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winchesterandpie · 4 years ago

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Just as Brave (Diego Hargreeves x reader)

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x reader

Word Count: 1433

Warnings: some angst, some insecurity, mostly hurt/comfort fluff

A/N: Y’all expressed some interest in me writing this, which is good because literally I have been vibrating with the energy of my obsession with 1 (one) precious stabby boi aka Diego Hargreeves since I binged the series. It took me one day to get through season 1, and I was hooked from the start. So it’s safe to say that this was inevitable. There’s probably gonna be another one soon, lol.

But anyways, here’s just some fluff for him. Reader has a nightmare, which triggers some underlying insecurities, and who’s there to fix it but Diego! Yay! As usual, I try my best to keep the reader gender neutral, please let me know if I slipped up anywhere! Gif is not mine! Hope you enjoy!

It was late when Diego stumbled through the door, one hand clutching his side. The noise of the door startled you awake, your grogginess vanishing as you saw how much blood he was losing. You leapt up and hurried to help him to the bathroom, tugging his arm over your shoulders to keep him upright.

“Diego, what the hell happened out there?”

“I’m alright.” He could barely get the words out, which didn’t assure you.

Still, you ignored the growing pit of dread in your stomach to help him sit on the edge of the bathtub. Your hands shook as you pulled the first aid kit from under the sink, though you tried to keep them steady. A thud sounded behind you, and you whirled around to find Diego collapsed into the tub.

“Diego? Diego, sweetheart, you’ve gotta hang on.” As carefully as you could, you lifted him to a sitting position to pull up his sweater so you could find the source of the blood. It was a nasty-looking gash, worse than you had seen on him in all the late nights of his patrolling. The blood was still coming too quickly, and you knew you would have to stitch the cut to have any chance at saving him. But the needle wouldn’t thread.

Your eyes were blurring as you tried again, but you just couldn’t seem to get the thread to cooperate, eventually abandoning it to check for a pulse, only to find it weak and fading quickly. Even if you could manage to stitch him up, he needed much more than you could do for him here more quickly than you could get it for him.

“Diego? Diego! No, no, no, no, no, no, please no!”

“Hey.”

“Diego!” you spoke urgently, desperately, no longer able to keep your tears from falling.

“Hey!”

You woke with a start, finding the very same dark-haired man leaning over you with concern in his eyes. He had clearly just gotten home and hadn’t even taken off his harness full of knives. You breathed out his name in relief and suddenly his arms were around you, pulling you to sit in his lap.

“Hey, you’re alright now. It’s ok, I’ve got you.” He mumbled quiet reassurances into your hair. You trembled in his careful grip, the memory of your nightmare still too vivid to stop crying into his chest. Diego held you for a long time as you calmed down slowly. “What happened, baby?”

“I… you… you were…” You took a breath to steady yourself, closing your eyes until you felt his hand on your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his soft gaze. “You came home and you were hurt. It was… It was really bad, Diego. I couldn’t even thread the damn needle and you--” You couldn’t finish the sentence, shaking your head as you ducked down to hide in his chest again. You had always had trouble stitching him up, barely able to stand the little noises of pain he made, though he tried to suppress them.

“It was just a nightmare, ok? I’m alright. I’m ri-- I’m right here.” His hand splayed across your back, pressing into you as though trying to provide additional reassurance.

“But what if you weren’t? What if you got hurt and I couldn’t do what you needed? Couldn’t be who you needed?”

He said your name softly, but you could hear the confusion in his voice. “What do you mean?”

“You’re so brave and brilliant and sweet and funny, and I…” The rest of your words fell from your lips so softly you weren’t even sure he could hear them, especially since they were muffled by his sweater. “I’m just me. Sweetheart, you do so much for everyone else, you deserve someone who could at least patch you up without panicking.”

“Woah, hey, look at me.” His hands slid up to your shoulders to hold you where he could look you in the eye, then came up to cradle your cheeks. “I’ve been doing this stuff all my life--I don’t even notice a lot of it anymore. You’re afraid of hurting me more, afraid you’ll get it wrong, but you push past that every time. Baby, you’re just as brave as I am... probably more. ” His forehead rested against yours as calloused thumbs gently brushed away your tears as you let your eyes drift shut.

“But what if you get hurt and I don’t know what to do?”

“That’s not gonna happen--I know what I’m doing.” He nudged your nose lightly, grinning cheekily when he got a watery chuckle from you. “I wouldn’t do that to you, ok?”

You hummed an agreement, nodding slightly against him.

“And you’re not just anything, alright? You’ve seen all of me and you haven’t run away.” You opened your eyes, intending to protest, but he continued before you could open your mouth. “You are so incredible, and I should tell you that more often. You know I’m not good with words, but there’s no one I trust more than you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Thank you,” you murmured. “I don’t know what I’d do without you either.”

His dark eyes held your gaze, and you couldn’t see anything but softness and care in their depths. You would have been happy to get lost in them, but then you remembered that he’d been out patrolling before you woke.

“Wait, Diego, you just got back. Are you hurt?” you asked, pulling back so you could scan his form. He watched you for a minute as you ran your hands up his arms and down his sides with your brow furrowed, but then he stopped you, carefully grasping your elbows to make sure you were listening.

“Just a few bruises. I promise I’m ok.” He relented enough to let you help him take off his knives. When you went to pull up his sweater to make sure he wasn’t more seriously injured, he stopped you, mumbling your name before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Let me help. Please?” You reached out toward him, waiting for Diego to let you treat him.

“You just had a nightmare, let me take care of you.”

“This’ll help me. Promise. I just wanna be sure you’re alright.”

The dark-haired vigilante yielded then, allowing you to tug the turtleneck up and over his head. He was right--only a few bruises blossomed darkly on his skin, most of which were scattered on his arms. You did what you usually did for his bruises, pressing a feather-light kiss to each of them. There wasn’t much else you could do. When you were finished, you let him pull you back into his lap, the new position allowing you to kiss along his jaw, across his cheeks, on the tip of his nose, taking your time as you traced his features with your lips. He reciprocated easily, his lips falling wherever they could reach as you moved unhurriedly. One of your hands slid into his soft hair, threading through the short strands.

“Are you ever… gonna… kiss me… properly?” he asked between slow presses of his lips.

“Mmmmm, you’d like that, huh?” You pulled back a bit, nudging against his nose.

His grin turned soft as his palm came to rest on the side of your neck, his thumb stroking along your jaw. Lazily, Diego leaned toward you, pressing his lips against your own. The kiss was slow and sweet, both of you relaxing into each other. The last of your doubts and worries slipped away, reassured by his gentle embrace, by the soft side he saved only for you. Your hands found their way to his cheeks, holding him there as you tried to offer him the same affection he offered you.

You parted too soon for your taste, though neither of you went far, still breathing the same air. If you were honest with yourself, you were starting to fall back asleep in his arms, finally at ease. He rubbed his thumb across your jaw a final time before moving his hand to squeeze one of yours briefly. Tiredly, he flopped back on the bed, tugging you down to lay on his chest.

“Sleep now, I’ve got you.”

“I love you.” You turned your head more into him so you could press a kiss to his chest, though the need for sleep was quickly catching up to you.

“Love you too.” The words were mumbled into your hair, followed by a kiss, and they were the last thing you heard as you drifted off.

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backtothestart02 · 4 years ago

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If Only She Knew - 7/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: An angsty mess. Enjoy! lol.

Commissioned by @jennlee44

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing.

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Chapter 7 -

She ran to get her dad who was perched on his beach chair, pointed Barry out to him, and once she was sure he had spotted him, she ran back into the lake.

Joe was briefly confused. “Iris, wa- Aren’t you gonna…?”

But she was too far gone and splashing too loudly to hear him, so he shook his head and muttered something Barry could only imagine was about not going too far out.

“Son, what in God’s name happened?” Joe asked, concern rather than panicked over Barry’s scratched up feet and knees. The sand lightly covered them and made for more painful movement when Barry tried to bend and flex.

Barry looked up at him and sheepishly explained how there had been unexpectedly sharp rocks where he and Iris were running, and how the first set of them had sent them toppling over onto the sand.

“Jesus.” His ran his hand over his face and gingerly got Barry to his feet. “Can you bend your knees a little? It’s not exactly a short distance from here to our spot on the beach.”

“Oh, yeah,” Barry squeaked. “I’ll be fine.”

But one step and he nearly folded, the sand having coated the cuts and making the pain worse.

Barry sucked in a breath of air through his teeth.

“Okay, okay,” Joe said, gently helping Barry back to a sitting position on the sand. “You stay here.” Barry nodded. “I’ll go get some clean water and the first aid kit. We’ll have you patched up in no time.”

Barry forced a smile and nodded.

“Okay. Thanks, Joe.”

Joe shook his head, marveling at Barry’s wounds for a moment.

“It’s a miracle Iris didn’t get hurt. What do you think stopped her?”

“Uh…I think she just…tripped on top of me after I fell, so I…I cushioned her, I think.”

Joe nodded slowly, slightly suspicious as to what that had looked like and meant, at least for Barry. But he accepted the explanation since Barry had nothing more to say.

“Right. Okay, I’ll be back.”

Joe jogged lightly across the beach, gathered supplies and was back before Barry could even think to move again. Joe watched him like a hawk from that point on, making sure he didn’t move a muscle while the cold water, Neosporin, and bandages were applied. Barry hissed in pain but tried to keep his reaction under control so Barry wouldn’t worry too much. After all, he wasn’t bleeding that excessively. The cuts should be cleared up within a day or two at the most.

And that was how Barry wound up sitting on a beach chair under a large multi-colored umbrella in the sand, watching Joe and Iris build sandcastles down by the shore.

Iris was very particular about how her sandcastles should be made. In fact, she probably would’ve been happier if Joe had made a separate sandcastle and they’d competed to see who made the best one. Barry would judge, of course, and Iris would win. Not just because she was his best friend who he was also madly in love with, but because she was an expert sandcastle builder. Both Joe and Barry paled in comparison when it came to their sandcastle-making skills.

Under normal circumstances, Barry would either compete against her or build with her, and Joe would judge. But these were not normal circumstances. These circumstances involved him not only being injured physically and able to really move around in the sand, but he’d been an absolute idiot and not kissed Iris West back when she surprised him by pressing her lips to his after they fell over the sharp rocks.

He didn’t know how to make up for it, but he knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Iris was embarrassed and she was convinced his inability to act in time meant he didn’t feel the same way. He knew exactly how she acted under those circumstances. She avoided. She avoided constantly. And when she wasn’t avoiding she was heartbreakingly vulnerable to the point that you just didn’t know if there was anything you could say that would make her feel better.

And to top it all off, he couldn’t tell Joe, his number one confidant when it came to all things Iris – though he still hadn’t told him how he felt about her. That was one secret he intended to take to his grave. That was, of course, until Iris made it blatantly obvious that she had feelings for him.

That still didn’t mean he was going to tell Joe, though. He’d split up their sleeping arrangements for sure, afraid them sleeping so near to each other risked pregnancy; and damn if his baby girl was going to get pregnant on his watch, even it was by the only boy he approved of in the present and the future.

In that tent was the only place Barry was going to get through to Iris and talk to her about what had happened on the beach. She’d probably pretend to be asleep or cry. Or both. But she wouldn’t be able to run away from him. She would have to at least hear him out.

Did that mean he’d have to tell her he was in love with her?

Oh, God.

In a tent? On a camping trip? After she made the first move and he failed to reciprocate?

That was not how he had imagined telling her at all.

Under the circumstances that he would tell her.

Oh, boy. He did not know if he was up for this. After all, it could mean risking their entire friendship. Over one kiss? One miraculous kiss. He still remembered the pressure of her lips against his, those beautiful, luscious lips he’d dreamed of kissing one day.

Damn it to hell, he’d have to risk it.

Iris Ann West was his best friend, but he also firmly believed she was his soulmate. He was going to fix this. Tonight.

…

It was worse than he thought.

The day at the beach had been cut short by Iris getting upset that Joe wasn’t doing his part in making the best possible sandcastle with her. She stomped all over it, walked back to their spot on the beach, ignored Barry when he asked her what was wrong, and strutted back to the campsite.

Joe told Barry what happened as soon as he reached him, and then of course pushed him to gather up the supplies and head back as fast as he could – that his wounds would allow.

“Honey, wait a minute. Would you just slow down? Let’s talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. And you can slow down yourself. I’m just going back to the campsite.”

Well, Iris did not just go back to the campsite. She also grabbed her bike to presumably go take a shower at the bathrooms near the entrance – those were the nice ones. Only, she was gone an hour, and even Iris didn’t take that long taking a shower.

“I’m going to go check out those bathrooms,” Joe said, prepared to take his own bike and barge into the Ladies’ room.

“Joe, I don’t thin-” Barry protested, and was soon added in by Iris who suddenly showed up in cozy clothes and the flip-flops she’d left in.

“Barry’s right, Dad. I’m right here.”

He was briefly elated. That was the first time she’d said his name all afternoon since the ‘incident’.

It didn’t last, though.

“Young lady, have you been showering this whole time?”

She scoffed. “Of course not. You know I don’t take that long of a shower. Those stalls were icky anyway.” She scrunched up her nose.

“Then where the hell have you been?” Joe demanded.

“No need to raise your voice, Dad. I’m here now.”

“Iris Ann West, where did you go?”

She sighed dramatically. “Just took a lap around the lake on my bike. That’s it. Okay? God.”

Joe’s eyes widened, and so did Barry’s. Iris could be rebellious in theory, but it was usually behind her dad’s back, not to his face.

“Get in your tent.”

She scoffed. “What?”

“Get in your tent right now.”

“What did I-”

“Iris,” Barry warned under his breath, and she shot him a glare.

“Go,” Joe ordered, and she dramatically spun around and went into the tent, zipping it hard and fast behind her and miraculously not catching her finger in it.

“I didn’t do anything,” she muttered on her way.

Joe shook his head after she’d quieted down and was no doubt pouting on top of her sleeping bag.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into her. I was doing the best I could on that damn sandcastle.”

Barry swallowed.

“Do you know?” He turned to look at Barry who pretended to not notice. “Bear.”

“Hmm?” He looked over at him. “Oh, what? Me? Nope. I have no idea, Joe. It’s just…” He looked away towards the tent. “Weird.”

Joe sat down in a chair and sighed.

“Maybe she’s…” He lowered his voice. “On her period?”

Barry blushed fiercely, unable to find the words to answer.

The sound of a zipper unzipping quickly was suddenly heard and Iris popped her head out of the tent.

“I am not on my period,” she seethed, then quickly shut herself back in the tent again.

Joe looked back at Barry.

“Guess not?” Barry offered.

Joe pressed two fingers to his forehead.

“I’m gonna take a nap.”

Barry nodded. “I would but…” He gestured towards the tent with the currently angry Iris in it.

“You can sleep in mine if you’d like to, son,” Joe said. “I can always sleep in the hammock.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

“Suit yourself.”

And so, he did. And by the time dinner rolled around, Iris had calmed down and was acting like nothing had happened. Joe managed to squeeze an apology out of her when Barry left to change into more comfortable clothes. It was difficult though, so there was still some tension when Barry returned, but he was confident that all would be well after their conversation tonight. If he had anything to say about it, at least.

Iris excused herself for bed after toasting just one marshmallow that evening. She didn’t even make a s’more out of it. Barry excused himself shortly after, because she was not going to be asleep by the time he made his grand gesture.

“You sure, son?” Joe asked as he was leaving. “You don’t want to wait until…you know who is asleep?” He lowered his voice to a whisper.

Barry shook his head.

“I’m gonna try to talk to her.”

Joe’s eyes widened, but he nodded anyway.

“Don’t stay up too late.”

“You either,” he joked lightly, but it was quiet, and Joe was already looking up at the stars through the trees, so Barry figured he probably hadn’t heard him.

As he had suspected, Iris was turned away towards the wall of the tent on her side and was pretending to be asleep when he stepped inside the tent. He went along with it till he was tucked into his own sleeping bag and then turned on the light between them.

A slight irritated moan was heard from her end, so he knew for sure she wasn’t sleeping.

“Iris.”

She tried to level out her breathing, so her body wasn’t moving so quickly with each breath.

“Iris, I know you’re not sleeping.”

She tried to snore. Barry had to suppress laughter. He just barely managed it.

“That’s the worst snore I’ve ever heard.”

She made to kick him from inside her sleeping bag, but she’d moved herself so far away from his that she ended up hitting nothing instead and looking foolish.

“Aiming for something?” he asked, amused.

“Jerk,” she muttered.

“Oh. She speaks.”

She huffed, then turned towards him.

“What do you want, Barry?”

“I want to know why you’re taking out what happened between us out on your dad.”

Her jaw dropped.

“And Iris…” He tried to reach for her, but she moved out of the way. He sighed. “Are you going to avoid me forever? We’re best friends.”

She frowned, apparently not knowing what to do with that.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I know you don’t, but-”

She turned around in her sleeping bag again and faced the wall.

“Goodnight, Barry.”

“Iris-”

“You don’t have to go hiking with me on Friday anymore, Barry. I know you never wanted to, anyway.”

“Iris, I want to go with you!”

“No, you don’t. You were just doing it because I begged. And you can’t now anyways, because of your cuts.”

“They’ll be healed up in a couple days. That leaves plenty of time between then and Friday.”

“Please go to sleep, Barry.” She sniffled.

Darn it. She was crying.

“Iris, please��please don’t cry.”

She flinched hard when he touched her shoulder lightly.

“Please stop, Barry.”

He sighed and relented.

“Okay, Iris. I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to.”

That made Iris shake, and Barry knew she was fighting not to cry out loud. And it was all because of him, and his stupid lack of kissing reciprocation. Ugh. He hated himself.

“Goodnight, Iris,” he whispered, then turned the light off and turned towards his side of the tent to fall asleep.

Somehow Iris fell asleep before him. He stayed awake for hours, wondering how this camping trip could possibly improve for the better when he’d already ruined it so sufficiently.

Unable to fall asleep while next to her, he finally got up quietly and snuck out of the tent. One of the doors was left open in the car and there was a pillow and blanket inside from the ride up, so Barry took both and scrunched together his tall, lanky frame as best as he could to sleep in the car.

Hopefully, things would look better in the morning. Somehow…

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*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.

#westallen #fanfiction #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #if only she knew #chapter 7 #teen wa au #fic commission #for jennlee44

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maddiethebull · 5 years ago

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17 w/ Gavin? 💜

YES YES!! I love birdcop to n o end!!!!!! Thank you for making this request!!

Gavin (MLQC) - Prompt #17 - “You know what? Shut up. Kiss me.”

You woke up peacefully on Friday morning. You heard the birds chirping as the sun sent its rays through the shades on your window, a good morning of sorts, you thought to yourself. Your eyes adjusted to properly see those warm rays, reminding you of the one thing wrong with this otherwise serene morning. Gavin was not there. Of course, you didn’t expect him to be, as many times as you’d wished to wake up and see him lying right next to you, you thought it could never happen. You’d never told your high school crush how you felt, you were too scared to ruin your friendship because, after all, Gavin was your best friend. He was the one who looked out for you, he was the one who brought you soup when you were sick, he was the one who sat through hours of rom-coms when you were heartbroken, he was the one who made you feel like a silly teenager again and it was just like flying up in the air with him. It was peace being with him and you dared not do anything that could disrupt that.

*DING*

Your phone went off and speak of the devil. It was a text from him. And then it went off again… and again? you picked it up to see just what he was going on about.

“Goog Morning MC!”

“wait, no, Good Moming MC!”

“G O O D M O R N I N G!”

“There, I typed it perfevtly”

“fuck.”

You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself, this man can’t cease to be adorable. Then the smile faded from your face as you read his last message

“I want to see yuu today, let’s spend the day togethrr.”

Though you should’ve been happy, you knew what that text meant, despite its quite adorable typo, it made you feel sad. It meant that Gavin would be going on a mission soon, a long mission. You’d received it twice before and you hadn’t the heart reveal to Gavin that you’d figured out that it meant he was going to be leaving for a long time. You messaged him,

“LOL Good Morning! :3 Sure thing, of course I’d want to spend the day together!”

You rolled out of bed to get ready for the day. As you turned the shower on and got ready to get in, you had nagging thoughts about telling Gavin what you really felt for him. You’ve thought this over many, many times and you’d always tell yourself that you’d get around to it someday. The warm water cascaded down you like summer rain and then you paused. You were frozen in time as it crept into your mind – what if someday is too late? Your eyes burned, you didn’t know if it was tears or shampoo. No, don’t think like that, MC. But you couldn’t stop this train of thought from veering off track and crashing into your heart.

You spent the rest of your time getting ready trying to relax. You didn’t want to show him how worried you were, you didn’t want him to feel bad for just doing his job. As you finished your makeup with your favorite lip-gloss, the doorbell rang.

You opened the door for Gavin and he smiled like the sun.

“Hey, I got you some coffee.”

You looked at him worriedly,

“Gavin, what happened to your face why do you have a bandage on your eyebrow and your lip?”

His smile faded just a little bit before he brought it right back. He didn’t want to see you worried either.

“It’s just a scratch, okay?” His tender tone and that sincere look in his eyes made your heart melt. When will he learn that he needs to protect himself just as much as he protects you?

You sigh, “okay, come on in and let me re-bandage that eyebrow, you’ve miraculously put the bandage on wrong,” you snicker to yourself and just before you turn away you catch a smile creep onto Gavin’s lips, and this smile, unlike before, was genuine. A sight that you cherished and wished to see more of.

“Have a seat on the couch I’ll grab the first aid kit from the closet.” And off you went, leaving him with a polite smile.

When you left the living room, Gavin put his head in his hands. How was he supposed to tell you yet again that he was going on a long mission? He didn’t want to see that look on your face again. The look that silently plead for him to not leave your side. If only you knew how much he’d wished for the same thing, how many sleepless nights he’s worried about you, wondering if you’re safe, wishing he could just be there by your side to know you’re not only safe, but safe in his arms. He sighed and leaned back into the couch. You re-emerged from your room with the first aid kit and sat next to him.

“Turn your face to me,” you said moving your hand to guide his chin to you. He blushed at your touch and almost reached his own hand to touch yours, but he couldn’t do it. You took off the bandage on his eyebrow and he winced when you applied the alcohol pad to his skin.

“Sorry, Gavin.”

He smiled at you, “It’s okay.”

You were silent while putting the bandage on him. You still had that lingering feeling of sadness knowing that you wouldn’t be able to see him for a while. He must’ve noticed the look on your face because he broke the silence, saying,

“MC, I have to tell you something…”

“I know,” you said bluntly, “you’re going away on a mission.”

He was taken aback by your quick response.

“I- I’m sorry…” He didn’t know what else to say.

You scoffed, you didn’t mean to but your emotions were coming to a boiling point. He was sorry? That’s all he could say when he possibly wouldn’t come back? How were you supposed to respond?

“You know, it is my job, so I can’t not go on this mission, MC. Again, I’m sorry that I have to leave but I can’t just skip out.”

Oh, now he’d done it. Both of you were very emotional to begin with, and him having to leave only added to that and now you were scoffing at him and he was making a blunt reply. It didn’t matter that he had to go, it didn’t matter that you knew he was genuinely sorry, it didn’t matter that you knew none of this was his fault, you just couldn’t help getting angry as the sadness and frustration mixed together inside of you. You couldn’t help but release these feelings.

“I never said you should skip out,” you said in a not so nice tone.

He sighed, “It feels like you imply that every time I get sent on a mission and you know I can’t do anything about that.” He raised his voice slightly. You couldn’t stand how you felt, how you were going to feel when he left.

“Gavin, I just don’t want you to get hurt!” you shouted at him.

“Surprise surprise, I don’t want to get hurt either! But if it means protecting you then-”

“Then what? You don’t care if you get hurt? You don’t care if you end up dying trying to protect me?”

His face softened as you spoke, tears rolling out of your eyes.

“Of course I care about that, I-”

Without thinking, you cut him off, “Gavin I love you.” You knew that if you didn’t say it, you might never get the chance to. Gavin had a look of pure shock on his face, the girl of his dreams just said that she loved him, so why couldn’t he speak, why couldn’t he say ‘I love you too’? His silence told you that the feelings were not reciprocated, so what do you do now? You quickly realized what you said and you stuttered, not knowing how to remedy the situation,

“I mean, I- I- I mean I care about you and- and I- I-”

“You know what? Shut up. Kiss me.” He said as he pulled you in close, the heat of his lips smashing against yours in the throws of passion made you gasp. He pulled away, a blushing mess, neither of you could believe he’d just done that! Without a second thought you pulled him back to you, kissing him tenderly, both of you saying “I love you” without words and meaning it more than anything in the world. The two of you spent the dimming day together. Even though your heart ached at the thought of him leaving, your mind was at ease. No matter what happened, he would know that you loved him and you would know that he loved you.

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grxceblqckthxrn · 5 years ago

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hi @chocolatecarstairs came up with these post-CHOG questions and i really want to answer them because im sad that im finished reading it :((

MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW

what was your favorite part, 1 or 2?

Honestly I loved both parts, but I’d say I loved part two just a little bit more for the time that James wasn’t under the curse anymore and LOVED Cordelia

which scene in the book was your favorite?

EVERY scene that had Matthew and James being wholesome parabatai in it!!! my favourite chapter in this book was Blue Ruin, the one after Grace takes the bracelet back from James (aside from the whispering room ofc).

what scene (or scenes) made you cry the most?

ok ngl i didnt spend much of this book crying, but the only scene that actually made me tear up was when james was dying and matthew could feel it and jesse (WHO I FUCKING LOVED MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD) gave him his last breath :(((((

what scenes were unsatisfactory?

there were not enough Christopher scenes (but to be fair, even if the entire book was just Christopher it still wouldnt be enough for me)

but fr, i cant think of any off the top of my head but i’ll edit this if i do later

what made you laugh the most?

matthew!! james!! thomas!! christopher!! also some of the things Jesse said

what bored you?

this wasn’t boring, but the whole charles/alastair plot line didn’t have me very invested. I did love the alastair/ cordelia scenes tho, so it was just charles that was the problem

also no offense to james bc he was my first actual fictional crush after reading TMH/NBS but like whenever he talked about being in grace i would literally zone out lol the bracelet curse makes him so boring but whenever he isnt in the curse/ is with someone who is NOT grace i just!! love him!!

what disappointed you?

cassie honestly had me kinda shipping matthew/cordelia for a solid FIVE SECONDS there when he stepped in to dance with her after james left her standing there, but that was one of the only scenes that made me feel like they had natural chemistry (along with the scene where he drops her off at her house). I felt like the during the rest of their interactions in the book, cordelia was kind of uncomfortable, which made me really sad because even tho she has every right to feel that way, i felt bad for matthew. I kind of want him to fall for someone else completely and for it to be reciprocated. also, i just really want for matthew and cordelia to become good friends because i feel like they could have such great natural chemistry if matthew didnt love her.

what is the top thing you wish had been done differently?

see above.

what things did you predict that came true?

JAMES BURNING DOWN BLACKTHORN MANOR I FUCKING SAID HE WOULD DO IT TWO FUCKING YEARS AGO IF YALL WANT ME TO LINK THE THEORY LMK

what are some things that were really unexpected?

ok there’s quite a few things here so bear w me babes:

- James genuinely loving cordelia from the start. I wasn’t expecting him to naturally feel nothing for grace at all, so i was expecting a slow burn jordelia, but finding out that he actually loves her makes me so happy but the end where cordelia thinks he was just pretending breaks my heart :(((

-matthew liking cordelia lol definitely was not expecting another parabatai love triangle but i hope it doesnt last. i do think it adds to the plot and i love it, it just hurts to see matthew so emo :(((

-I was expecting to like cordelia as a character, but i ended up LOVING her so fucking much???? she’s so three dimensional to me, and it’s interesting to see how her personality adapts around different characters as people adapt around different social circles irl

-liking jesse as much as i did

-ok so james’ entire character was a surprise to me. it’s so fascinating to see how the bracelet actually affected his personality.If you recall him in The Midnight Heir from TBC. he’s like an entirely different person. i still loved him in TMH but i went into CHOG thinking that if he was gonna be like that the entire time i’d probably get over him really quickly. i was pleasantly surprised by how much i ended up loving him even more tho

-i didn’t expect oliver hayward to die and im going to stay emo about it

- Christopher is so much more clear headed than he was made out to be prior?? like there were so many scenes where he was fully there and when he defended anna to alastair i just kfdsnfkld i love him

are there characters that you didn’t like before that you like now?

yikes umm... Alastair, maybe? he’s somewhat okay to me now, I dont dislike him as much as I used to. ooh and Hypatia Vex. the only scene i remember liking her in QOAAD was when she helped out kit, ty and dru (me, going a whole TSC post without somehow mentioning kit? not possible)

are there characters that you liked before that you don’t like now?

I started CHOG ready to give Grace the benefit of the doubt, and I was surprised by how timid and shy she seemed at the start, but it was interesting to see how it was all an act and how she doesn’t have an actual personality yet. one could argue that she actually does love james, but i doubt it at this point. i dont hate her yet, even tho she IS fucking up james’ life, but she’s on thin fucking ice.

who was your favorite new character?

does new character mean completely new or just never been in a novella new? because for the first, it would be Cordelia (i LOVE her sm!!) and other wise it would be james, matthew and co. also!!! jesse!!

what places in the book would you like to visit?

that hell dimension sounds pretty lit ngl

did you like the ending?

ok so. we KNOW that jordelia is gonna be endgame. cassandra clare always takes the hardest path to get there, but when has she not delivered? it’s just a matter of waiting. so, yes, i did like the ending in sense of the plot because it was a great twist, but i also feel really bad for all of them even tho ik they’re eventually gonna be together :(((

what did you think of the epilogue?

i wasnt surprised, since we alr know that Tatiana is shady asf, but i just really wanna know how she partnered up with a GREATER demon like lol wtf. again, im really happy in terms of plot with this

what are your thoughts on the engagement?

i feel so. fucking bad. for cordelia. and james too, even tho he’s under the bracelet’s curse so he doesnt even KNOW he’s being manipulated. but i love how even through the curse, james still loves cordelia in his own way.

what did you want to see that didn’t happen?

matthew getting therapy periodt

umm honestly i just want more “merry thieves” content like i just love. all of them.

what do you wish had been resolved that wasn’t?

i really want matthew to tell james or cordelia what happened because i just need him to be loved and supported lol i want to give him a hug.

what is your favorite pairing as of now?

jordelia!!! and lucie and jesse are kind cute rn, and i like them if theyre gonna be pining after eachother but i feel like if they actually get together i wont like the relationship as much.

which characters would you like to see more of in the next book?

CHRISTOPHER CHRISTOPHER CHRISTOPHER

ANNA!!! i lovED reading about her she’s so badass

matthew!! jesse!! also i wanna see more of those bitchy girls lol just so we can see anna or cordelia tell them to stfu

what is one character whose death you would undo if you could?

ok i know that jesse is still very much a conscious character despite being dead but like,,, i want him to be the way he was before and also i want him to come back to life

and barbara!! she seemed so sweet

which characters got bad/unsatisfactory endings?

ummm barbara? i cant really say much on this yet bc its still only the first book and when has the first book ever ended up with anyone being happy.

oh but also can we sign a petition to make cassie let matthew actually survive the series because my heart aches just at the THOUGHT of eventually having to read a scene where he dies

which characters got what they deserved?

literally. none of them yet. :(

who should have died but didn’t?

Tatiana lol also lowkey charles but i also feel pity him to an extent

what plotline are you most excited to see in the next book?

okay the entire jesse plot has me hooked because i LOVE his character. also i love the bracelet plot but its making me MAD because i just want james to be happy but

what is one scene that you wish hadn’t happened, but you know was unavoidable?

THE ONE WHERE GRACE PUTS THE BRACELET BACK ON JAMES. i mean obv there was no way he was completely done with grace, but i literally got so sad at that part like why HIM of all people smfh let him be happy

which pairing do you like the least?

alastair x charles, grace x james, lucie x matthew bc neither of them actually like either imo lol

what are some theories you have for chain of iron?

- not necessarily for COI but i think matthew is gonna get exiled and turned into made into a mundane

- the bracelet will break (?)

- jesse will come back to life (like actual life) at the end of the book

-grace is gonna do something to help the main characters, making it hard for us to hate her.

what characters do you think should have gotten more plot time?

lol are yall gonna hate me if i say christopher again (also anna)

anyways this was really fun!!!!! PLEASE ASK ME STUFF ABOUT MY OPINIONS AND STUFF OR JUST SAY ANYTHING ABT THE BOOK BC IM DESPERATE TO TALK TO PPL ABOUT IT

#chain of gold spoilers #chain of gold #james herondale #Cordelia Carstairs #Matthew Fairchild #lucie herondale #anna lightwood #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #charles fairchild #christopher lightwood #grace blackthorn #jesse blackthorn #tatiana blackthorn #the last hours #tlh #cassandra clare #the last hours spoilers #chog spoilers

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ofseymour · 5 years ago

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𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊 * / 𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊

001. describe your characters’ relationship with their mother or father, or both. minimum word count: 150.

tba.

002. what are your characters’ most prominent physical features? what is a feature that they are most insecure about? what are they proudest of?

it’s been long since isolde has regarded her body as something to revel ( or agonize over ). she likes the ambiguity of her features, how it tricks the general molding of the english, and ventures into marginal territories, burgundian, southern, traitorous. not insecure per se, since she inhabits all aspects of womanhood with ease, all but one: childbearing. she struggles against fertility, rather than towards it: the idea of giving birth has discomfited and unnerved her ever since she was young. it only increases tenfold with age, and so the duchess longs for the time when such worries will be rendered moot by nature’s course.

003. how vain is your character? do they find themselves attractive? what is their worst flaw, and are they aware of it?

she might have grown to be vain if she did not have isabel as a childhood companion. the other woman’s beauty was so stark, so undeniable, and it embodied so many characteristics of desire as well as distant grace, that isolde found herself to be a lukewarm contrast. it was not a comparison that bothered her in the least: isabel’s beauty was a thing to be mirrored at times, but not held over your entire life. it was, like all heavenly boon, a burden. to carry that beauty would’ve required a strength and a determination she did not possess.

004. what is your character’s ranking on the kinsey scale?

a three before her marriage with charles, as emotional bonds were always more readily established with women. she was very fond of all her fellow ladies in waiting when she belonged to the retinue of the old queen, and now she is even more invested in the lives of the younger women she must govern. after her union, it veers towards a two; the idea of becoming involved with someone who would serve no purpose to either isabel or to their duchy seems rather absurd.

005. describe your character’s happiest memory. minimum word count: 150.

tbd. ( i sense a pattern )

006. is there one event in your characters’ life that they would like to erase from their past? why? minimum word count: 200.

tbd.

007. let’s talk favourites! what is their favourite colour, food, and season? what, in a modern setting, would be your character’s favourite song?

she is very fond of cream-white, the nuance you would see, for example, on lacework embroidery and church veils, as opposed to the glacial white of gauze and diamond.

as anyone who spent their childhood winters at court, she is fond of all tastes that forged an unwitting association with the feast days: sweetmeats, sugared almonds, poached fruit.

anything by soccer mommy but with a tad less nostalgia.

008. can you define a turning point in your character’s life?

the first time she understood that it wasn’t only the king’s heart isabel wanted, but also the certainty such a love could secure. the risks she evaluated (and of which she’d been warned by members of their circle) and still deciding to help nonetheless. the acknowledgement that nothing can compare with proximity to a world on the bring of change, except perhaps the sworn devotion to what has still stayed the same.

009. is your character an early morning bird or a night owl? at what time do they get most of their work done?

devotedly a morning bird. even when she had to stay awake through the late, informal parties tat took place in the private quarters of richmond palace, observing and tailing the ends of conversations like licks of flame, she was still adamant on getting up as early as possible.

010 a. what other character, a npc or someone apart of the rp, is your character completely real with? who knows them best, has seen them at their most vulnerable, knows their innermost and basest fears? (b. if your character does not have this person, why? do they long for one?)

charles in recent years, but overall isabel. while her own brother kept to the sidelines and permitted isolde to associate with whoever she pleased, it was out of a lack of true understanding rather than a surplus of it. the older seymour never really did comprehend her; not that it would’ve been possible, when isabel had already taken that role for herself.

011. is your character a neat or messy person?

organized from the standpoint of mental information and daily responsibilities, and certainly preaching tidiness to the ladies she has under her wing, but sometimes erratic with trivial belongings (sheaves of materials, ribbons, letter kits).

012. does your character have any irrational fears or phobias?

nothing other than the common ladylike train of vermin, seasonal diseases creeping into the palace, statute ruin. unless you count childbirth as an irrational fear, in which case, yes.

013. does your character have an underlying passion or trait that influences all aspects of their life?

her need to preserve the status and privileges of those around her. they are inextricably linked with her own: there is no place where charles ends and she begins, no choices isabel makes that does not tug at her own strings. it is not sacrifice, it is not martyrdom. it the mutual egotism that sustains their love, separate and colluded, carnal and platonic.

014. what might your character’s ideal romantic person be?

certainly not charles lmao but she has stopped thinking about that ideal for so long that she no longer has any reliable memories. it might have been anyone: the isolde that concocted it, that breathed lifelikeness into its specter with her own desire, no longer exists. not because of some loss, of an identity shaken by something so great that it has no choice but to shift, but due to the normal workings of the world. the choices she made for herself (was allowed to make for herself) as a woman changed the wishes she’s safeguarded as a girl.

015. describe your character’s hands. are they small, long, calloused, smooth, stubby, dexterous or clumsy? do they wear any jewelry and would they wear polish in a modern setting?

in a modern setting they would wear clear nail polish with a top coat. the sort that almost escapes their glance and certainly the sort that’s easily maintained. as it is, her nails are cut short and kept clean, and her hands are small, powdered, entirely within the confines of the ordinary. they work mediocre well with tasks such as embroidery and are far more suited for cerebral purposes like signatures and different calligraphy styles.

016. how does your character smell? what is their favourite scent?

she is fond of heady, earthly smells, like wood and incense; fragrances that are strong but flowing, associated with the things around them rather than drawing attention for themselves.

017. how would your muse describe their religious beliefs?

pragmatic with a twist (some would call that consciousness, others weakness. she loves people from both those sides.)

018. what rules does your muse live by, if any?

see 013. and like half my bio lol (unbelievable i cbf to reiterate even for my own sake)

019. does your muse overshare, or are they more private?

she can easily give the impression of oversharing when she congresses with the ladies of the queen’s household. however, it rarely happens on its own, or with people from which she expects no reciprocating information. she made that mistake several times in the past with her own brother, and as endearing as the duke of somerset was, he was not one of them.

020. is your muse a gossiper? are they more likely to argue with their fists or tongue? what does their voice sound like?

gossiper druid class, rolls 20 on tongue attack.

021. is your muse a … pessimist or optimist … lover or fighter … believer in happy endings … believer in love at first sight?

she believes in people designing the type of love that’s easiest for them to bear. those who need the comfort of destiny, divinity, external pillars to lay their heads against, rely on love at first sight. some rely on the sanctity of marriage - undeceivable, unyielding. other find comfort in opposite corners: in the absence of love, the impermanence of happiness, the war waged against all things everlasting. she no longer concerns herself with which is true. perhaps she never had: charles and isabel have long settled such dilemmas for her.

022. what sense of humour does your character have?

optimal according to situation. she is not a great wit (think og anne boleyn) but nor is she ignorant to the subtrends and styles in courtly conversation. she is usually most comfortable when throwing back-and-forth remarks with charles or witnessing his sparring matches with isabel, and more often than not she finds things to contribute herself. but she would never try to replicate that sense of humor and intellectual acumen with most members of court.

023. what bad habits does your character have?

complacency, egotism, lack of desire to change perspective, often false certainty, duplicity, drawing out private information, outright lying, us against them mentality.

024. how does your character feel about growing old?

see 002. though she is plagued by conventional concerns such as her husband’s interest in her over the years (at no point in her life did isolde think her unorthodoxy exempts her from the woes of regular women) she finds the scales to be rather in her favor. the idea that she will not risk pregnancy, or an untimely death, is far more appealing than the risk of charles taking up five times more mistresses than decency allows. if she finds she has lost more than she has gained with old age, she will cross that bridge when it shows. she just usually doubts it will.

025. does your character prefer adventure to safety and security?

she married a man that wants to restructure at least 4 governing systems in europe and is mortally devoted to a woman that’s literally just been poisoned..... choose for yourself

#Ⅰ.「 ɢᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ 」 ⇢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ .#crhs.challenge

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thephantomofthe-internet · 7 years ago

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I Know

Billy Hargrove x reader

Description: another late night drive with Billy, another revelation

Word count: 16k

Warnings: swearing (I swear a lot, sorry), abuse mention

A/N: so this is my first fic! it’s based off another fic I read that I think someone wrote for Hargroovin’s 2k special but idk it may have been for someone else’s thing, if I find it, I’ll add a link. Anyway, it was really good and based off the prompt line “Oh, I already know that you love me. “ and after I finished reading it I rage wrote a fic because the ending the author gave wasn’t the one I imagined. So, yeah that’s where all this comes from. ALSO, since this is my first fic, I have like no one to tag so I’m gonna tag some writers on here whose work I like and admire, sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged but too bad! I like you and want your support (lol seriously though if you want to be untagged, message me and I’ll do it)

Also, ignore my shitty theme on desktop, I haven’t updated it in years and i’m too lazy to bother with it now!

Oh and, because it’s necessary to say before we begin-I DON’T SUPPORT BILLY! HE’S AN ASSHAT WHO MAY OR MAY NOT BE RACIST (I TOTALLY SEE IT BUT I GET THE READING SOME HAVE THAT HE ISN’T, IT KIND OF EASY TO SEE TOO)!

TAGS (I’m tagging the writers who inspire me because...well I can and they probably won’t read it anyone):

@letmeletmetrashyourlove @dacrethehalls @upsidedown-rightsideup @hairringtonsteve @kingharringt0n @steveharringtonofficial @stevesharrlngtons @hargroovin @flamehairedwritings @lovelydacre@gutterdreams @tehnardier @stevesdacre (Dottie’s back and she has no idea who I am but I love her and want her attention in case she leaves again!)

(someone please notice me I’m desperate for attention)

You and Billy had snuck out. Again. For the third time that week alone. This was not a good habit to be getting into. But how could you say no with the king of Hawkins throwing rocks at your window? He’d just try to climb onto your roof again and he nearly died trying the first time. Besides, why would you wanna stay cooped up in your stuffy bedroom when you could be in Billy’s car speeding off to God knows where, his hand gripping your thigh, wind whipping your hair around your face from the window he always left open, even in the dead of winter.

You and Billy had been dating since October, after you found him stumbling around, looking for his step-sister. You didn’t ask what happened that night and he didn’t tell you what he saw, but he did seem to be actively staying out of his sister’s way, which seemed to mutually beneficial.

Except on nights like tonight.

Billy had starting throwing rocks at your window at ten, which was not a good sign. If Billy wanted to do something, he’d call. If he needed help, the rock throwing started. When you looked out the window, you saw his shadow, illuminated by his headlights and you could already tell that whatever happened wasn’t good.

You snuck out the back door, planning to be back before six am, plenty of time to patch up the boy and get home in one piece. Still in your pyjamas, you ran out to his car, the bottle of water you kept frozen in the back of your freezer clutched in your hand, just in case.

Billy didn’t say anything when he saw you coming up the path to him, but you could tell just by the way his posture changed from his cocky lean to a still relieved slump that he was glad to see you. He needed to see you. Desperately.

You got in the car and drove silently away from your parent’s home and into the forests of Hawkins; the quietest place in the whole town, mainly because nobody bothered to go into the forests this late at night. After all the rumors involving Will Byers and his going missing two years prior, nobody liked to trek in there unless they had to, making it the perfect place to hide out while Billy licked his wounds.

Once he parked, you reached until the passenger’s seat and pulled out the white plastic first aid kit, which you’d hidden there after you realized that the black and blue Billy wasn’t a rarity. There wasn’t a lot of light in the car, but you could make out the bruise forming on Billy’s cheek, a small cut from where Neil’s wedding band struck his cheek already crusting over, the blood long since stopped flowing. You used an alcohol wipe to clean off the crusted blood and dabbed Polysporin on the tiny cut. You hand him the frozen water bottle wordlessly, packing up the kit.

You hated seeing Billy like this, small and quiet and pitiful. He looked so tiny and lifeless, like all the life had been sucked from him. But beyond holding him and cleaning his wounds there wasn’t anything you could do. Billy didn’t want to go to the police, he didn’t want the older man to think that he couldn’t take everything that he threw at him, and he couldn’t leave until he graduated, so the options were scant.

Still, you continued to fulfill your purpose, pulling him close to you, holding him tight as though as he would disappear if you let go. It was an awkward position-Billy and you were leaning over the gear shift, which dug into your abdomen. But Billy wouldn’t change the moment. He relished in having you there, watching over him, putting him first. You never pushed him to talk about it, you made sure that he was comfortable and had room to calm down however he needed to that night. He loved that about you.

He loved you.

That was a terrifying thought to Billy, love. He’d never been in love before, not really. Sure, he’d liked plenty of girls and he’d had girls say that they loved him, but he never reciprocated. He’d always shrug it off, leave them in the dust with crumbling hearts. Thinking about it now, he couldn’t bear the idea of you leaving him broken in your wake. He wanted to apologize to every single one of them, the very idea of heartbreak scaring him so badly.

“I hate him…” Billy muttered into your shoulder. You nodded softly, humming in agreement as you ran your fingers through his greasy curls. You heard him say that so many times that it wasn’t something that even really registered in your head as meaningful words. Of course he hated his father, who wouldn’t? You hated him too, even though you hadn’t officially met him, a fact Billy was taking great care to ensure stayed that way. He refused to have that man hurt you.

“I can’t wait to leave this damn town.” He said, balling his fists into your shirt.

You nodded again “I know, it’s just a little while longer, graduation’s a month away…” The idea of graduating scared you a little. You knew where Billy was going, back to California where all his dreams lay, but you had no idea where you’d be. Billy hadn’t asked you to go with him, he hadn’t even acknowledged you as a part of his plan. But Billy didn’t always realize that he had to fill you in on the plans he made, so you held out hope that he wanted you by his side after his nightmare in Hawkins ended.

“And if you don’t go through with Tommy’s stupid plan of flashing the graduating class, you might actually get to leave this town.” You added, giggling to yourself. Tommy had gotten it into his head that he and Billy had to leave their final mark on Hawkins High and for some reason that meant flashing the people he’d known since he was in preschool, to leave a lasting impression on both his classmates and Hawkins High, though you suspected that Tommy flashing anyone would be a shock of miniscule proportions.

Billy laughed a breathy chuckle, genuine and soft, his voice quiet and gentler than usual. He wasn’t showboating like he did at school; he was being himself, the quiet, intelligent man you knew existed just beyond the mask he wore in public.

“I love you…he muttered into your neck, kissing it softly. He hadn’t expected to tell you that he loved you at all, but especially so casually. He’d hardly even noticed he’d said it until his words caught up with his brain. He waited desperately for an answer, needing some kind of reassurance, just something-anything-to tell him that he was in the right.

“I know.” You reply stoically, holding back a smirk with all your might. You were doing your best Han Solo impression, which you had a suspicion that Billy wouldn’t pick up on. But you couldn’t help it! When else would you get to use such an epic response.

Billy sat up to look at you, eyebrows furrowed in the cutest look of bewilderment you’d ever seen “What the fuck do you mean you know?” he snapped, insecurity filling his voice.

Your giggling pride dropped away when you saw and shock and worry in his face and your took his big, calloused hand in your own, rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand, a sweet smile on your face “Oh, I already know that you love me. I’ve known for awhile now.” you admit shyly, shrugging “You aren’t exactly subtle.”

Billy watched you for awhile, unsure of what to do. You hadn’t said it back. You didn’t say it back. He was certain now-you didn’t love him, this was just the gentle let down he’d been told by so many people to use with girls, a tactic he’d never used himself. It hurt more than just being told straight out that you don’t love him.

You noticed the defeated look in his eye and it confused you for awhile. What was he so upset about? You loved him. You told him…right? You thought back, trying to remember the moment that you were sure had happened. But you couldn’t. Your eyes widened as you realized you hadn’t told him. You’d just drop kicked his venerable heart.

“Shit!” you cried “Billy, I love you! Shit, sorry I forgot that I hadn’t said it before. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging there, I was just so sure you knew and oh God you probably hate me now, what a fucking lousy thing to do, Jesus why on earth does anyone let me in public?-” you were rambling now, face beet red and eyes shifting, too embarrassed to look at him.

But Billy wasn’t really listening. He’d heard what he needed to hear and his heart lifted and filled for the first time in what felt like ages and he grabbed your face, kissing you forcefully, shutting you up instantly. You were so shocked at first that you didn’t kiss back, frozen in place, but then you realized what had happened and how happy he was and you couldn’t help but kiss him back, hands tangling into his hair.

Billy pulled back first, smirking in his signature way that made your heart stop and your mind tell you delicious danger was on the way. “You’re a dork, you know that?” he asked, watching you fondly.

“Yeah, I know, but you love me, remember?” you challenged, elbowing him in the ribs.

Billy rolled his eyes “Yeah, I know princess, I know.”

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sansy-fresh · 7 years ago

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36 and 37 (I had to count, so—the ones about them liking and disliking people in case I counted wrong lol) for Braise, Spark, Stretch, and Cash? (Bonus if they’re liking/disliking each other!)

Lol I do realize this. I’m pretty sure you and Kit jumped on that XD

My Cash changes every time I write for him I swear.

35. How does your character behave around people they like?

Braise: He’s definitely more friendly with people he likes, will even drop some of the natural instinct he has to flirt as much as possible. If its someone he likes romantically, though, he becomes very nervous and fidgety around them. Its usually pretty obvious that he likes whoever it is. He will always deny it though.

Spark: He loves everyone; its actually pretty hard to be someone he doesn’t like. He’s very friendly, though a bit reserved, and is just as flirty as his brother, though his flirting doesn’t really mean anything. If its someone that he likes romantically, he’ll be very shy, but he’ll tell them pretty soon after he’s figured it out himself.

Honey: If he likes you, you’ll know it, because he’ll make the effort to be around you, as painful as it is to be around people in general. If its a romantic like, he’ll likely stay quiet about it. He’s both way too nervous to say anything and absolutely certain they can’t feel the same way.

Cash: He doesn’t make it obvious that he likes anyone, but if you know his tells its a lot easier to parce. If its romantic, he’ll tell whoever it is, even if he doesn’t expect them to reciprocate (often, he doesn’t, though he’ll put up the front that he couldn’t care less).

36. How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Braise: The reason he would dislike Cash is likely because Cash likes to act as if he is better than everyone else. It reminds him of Gaster and that isn’t someone you want to remind him of. They’d get along better once Braise understood that it was an act to cover his insecurity and guilt. Essentially he’d take pot shots at him constantly, try to rile him into a fight.

Spark: If he disliked Cash, it’d probably be because of his often rude and self absorbed behavior. Much like Braise, once he saw past the act he’d feel differently. He would avoid Cash, would likely berate him for his attitude, but he wouldn’t do much more than that.

I really can’t see either brother disliking Honey in a way that would make them act differently around him.

Honey: If he doesn’t like someone, its usually because they cause him anxiety in some way. He’ll avoid them, avoid speaking to them, and will usually stay in a safe place when around them, be it in a spot he’s claimed as his own or around someone that he knows will be there for him.

Cash: If he doesn’t like you, you’ll know it. He’ll let you know, loudly and in front of everyone, regardless of the consequences. And if you even try to get near his brother, you’ll wish you’d never met the lot of them.

#question game #headcanons #Braise and Spark #servantfell #purple swapfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #yep my son is a tsundere #blushu

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Wonho x Reader

Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Language

A/N: THEY’RE GOING ON A WORLD TOUR AND COMING TO L.A. WDNCSOCN I WANT TO GO.

Your POV:

You were sitting on the couch in your apartment actually doing some homework when you heard your phone ringing. You looked down to see that it was a call from Wonho. You bit your lip. You still hadn’t really talked to him or come to terms about his confession. You sighed realizing you can’t just ignore him forever. You picked up your phone and answered.

You could hear loud music in the background. Did he accidentally call you? Or was he drunk calling you? You frowned at the thought “Hello?”

Eventually you heard an all too familiar voice which suddenly made you feel uneasy instead of love. I.M?

Wonho’s POV:

“Where’s Y/N? Why didn’t you bring her to this party. Oh, maybe because you don’t want her to see you sitting here sucking on some other girl’s face?”

I.M scoffed. “Tell her then. I see you haven’t since that one day you caught me. Or does she just not believe you? Some friendship if you ask me.” I.M got up to leave abandoning the girl he was making out with alone.

In which she turned to me, “Great, you made him leave. How will you make that up to me?”

I just laughed and walked away. Looking at my phone to see that Y/N had hung up. Frowning I ran out to my car to rush out to her.

Your POV:

You hung up and tossed your phone across the room. You were feeling angry but mostly at yourself. The denial you were in was big and you couldn’t believe that you let yourself believe he was faithful. You’ve been through this before and yet you still chose to not believe your best friend. You went pacing around unsure of what to do with all your pent up anger. You couldn’t even get yourself to cry due to your anger. You grabbed the plate that was on the coffee table and flung it at the wall in which it shattered. You took deep breaths in and out. Realizing that it actually felt nice so you went to the kitchen and decided to throw things everywhere. Not realizing the cuts on your hands and feet. That was until someone had grabbed you from behind.

Wonho pulled you to him and hugged you tightly. “Stop. Look at what you’re doing.”

You looked around and then at your hands. Then at Wonho who looked concerned and then his face began to blur since tears started to fall.

“How’d you get in?”

“That’s what you ask?” He scoffed attempting at small humor. Then saw your serious face with tears falling, in which he wiped. “I broke the door, sorry.”

He then picked you up and took you out to his apartment just across the ways. Sitting you on the couch. “Stay I’m going to get a first aid kit and then attempt to fix your door so at least it’s shut.”

You nodded with tears still falling. Once Wonho walked out you let yourself cry more. Of course you were hurt by what I.M did to you but you were more hurt at how you treated Wonho who has only ever been there for you and supported you. You couldn’t understand how he could treat you so nicely. You felt a pain in your chest and you grabbed your chest putting your head down to cry.

Wonho POV:

I just placed the door in its place making sure it looked closed and then ran back to get the first aid kit from my bathroom. Coming back to neal on the floor in front of Y/N. Grabbing one of her feet I took out glass pieces I saw then cleaned it with some alcohol and wrapped it. Eventually doing the same to her other foot and hands. Once I finished I looked back up at her noticing tears. I reached out and rubbed her arms. Which only lead to more tears.

“I’m sorry” She mumbled.

“What are you sorry for? I’m sorry you had to go through this again. I’m sorry that I couldn’t end this between the two of you sooner.” I gave her a small smile.

She looked at me with such hurt eyes in which I felt my heart hurt. I swear I’m going to kill I.M for making her look like this. “For being such an ass to you.. I feel so bad for not believing you.” She hiccuped. I went and got her water in which she chugged and then I sat next to her and hugged her. In which she responded by nestling her head on my chest.

“I am going to be here for you.. No matter how you treat me.” I kissed her head. “You know I love you, Y/N. I’m not using this as an opportunity to get the girl. I just want you to know. You don’t have to reciprocate them now.. Or ever.. But I can’t keep it in anymore.”

She nodded. “I understand now.. I’m so sorry..” I picked her up and took her to my room and laid her down. Laying the blanket on top of her and then kissing her forehead. “I’m going to clean your room and then I’ll be back.” I saw her curl up and close her eyes which was my sign to go.

“Thank you Wonho..” I heard her mumble before I walked out closing the door.

Your POV

“..i love you” you mumbled as heard the door close shut. Suddenly missing Wonho’s presence but sleep was tugging at you and so responded and fell asleep.

Wonho POV:

I walked into her apartment with a tool bag and decided that the first thing I would have to do is fix the door properly. Then I grabbed the broom and dustpan and began to clean up all the glass pieces. Eventually after making sure every piece was picked up I grabbed the trash bag full of glass and brought it out to toss it in the trash bin outside. I felt my phone vibrate inside my pocket and pulled it out to see Kihyun calling. I answered.

“Hello? Kihyun?”

I can hear the music in the background. Were they still at the party? They knew I would leave as soon as I dealt with I.M to go to Y/N so they brought a separate car. “Oh Wonho! Did you get to her? Is everything ok? Did you guy’s makeup?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. She’s currently resting in my apartment. She had made a mess of her house but I cleaned that up. Yes, I believe that we are fine now.” I smiled. He was always so concerned.

“Oh, Okay.. So you dealt with I.M already? He left the party to go there apparently so I was just wondering whether he left already or what happened. You didn’t fight did you?!”

I didn’t have time to answer him as there were suddenly car lights blinding my view and I had to lift my hand to block out the light from my eyes. From what I could see there were two passengers in the car. Eventually though I noticed that it wasn’t slowing down.. Before I think to react and move the car hit me.

A/N: I wanted this to be short :o why do I keep adding onto it. LOL but seriously is anyone else planning on going to a Monsta X concert?

#monsta x #wonho #Wonho x reader #Wonho scenarios #OMG IM SO EXCITED FOR THEM #I want to go #lol cliffhangers #kpop #fanfic

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