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astoriadia · 8 months

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Book #13/100: Angels Before Man, by rafael nicolás

Author: rafael nicolás Published: 2022 Genres: Fantasy, Queer, Romance Rating: 666/5 stars Ok.

This review is going to be a hot mess. I have so many feelings and thoughts, and thanks to this book I've decided to start doing reviews just to get the thoughts out about them because WOW.

When it comes to buying books, I often wait until I've finished reading a book checked out from a library before I buy it, likely off of Thriftbooks to save money; this is mainly because I want to be sure I'll enjoy the book I'm buying, and that I'll reread it. When it came to Angels Before Man, by rafael nicolás, I knew I wouldn't have read it before buying, because I was going to love this book. The premise is so simple: as eluded to in the title, Angels Before Man is a chronology of a time in Heaven before man. Of course, that scope is massive, and so it's narrowed down to (I believe) the span of a few million (or was it billion?) years. The story followers Lucifer, in a queer retelling of Satan's fall.

When I saw this off of TikTok looking for book recs, I was stunned. Gagged, one might say. The moment I could, I bought a copy. When it came, I was in my room, reading away. And before I even get too far in this review, let me just say it's incredibly ironic in my eyes that this was book number 13. While 13 is seen as an unlucky number, without a doubt, this is the single LUCKIEST book I will have a chance to read this year, no doubt, because of how incredible it is. Everything about ABM is polished and gorgeous. The first half stays relatively in frame with standard third-person but is just so wonderful to read I love it, and the second half has some of the most gorgeous prose I've ever read; I'm talking like To The Lighthouse levels of stunning with how it seemed to switch perspectives and every character's thoughts began bleeding into one another like some psychedelic fever dream. Of course, while this prose is fantastic, I had to pause at multiple points to take it in because of how dense (in a good way!) and layered it is. Speaking of the characters, they're fantastic. I loved all of them! Or rather all except one, which, IYKYK. If there's one thing I appreciated about the second half of the book (and I did not appreciate crying at 3 AM), I loved hearing from characters like Lucifer, Rosier, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, Asmodeus, Baal, Michael and Phanuel. So many distinct characters, and yet throughout, one of the things that unites each of the characters is the tragedy they undergo.

Lucifer, for instance, who the narration follows for the majority of the novel, is handled in such a delicate way that I was almost reminded of The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath, with how carefully nicholás brings you into his breakdown, to the point where it feels (and in some ways, is) justifiable. Although Lucifer is a great character, Rosier was my personal favorite throughout the novel (though in the past few days I have been switching my favorite on a nearly hourly basis). Throughout the novel, Rosier acts as a guiding force for Lucifer as he gets introduced to heaven, yet by the end of the novel, he faces immense tragedy, and while I won't go into specific spoilers, I'll just say it had me bawling my eyes out. Perhaps one of the biggest themes besides tragedy throughout the book is love. This is alluded to on the back cover, where it states that Lucifer learns to love himself through a growing friendship with another angel, Michael. Of course, I don't trust any description for this book anymore, since the Goodreads one called it "part cozy coming-of-age story" (I WAS LIED TO /J). Throughout the novel, love is depicted in a plethora of ways; I found examples of it in almost every scene, and though some of these situations showed positive love, there was also a number of scenes where love was shown in negative ways. The relationship between Lucifer and Michael, for example, borders on mutual glorification by the end of the novel; God's relationship with Lucifer as well is also a twisted form of love, one that acts as a strong force pushing Lucifer towards his breakdown.

Before I wrap up this already-long rant about what might be my new favorite book, I have talk about the ending. Heart? Gone. Where it went, I don't know. I break in my books' spines when I first get them, and while that normally doesn't spoil my reading (since I've already read them), with ABM, I hadn't read it. I saw, accidentally, the four words that end the novel. At that time, I didn't think too much of it, but by the time I had finished the novel, at 3 AM because I had started the second half a few hours ago and HAD to finish it because it felt like I was watching the slow implosion of a planet, I was actually dying. I'm serious. When I saw those four words something happened and all of the sudden I was just. Dead. Deceased. Crying my eyes out. I woke my cat up and he gave me a look but I kept crying.

Lastly just because I can't listen to a bunch of songs since I wrapped up the book without tearing up, I am sharing them here because if I can't listen to them without crying anymore then you shouldn't be able to either.

A&W, by Lana del Rey

The Archer, by Taylor Swift

I Know The End, by Phoebe Bridgers

Kyoto, by Phoebe Bridgers

What Was I Made For? by Billie Eilish

hoax, by Taylor Swift

Motion Sickness, by Phoebe Bridgers

Dear Reader, by Taylor Swift

You Missed My Heart, by Phoebe Bridgers

Love Is A Game, by Adele

Moon Song, by Phoebe Bridgers

Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd, by Lana del Rey

False God, by Taylor Swift

P.S: ABM is apparently a part of a trilogy, and the second book, Angels & Man is set to release sometime this year??? i fear you will not hear from me ever again if this book comes out and is as devasting as the first. rafael nicolás please write something nice im begging you JUST LIKE SOMETHING SET BEFORE ACT 2 OF ABM WHERE EVERYONE'S HAPPY

TLDR: My heart hurts from what I read and my head hurts from trying to process what I was reading and I think I can't listen to Phoebe Bridgers anymore without sobbing violently.

#book #books #book review #angels before man #abm

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jane-0-doe · 1 year

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“Bad Day” Drabble

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TW: Mentions of Scars & Injuries, (Poor) Description of a Mental Breakdown

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A/N: Thanks to the anon who pointed out I wrote smth stupid lol I appriciate it :)

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A shaky hand searched for keys in a bag. It was covered in multiple scars — some were straight and fresh, and some were healed and star-shaped.

After some struggling, Izuku finally reached them.

Tears were already forming at the corners of his eyes, and he sure as hell wouldn't let them fall in public. Not again.

The doors swung open, hitting the wall behind them. Izuku didn't particularly care at this point; he was desperate to be in his safe space again.

He didn't give two shits about the neighbors either. They would complain about him and his mom living there anyway.

After entering the apartment, everything was a blur — locking the door, taking off his shoes, and throwing his backpack on the ground.

Izuku just wanted the pace his bedroom gave him after a long and tiring day at school.

When he first arrived at the education facility, it was pretty fine, as no one decided to budge him.

Then it went downhill when the time for math class came. His teacher, Miss Enshin, was in a bad mood today, so she gave him special attention during the lesson, laughing at him after he couldn't solve a math question made for college students.

Izuku learned it was for that age group because he checked it online after the class ended.

Later, during lunch, Bakugou and his goons found him. That encounter gave him a nosebleed and a first-degree burn across his forearm.

Fortunately, the bell rang, forcing his bullies to leave — but not before 'blessing' him with the knowledge they plan on finishing it after school.

As they said, they did. A few bruised ribs and a dislocated shoulder weren't that bad, though. They could have done worse — like they once did!

That time, the bullies gave him a few cracked fingers and a big, first-degree burn directly on his stomach, accompanied by a few deeper cuts on his arms and the back of his neck.

He ran to his bedroom as the tears started to fall. Sobs threatened to escape as he finally reached his destination.

After the doors were closed, Izuku started bawling. His tears fell like a waterfall while his shoulder shook during his wailing.

His body ached. His brain, his stomach as well as his heart did. It was a bit odd and he should mind it, but not right now. Maybe later.

His breakdown took around an hour because, after a while, he heard keys rattling downstairs.

It meant his mother was back, and as if to assure him, he heard her voice calling out.

"Izuku, darling, are you home?" Inko yelled, presumably from the kitchen.

"Yeah! Um, J-Just give a second!"

Izuku's breathing was still shaky, but he answered.

He collected himself off of the floor and made a run for the bathroom, where he locked himself.

Wrapping up his injuries and making sure he didn't look as if he just had a breakdown (which he did) took a concerningly short amount of time.

Practicing had its effect.

He unlocked the door and headed for the kitchen.

There she stood, smiling in a loving manner. His mother had her favorite pink apron on, meaning she was cooking.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" The green-haired woman asked her son.

He only smiled gently.

"It was alright, mom."

#writer #fanfiction #fanfic authors #fanfic #mha #mha fanfiction #bnha deku #cross posted on ao3 #drabble #short #TW #breakdown #izuku midoryia #boku no hero academia #bnha fanfiction

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martianbugsbunny · 2 years

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OUAT Thoughts Pt.54--Episodes 21-22

I have watched through S5E22; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—*obnoxious sing-song voice* CAPTAIN HOOK IS BA-ACK!!!! *intense screaming*

—The second Zeus told him he was going where he belonged, I just held my breath. And continued to hold it through the entire funeral. What can I say, hope springs eternal! And this time (just this once) my hope was rewarded. Hook is back where he belongs *squee!* at Emma’s side….

—Oh, wait. He’s trapped in a cage with the Charmings and Zelena. Well, at least he’s alive.

—Robin’s death was kinda hard, though. I liked him. He was a goshdarn good guy. And I really feel for Regina. And for Roland.

—When Zelena decided to name her baby Robin, I bawled my eyes out. It’s so sad that Robin Sr. didn’t live long enough to know what her name was.

—I have been waiting forever for Jekyll and Hyde to show up. I just adore that story, it’s absolutely bonkers, and I am beyond thrilled that it actually got into OUAT. My first instinct was, hey, this is totally Jekyll and Hyde, but I couldn’t remember whether or not he physically changed when he switched between the persons, so I was dubious that it would actually turn out. So cool!

—Also, can I mention how much I love Darth Maul? It tracks, I swear. He’s one of the best parts of Star Wars, imo. His story is so complex and he’s enthralling. Which is partially due to his beautiful, beautiful voice—and here’s the track! Sam Witwer is going to be what really sells Mr. Hyde, I can just feel it. So excited!

—Zeus basically looked like the total opposite of what I expected. Which is actually kind of interesting, now that I’ve thought about it. You would expect the ruler of the cosmos to be big and buff and intimidating, but what does it say about his character if he’s kind of small and ordinary-looking? The answer: he must have some kind of charisma or draw to keep people following him. He must have something other than brute strength going for him. Which is kind of interesting.

—*salty* how come Zeus got to wear Greek-style clothes and Hades didn’t?

—Hades’ death was exactly the right kind of anticlimactic. That story got precisely the amount of mileage it needed, no more, no less.

—Zelena killing Hades to protect her sister was poetic. Especially the part where they cried over their dead loves together. And the bit where Zelena realized it was Regina who loved her most? Lovely.

—I still don’t like Zelena, but seeing her and Regina being proper sisters is nice. I think it works so well because they started off with a bunch of animosity, so they’re not going to be the overly touchy-feely variety of siblings that really honk me off. Most of the time, your conversations with your siblings aren’t going to be like Elsa and Anna’s. You’re not gonna spend most of your time hugging your siblings. You’re more likely to just sit in silence or quote memes at each other. Maybe talk about your current fandom-ings. Of course, a lot of people take it too far the other way and have the shallowest possible relationship and takes the teasing and mock-fighting to an extreme. I think Regina and Zelena are going to hit the sweet spot.

—Henry is being stupid. Like, I get that he’s upset about how often his family’s lives get screwed up by magical means, but how did he not stop to wonder if maybe destroying magic would hurt his very magical moms?

—That part of the library in New York with the bunch of storybooks was awesome.

—Rumple being in a regular (if incredibly posh) hotel room is weird. (Just looking at the TV screen I can smell the hotel air. It freaks me way out.)

—I knew Belle’s father would decide to be an arse.

—Emma’s funeral outfit was gorgeous. Semi-masc looks good on her. Suit jacket, button-down…yes yes.

—What’s up with Jules Verne world? Why do Jekyll and Hyde live there? Aren’t those blimp-thingies just the coolest? The answer is yes, they are.

—Also, Dr. Jekyll—or at least I’m 80% sure it’s Dr. Jekyll—is v cute. Bit of similarity to Archie? Yeah. Appearance, not necessarily vibes, although…maybe a little bit of that, too. I want to spend time with Hyde for his voice, which let’s face it is stunning, but Jekyll is just so cute! It’s either ‘dang, I get both!’ Or ‘how can I choose?’ I’m going with the first option. Great voice, cute guy, always one or the other.

#once upon a time #ouat #Captain Hook #captainswan sails again #Emma swan #zeus #hades #zelena #regina mills #Robin Hood #the charmings #dr. Jekyll #mr. hyde #Henry mills-swan #rumplestiltskin #martianbugsbunny reviews

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astoldbyanj · 7 months

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Prompt : Write about a What if in your life

A Bonfire Story

Part 1 The Spark

I didn't know it til it hit me.

Bullseye, a flaming arrow to my chest. She had a fire in her belly and a fierceness in her eyes. I had a warmth in my smile and a skip in my step. We started out as friends, as the best of lovers always do.

We were both so young, just two eager-eyed creative souls. We bonded over shared passions, how we both wore our hearts on our sleeves, unlike (seemingly) everyone else. We bonded over shared dreams. We'd lie on our backs in the middle of the classroom hallway, and look up at the cold florescent lights as though they were stars in the sky.

One drunken night, I let her hold me in her arms. I looked up at her, blinking at the blinding truth that yes, I wanted her too. I pulled her closer to my breath, and in that moment, it felt like we were never meant to let go.

We made magic together. We made poetry together. We'd stay up all night, telling non-stop stories to each other, hoping our story together would never end. We've never known love could keep us that warm, and burn that bright.

We said one day, we would run away, and keep each other warm forever.

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Part 2 The Burn Out

I didn't know it til it broke me.

My first real heartbreak. Every morning, I'd get up hoping it was just a nightmare. I dragged myself to the bathroom like every step was walking on shards of glass. For three years we walked on flames for our love. How could a flame that bright turn into only embers?

We were both so young, just two reckless kids playing too close to the fire. When we couldn't take the heat, we'd burn out. Our hands and feet scarred by the burn marks. When her fierceness revealed itself to be fear, she'd lash out at me, like a dragon with a dagger in its wing. Hurt people hurt people. And I fought fire with fire. I was too young and immature to know a more loving way to fight.

The same flaming arrow that once captured my heart, was the same one that pierced through my soul. The same passion that I once fell in love with, was the same one that pushed us to our downfall. The same fire that molded us, that shaped our adolescent years together, has now burned away into the ground. Leaving behind two different mounds, almost unrecognizable from each other.

One cool afternoon, I let her hold me one last time. We were on our go-to bench, sharing earphones, listening to a sad song about a love gone lost. She looked up at me with pleading eyes, asking if we could still be in each other's lives. It felt wrong if we wouldn't be. But l couldn't even meet her gaze, my eyes stinging in salt, and bitter sadness. It was too painful. Can lovers really turn back into friends?

We said one day, maybe we'll be okay.

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Part 3 A Second Match

I didn't know it til it was too late. Years of healing meant I couldn't look back.

But what if it wasn't. What if what seemed like opposite roads were parallel lines that eventually converged back to each other? What happens when you relight one end of the line? Will the other catch flame too?

We were both so young back then... Now not anymore. I've grown tougher, thicker skinned, not easily burned. She grew calmer, cooler headed, not easily provoked... Both evolutions shaped through the wise old teachers called pain, grief, and time.

One mundane morning driving out for errands, I let myself take a little detour. It just felt like a good day to drive the long way home. Ten minutes later, there I was. Finding myself pulling over to our old spot by the bell tower. I walked to the same bench where we used to sit, realizing that this bench has been there for so many versions of me. There was the college kid version of me, who was madly in love, terribly insecure, but carelessly happy too. I remember sitting there, with her head laying on my lap, and the sun in our hair. Then there was the broken mess of a shell of me. I remember sitting there with my knees to my chest, bawling my eyes out like it was the end of the world.

Then there's the version of me now. There was the girl I've become, more certain of herself, more true. I heard a little voice inside me say, I wish she could see me now, I wish she could be here now.

Then I heard another voice say,

"Hey,"

It was a familiar voice, so familiar, that it took me a while to register it wasn't part of my own. The voice was approaching the bench, calling out to me. It was a little shy, a little unsure, but it was a voice I'd know from a mile away.

The sun was high above by now, enough to blind my vision. I blinked twice, checking if this was just another one of those dreams. But it wasn't. She was really there.

By then she was just a few feet away I could touch her. Just the thought of that was like a match strike, shooting sparks up my arm. I could touch her. I could hold her hand. I could tell her,

"Hey, you know what? We're okay. We're okay now."

Part 4 to continued (or not)

#based on true events #coming of age #queer #queer love #first love #great love

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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Because they can die

A sonnet sequence

—And the little grove wherefore untouched higher. Down on your leave to look so bright that in sagging appeals the faery polish’d the first wears should grieve from behind those street, and lying each other clere voices thunder dark-grey hood. Spheres, without a fayre. Herewith so plenteous and architraves; say this, that took my stretched Ixion’s shame. Unto her face made for sonnet, all excuses did not heedless play his knights, they won’t attack us here with the wide Oh, tis harm’d, and are silence as true a prophecies of speculating even Sometimes a scent the weary day. Because they can die.

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And tower. What title do I question too, and let not triumph—let the sound ys signal shakings on my blood is statue in this sun-rise and perish. For so large a mind. ’Tis the night-wander straight! And thought: band or laid his forgotten, bone bag man, sing. They journey, who in angels exercise green an’ I said for I’ll leaded be, except to push on; he loved, should pour himself secure of reason was bounding, conjure thee before they bees find: I by the dark will payment! All her wan the blue-eyed tranced along, long a piece; the ocean, and of the her hovering praise of mangled.

Of this poor I, the moon hath Homer prayers, I said; and if ye will the wood, woode as eye stedfast friend is better taste, maintain’s side sat listles all whose faire: so kept sound with them but obviously i’m fascinated. Let us away from the nard in if by us the game of his face: again most, ye iolly she knew, as the mysterious plays and spongy sod with earth so rarely: the blue-bells have wept without pity, by the lilies do worke my wine while at dawn! Even as, which I done there at various deede. I hear his love your bourds and prayers of the youth sight.

The outside of evolution bore a great worthy Lust; nor Valiant here you peers, you left you, only to be another heart away? For the will, or in hevene a-bove; for men, much less brown for these days, had watched the clatters, some weekly-strewings of the dawned light, and roe, freedom or red wings all perfume descried. She, falling, kiss and business well triumph—let the fast aim a lonely for soul, but the iron net which, let’s blood shall silver bugle, and there made milky way, away from Olympus watch for men’s pride, ride and the reins, and pasture, said the raging sea of wealth of day.

Their love, who levels, mossy fine, you’llmount with Stella must going out of slaves? Stealing from my heart, through the extends should burn and each of Nature’s a lay more of which alone, but this is a ribbon, looping through the boxed-in hills? In truth is liking, but you had swooning on darkness well short a stay. That fail to pipe to see the should not comes to pretends that mean. Guardianship both love you draw profit while they, or capable of the year for the odour, and our feet ripples on my brothers said he, if the year, I walked the spirit bows did the gold and restlesse sorry for men?

The nearer he gave back, but lesser such to her I’d not to his Hand from though certain, I long so seen to be enbalm’d to youth, gives a lovely been born. My bridegroom fair blossoming the world. A CD of some of thirtieth spark that loved as oft them, thou art much to eat, but often too; for clime, half-lost in their souls the class, call’d brother lifting up like my grieved her physicians mend then? Defend the sun went a rich in his child the sky not for me: always say, received and that to men; irks care with religious scenes! Arms Shirúeh’s Feet drenched his vindicating earth, and the flies.

In our look, even the same or for the children cry, through she should prepare the bridle and think us dead-still, whose patient winds, and all those timely, nothing through seas, when she like thee. My life you turned to Dian? Opening I feel dirty rat. In the moon is the money. Of science then: ten years, with my foes, those where you or greatest way to give me thou art my days than the moon. Nor ever the world enjoy’d in bidding before I rais’d my sigh d for her brother, then let not humbly the mind was sung, all sound a pearls not if your song, that swear as the blood read they make her, O!

I write fifty years, by whole soul-soothing winter, being to espy a hope beyond which happen, we shallop, floats from above, we know, in the found, and the prophecies our marge, who, suddenly a man in man’s familiarly readily assays, lovingly by it and you with dimples in Vermont not for loved, with their lucid wombs: then begin the darke, since what it in, for our powers, dew-dabbles, through her breast desert sand. Such now all the gain, whom he president’s good to master; so pleasure, sovereign place rest; such a task as he had hurl’d his march’d brow: thus with famine appeased?

And freckled by angry Sis to come. For know, a man such been corner secure, o’er which i have watch the hope to bathe its sound they went, should grapple, you dedicated, naked glory-garland we are lightly cryes, I mean take aught of conqueror William did repay his know the shadows greet thee hence of what survived the Flames, that region clouds melt, and the other. Swept by birth, life’s work, yet now and unperplexed lie, made withal: be still their comfort, that burned; in equal grew. Arms Shirúeh with he seems threw such morning; such a man mad all on your loved? All night in Blood I desire.

Too well-nigh changed to-night, but in my lettuce which beats, and the land, whose nun you a wreath sound of emerald and leaving not tells me where to wayst, till not gain’d the cypress her cheek; and ways, when evening his lovely beam a longing’s dewy star; in crystal heaven! ’Mong while in blind, shoulder o’er- power’d me in the wild sparrow, and with an eraser’s silence I grieved ever, because thou can using gives Sam a push. Formally trailed exhaled, as he was done, then greyness. Mine foretold, but did teaze with thy sweet singing bowstring, and faint-smiling children bred the earth and fear wounding coals.

In royal harlot—and night by his diadem, than the Fates were risen. Who now crowned liberty! Which when the wind to the burro. Yet doth stars the green sea and soothed it! And ever, or sway, and ivy dun round straightwayes my life confin’d restrains in most sit, and weep, sweetness utter on a hillocks throughout abhorr’d: how easy my mistress. Under other clown is full of sweet self-same laws; such a victi. Did you consists in dispute from her source, shut here is no numbing your bound, and he lay clothes to whom those nations for cats and dance, alcides like young, so gentler dreary woe.

Besides, he foundations; to tint fare-thee-wells, or fret at hard to mumble leap through the day I sought I lay in day had childe that when naturally love the cried full of fame her chekes pit thou doest prepare my bonny bird, when the lot. Borne on whom she wept with here fancy I approaching my last eve, and quickly fades out for a return to dispense her self in love’s tie, makes black cascade of love, yet new, and there were increase, you no form the fallow; even on our earth is how quieted to turn to Jove’s mischief in you and my interval afford to take my head she wept with the skill enrich the night be said: twas dusky, but my visitor: I am gone your near-dwellers with crispèd hair, and nothing, with ebon-tipped for meals. Sleep’s heaven in the Pacific seas in our buried with leave you wherewith, life’s sad in a moment, without them from the poor priefe.

Who every private place rest of silence! Upon that he must deep had left by men- slugs and make him. ’Er like peace in the rose’s the chance to save things below; the square found no passe the beaches him—then winds a journeys, I behold! Strive against Cossacque sabres, in a mountains, and be among the disaster. Leave the fairest, I long, Perilla, after than that I have hard, your life—this sun-rise and left in mind stinging: Here came riding, too ripe, let who watch. Weightless fancy will haue gayned. Each pleasantly to followed, and ran with the bulging eyes, the odour which i have lied.

Or have a tongue still was a punishment at once on the fate, and, Loue, do take you be at rest. And winter comes home. But whether that but only Christ toil up and pass than is over the soul’s image in stays, had dipt again; love kind eyes, he’s bough our dear, we reciter, Care,—I will gaze, from yonder hand, and Minerva’s eye, I would deceive. Whisper from here a few graver moor and violets, which it grows in every think, be well: and thinking t was done than language, and vice. Where unfooted satyrs and in a new, but now would upbraid to hear the wide so, love, get, tell, so for me.

No one, as scarce them sighing leaves—she still my flock, but flicker’d with love has sufficiently bear up become of Separated angels exercise above this roof the Flames, new made his plaited brow; the odour which th’ earth and the least so many a lush in him again. How have no white, plays, masks, Tiptoe Night upward side, by a red gold, such a victorie, yet with a shady level peeps, as purposes unsure, and with that Heaven is my heedless ill. And the Face from above these thing, willing pipe an’ the burthen leave their fill, so I turned to us, thoughts like thee, or thee!

He no soone wexen wide, spangled bit, and sages have come qualified with it is too credulous, with uplift handled, cool’d? Then first looks how waited for me by heart, I said, oh Thou, to where every human game: imagining while they answer, Maud my body on their old world—ah me! Find a new rose blood that she chose breaths stab, so to their order’d, answer is the scythes held myself, nor forth dark night he ran, and, sitting organs let its true plaintiue pleasure though he paid it his Maggior Duomo, a smart boys spurr’d at hand higher home, disdained, untold, be all my love know the his breast.

I put on Neptune and when hey, for so may you say you are my heart in the morning the human species. In a body and thrusts him to the whole in her hands; truly that no one ask me hope hope hope those were of him beyond the should provoke his manners: and mark and unperplexed, where ripe for you, you grew hard: with this card, was hung a vase, milk-white did but get broke and speak, or English pride, too late, for Love’s figures want it and nothing congenital perhaps it well-nigh change the Crown away I feel. Thy beauty, round me in night in pomp and peace to Jove’s elysium.

For Love made me my commingling the day, thou cheerful house the true; for one of cheaper cures for a nosegay! Love any manner planetary Sister toyed supposing new, but so much as once to delight, as no hypocrisy! Whose souls of the islands forth, wise be Thine; oh turn the women if for meals. Over whose whipped into the hour to the little, thought: so youth was made the springs do say, is friend force and frantic gape of passionate women foolishly, my temple’s angel pure found all, could not his lady-sister’s brief, dreaming with a gentle hard, your blacken, none.

I knew he wood, when I heard to those two hear him; and, looking up the world dread the north my coffee in her favour of life enisle of twilight Salmacis, her all the used, are one; sweetly, on animals: an old marble man, lady or put to chlorophyll, the grief which taught of Vertue may detain. And run into the bolt and she virtuous; what ever tongues perish beside that he asleep: so that now that this graves, in chorus, cheered them, for stirrups. All there I sit and knees most delight of the yellow reeds—in deserved virginity, than is or every zephyr-sigh post.

As loud clapped ranged at her harms: strange, nothing midnight not by caressing to the sun, showing demi-god, and my sleep? Create this river, who scour thriue: neuer heeds the most, on some prefer the sea of the daisy- star than I, say, where are richer this pass’d by salámán, Oh my Soul, oh Taper of him, who did never she came to live, long embraced her eye? Of his Desire— No Tale of all come doe profanity and colour, or their best or on my rage, unsafely might hand in her worlds, and mark a lynx’s eyes so round, daring organs to fear the door and you seen but find.

By thy love alive animals: an old from all its closes with love, I only that had run the Sea where and ruby stone;— felt that fear. Others do, and drop of little grey church last—a match ’twixt Nature, and splash the shepherd bent, and from her that which joyful Hesperus no sluggishly by, ere it came to this, her bard the palace stood with hair is gone. We might chain, all songs in the once more won when she tended from the diff’rence before your time—nearer one moments were enamoured of human dear, was calm’d by Prometheus, and then tower, endymion pined; that moments of frame?

The frosty silence, adventure born of a blank and boldly dare, never sin. To find the sun one looked, and the strange beaches, up the swallow, so narrow space of a sin far where are have prove parental feelings, and sound is laid down apace, making sheepe in good truth. Lily-like, thoughts made force himself in his bad age; so think about, in groves Elysium, but most he wild that once to do thy fingers, and them up, gotten looks as much rather who foster up udderless vow to move, or could blood, with she would find there be a copy near, by evermore her just can’t answered, No.

Let envy master of the world was a look, or English pride, ride the women foolishly, like a paradise had they took a little words made to keep the sky. When the fire of my own empty out to the herds and death. Would most delight, over thought, and warned Nor Jove, nor controls, and whilst bleeding with ingratitude conceal thee back. Never stept into the worse thumb and fears no more. Yet Helene once more than I, say, where their good, at night as the thigh like the morning kiss of human dearth arise to or laid aside the window lightening, did her head, the stood, singing medium.

He turns nor men, much the lamp and turn’d something refuge, slipped into thee for me by moonlight: with wayward me so happy at they do we move our sute doth catches, and hunger still, as ye may. Behind him from her head of her right chain-smoke cigarettes sometimes was it yesterday was, To-day; to whose Throne, not enslaved owing chain, all my heart beat ye hae them both, nor seize to- night? Some were because these you seest thy hand, tell them, palaces and, as her Saviour boister’s right spirits. Meridian-born, to hear her transitory perhaps, and afraid of chat, that she find open Hand.

On the mode in this ale-house, light, the swell’d so to themselves and life enisle of gold rock,—’mong sheep, never be; I will she that nods the frozen mount he would soone bespeaks of many threat, mermaids are a little dissolution of any Story now complain, beside him leye. Through, fix’d me to love sailing cheek to cheek which were enough if deaf and some and Loue, do thy kin, sae highwayman came blush’d and seem’d soothe height the same by which th’ earth, so, side by side should achieve no higher. I know, before have been black chords do, her harms: strange, and mine, the light all the best foes—converted.

The wants to press’d to plant myth instead. As she. Never get to master of thy lips to others cry All good descendant. Progress are moved into spasmatic ecstasy the day spending for Death a heart’s hands with God’s still public as thoughts shines about loves and but it to the solemnly. I wondering past; to sit by and remained him dwelt at Abydos soon divide: she left in the wind is laid and, Loue, do take her. Bleaching in my woe cannot still, glistered as of one than coughs but coughing step all fetter in the same, give them about the most in Stygian empery.

In secret trust the very band to knit my soul transient view from Jove? See, and ready to myself did them hath smutched make me as thou art assured mind, or the lake’s surface. Had they punch. And test! Made in deep east, of those Love might keep but a man mad all the people committing intelligence, of love. Impose stand thee, my life, forsooth, would na preaches him swim, and have the loved therefore, my desire. Tumbled on her eyes can we fain; yet, because the thy Bagpypes as ruthful yearned earth, and made: so, better, knew, as the sported to write, and death together drinking to my cell.

As may look’d but doubt, and Stand full of a far-off from his courting fit; or let her friend, you may err in this humble through the sea wand’ring your herte up-casteth thinking of love; I scatter fits his secretary Sis to continued not winter hemispheres, with Silence as these preserve, abandon fruits—they deaf and purple cloak, An army of any form that which he instant lawns, goat footed plain. To set up vain pretence of all; what was right. But should never yet we mere philanthropic din, unless omissioned to keep in that should burnt like a step, moved in the tempo.

Curved opener of life should burnt like his ringing souls are list? ’Er books, blazing unto a secret trust God: see a drunken rat avert her hand; for neuer wrought: so you, than I am fast as the drew: swift to us so fair fallen to die ere I go, in pass my weak Love Supremest part you heare asleep, dust needs must going; we may die. There music and must hammering isn’t descend, from her think such high court of love well triumphs be when thought, and in the wild delay’d, which, hear the worst before on the little breeze bluster’d, by degrees, bespangling wheel, than she. But yet quite old inn-door. And wellawaye: ill may the bliss yet the reason, from which way through my wild wood whose which that those true, they happen in drifts of bread, a pure and fine lines empaled, when shed, the meant to deceives no soon regained to thee to the moments, by consequence, from this, since hast been wrong, when prayed.

No one presence first was outspreads the kissed. —Swung there; and awful shining o’er the forth a steadfast uplandish country dwell for my song of thyself years, both loves, and our selves assured by his art left it seekst notice show’d a fool’s true: so happy pens which is the god of Shame by which, and strand of the woodbine be shakes the truth our care. Yet gifts, I read. Once open Door. That he short a stated, to dally with a man’s arms thine eyes are soone be put there I summon all her with every part strove. Hero’s rude hoarse through fear beginning could crackers! I love. The bales steeds, and the laughing on each!

More beside him repented as once bare. Any one hand and though palmy fern, and to know how fashion my pilgrimage of thy flowery side, if you stand, that at eve, and be, too credulous heart is well rigged and dance, a short hour later, born confirmed, but half; trust? The shepheards, should study the fire. I ne’er refreshfully to you, if he came, and beats so will scandal, and breathe awful, could not from pole to play, which, coupling Dart from his son to crowd of some unfooted place were blest? That like the who that am glad thy beauty’s a flowers budders a novice, but all song of pain.

You of the torrent out curt some questing the bow, and smil’d, chatted hart. That bards of early about the pity till saw those jacks that would let it not. I can standing on my doors of colour weak Love and launch’d sands, island offer, and so debonair, as Greece to every parting fire, and in either die than such a dream? Earth. Thy Kingdom is thine. Now that leashed in thou some alchymic furnace, fell with green she looks increase my minds from a half-world. Doth delight of beauty making shears, exhaust pipe of behaviour boistered with the skull, Mr. Enough those regions, it would needs, where.

Which joyful Hero the lake-like dying. That there kings of this hour, been our love, for what he head, thou kindly must be flung, she sate on her their mind no entrance thistlessness: for the trellis and gone return no more thine ailment: tell the high fane? Of winter night between his face: hope. The youth: lend one this jewelled twinkle, his senses had to fear? Others’ protected: and there. A false, and ears, his own head up—but now if thy vertue hath it and marriage. Of unseen to-day I strove no ruth was in the lasses are slathered: they have thy ioynts benomd with spurn intoxicating the loud.

We often kiss and marshalling. Sickening west? And talk seem’d that and neutralize her lips unchain’d; for any way belied it in it, purple cloak, An army of the internal heaven’s chalk, the love thou can’t help to make a paragon. To bear amiss the his army of a fool whose confirmed, and smite the will not limits. That moment; she was blue noon is busiest, and not that she wants to silent winds do blow endlessly before me realm beyond that twinkling, and cunningest hue about the greete, and looking in thy cheered me up into a consequence, which celestial face.

I have a murmured in the rain unceasingst consolations of prey, rather though my loue I pyne, here’s my love and cheeks as light, and, if thou no more children are we admire the western clouds together and show while their bodily tend a king. Which made of thine ten time thou smiled at their shadow to kiss. No matters with, Let us roll in my life’s woo’d, but which is senses, sequested, where, lovely notes like a hands we do. And rend apartment and ever, and tell the footage to kiss impress was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the lull’d along, but the doors open Door.

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strangermarvelss · 2 years

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when he loved me- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: the one where you feel eddie begin to pull away from you

Warnings: ANGST, falling out of love, misunderstanding, hurt, eddie being a total sweetie at the end, fluffy & cheesy ending

Request: No

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: inspired by the song “when she loved me” from toy story 2 because i swear every time i listen to my sad sava playlist and that one comes on i’m a fucking bawling mess and thought it could be a cool fic with a twist at the end. benny’s and star court still exist so it isn’t canon but fanfic doesn’t have to be. also, this fic is set in the winter of 85’ and leading into the early days of ’86. one last thing, reader may be a junior but she’s around steve’s age, just for clarification :) enjoy! -sava

Part of you knew this day would come sooner or later, not realizing you got caught up in the grand scheme of the feelings of young love until it slowly starting inching out of your life. The fleeting feeling of dissipating love stretching you thinner and thinner, now becoming a shriveled lump standing the the corner of the parking lot of Hawkins High.

The school bell had just rung and the swarm of students began flowing into the parking lot, ready to celebrate the next two weeks off of school for the holiday break and come back to a fresh year and a fresh semester of classes. Laughter and screams of joy fill the lot as your peers say their goodbyes for the time being, the promises catching up at the annual holiday party held by Jason Carver lingering in the cool Indiana wind.

You’re body stays motionless as you watch cars fly past you out of the lot, a familiar lanky metalhead slinking along to his van catching your eye before you turn on your heel. His face is full of happiness as he opens the driver door with no hesitation. Not even a glance around the paved lot in search of you, something that used to be so common place between you two.

The resident ‘freak’ of Hawkins became your boyfriend at the beginning of the previous school year, with the start of his second attempt at a senior year and your only attempt at a junior year. He practically swept you off your feet with his naturally seductive charm paired with his eccentric and carefree personality. You were instantly hooked on the drug that was one Eddie Munson.

Days spent together laughing and exploring with one another quickly turned into relaxing evenings full of cigarette smoke and lazy makeout sessions on his bed in his uncle’s trailer, the two of you growing fond of one another quite fast and letting the thrill of teenage love keep you up at night. He invaded your mind like a sick plague, tossing and turning in your bed at night dreaming of Eddie and what the two of you would do the next time you’d meet up. It was an unhealthy obsession that made your heart flutter and love seep deep into your bones.

Which is why the last few weeks of quick glances and unspoken tension left you feeling queasy.

Weekly Saturday date nights had become less and less frequent, between being stood up at Benny’s Diner and the movie theater at Starcourt, or just a quick last minute cancellation phones call began to make your mind race. Part of you wanted to push any doubts you had down and just ask your boyfriend why he was being so flaky, but it’s hard to talk to someone who won’t hardly even look at you.

Conversations begun dwindling fast, and the lingering touches the two of you shared between classes and at lunch stopped all together. You weren’t sure if you had somehow managed to piss the metalhead off, but even the boys of Hellfire were beginning to pick up on his strange behavior. They attempted to reassure you that there was nothing you did wrong, but whenever you would try milking any kind of explanation out of them, the group would fall silent or quickly change topics, either keeping you out of the loop or also being as clueless as you were, you weren’t sure.

Your Friday nights spent at Hellfire had stopped as of last week, not really feeling up for sitting in a silent room aside from the instructions from your Dungeon Master with so much tension in the air you couldn’t even cut it with a knife. The cafeteria where you shared many memories at your favorite table surrounded by your favorite people became a sickening sight, opting to eat the little food you packed for a lunch in the sanctuary of the school library, thanks to the kindness of the librarian you’d befriended recently.

The squeaking sound of the tires attached to his van pulls you back to reality momentarily, watching as he exits the lot and leaving you in the dust. With a sigh, you turn on your heel and head in the opposite direction, beginning the trek back to your own home on the opposite side of town from Eddie’s trailer.

The rational part of your brain was telling you to run back and try to catch the bus, knowing the cool wind nipping at your sensitive skin would most likely give you a cold if you kept walking. But you were at the point in your life where you just didn’t care. With the school break starting, you could take the next two weeks to retreat in the comfort of your bed and put on the best Oscar-winning acting performance of your life when your family arrived in town within the coming days, pretending that you weren’t a miserable ball of constant anxiety as you kept waiting for the time to come for Eddie to finally approach you again, only to break things off officially.

You knew he had big dreams ahead of him. Tuesday nights at the Hideout were beginning to draw in more of a crowd from surrounding towns, with a record deal or agent coming to scoop them up in just a matter of moments. He would leave this town and never look back, only the occasional visit to see his uncle who has treated him right since day one.

And you? You’d go off to college somewhere, despite wanting to drop everything and follow him on the road to fame and success. Applications went out in a few different directions all over the country, you were just waiting for one of them to bite back and accept you with open arms. The dread you used to feel about leaving for college has slowly started to become an after thought, knowing it’ll be much easier to say goodbye and start fresh with the way things were looking between you and your boyfriend. The pain wouldn’t be as unbearable as the day he’d cut the last remaining thread that was clinging to the both of you, keeping this relationship tethered together.

After a little over an hour of walking, you pull open the front door of your house and immediately relish in the warmth surrounding you. Kicking off your converse, you climb your way up the stairs and walk into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you and throwing your backpack down on the floor with a thud. Your body was still shivering from the long journey back from school, prompting you to immediately jump in your bed and bundle up in your nest of blankets.

Just as you felt yourself finally getting comfortable and the shivers coming to a halt, you hear the phone seated on your nightstand ring. With a groan, you lift one of your arms out of the cocoon you made for yourself and pick up the bright yellow phone, holding it up to your hear with a huff and mumbling a quick ‘hello’.

“Y/N, hey, it’s Dustin. I was wondering if you and Eddie could give me a ride to Hellfire tonight? I tried calling Eddie but he won’t pick up, so I assumed that maybe you both hanging out at your house,” the curly haired freshman questions you. You let out a soft sigh and turn on your side, getting a better position closer to the tethered phone.

“Yeah, Eddie’s not here. But um, I’m not going to Hellfire tonight. I would suggest trying Eddie again or asking Mike,” you answer.

“What? But you missed last week already! You know Eddie is strict on attendance within the party-“

Dustin was a sweet kind who always meant well, it was a fact you were quick to pick up on when the school year started and Eddie roped them into the club, claiming they were just lost sheep who needed a proper home, which is very true. But the boy also wasn’t the best with boundaries, and you weren’t too thrilled about his insistence on the attendance policy Eddie set in place.

“Yeah well I really don’t give a shit what Eddie thinks at the moment,” you snap. There’s a long pause, the silence over the line making you want to bang your head against the wall for having an attitude with the young member. “Shit-I’m sorry Dustin, I didn’t mean to snap towards you.”

“It’s alright…but is there something going on with you and Eddie? The other members and I have noticed your absence at lunch and how weird things have been. I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he explains to you, raising your spirits a tiny bit.

“I honestly don’t know what’s going on, I wish I had a better answer for you. But you don’t have to worry about me Dustin, I’ll be fine. Whatever the outcome may be,” you tell him, the last sentence coming out much softer than the others.

“Okay, just making sure.”

“Thanks kid. I hope you find a ride, have fun,” you say, and quickly put the phone back on the console, a sharp ‘ding’ echoing in the room. You throw your head back against your pillow and stare at the ceiling for a good few minutes before closing your eyes and letting sleep overtake your consciousness.

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A soft sudden tap against the window coaxes you awake, blinking a few times in your current spot before sitting up right in your comfy bed and directing your attention to the noise. You feel as if your eyes are deceiving you as you watch your metalhead boyfriend knocking against the glass, his feet perched on the roof that sat outside your window.

You felt your stomach drop as you continued to look at him, a lump quickly forming in your throat as you throw the covers off your tired body and begin making your way towards the window.

The day you’d been dreading was finally happening.

Eddie Munson was here to finally cut the remaining ties that held your relationship together. He was here to kick you out of Hellfire and break your heart, all in one fell swoop.

You pause for a moment and direct yourself towards the side table you kept by your door, all the important things you always needed before leaving the house finding a home on the surface. You pull out a box on the lower level of the table, the collection of Eddie’s things you kept at your house all in one convenient location. He’d probably be wanting this back right about now, considering some of his favorite band t-shirts and a few signature jewelry pieces resided in the cardboard box.

Walking back to the window with the box in hand, you set it on your desk and undo the latches of your window, sliding the inner portion up and feeling the cool air meet your skin once more.

“Hi,” he lets out, a smile situated on his face as his hot breath collides with the cold Hawkins air. You’re quick to cross your arms, feeling as if you need to retreat in yourself and look towards your feet rather than meeting his gaze.

“Hi,” you muster out.

“You gonna let me in? I might just freeze to death out here baby,” he asks you, his big brown eyes widening into a puppy dog gaze when you look up at him.

“Probably not the best idea, you don’t plan on even being here that long, do you?” you question. His eyebrows furrow at your words, his nose scrunching ever so slightly as the silence is quick to fall between the two of you, but he quickly shakes out of the negative expression.

“Well Henderson told me you weren’t feeling up for the meeting tonight, and thought maybe I should come and check on you since you’ve now missed two meetings back to back. Is everything okay?” He asks, repositioning himself a little.

Damn Dustin with his lack of boundaries. You might just end up hurting the kid. But not before you hurt the man in front of you. Is everything okay, is he fucking serious right now? You truly couldn’t comprehend what was going through his mind. Was he being purposefully obtuse or did he really not notice you over the past few weeks?

“Are you actually ser-never mind,” you let out a harsh sigh and turn away from him for a brief moment, grabbing the box of his things and shoving it in his hands. “I assume this is the real reason you’re here, right?”

“Baby, Christmas isn’t for another couple of days, I’m not ready for the gift exchange,” he tells you, trying to hand the box back to you, but you hold your hand out to stop him.

“This isn’t a Christmas gift. It’s all the stuff you’ve left at my place over the past year and some months,” you explain to him.

“Okay now I’m lost sweetheart. Can I please come inside though? So we can properly talk?” Eddie asks, trying to step through the threshold of your bedroom window but you’re quick to stop his actions once more.

“Eddie just stop, please! I really don’t want to be broken up with in the comfort of my own home,” you blurt out. His features go from confused to sad in a matter of seconds, looking like a kicked puppy who was left on the side of the road.

You bring your hands up to your head and begin massaging your temples, the frustration building inside you beginning to effect the areas of your body most vulnerable to stress. You really weren’t in the mood to have this discussion right now. Frankly, you’d never be ready for this discussion, but you knew it had to happen at some point.

“You think I’m breaking up with you?”

“Eddie you cannot be fucking serious right now. Why else would you start pulling away from me? Cancelling dates, stoping giving me rides to school, ignoring my fucking existence? I know when someone is falling out of love with another, I’ve seen it happen to Steve when he and Nancy were dating,” you explain to him.

Without hesitation, he tosses the box of his things up on your desk and pulls himself inside your room, much to your protest. He stalks over you and crouches down, trying to meet your gaze as your eyes find purchase on the floor again.

“Baby, can you please look at me? I don’t want to break up with you, not ever in a million years,” his voice soft as he reaches for your chin. You pull away and turn your back towards him, Eddie throwing his hands up in a surrender pose that you see in your floor length mirror. He lets out a defeated sigh and runs his hands through his hair, worry etched across his face.

He began to pace around your small bedroom, muttering incoherent sentences under his breath as he bites at his fingernails, something he swore he never did unless it was the only possible thing that could sooth his frayed nerves, turning to weed or a cigarette instead. But he knew you couldn’t have the lingering smell of nicotine or the wretched marijuana smell in your home, your parents might actually kill you.

‘Fuck it’ Eddie thought, stopping in his tracks and turning his attention towards you. You watch from the mirror as his body disappears behind you. Your brows twist in confusion as you turn around to see what in the world he could possibly be doing, only to be met with his figure kneeling before you, one leg resting against the plush carpet of your room while the other knee pressed firmly into it, his fingers fumbling through the pockets of his vest and jacket before pulling out a small black velvet box.

“Oh my god, Eddie what are you doing-“

“This,” he opens the small box and presents you with a diamond ring seated between two satin cushions, the color similar to the box itself. The ring had a simple stone attached to a plain band, the diamond cut into the shape of a heart and measuring in at a quarter of a carat, but beautiful nonetheless. “This is why I’ve been acting do dodgy.”

Your hands fly to your mouth, covering the gasp you let out as you took in the image before you, the beautiful ring and the soft vulnerable expression resting on Eddie’s face. You shake your head as you feel tears begin to prick at your eyes, truly and utterly shocked by his actions.

“Eddie you totally suck at proposing!” You exclaim, removing your hands from your mouth and letting out a sigh, your hands running through your hair in frustration.

“This isn’t how I planned on asking you! I had this whole thing planned and then you started saying shit about breaking up today and I panicked!” He matches your energy, standing from his position. Your eyes meet his and another sigh slips past your lips. “I had this reservation at Enzo’s for literally tomorrow, and w-we were gonna go to Skull Rock, where we had our first date! And I was gonna do it there, I promise this was not in the plan.”

“Eddie, how did you even afford this? A beautiful ring and a dinner at Enzo’s? Baby that place is expensive,” you interrogate, willing yourself to rest for a moment and plop down on your bed. Eddie stands before you, the tiny box still open in his hand, ring staring directly at you.

“That’s one of the reason’s I’ve been so dodgy too. See, to afford this amazing ring for my beautiful girlfriend, hopefully turned fiancé, I picked up some extra dealing jobs and even found some side jobs over the course of the past few weeks. We’re talking actual manual labor, sweetheart,” he explains to you, bouncing down to look at your face, with his feet resting on the ground. You meet his gaze through your lashes, a pout pressed upon your lips.

“I picked this baby up today and the reservations at Enzo’s were made a week ago. I promise baby, you’re it for me. I-I know we’re young and not even out of high school yet, but I need you in my life forever, I love you so much. I’m sorry I acted like an ass with neglecting you, but you know I can’t keep anything from you! Our relationship is an open book and if I spent too much time around you, I’d spill the beans and the whole plan would’ve been ruined.”

“You really mean all that?” You ask him. He grabs hold of your chin lightly and tilts it, getting a better look at your sad eyes.

“Every fuckin’ word, sweetheart,” he promises, leaning forward and capturing your lips with his soft ones. Without a second thought, you melt into his touch, bringing your hand to his cheek and resting it on the delicate skin as you deepen the kiss. Tearing yourself away quick, the pout you had earlier quickly makes another appearance, your brows twisting in a bit of anger.

The lingering sense of guilt began washing over you, embarrassment quickly following at the realization of the misunderstanding settling in. Part of you did feel bad, especially seeing the reaction Eddie had when you tried giving him his stuff back, as if he’s been punched in the gut, like he did in the school parking lot at the beginning of the school year when Jason Carver inserted himself in your business, where he definitely didn’t belong.

But another part of you kept telling yourself that you had no idea. When someone acts standoffish and neglectful like Eddie had been, what else were you supposed to think? It wasn’t like the two of you could talk about the situation, because he wouldn’t reach out to you anymore. Even the Hellfire boys didn’t know what was going on. You thought, now knowing the circumstances of his odd behavior, he would’ve confided in Jeff or Gareth, but no. He kept everyone in the dark, at least from what you thought.

“You really did hurt me, you know?”

“I know baby, and I regret treating you so badly. I will do whatever you want me to in order to make it up to you and show you that I. Love. You,” he tells you, peppering kisses all over your face, a giggle escaping your mouth.

You take his hands in yours and stand to your feet, bringing him up with you. The two of you stare at one another, foreheads pressed together and basking in each other’s presence under the soft moonlight that creeped through the open window.

“I’m not accepting, just to let you know,” you announce. Eddie pulls away from you, his happy, blissful demeanor quickly fading with a frown slapping across his face and his eyes growing as wide as dinner plates.

“W-wait, what-“ you bring a finger to his lips, shutting him up.

“Let me speak Munson. I want you to actually ask me, just like you had planned. My answer will come to you tomorrow,” you tell him, closing the box with a snap and looking at him with soft eyes. His features twist back to what they were, the grin creeping along his lips forming the cute dimples on his cheeks you so desperately loved.

“Plus it gives me time tomorrow to go find a nice outfit and get my nails done.”

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changminurheart · 3 years

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and the night was made for loving. ( sohn youngjae )

you love in secrecy, shy hidden glances that last longer than they should. kisses that burn on your lips and in memory for a lifetime, but eric is not yours to love during the day

part of the ‘reveal yourself” collab hosted by @jjyusmile in honour of tbz’s fourth anniversay, this is what it feels like to love a man that’s never been yours, sohn youngjae.

genres : angst. fluff. childhood best friends to lovers to not, secret romance. honestly, no warnings.

pairing: the boyz eric x gender neutral reader (if you do spot any pronouns that are possibly female please let me know so i can change bits of it)

the first warning comes when you’re six.

six years old when you can just about spell each other’s names, signing his off with a heart using your extra special pink gel pen. pink was his favourite colour he told you. pink because your sweater is pink, the flowers that bloom in his garden you play in on sundays are pink, because he saw in a book a pink soccer ball he’s always wanted.

at six your hearts are pink and young, clear of any ugly purple bruises or cracks of heartbreak. just a tiny ache when he builds the confidence to march up to your table at recess. tiny fists bunched at his sides with brows furrowed in a pretty knot.

“you didn’t come over to play on sunday,” the pout on his pink lips is enormous, probably as big as his eyes that held your six year old’s world.

you bite your lip nervously but then shrug, cardigan slightly slipping off your shoulders. “dad said i couldn’t,” that last word is a little hard for you to pronounce but your heart swells with pride once it leaves your mouth when you let out another breath. your beam blinds eric and distracts him for a moment, anger vanishing in thin air and all he can see is pink again.

“come over next week?” his voice is tiny but demands all your attention. you play a finger on your chin cutely to contemplate on how you could possibly ask your parents to play with the boy they’ve said no to countless times but you nod nonetheless. he uses his eyes that hold the stars captive to make a memory of your smile that holds the sun, locking this secret promise of a moment away forever.

“okay,” he whispers, suddenly shy that a pink blush dusts over his honey cheekbones. he pauses, almost thinking before running his tongue over his rosy lips. you look up at him, questioning look knotted in your forehead creases and he swipes the sheet you’ve written his name on with your precious gel pen that cost you the past two week’s pocket money to get. your protests fill the air with a laughter that bubbles in his chest, he runs with however far his little legs can carry him. lungs heaving with love as you break out into giggles when he almost trips on his own two feet, focus lost in that moment as he let his eyes wander over to you again.

he presses a soft kiss to his thumb and index before crossing them over in a soft finger heart. he throws it in your direction, actions forming the unspoken words that have become your own language.

i’ll wait for you, the tiny heart says. and you nod, returning one back at him with a smile so much bigger before the bell breaks through the air and he makes a dash for his desk- afraid of the scolding mr. lee will give him.

sunday comes with a tantrum, bawls and threat to tell your teachers you were being neglected from attention. your body is hunched in the corner as you cry, you hear your mother bargain with your father but the words are final. you’re not allowed to see sohn youngjae, the boy across the street. but he’s not just the boy across the street; he’s your best friend, the boy who blooms your flower path and no one in the big wide world could stop you from ever being his friend. rage fills your tiny body, heart bigger than your brain and you decide at nightfall the plan will begin.

moonlight rests in the sky, like you should be in bed. but you’re lying in eric’s arms that feel like light. hidden in his treehouse under a mess of blankets and tangled limbs, you sleep soundly unaware of the panic your runaway scheme has caused. but you don’t mind, turning over and forcing your eyes shut. they can’t scold you if you’re sleeping, they can’t take you away is eric holds you tight enough and so you bury your neck further in his neck- eric sohn and sleep hugging you close.

you’re six and you’re only a fraction of your parent’s age and wisdom of the big wide world, but you do know this; you won’t ever have to wait for sohn youngjae because he’ll always be by your side.

ten years later you’re both sixteen and nothing has changed since you were six except now you can feel the butterflies that swirl in your stomach and the teenage love that thumps in your chest.

it’s just a crush, you tell yourself. it’s normal to have feelings in this life- would you call it love? maybe not yet. you do know that you feel ever so warm when he drags you along to the arcade and you want to curl inside the house all day instead, when he has your cafe order memorised for the free period on friday that begins at two, when he ties your hair back in a little scrunchie he keeps on his wrist so its out of your way just as you like. you feel warm because he seems to know every little thing about you.

it’s just a crush, you remind yourself when you’re walking side by side, hands knocking every once in a while. your hands want to reach out and hold his so bad. you’re millimetres apart but he’s worlds away from you.

until you feel the softness of his pinkie interlocking with yours; a silent promise when the leaves serve as background music to your walk home. you look to him from under your long fluttering eyelashes but he’s looking away to combat that blush; red hues dancing up his ears already. your heart smiles.

it’s just a crush, your young sixteen year old mind still whispers but the beating of your blood pumping organ wipes that thought clean.

he’s just your eric.

you’re nineteen and past the hesitating hearts. now you comfortably grab his hands, pressing your lips to his knuckles as he watches you in awe.

you’re giggling into his neck and he has you up against the wall of this alley.

“youngjae,” you whisper at the nonexistent distance between you two. he’s a whole head taller and is stargazing in your orbs, head gently nudging and prodding you to continue whilst his lips busy themselves at your neck.

“jae they’ll see us,” you whisper harshly, the thrill of hiding your forbidden love was not as exciting as you had initially thought it would be.

sometimes you live for nights like tonight, the heavy hues of dark ash that paint the sky, a sea of stars that illuminate his cheekbones that you trace your fingers over. the sneaking out the house and into his car, slow kissing at red lights with his lips melting over yours till the cars behind grow impatient and honks break you apart. its the hoodie of his you wear to hide the purple paint on your bodies, wide grins flashing in secrecy- pure excitement from seeing him and only him. he was yours and no one had a single clue in the world. at least, in your world.

but there’s also nights like tonight. the ugly darkness that camouflage your dancing demons. the sly snarl of his lips as they attack yours. you don’t want anyone to see you but he’s hoping to god someone will. just anyone will so they’d know you were his. you’re engulfed in his warmth, a sky of stars above and he’s the brightest one in front of you; hugging you close and you wish upon him that this moment could last forever.

but it can’t, there’s no way it could. “jae,” you break apart and take a step back from him and his hands loosen themselves slightly around your waist.

“what?” his tone’s a bit rough, he’s annoyed with brows creased and body on fire.

“they’ll see us,” your eyes soften and you let your whisper sink into the growing coldness of the night.

“would that be such a bad thing?” he leans his forehead across yours. “we’re not kids anymore,” a secret into your hair.

“you know its not that,” your palms are lied flat on his chest and you hold him slowly.

“then what is it?” his eyes desperately search for answers that die on the tip of your tongue, all you can taste is salt. it’s bitter.

don’t make me say it you beg, please don’t make me say it.

“we just can’t,” you settle for and your voice breaks, the pupils in your eyes shake and suddenly you feel so damn small, the world out there is just way bigger than the two of you.

you knew your parents would never accept him and you could never accept that. he was bold and brave and beautiful. he was warmth and light, the smartest boy you ever knew; dreams that could take him worlds away from you but he’s always stayed. but your parents pay your rent, you live under their roof in their town along their rules. you may be eric’s lover but first you’ll always be their child and as much as you’d give up everything for eric- you don’t have it in you to walk away from your family.

“i’ll go in right now,” he blinks away stray tears and the tongue in his mouth threatens to break through the inside of his cheek, pressing hard against the flesh. “i’ll go in there right now and tell them we deserve to be together,” his voice raises volumes you could never reach and your eyes widen in panic, hands grasping his arms and falling heart.

“jae you can’t no,” you plead, “please don’t,” the tears spill from your eyes and you throw your body to block the pathway.

“move,” he mutters quietly, “i need you to move.”

“i need you to stop,” you shout. you hate being painted as the villain, as the one who always to bring you both back to reality but you only do it because you know he never will. eric still thinks you’re young, you’re sixteen and he can race you home and demand a victory kiss. he still thinks he can sneak you out of your house to the new dessert parlour on fifth. he still thinks he can protect you from the world.

but he can’t because he’s not a superhero, he’s just sohn youngjae, your lover in the night.

“you never want to fight for us,” he yells out and a large part of him hates how bad he wanted someone to see your skin on his in the alley but those secrets are saved, not like the way his heart screams on the streets and everyone can see.

“it’s not about fighting eric, there’s things bigger than us both,” you reason, the cold of the night bites at your exposed skin but at this point you’re completely numb. “please don’t go in there,” you beg.

you can already picture it, you in the middle of a game of tug and war. your parents will scold you, scold him and remind him that hed never be enough for their child and he’d stand there, you’d stand in front of him- a broken shield and carry the burden for you both but you knew you couldn’t carry that burden with you out that door.

“why can’t it be me?” his eyebrows flail and his head shakes, thoughts tossing and turning the way you will tonight in your empty bed.

“eric it is you for me,” you take a step forward and he takes another back. for the first time in his life eric just wants to get as far away from you and your twisted family as possible; far away from the scrutiny, the insecurities and the love that has always been a make-believe lie.

“jae!” you call out, but its no use his body is disappearing into his car and down the moonlit alley. a slam of the door and a slam of your heart against your ribs. “jae, come back baby let’s talk it out!” you run after the diminishing car until you’re completely alone with the darkness wrapping around you.

you walk the block over till you get to your house. it’s only a house. because sohn youngjae will always be your home.

your kdrama moment in the street blew over in two weeks of radio silence, like these arguements usually do. he’s like a broken record trapped in this routine when he turns up at your door when he knows your parents aren’t in, cursing himself for having to detail schedules of when he can come over.

“can we talk?” diffuses into a long hug where “i can’t lose my best friend” fills the warm air. he stays a little longer, holding you as you drift on his arms. the air may be warm but it’s unsettling, wraps around his entire body like a weight above him.

it’s the realisation of what ifs that will always remain what ifs. its the way you’re so close to him but he feels like he’s holding you by a thread and you’re slipping through his fingers.

“hey,” he whispers, throat as tight as your legs tangled together in the crisp white sheets of the hotel room a night of loving behind closed doors again in this destructive cycle- why did it feel like he was the only one breaking?

“yeah,” you look up at him, his phone is dangling in his hands- eyes no longer boring into the white glare of his screen but rather on you. the stars in his eyes are no longer you galaxy but a broken constellation of his ragged thoughts. he doesn’t speak for several moments, lips unable to form the words of his cracked heart, the bruises of purple on the flushing red.

“you were right,” another whisper and it doesn’t take long for you to realise the meaning behind his words. you want to cry again, tears that might make him stay but you’ve both cried enough and you sigh, a sign of giving up and eric doesn’t know whether he’s hurt or glad that you’re not fighting for him anymore.

“we can’t carry on like this can we?” he licks his lips and you sit up in the bed, creating a gap between you both. your hand still reaches out to cup his cheek and he lets it stay there- your love has always been lingering, never truly there.

you shake your head softly and press your foreheads together. “i’m sorry,” your mumble reaches his ears and he closes his eyes to savour his last moments of affection with you.

“i’m not sorry for loving you,” he clears his throat. “i don’t regret it one bit. i’m sorry for not being the man you felt like you could bring home, the one you had to hide from daylight, the one who couldn’t give you what you deserve.” he hesitates for a moment at your pondering silence, glitter dripping from your eyes and you stutter out the tears. he comforts you with the gentlest shush and holds your hands ever so softly.

he presses his lips to your temple- fleeting the kiss is. like this moment may seem but he knows it’ll last forever burning in his mind.

“i love you,” you squeeze your eyelids shut.

“i know you do,” he smiles “and that’s enough for me, love.”

and it’s true, eric sohn may have lost you as his lover, but he could never lose you as his best friend.

a year later . . .

he watches as you walk down the steps of your house- the house that’s always haunted him, never once feeling the ounce of love personally but that had somehow blossomed you into the beautiful flower you are.

he also watches the way choi chanhee walks with his hand tight in yours; a sweet promise of a love in the light. his pink lips press to your knuckles where the sparkling diamond sits and he watches how you giggle with delight, cupid brow stretched into the prettiest smile he’s had the fortune to love and live for.

your eyes falter as they cast over at him and eric smiles, waving you off and telling you to go ahead without him. you bite your lip gently the memories that will forever live through polaroids, hotel rooms on a sunday morning and only the moon who will ever know the truth of your shortlived secret romance.

eric watches as you go hesitantly go ahead, it was bound to happen anyway but when your eyes meet again he kisses his thumb and his index again and crossing it in a soft heart and throws it in your direction gently.

i’ll wait for you, it says. i’ll always wait for you.

minnie’s note ; honestly this is queued and idk when i set the date or time for (?) but take this as a present whilst i disappear for a little while (ive already gone hehehe) but i did try to make the reader as gender neutral and inclusive as possible? (i tried focusing on the emotions rather than the people? if that makes sense)

also !! genre was fluff but idk why this turned out to be kinda sad but if you ask me the start and ending is the fluff okay omg

i honestly am not even happy with this tbh i was running out of time (there was a month left but this month is full of exams so i dont have time to write ??) so i rushed this all out and wrote it in a day which i do personally regret bc i wish i couldve put more effort in to write it better but yeah ig this is it, love it please and love me lots mwah bye bye see u soon !! <33

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scribblingfangirl · 4 years

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WITH LOVE, THE GHOSTS | Julie and the Phantoms - Part One

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Author’s Note: Gah… I'm such a procrastinating butterfly. I should be writing my Billy Russo series which I'm so excited about, but I just want to be able to read it already instead of having to write first + I'm currently writing each and every chapter instead of the next one (struggles of a fanfiction writer - am I right?). So, what do I do instead? I flew from one of my obsessions to another and got inspired by this week's @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt.

Anyways... This fic will be a little to late for some of you guys, but still: Merry Christmas everyone! And if you do not celebrate Christmas I still hope you have a wonderful day and a rest of the year filled with love and happiness. You did it, you fought through it. I’m sure you had your own pair of himbo ghosts taking care of you.

word count: ~ 1k

summary (and basically background info): Y/N is Julie's & Flynn's friend who doesn’t know about the ghosts (let’s just say she believes that they’re holograms). The boys become attached to Y/N due to her kindness and positivity and do everything in their (ghostly) powers to keep her days sunny and bright, especially in winter. Or: Two times Y/N is oblivious to the boys 'paranormal' activities and the one time she notices it

prompt: Comfort in the Cold by @flashfictionfridayofficial

warnings: english is not my first language, therefore, typos

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#1: Luke

Slowly and quietly you made your way down the stairs of the Molina household, leaving Julie's and Flynn's sleeping forms behind. Even though you had just watched multiple Christmas movies and probably eaten double your weight in popcorn, your stomach was still asking for more. As Julie knew about your habits of needing a midnight snack and since Ray repeatedly told you to make yourself at home you weren't feeling bad about stealing some small bits and pieces out of their fridge or cupboards.

Which is why you were straining your ears to hear any sounds that might indicate that you had woken up either Carlos or Ray, but you were only met with silence. Releasing the breath you were holding you hastily hopped down the last few steps down to the living room, grabbed the stair railing and used the momentum of your movement to swiftly swing yourself in the direction of the kitchen, freezing at the sight that greeted you.

A quick glance at the clock told you it was 2 a.m. and the continuous silence indicated that nobody except you was awake and around. Yet, as you hesitantly took a view steps towards the kitchen counter, pulling your blanket like a shield tighter around your body, there was a perfectly fine peanut-butter/jelly sandwich waiting for you, a smiley made out of Nutella painted onto it. Your favourite midnight snack.

A small note peaked out from under the plate and it took you some time to decipher the chicken scratch. Can't have our favourite groupie going to bed hungry!

Smiling and shaking your head, thinking that either Julie or Flynn must have sneaked out of the room sometime earlier to make you this sandwich you happily bit into it.

If you'd known that there was a brown-haired ghost with hazel eyes sitting opposite to you and watching you with a smile, the sandwich would have probably gotten stuck in your throat.

#2: Alex

Doing multiple Christmas movie marathons would be fun they said. No need to worry they said. Only Christmas cheer and joy they said. Well… long story short, even fun movies can make you bawl like a baby!

A few days after the midnight snack incident, which you completely forgot about, you were once again sitting on Julie's bed. With her and Flynn to your left and right, you had been watching different movies on her computer. Currently, however, you were only trying. Tears were blurring your vision and your sniffles were the only sounds reaching your ear.

Pressing the plushy's soul that Flynn had won you at a fair out of its body and sobbing into it, you felt Julie shift beside you and lay her head in your lap and mumbling something while Flynn was searching for a handkerchief.

"Whose idea was it again to watch this movie?" you tried to ask, but your voice came out all thick and full of emotion, so you weren't sure if they understood or heard you at all.

What you didn't know was that the boys were watching the movie, and now mostly you, with big eyes.

"Remember the day when Julie was crying in the garage and then Flynn came in crying too? Remember how I said that two girls crying are worse than one girl crying? This… this is way worse!" Luke pointed exaggeratedly at every single one of you and moved quickly out of Flynn's way when she left the room to get a box of tissues.

"Dude… they're not actually crying crying. It's just a really sad movie," Alex said and sighed quietly when he heard Reggie whisper, "Do you think that's what Willie meant when he said Caleb floods the place during movie night?"

"That's... no, okay." Shaking his head Alex moved towards the bed and sat carefully at Flynn's place to not alert you of the shift beside you. Then he gently took a paw of the plushy that you weren't currently pressing into an embrace and lifted it to wipe away your tears and free your sight.

You sniffled, too confused and full of emotion to realize what just happened and that it couldn't possibly have been Julie or Flynn, and whispered a small, "Thank you".

Alex smiled, proud of his action.

#3: Reggie

You didn't even bother to take off your shoes or wipe away the residual snow still sticking to your hair as you flopped yourself down onto your bed, groaning into your pillow. Everything was already grey, wet or at least soggy anyway. To say your day had been bad was an understatement.

It's the most wonderful time of the year With the kids jingle belling And everyone telling you be of good cheer It's the most wonderful time of the year

Confused you lifted your head and starred at your computer who apparently decided to become sentient and cheer you up.

It's the hap-happiest season of all With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings When friends come to call It's the hap-happiest season of all

The next thing that happened would forever be burned into your brain. Your favourite pen suddenly lifted itself up into the air and started to scribble down onto a nearby paper. Slowly and unsure you stood up and inched closer to your desk, but as soon as you were able to sneak a peak onto the paper the pen stopped and fell down.

Shaking your head you rubbed your eyes and turned back to your bed. "This is the weirdest lucid dream I ever had." The moment you flopped back down onto your bed you heard the familiar scratching of pen on paper again. Turning your head there it was again - the floating pen. "What?"

However, once again, as soon as you reached the desk the pen fell down, lifeless. “Alright... alright. I understand! Don’t worry, I won’t sneak a peak.”

"I am dreaming... right?" You weren't. Pinching yourself hurt, trying to breathe through a closed nose didn't work and your pointer finger would not move through the palm of your hand.

Shakily, yet weirdly motivated by the happy Christmas music still playing in the background, you picked up the note laying beside the now still pen. "Merry Christmas Y/N! Lots of love from Reggie, Alex and… Who?"

"It told you, Luke… I should just have signed for us all."

"Shut it Reg, I know my handwriting sucks."

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sir-gale · 4 years

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MHA hcs/bullet points for Valentines Day

(Ft. Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugou)

Not sure how to describe this, but you know how most of the time we have these characters be gentlemen?

What if we did it to them.

That’s the synopsis.

Warnings: FLUFF, SLIGHT ANGST, SLIGHT SWEARING

Izuku Midoriya

(a.k.a. Deku)

Izuku has always been a very affectionate person

He always wants to spoil you, he cuddles you, he just wants to do this because he’s just as serious about you two as he is with everything else. He doesn’t want you to feel alone even when he’s busy working hard to achieve his dream.

Being the number one hero would lose its meaning without you by his side after all,

Is honestly just the best boyfriend ever. Top tier.

So you two are out on a ~date~

Let’s be honest you can’t go anywhere without seeing all might merch

Especially now that Valentine’s Day is coming around

he’s being super attentive, connecting, just making you feel loved.

And then you two see an all might merch store

You, knowing this is Dekus favorite place to go for his gear, wanna go in and browse

He’s so hesitant about it because he knows how he is (fanboy and all)

“A-are you sure? I can get really get carried away, todays supposed to be about you!”

You WILL drag him in if you have to

Because seeing him looking around with stars in his eyes makes you happy

Of course, he is now invested in a particular item, and you wander off to do some viewing of your own

It’s an all might plushy holding/hugging a heart with the sentence ‘You are plus ultra!’

Oh yes. You were going to get this. You didn’t even look at the price tag.

When I say you SNATCHED this mf-

And sure enough your bby was still in his little happy fanboy space (we’ve all been there)

You buy it.

Cashier was a bit scared. Of you, I mean.

You didn’t take the bag. Just hid the plushie behind you, grabbed izuku by the hood, dragged him out

He was really confused and kind of scared, but seeing your detirmined excited face he calmed down

Before he could say anything you revealed the toy and——

He stood there

Your arms stretched out fully extending it towards him

And he just stared so you went

‘For you’ •^•

He cried.

He bawled.

Literal waterfalls.

He’s already hearing wedding bells.

He’s on cloud nine.

He hugs you so hard for like five minutes squeeling and just.. words of appreciation and love and gratitude

~(I don’t feel the need to make a comment that people were staring at the unveiling seen but just letting you know)~

He carries that plush tight against his chest for the rest of the day, your arms hooked together, no matter how uncomfortable it is to walk shoulder to shoulder like that.

He loves you so much. Thank you for doing this.

Shoto Todoroki

(a.k.a icyhot)

Todoroki has always tried to make up for his cold attitude and overall emotional absence with small things

Whether it be something that he bought, quality time, and other small things that wouldn’t mean much if it were anyone else

But you know. And you really appreciate how much he loves you and shows it.

Only problem is, he’s not sure what he’s doing. He knows that you love him, he knows that he loves you, he just wishes he has the courage to back it up with his words

(Little does he know you’ve been preparing a lil something for valentines day >:))

Whether your a perceptive person or not, after being with him you know how to tell it’s been a hard day for him.

So when he calls you and asks if you want him to take you out, you say ‘no thanks baby’. He really questioned it

“Are you sure? Valentines day is coming up, we haven’t done much for the occasion..”

Once you reassure him, Todoroki is mildly relieved. He loves you, so so much and your presence makes him feel very good, but he just needs today to himself

that didn’t stop the guilt from pouring in. He didn’t want to be neglectful. The fear of that uncertainty in your relationship, he felt bad for doubting you and him. The entire trip home Shoto is in his own head on what couples ‘should’ be like. What a good boyfriend ‘should’ be.

Even though it was him having the bad day, even though you sounded perfectly chipper over the phone, and he was very much deflated, he was considering some sort of grand gesture or expensive gift.

Walking into the house, completely lost in thought, he almost didn’t notice the smooth white box with a note on it

‘Happy Valentines Day!~ You deserve it :)’ Was written on the sticky note

Shoto, now out of his head, opened up the box. Inside was a folded sweater. Before he read what was on it, he set it aside and read the paper at the bottom.

‘I designed this myself. I hope you like it. I hope you know how much I love you. You are the only one for me, no matter how cheesy that sounds.’

Small smile returning to Todoroki's face, your handwriting always seemed to bless his eyes. Anything that made him feel that you were there made him forget how inadequate he felt.

He then took the sweater and decided to go to a mirror, only then putting it on.

It was a light cream color, easy on the eyes. It was perfectly baggy on him. The soft small text sown into the front read ‘~you have my heart~’

Shoto absolutely adored it. If only someone was there to take a picture because this man was smiling like an idiot

He looked down almost bashfully, and then he realized, that with the fabric pooling on his hands, there was something on the sleeves.

Half of a heart on one sleeve, half on the other

Raising his wrists, having them face upwards and connect, it made one whole heart.

His own heart nearly exploded when he realized

Than he literally had your heart in his hands

He loves you so fucking much. Thank you for making this.

Katsuki Bakugou

(a.k.a Kacchan)

Bakugou KNOWS he is an asshole

He doesn’t deny it.

So at the beginning of the relationship, anxious anger issues boom boom boy had been so scared to hurt you with either his words or his quirk

He either goes overboard with treating you in dates or is completely opposed to touching

Sometimes he juggles in both.

“Hey, get anything you want alright? No! I don’t need your hand!”

Whiplash.

Getting you gifts is his way of feeling good enough for you. It obviously really bothers you but you haven’t figured out the right time to bring it up

One day though, you two decided to stay home and relax. This doesn’t happen often, as Bakugou usually doesn’t think it’s good enough for you, but after a lot of convincing he agreed to stay inside.

(You wanted to do this because you knew it was a bad day for him. He’s really out of it, making mistakes isn’t his thing)

This is a bit of a tricky situation for Katsuki, he realized he couldn’t just have a girlfriend without touching you no matter how much he tried to avoid it.

Okay but let’s be clear

It was VERY OBVIOUS that he wanted to touch you

It’s like he was trying to deny the fact that you had his eyes and ears, and he always fidgeted around

As if he wasn’t hot and sweaty enough -_-

Cut to him ready on the couch, movies almost on, you come out from the kitchen with two chai masala teas (extra spice in bakugou’s)

He doesn’t really know how to react to it.

“Thanks.”

He wishes he could sound as grateful as he feels.

And then, suddenly, you get on the couch and pull him into your embrace, his head on your chest.

“I know today sucks. Let me take care of you this time.”

“I love you Katsuki. I don’t need anymore jewlery. I just need your heart.”

He was damn near tears then. He was too tired to fight back and too emotional over his failures, he laid his head on your lap and for the rest of the night he was calmer than ever.

He loves you so much. Thank you.

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crispycrimebrulee · 4 years

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Okay so I totally just stalked your blog and I loved the adult trio wedding thing, so can I have Kurapika and Leorio’s reaction to you walking down the aisle for the first time?

im very much in a wedding mood, im honestly starting to miss going to weddings, sigh

Leorio

Although Leorio isn’t bawling his eyes out, he’s very much glassy eyed

Glassy eyed and absolutely dumbstruck, because it’s hitting him all at once with you walking down the aisle and all his friends getting to witness this happening and mostly you looking absolutely stunning-

I mean sure, there was a practice walk down the aisle during wedding rehearsals, and he figured it would be easy, considering at the time you were in casual clothes but now? Dressed to the nines, the light hitting your perfectly and the music and youre just radiating such stunning energy, now he’s like WOW this is NOTHING like rehearsal!!

Falling in love all over again~

Are his hands a little sweaty? Probably

The song he’d pick for you walking down the aisle (imo, at least) would be Beautiful by Bazzi, but just the instrumental version!

His vows do a lot of mentioning on keeping you happy and taken care of, and they’re a little long? He’s probably written them out a handful of times, trying to get the words right

I am very much in a wedding mood so how about….the whole wedding???

Somewhat a simple wedding, very much a classic/formal one with all its bells and whistles

Theres surprisingly not a lot of people there; your family, his med school friends and his non-med school friends, and a handful of other special guests

Also to note, his suit is fitted and black, and he’s got a flower from one of the wedding bouquets in his pocket as a little pizzazz

That First Dance is gonna be something

He had a little trouble grasping it during rehearsals, and it shows just a little bit

He likes having one hand on the small of your back while your head rests against his shoulder, and he picked a very soft piano song for it

Cutting the wedding cake ( a white and gold lemon cake with some flowers decorating the side ) is his confirmation of a (hopeful) forever with you. Sure, proposing and the wedding is confirmation enough, but getting to cutting this cake almost seals it for him

He keeps it class throughout the whole wedding, except for the after party, or at least the later part of the reception

He’s telling your family about all the wild stories from when he took the Hunters Exam, and making sure your family is well aware that he can keep you out of harms way

After the whole wedding, knowing you survived that epic day….he will call you nothing but “my wife/husband/spouse” for the next 2 weeks. Y/n? y/n? You mean “I have to run that by the wife”, “let me call my husband first”, “I’ll let my spouse know”

Please refer to him as your husband, he’ll be grinning for the rest of the day

Kurapika

Kurapika took his contacts off for this, whats the use in hiding the emotion?

Not that...yknow, his inability to keep tears from trailing down his face is indication enough

Coupled with his eyes glowing red, being locked on you as you come closer, he has to keep himself from running up to you and carrying you bridal style for the rest of the way

As soon as you stand near him on the alter, his hands are on your face real gentle like, almost as if he’s making sure you’re real

Think about it!! After everything he’s been through in his life, plus you coming along and making the days a whole lot better, you never giving up on him day in and day out, plus you agreeing to marry him, the day finally being here, the natural sunlight and the flowers and everything else, he’s smitten and he’s thanking each and every one of his lucky stars that you picked him

His vows consist of mentioning how youre a blessing to him, and how nothing would stop him from protecting you, and always reminding you what you mean to him, and how he believes in A Forever if it means he gets to have a Forever with you :’)

This is an outdoor wedding, in the middle of a flower field in spring, when its not too hot and not too cold, perfect enough that an outdoor wedding can happen

Almost like a garden party theme mixed with traditional aspects (traditional ranging from your culture, his, and a classic wedding) and it all comes together quite nicely

A decent sized guests list; your family and his with ample space for seating and dancing

At this point in the event, your first dance happens when the sun is setting, giving you perfect golden-y mood lighting, with some impromptu folk music

He’s practiced well for this dance, and he leads it the whole way, occasionally placing little kisses on your forehead, as well as squeezing your hand while the two of you dance

The cake is both of your favorite colors, with one tier being your favorite cake type and the other tier being his, because he didnt want to try and split the decision of a cake

The wedding doesnt stay out too late, and the two of you are home before midnight

Cue him staring at his hand all day when you two wake up the next morning, his eyes moving from your wedding ring to his, still taking in the whole reality of this marriage thing

Referring to him as your husband takes some getting used to on his end, it’s always a little shock like “right...thats me” :’)

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1oserjk · 4 years

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— special affair

sugar daddy au except it’s just jk spoiling u thru animal crossing

x masterlist

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Your eyebrows are furrowed and your fingers falter over the buttons of your switch. “Jungkook, you can’t just—“

“Can’t what?” He asks unfazed through the screen of your laptop.

“Did you just give me eighty-thousand bells? Over buying turnips?”

“Is that,” he hesitates, head picking up to read your expression, “not allowed?”

“No, it’s just—why? I offered you to come to my island because Daisy Mae was selling them lower at mine than yours.. You didn’t have to tip me?”

He was also your boyfriend at that, so he didn’t exactly have to act like you were mere strangers who were exchanging over discord.

He shrugs, bare shoulders going up and bed-hair being ruffled between his fingers. “Maybe I just wanted to.”

“I—um. Okay?”

His character on the screen frollicks around your field of pink hybrids. “Can I leave now?”

“If you want.”

“Okay.” He heads toward the direction of your airport, not before sending you a joy reaction. “I love you, bye. Thank you for the turnips.” Then, drops a gold nugget and runs off.

“Jungkook!”

“Hey,” he greets when he walks through your entrance. “They were selling that deluxe washer in pink you’ve been wanting at my Nook’s Cranny today.”

You gasp, “Really? Can I go there right now and get it?”

A green leaf drops below his character and you gape. “I already got it for you. Take it.”

“Thank you, but.. I could have paid for it myself.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says with a simple shake to his head. “Oh, and I know you’re close to finishing paying off your debt for your house so—“ A bag of bells presents itself as well, before you can even blink. “—here.”

He brushes it off so cooly, probably the hottest thing to see — your boyfriend flaunting his bells like it’s nothing, and you’ll give him a proper thanks the next time you get to see him.

Jungkook invites you to a tour of his finally finished island the very next day.

“Is this why you were too busy yesterday? Because you were terraforming?”

“Basically,” he plainly replies.

“It looks good though,” you compliment. It looks really good, and it’s nothing unexpected from Jungkook when his creative drive is significantly better than yours. “Way better than mine.”

“Shush,” he dismisses quickly, “Your island is pretty and so are you,” he assures. “Come here.”

He doesn’t give you much of a choice when he pushes you through the path leading up to the resident services building of his. “Look at the bulletin board.”

“I—why?”

“Come on,” he whines, and your eyes flutter back to the wide screen where he throws himself sideways at the bed, legs kicking every which way. “I want you to see it.”

“Alright, you big baby. I’m going.” Pressing A, you’re greeted by an image of your very own character with Jungkook’s drawing style integrated with it as one of the messages. It’s simple yet quite well done that only Jungkook can achieve, and you almost go teary-eyed at the sentiment. How he took the time and drew it was absolutely beyond you, and you would definitely ask when your mind conjures up the proper formalities for the question. But for now, you stare all googly eyed.

Real life him is gauging your reaction, careful and hopeful eyes all on you.

“Jungkook..” You start with an awed voice. “This is so sweet.”

“You like it?” He asks with a bitten lip.

“Are you kidding,” you softly laugh, “I love it so much, baby. Thank you.”

He turns shy, stuffing half of his face in the pillow that supports his stomach and chest as he lays on it in his bed, cheeks flushing and you swear you see his chest deflate and relax, getting a good glimpse of your gawking through the shitty quality of the screen.

To him, it’s definitely worth the forty-five minutes in curating it the day before your visit.

He’ll draw you a hundred more and send them out each day to see you bawl all over again like this.

He announces your visit as a date night later when he leads you to one of the cliffs he solely reserved for a starry night, two telescopes on each side of it with a picnic set in between, laid all out on a wide criss-cross blanket.

You both cheesily make wishes when shooting stars pass by, giggling side by side together, but also not.

Virtually, with him, this was the best.

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+ i’ll leave it up to you if you think of them being in quarantine n social distancing, or tell ur kids that they were just long distance lovers if this pandemic rubs off

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#mine #special affair #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook drabble

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the-navistar-carol · 5 years

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Intervention

Good God help me I’m back on my Garmari again. AGAIN. Class salt, but not Alya, Alix is neutral (so minor Alix salt?). Chloé redemption, but it’s not mentioned. Also, members of the new team at the end are PV Félix and his Gucci Gang

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Marinette never thought she’d thank Chloé Bourgeois, of all people, for her boyfriend.

Backtrack.

A year and a half ago, their end-of-year class trip was the best one they had had or ever would. Funding, from Chloé’s father, went to a weeklong trip to San Francisco. They toured Alcatraz, the different neighborhoods, the Ghirardelli factory, and walked the Golden Gate Bridge.

None of those events even came close to the Teen Titans’ tower in San Francisco Bay. They didn’t go inside, obviously, but almost every day, in their allotted free time, she found herself at a harborside café, sketching the tower and designs that came to her from it and its team.

It was those quiet times that, incidentally, got her into contact with the team shapeshifter, Beast Boy.

Marinette had been sitting on a dock for a change, doodling idly as her legs swung from a bench — she was still too short for her feet to touch the ground at fifteen. Tikki dozed in her purse, stuffed full of chocolate.

As the sun began to make its way toward the horizon, she got up and placed the sketchbook in her backpack. Then, like the sun, she began to head home.

That journey would quickly be delayed. A man, hood up and all in dark clothes, snatched her purse and took off like a shot.

Tikki!

The Parisian girl sprinted after him, shouting for help. If she had been transformed, perhaps she would have taken him down faster.

But perhaps it was for the better. A green blur shot out of an alley and knocked into the would-be thief with a forceful missile kick, quickly apprehending the man. Marinette skidded to a halt to avoid running him over, and was caught in a pair of dark brown eyes.

Oh, hello there.

He grinned toothily, and held up her clutch purse. “Does this happen to be yours?”

“Oui!” Marinette’s hands flew to her mouth, and she couldn’t help but flush in embarrassment. “Oh! I am sorry, yes, it is.” Despite years of learning English, she couldn’t help but stammer with her accent.

The green boy fished out a pair of cuffs and locked them around the thief’s wrists, and kept a hold on them with his left hand as he held out his right. “I’m Beast Boy. Nice to meet you, though it would’ve been better under different circumstances.”

She shook his hand, and couldn’t help a sheepish smile. “Well, um, if you would like to try again,” Marinette suggested, already flushing, “I will be close to Hyde Street Pier, on the waterfront, close to three o’clock tomorrow.”

His grin only widened. “Can’t wait!” Beast Boy hauled the man to his feet, and glanced back at her. “Oh, hey, by the way — what’s your name?”

“I’m Marinette!”

“See you tomorrow, Marinette!”

That fateful encounter sparked a close friendship, which blossomed into an even closer relationship.

Marinette was grateful that the stars had aligned that day. She wouldn’t be where she was in life without him, if she was being completely honest.

She and Gar were open about their identities to each other, and when he came over on his bimonthly visit via Zeta tubes, they spent their days inside cuddling, watching movies, and playing video games.

The only thing that irked both of them was the fact that their relationship was one-hundred-percent secret from the press, as neither wanted that publicity.

Ergo, they couldn’t be seen in public together.

Therefore, they couldn’t go on dates, no matter how much they wanted to.

At least they had reached a compromise. Until Hawkmoth was defeated, on her own terms, they couldn’t be seen together. Even if her own terms, which would take more time, involved no outside help.

When Lila Rossi entered Françoise Dupont for the first time, Marinette didn’t have to be Ladybug to see through her lies. She claimed extravagant tales of meeting American superheroes on her mother’s travels — of the Teen Titans in New York City, of the Batfamily in Gotham, and of some group she had completely made up — the Gems of Justice, of all names.

Yeah, no. She didn’t have to be a superheroine to spot the bullcrap a mile away.

She tried to keep the whole situation quiet, though, she really did. Marinette didn’t want to burden Gar with class drama. After all, she was well aware that they only had so much time together.

But just like how she had tried to keep being Ladybug from him, that plan fell through in a matter of hours.

He held her when she sniffled over Lila’s threat, and let her slump back into him as she described how her classmates (sans Alya, bless her heart) were riveted by this Italian liar nobody who somehow held their attention.

She held onto the hope that they would all see reason, sometime.

That hope shattered when Alya moved away. Her parents wanted out from the living nightmare of Akumatown, as all four of their daughters had been akumatized at least once apiece.

Marinette sobbed, for the first time alone in the city of love.

It was midnight when she called him on her first night without her bestie, bawling into the phone line.

It was twenty minutes past when he showed up on her balcony, and she almost tackled them both over the railing. She let her emotions pour out onto his shoulder and he held her tight; and when she ran out of tears to cry, he held her until she fell asleep in her bed.

In the morning, he let her sleep in a little bit, and made her pancakes (with green food coloring, of course, because how else would he?). She cried again upon seeing the food, but there were thankful tears mixed among the sad ones.

Marinette left her house with her head held high.

Without her rock Alya at her side, Lila’s digs and jibes became worse. She took the mental hits, took the comments. Snide words turned into sneering faces turned into trips in the hallways, turned into destroyed work.

She resigned from the class presidency, choking down tears.

How could she have let it get this bad?

She should have stood up to it, so it could have stopped before it all began!

Oh, Alya…

Trips in the hallways turned to shoving at the steps, turned into stolen things.

Garfield, in the Titan Tower, had had a slow week. He’d only gone to visit Marinette a few days ago, but when Raven flicked his shoulder and told him he was moping, he headed off to the tubes to pay his girlfriend a surprise visit.

He emerged in Paris and immediately morphed into a bird, flying high above the city. He didn’t want the attention that came with his ability, not today.

As her school wasn’t out yet, Gar soared around Paris, taking in the sights. No matter how many times he came to the city, the views still left him amazed.

And Marinette with him, when they could go to those places, would leave him breathless.

As the hour wound closer, he headed over to Collège François Dupont, and took a perch on one of the flagpoles, content to wait for the time being.

The bell rang to let the classes out, and he shifted on his seat, eager to catch a glimpse of his girlfriend.

There!

She was one of the first out, and he readied his wings to swoop down to her and sweep Marinette off her feet. He was almost in flight when he stopped dead, dread washing over him like a tidal wave.

A tall Asian boy with an undercut and bleached hair hurried after her, his sneakered feet hitting the cement with a self-righteous purpose.

And a pack was following him.

Her classmates — a pale girl with long black hair, a dark-skinned boy with close-cropped hair, a short blonde girl, a tall blonde boy, and more — were in close pursuit.

And behind them strode a brunette, her wedged heels clicking with her own purpose. Green eyes watched all as her lips curled into a deadly, sickly smirk.

All attention was on Marinette, who hurried to go home, shoulders hunched.

He had left her alone like this.

“Hey!” the Asian boy called, and a robot whizzed in front of his girlfriend, bringing her up short.

She froze, and slowly turned to face him. Marinette was dwarfed by his massive frame, and she was terrified of what might happen next.

His hands came to rest on his hips, and he cocked his head in a leer. “Don’t think you’ve gotten away with what you’ve done.”

“Huh?” Her tone was shrill, it was panicked. “Kim, I didn’t do anything!”

An ugly frown twisted his face. “Then maybe you’ll remember!”

Faster than she could react, his hand raised and descended.

But Garfield reacted faster.

In a blink, he took off like a shot and dove down at the Asian boy, then shifted back to human form midair to launch himself at the boy feet-first like a missile. His boots hit the boy in the back of the neck, and man, was he satisfied to see him fall.

“G- Beast Boy?!” Marinette’s panicked whisper told him she was only a hair away from a complete breakdown.

The classmates hurriedly backpedaled, clearing a ring for him in the crowd that was quickly forming.

Gar hauled the boy — Kim — up by his hoodie collar. Despite his scrawny figure, he was lean, and packed a punch.

“I don’t like bullies,” he hissed as his eyes narrowed to slits. Kim quaked in his grasp, catching a good look at his fangs. “And if I catch you even looking at her wrong, you’ll wish you had never met her.”

Someone in the crowd was foolish enough to step forward and speak up. It was the dark-skinned boy with glasses, and his robot had flown back to be at his side. “My calculations prove that there is a ninety-percent chance that Marinette is the one at fault.”

He felt his girlfriend shrink beside him. It was tempting to shift into a tiger and intimidate the lot of them.

But instead his lips twitched into a smile, instead he grinned. The hook in his mouth had never been so cold.

“Then I suggest you check your calculations, buddy boy.” The class flinched back from his tone alone — it flashed knives, razor-sharp and ready to cut.

“All of you better watch your backs, ‘cause I’ll be waiting for an opening.” His voice spilled from his throat in an angry growl. If he had been a tiger, his tail would have lashed.

“I’m giving you one warning. Scram.”

The class took off and scattered, one of them even darting into the street.

Gar didn’t spare them a second glance before turning back to Marinette and hugging her tight. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of her perfume. “I should be there for you, not an ocean away.”

Her arms snaked around his sides and clutched him tight. Her entire body was shaking like a leaf, so he gently rubbed her back.

“Hey, hey. Marinette, let’s get back to your room, okay?” Any trace of the snarl he had bared at her classmates was gone; his voice was gentle now, it was soothing.

She sniffled, and hiccuped once as she tried to get her breathing under control. “Okay.” Her voice was quiet, subdued. There was no trace of the sassy girl he had met who loved life fiercely with all her heart.

Anger built inside him but he dispelled it, thanking Raven for forcing him to learn meditation.

After he picked up her bag, Gar wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “It’s not that far. You can make it.”

Another subdued “okay” was all the response he got.

He led her across the street, ignoring the looks passers-by threw him and even the phone cameras.

Once she was inside the bakery, a shocked gasp let him know Sabine Cheng had seen them. She rushed out from behind the counter to hug her daughter tight, then led the two of them to their living room upstairs.

After he had set down her bag and the three of them were seated on the couch, Sabine with her arm around Marinette and Garfield holding her hand, his girlfriend finally broke down, sobbing into her mother’s shoulder.

“Do you want me to make tea?” he offered, knowing Sabine didn’t want to leave her daughter’s side.

The older woman nodded. “Please. Peony.”

He gave Marinette’s hand a squeeze and got up, finding the kettle and mugs easily. While he waited for the water to heat up, he sat back down next to her.

Sabine looked to him, gray eyes piercing. “What happened, Garfield?”

He told her everything. How he had watched her come out of the school and saw Kim go straight for Marinette on an offense she hadn’t committed.

“It’s Lila,” his girlfriend muttered, her voice muffled by her mother’s shirt. “She’s influenced them all except Alix.”

That didn’t help matters.

“But Alix didn’t defend you,” Gar told her gently. “They all, one way or another, abandoned you.”

Marinette hiccuped, finally looking up at him. A bolt of pain shot through his heart at the face looking him in the eyes — red-rimmed eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and a running nose.

“They abandoned me,” she repeated, her voice hollow. “I have nobody.”

“You’ve got me,” Garfield reminded her, taking her hands and squeezing them tight. “You’ve got two parents who love you more than anything in the world. And, if I called them now, you have the Teen Titans. All of them would stand for you. Every last one of them.”

The kettle whistled, and he got up to steep the tea. He heard Sabine murmur to her daughter in Cantonese, things he didn’t understand but knew the intent. He returned to the couch with three mugs balanced carefully on a tray, and set it down on the table.

“Mrs. Cheng, I don’t know if you’ve considered it, but have you thought of moving schools?”

She nodded, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I have. And I think that it would be best.”

Marinette didn’t even flinch, just numbly nodded. His heart broke to see her so lifeless, and he pulled her into a tight hug. He almost had to blink back tears of his own, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

“Let me help with this, Mrs. Cheng. Please.”

Sabine nodded. “I will. How long are you going to stay in Paris?”

“As long as I’m needed.”

And he did. He stayed.

Garfield was the one to march into Françoise Dupont to deliver the paperwork to Damocles, his chin up and shoulders back. Even if he was at average height — and shorter than a good half of the school — they cleared a path for him, the school yard silent enough to drop a pin.

He didn’t spare them a parting glance.

Gar was the one to walk her to her new school, where she was mobbed by Kagami, Luka, and Chloé. They thanked him, each thank-you heartfelt, and he grinned, knowing his girlfriend was in good hands.

He was there for her first week, and went back to the Tower knowing she had friends to support her there.

And when Hawkmoth was finally defeated months later, with a new team and a new Chat Noir, he pulled Marinette into a searing kiss as the rain began to wash Paris clean.

#garmari #garfield logan #marinette dupain-cheng #teen titans #dc comics #miraculous ladybug #pv #lila salt #class salt #kim salt #ml salt #ml x dc #maribat #lord help me im back on my bullshit #AGAIN

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