting even the bare details to him, after all.

You’d met with Gavin later that day, deciding that it would be the perfect time to ask him your favour as he had already invited you along to walk around the square for the evening. Friendly outings between the two of you weren’t uncommon and happened more often than not, so you figured that it would be the most comfortable spot to ask your question.

God, it made your heart race. You didn’t seem to think to ask him to be your date for a night was a big deal beforehand, but every time you opened your mouth to do so, your throat dried up painfully. Though, Gavin, being the person he was, knew something was up from the beginning. He even commented on it a few times, but you always politely turned the conversation somewhere else out of pure concern for your racing heart.

Yet, it was nothing short of your expectations when you finally got out the words you’d been rehearsing over and over again in your head for hours. He had graciously treated both of you to ice cream when you decided it was time to finally say something.

“Gavin, I know this might be a little too much to ask, but do you think you could be my boyfriend for a night?”

Your lips pulled into a pitiful smile as your hands gripped your skirt. It was silent for a few moments before he finally looked at you from where he sat, an eyebrow raised as he asked, “For a night? What’s the occasion?”

You were oddly disappointed at his bland reaction but were happy with his response nonetheless.

“There’s a charity event for Loveland TV in a few days,” You explained, watching his expression carefully. “and I was told to bring a date.”

He shrugged and nodded. “Sure, I’d be happy to, but why do you need me to act like your boyfriend?”

“Ah,” You rubbed the back of your neck, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you recalled the afternoon.

“Well, let’s just say I implied some things that weren’t true in a fit of irritation.” You smiled sheepishly but were relieved when he laughed.

“You really have always been the type of person to act now and think later, huh?” He said, still chuckling. You couldn’t help but smile at his words.

“Maybe, but thanks for helping me out. You’re the only person I could think of to ask something like that.”

There was a flicker of something in his eyes, but before you had time to dwell on it, it replaced with his usual easy-going confidence.

“You would only need to ask me,” He said nonchalantly, digging his novelly small spoon into the dish of ice cream in his hand. “I’d be hurt if you went to anyone else first,”

His tone was slightly joking, and you let out a relieved laugh. Leave it to him to make every conversation comfortable, even if what he said made your heart jump.

“But, anyway — what’s this event all about?”

You explained it to him almost eagerly, but you just passed it off as feeling relieved. After all, the whole interaction had gone so smooth, you couldn’t find a reason not to be happy about it. Gavin also seemed to be enjoying your mood, his lip consistently quirked up into a small smile as you talked, and the detail had you feeling light.

You were glad that you’d asked him. Of course, you wouldn’t have minded going with someone else, like, say Lucien, but something about knowing that you were going to dance as his girlfriend for a night had you giddy the entire time you were preparing for it the next day.

But, you were startlingly awkward when he picked you up. You tried not to be, but the sight of him in a suit and tie had your words lodged in your throat as soon as you saw him. Thankfully, it was fine, because he read the situation and made the friendly conversation that was common between the two of you and wasn’t awkward in the least.

It must have been one of his charms, making people comfortable. You swore it was because you couldn’t help but relax when you heard his voice or saw him smile. And as soon as you reached the venue the party was being held out, you weren’t nervous anymore.

“So,” You spoke quickly as you unplugged your seatbelt. “I think you actually already know me well enough to play my boyfriend-”

“Hey,” He interrupted with a small smile as he turned off the car, making your eyebrows raise slightly. “I’m your boyfriend, remember? That’s not something you should be saying to me,”

Your lips parted in surprise before you raised a brow. “Then what’s something I should be saying to you?”

His eyes narrowed as his lips curved up into a tentative smile.

“Ask me later.”

You’d pursed your lips, giving him a questioning look, but had still followed him out of the car and up to the building. But, before he could reach the doors, you rushed out and grabbed his hand, stopping him with one last thing on your mind.

His eyebrows furrowed, and though a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes, that was all it was; a flash.

“What? Is something wrong?”

‘Um,” Your face flushed. “It’s just- if my friends say anything weird, don’t mind them too much, okay?”

He laughed as he took his hand away from the doorknob to lightly ruffle your hair, careful not to mess up the way you’d styled it. “They wouldn’t be your friends if they weren’t weird in some way already.”

You used your free hand to hit him on the shoulder, and his laughter didn’t cease, but there was a warm and affectionate look that stayed in his eyes that you could definitely get used to. But, like any other time, it was gone soon after, replaced by an easygoing look as you walked into the building.

Photographers flocked around you, flashes whirring, and with an encouraging hand squeeze from Gavin, you both smiled and waved. You never felt completely comfortable with all the attention that came from inheriting the production company from your father, but with Gavin by your side, standing there for the camera felt as natural as breathing.

After he managed to pull both of you away from the crowd, you tried to look for Anna and Kiki to inform them of your arrival. But, you couldn’t help but walk rigidly, nervous for the life of the fib you were trying to pull off. You trusted Gavin, of course, but you didn’t know if you trusted yourself.

Holding his hand as you went through the room was enough to make your heart pound, so you didn’t know what you were going to do when you had to pretend more convincingly in front of them. Your mind couldn’t help but run through the possibilities, but a voice called out to you, thankfully, before you could overthink it.

“___!’

Anna’s unmistakable voice called out to you, and with one last comforting squeeze to your hand, Gavin pulled you over to her.

“I should have known,” her voice was subtly teasing, but you just gave her a small smile and pretended not to notice. “Of course you were talking about Gavin. Who else would it have been?”

You tried to ignore her words, but you couldn’t help the blush that blanketed your cheeks. It seemed like Gavin was having a hard time fighting a blush, too, and she just laughed.

“You two are so shy~” She cooed, barely able to fend off a meticulous grin at your expressions. “I’m sure you’ve already done everything, so there’s no need to hide it.”

Gavin just laughed along with her, his hand that was still wrapped around yours turning slightly clammy. But, you didn’t mind. You were sure that you were much worse, after all.

“Of course,” He said, his voice so suddenly adoring that your blush darkened immediately. “We’ve known each other for so long, so it was only due time.”

She quirked a brow. “How much is a long time?”

“High school,” He answered with a smile, so lovely that you couldn’t help but wish that his words were genuine. “She was a year younger than me, but we saw each other a lot anyway, so we knew each other.”

Anna nodded with a slightly less suspicious smile. However Gavin’s words were hitting, they seemed to have an effect on her.

“That’s really cute! You never told me any of that, ___. I saw him so much but never knew…” She trailed off, and Gavin exchanged a tentative look with you, unbeknownst to Anna.

You were suddenly looking desperately for an escape, not wanting to have to deal with the maddening pressure anymore. You hated having to lie to one of your best friends, especially if the feelings that were supposed to be fake were becoming more real as the minutes passed. You felt like you were lying to too many people at once.

And you thanked god that Gavin was so perceptive. He was a thousand times more social in a lot of ways, too, so he no trouble excusing both of you and letting you lead the way out of trouble

“Gavin,” You got his attention quietly as he looked to you. “Sorry for dragging you into this. You can wander around if you’d like, just take my pass and they’ll let you go anywhe-”

You started to take the lanyard off your neck, but Gavin’s hand slipped out of yours for the first time that night to put an arm around your shoulder, successfully stopping you.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, ___. I’m right where I belong.”

Your cheeks flushed as you looked at him, the close proximity of your faces putting you off significantly.

“O-ok, well,” You paused for the sake of your voice, which felt like it was about to break out. “Do you wanna go outside? This building has a courtyard, and uh- it’s kinda, uh stuffy in here?”

You were a stuttering mess and got your words out as more of a question than a proposition, but Gavin just smiled and leaned back, seemingly satisfied with what he’d just done.

“Sure we can. Let’s go.”

His hand slipped from your shoulder to fit in your hand again, and you couldn’t help but sigh internally as he pulled you along. You had such a hopeless crush on him at that point that it wasn’t even funny.

He found the doors without much of your direction, and to your relief, the courtyard was closed off for only a select few, so you were able to be there without any distraction. It was too nice of a night to be distracted, you thought, momentarily forgetting about your wildly beating heart as you stared up at the stars.

“Hey,”

Your words were quiet, and more earnest than even you’d ever heard from yourself, so his head turned almost immediately.

“Can we talk about something?”

He pulled his lips into a line for a few fleeting seconds before nodding.

Your mouth opened momentarily, and the words lodged in your throat.

“What if we dance out here?” You blurted, ignoring the screams of protest in your head. You’d meant to confess your thoughts to him, but there was so much holding you back that you had no choice but to chicken out.

“You can still hear the music, and, it’s prettier out here.” You explained, letting out a nervous chuckle as he just smiled at you. His sweet gaze told you he knew what was whirring in your head, but his smile told you nothing.

You took it without another word, and couldn’t help a smile when you began to step to the rhythm of the music behind the windows. Unsaid words hung in the air, begging to come into the light, but you couldn’t help but rest your chin on his shoulder as you moved, not trusting yourself to look at him and let your eyes say what you couldn’t.

So you just stood there, letting your breathing steady as you adjusted your grip around his back and in his hand. Maybe it was better if you just pretended.

“___,” He called your name softly, his breath humming right by your ear as a shiver ran down your back. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?”

Your breathing steeled as you gripped onto the fabric of his jacket.

“You don’t mean that.”

“You make my heart race with just a touch, ___. You’re kind and will do anything for the people you care about and the things that matter to you. You’re hard-working and sweet, and you make me crazy with longing-”

Your brows furrowed as doubt and happiness whirred through you simultaneously. “Gavin, stop.”

“I won’t. Not until you see-”

You let out a quick breath as you reached up to his collar and pulled him into a rushed kiss. He grunted in surprise, his arms moving slightly before settling back down as he moved his lips languidly against yours.

You kissed him until your lungs couldn’t bear it anymore, your breaths equally laboured as you pulled back and looked at the other.

“Don’t you get it, ___?” He took an uncharacteristically unsteady breath. “I love you, and I have since before I can remember.”

“This isn’t my fake boyfriend saying this, is it?” You pushed out a small laugh as your cheeks flushed. He did nothing but smile at you, swiping a thumb over your cheek.

“How would you feel about your real boyfriend saying that?” He said, his hand going down to rest around your waist again comfortably. You felt completely natural with him by your side, and finally, the screaming in your head ceased.

“I’d feel great about him saying that,” You whispered, unable to keep a smile off your lips as he lifted you off the ground into a tight hug.

“Gavin!’ You laughed as he lifted you into the air, but settled into a happy smile again once he brought you down near his face.

Your nose brushed lightly against his cheek, and at that moment, the weight on your chest lifted as you whispered shyly, “I love you too,”

#mlqc #Gavin mlqc #mr love queen's choice #mlqc gavin #otome #asks

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