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imaginesntingz · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu Headcannons: When they’re obsessed with your 🍑 (Oikawa Tooru, Ukai Keishin, Kozume Kenma)

Warnings: Swearing, not super explicit/nsfw, but suggestive content so I’ll put it below the cut just in case

A/N: What’s good everyone? Here’s something that I’ve stayed up way too late working on. It’s 5 in the morning and I’ve forgotten my own name. Let me know if y’all want a continuation with other characters. They all ended up being setters in this one so I just went with it I guess. All characters are aged up and 18+. I hope you enjoy! Please don’t copy any of my writings. My content is originally written and I put a lot of time and effort into each piece. Ask me before reposting.

Oikawa Tooru:

Of course he’s respectful when you’re in public, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t noticed the way that new skirt he bought you last week accentuates your ass in justtt the right way.

You’ve caught him staring a few times and he always plays innocent like the sly little shit that he is.

You called him out once, but you know your mans is dramatic

“You wound me, (y/n) chan! What kind of a man do you take me for? I’m a gentleman! Honestly it’s not all that impressive anyways”

“Sounds like someone’s projecting”

“(Y/N), YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!”

“You blatantly asked for the smoke, so I kindly obliged~”

“I was just kidding, baby! Why’d you have to come for me like that? 😭😭😭😭”

You had one brattykawa on your hands after that one. Dats tough

Anywhooo

Once you two are alone OOF. This. Bitch. Is. SHAMELESS.

He can’t keep his hands off of you. Doesn’t matter the size or shape

Your ass = Tooru magnet

He could pick you out in a crowd of people based on that booty alone

You’ll be cuddling on the couch, you're on top with your head on his chest just watching a movie and enjoying each other’s presence. Then BAM he’s got both cheeks in each hand, squeezing and kneading firmly

“Neee, (y/n) chan~ You’re so soft, baby girl~ How is that even allowed? Damn you’re so gorgeous, princess”

You: Head Empty

You're bent over the kitchen island scrolling through your phone? This mans is playing patty cake on your buns. Those setter hands are dangerously powerful. Of course he knows how to restrain himself as to not hurt you but whew some of those spanks leave you deliciously breathless and your little gasps are like music to his ears… which usually leads to other tingzzzzz and Tooru teasing you for walking funny the next day

Could his ego get any bigger? I don’t know if we’d survive it

Wearing his favorite pair of leggings or those cute pajama shorts? It’s on sight. You’re trapped beneath this painfully beautiful brat of a man and you wouldn’t have it any other way

And lawwdd if you know how to twerk. He might just faint on the spot

RIP Oikawa it was for a good cause

Ukai Keishin:

Oh boy

Keishin gives me serious ass man vibes. Idk what it is

He worships you in every way possible, but that ass holds a special place in this cranky man’s heart

After a long day of working with crops, managing the store and volleyball practice, this man is tired and grumpy. Hinata somehow managed to almost meet his eternal rest when he was nearly hit by a TRUCK and a CAR and a BIKE and a STATIONARY POLE trying to outdo Kageyama while racing in the neighborhood. He swears those kids have taken at least ten years off his life span.

This man is v stressed

So when he comes home to find you reading in bed on your stomach in nothing but his t-shirt and those sexy panties that show off that beautiful bum… Honestly he could’ve cried he was so geeked.

He teared up a bit ngl (He’d never admit it tho)

This guy swan dived into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your glorious cakes

“Bad day, hon?”

“Mmmphh”

He took a fat nap right then and there

He was so bitchy and whiny when you woke him up to change sleeping positions (as long as you let him slip a hand on a cheek when you got comfortable, he’s a happy camper)

He just loves feeling the warmth and weight of it in his hands, it’s comforting to him and feels super grounding idk

But boy oh boy does this man love to give it a good smack or two or ten

Watch out bb 😈

He’ll spank you anywhere anytime, but he’s real sneaky about it in public….until he’s not LOL. It just depends on the environment and who is around

Like Oikawa, the strength in those setter hands will have you shOOk to the core especially a seasoned one like Kei

One time you were doing your morning stretches, slipping into downward dog and HO. NEY. Keishin was already pulling you flush against his pelvis and smacking that 🍑 like a djembe drum until tears pricked your eyes. Your whole body was vibrating with desire it was WILD

“Ohhhh, sweetheart. You are a work of fucking art, you know that? You’re not going anywhere today. That’s a promise.”

And that’s how you ended up with twins. Not sorry.

10/10 would recommend

Kozume Kenma:

Listen Linda

It took a while for you to notice

But Kenma is truly OBSESSED with the booty

It took him a while to even admit it to himself tbh

He would look away immediately when he caught himself staring

And he may have appeared chill on the surface but blondie was internally screaming as you literally sat on top of him while he was gaming

He was so hesitant poor bb was overthinking it so hard. He just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or think he was weird etc etc

It was confirmed to you when you started waking up in the middle of the night to a fully unconscious Kenma giving your ass subtle squeezes in his sleep

You’ll literally have to sit this man down and be super direct about it

Once you give him the go ahead chillle it’s on and poppin

Only when y’all are alone of course cuz as we know, Kenma is v shy and a very private person

He’s not the pda type in general

Again, he loves it when you sit on top of him when he’s playing video games. Especially when you straddle him. His hand does this smooth slide down your back that sends shivers down your spine before settling over the swell of your butt. He’ll give the occasional rub and caresses your thigh softly. Another muse of his. Kenma LIVES for your thighs. Would happily be suffocated by them. Whoops. Squeeze them around his waist or grind into his lap and you’ll be on your back faster than you can say yes please

When you’re cuddling, he’ll just start jiggling that cake in his hands. He finds it fascinating, soothing and unbelievably hot all at once. The perfect combination in his opinion.

“ . . . Kenma?”

“Hm?”

“Watcha doin back there?”

*continues in concentrated silence*

“Babe??”

“. . . You’re like a sexy human stress ball . . So soft . . So cute . . So squishy . .”

“Ummmkay?”

My mans is hypnotized. He would do that shit for hours if you let him let’s be real. That thang is thangin

He would buy you ALL of the jeans, leggings, shorts, dresses, hoodies, crops, shirts, skirts. Everything and anything that fits your body type in all the right places, Kenma is on it and good lord is he invested. He absolutely spoils you. Blondie bae is surprisingly good at keeping your style in mind while also pushing you to try new things that end up making you look stunning. Big ups

The only time Kenma has spanked you was in retaliation. You wanted to see his reaction to being spanked. So once when he was distracted by his switch, you slowly walked up behind him and SMACK

Kenma nearly dropped the damn switch 😤 You’ve never seen this boi whip his whole body around and bend you over so fast

Two swift yet heavy blows to your backside had you rethinking your whole life. Everything about that moment lives in your head rent free

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 4 years ago

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You post/reblog stuff a lot, I didn’t see the notification for my last ask. Anyway, could I request another thing? A continuation to my first ever request to you? So the reader returns to Zardy's Maze days later and while she's looking for him, she runs into Pumpkin Jack instead. But jokes on him, cuz reader has Unbreakable! So she gets up when he leaves and tries to find Zardy again. How'd he react to see reader in the injured state? —Warlock Anon

Y e s. Also my reader in the last one was general-neutral so imma leave it that way

...........

When you reentered the corn maze, the air felt a lot chiller than usual. But you were certain it was only the wind.

There was nothing to be scared of. Zardy reassured you that the creatures who roamed here won’t bring you any harm. Even so, you felt the eyes of the cablecrows watching you close as they zipped from one wooden post to another.

You just shook your head and turned your attention back to the path in front of you. Tonight you were hoping to find Zardy again, though you didn’t find him at the barn nor house outside the maze.

So your only option was to venture further in.

As you cranked the flashlight to charge it, you suddenly felt something wrap around your ankle, and you looked down to see a small pumpkin-like creature--“Pumpkin Crawlers” as Zardy called them.

“Awh hey,” you chuckled. "You wanna come along for the ride?"

The adorable creature didn't respond, but you assumed it didn't mind. And so you tried to keep going...

Only to realize you had to practically drag your leg just to turn the corner. Now you had a problem.

“Hey..I can’t really move with you attached to my leg.” Kneeling down, you gently tried to unravel the vine that was now constricting your leg. "I'm sorry but-"

However the moment you touched it, the pumpkin crawler suddenly let out an shriek, its main body rapidly decaying before it split apart--right before your very eyes.

“What the hell?” You muttered, although you tensed as you heard distant laughter--

Then all of the sudden, a figure leaped over the cornstalks and landed right in front of you. All you saw was the hat, so you assumed it was Zardy and got up, pushing the dead vine aside.

"Hey, Zardy. When did you learn to jump so-?"

"Zardy? ZARDY??? AHAHAHA!!! Oh boy, ain't that the first time someone confused me for him!" The scarecrow cackled as he raised his head up.

Only now were you able to see that this definitely wasn't the Zardy you knew: He was taller and had dustier clothes, and instead of gloves he had garden cultivators for hands. With a wide grin he scraped them together, making a noise that was most discomforting to you, but you remained calm.

"He never told me about another scarecrow roaming about." You remarked. "You got a name?"

"Huh? Seriously? He never even mentioned me by name?? Aghh..well since yer sooooo polite...the name's Pumpkin Jack. An' that may be the last name ya ever hear." He snickered, before his glowing eyes and mouth formed a scowl. "It's a darn shame he never warned ya about me...or why ya shouldn't have killed one of my precious crawlers."

"..wait I.." You looked back at the rotting pieces of the creature behind you, eyes wide. "I didn't-"

"Now don't be fibbin' now." Without warning, Pumpkin Jack snagged your shirt with his claws, yanking you towards him. "You farmers think you can just chop whateva you feel like an' run for the corn...well not this time!! I'll show ya how it feels to be hacked to pieces!!"

"I didn't come here to chop anything."

"....hm?"

"I don't have an axe with me. I didn't killed that crawler on purpose. I was just trying to remove its vine from my leg and it just...withered away as I touched it." You weren't blind to the danger you were in; you just wanted to explain yourself in hopes he'd grant you mercy.

Begging for it just won't cut it.

He stared at you, tilting his head with increasing suspicion. "Are ya sure ya didn't kill 'im? For all I know ya could'a just thrown the axe into the field when ya heard-"

"Do you think I'd be stupid enough to do that?"

"............"

".........."

The silence between you two was almost deafening. Though he finally decided to believe your words, letting go of you rather forcefully as you tumbled to the ground. You winced as the claws scraped your cheek and left a small tear in your shirt.

"My bad..just wanted to teach ya a lesson." Pumpkin Jack grinned once more. "Don't expect me to forgive ya next time. Gettin' all buddy-buddy with Zardy ain't gonna save you from me."

And with that, he ran off, cackling manically as he jumped to another section of the maze.

Once you got up and dusted yourself off, you heard the familiar scraping of a hoe against dirt, turning around to see Zardy there. "Zardy? Hi!"

"[Y/n]..?" As he recognized you, he gasped and ran over. "What are you doing here all alone?!"

"I just..wanted to see you but I couldn't find you at the barn." You smiled, keeping your hand over the cut so he didn't worry. It was small, thank goodness.

But he didn't buy it, as he immediately moved your hand, horrified upon seeing the blood. Then he noticed the tear in your shirt. "...Jack..he did this, didn't he? That damned old-"

"You never mentioned him to me. Is..there a reason?"

For a moment he was quiet as he took his hand away, before sighing. "I didn't want scare ya into never come back. But now..I wish I warned ya."

You frowned slightly, noticing how guilty he looked. "Hey, it's alright. He didn't shake me, and I think that's what saved my life."

Zardy gazed up at you with surprise, but you could see the light returning to his face as he smiled. "Yer a lucky one..he likes victims who scream their heads off."

"Guess I guess I didn't fit the criteria. By the way, how did you even know I was here?"

"His damn laughter ain't hard to track, and the cornstalkers whispered 'bout seeing ya around."

"Cornstalkers?"

"What you modern folk would call a "surveillance system" But they do nothin' but stare." He gestured to a nearby patch of corn. When you looked over, you could see bright blue eyes shimmering in the shadows of the crops. "They say corn has ears for listenin', but corn here has eyes for lookin', too."

"I assume they got a mouth for talking, too?"

"Yep." He chuckled, before he noticed an approaching drought. 'C'mon, we gotta hustle. We'll talk some more once we're outta here. And oh..watch out for them crawlers."

"Will do, Zardy."

#clanask #warlock anon #zardy's maze x reader #zardy x reader #pumpkin jack x reader

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 4 years ago

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Hello yes I love the Sparation AU but I also need these two boys to be reunited please and thank you.

This is my take on how Impulse and Skizzleman might be reunited in the Separation AU! Doesn’t have to be canon to the AU, we just have to see these guys finally happy again :)

That being said, I am super proud of the way this turned out :D

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Impulse follows Xisuma and the small group of Hermits through the specially generated portal, his heart pounding in his chest and sweat dripping down his back. This is the first time EVER that easy inter-server travel has been possible, but Impulse isn’t nervous about it possibly going wrong. He’s nervous about their intended destination.

The Hermits arrive on the Legacy server and are immediately greeted by a small group of Legates, led by Logicalgeekboy. “Hi, Xisuma!” he says warmly. “Hey, everybody. Welcome to Legacy.”

As the groups exchange pleasantries, Impulse wanders off through the nearby village, his eyes searching for one person. He didn’t see the person in the crowd at the portal, so he knows he must be somewhere here.

Sure enough, he happens to glance upwards and catch sight of a figure emerging from a small cave just above him.

His heart stops.

Skizzleman starts coming down the hill before he looks up and spots someone he never thought he would ever see again.

For what feels like hours, Impulse and Skizzleman stare at each other, frozen.

Then a pale smile breaks out on Impulse’s face. “Oh my god… Skizz…”

“I-Impulse…?!” Skizzleman slowly approaches him, but stops a safe distance away, not quite able to believe his eyes. “Is it really you? H-How did you get here?”

“I came over with some of the Hermitcraft people. Some kind of experimental inter-server travel portal thingy brought us over. Everyone else is at spawn but I… I just wanted to come and see you.”

“Hermitcraft?”

Impulse nods. “When I disappeared from our world, it was because I was being summoned to Hermitcraft. I’m a Hermit.”

“You’ve been on Hermitcraft this whole time?” Skizzleman stares at him. “And you never thought to come back?”

“Of course I did!” Impulse’s voice rises. “I worked for WEEKS to find a way to go back to you! But I couldn’t. All of Xisuma’s admin powers had been spent bringing me to the server and there was no way he could either bring you there or send me back.”

“Even if he could have sent you back, would you have asked him to?” Skizzleman challenges.

“Wh-What do you mean?”

“I mean you were finally on a server with a load of amazing, talented people! Why would you want to come back to our crappy little world with one idiot who causes more problems than he solves?”

Impulse stares at his best friend in shock. “Skizz, don’t say that! Given the choice, I would’ve come back to you!”

“Why, because I had nobody else?” snaps Skizzleman.

“No, because you were my brother and I loved you. I still do. It… It tears me up inside when I think about the horrible stuff I put you through.”

Skizzleman hesitates, seeing the guilt-ridden look on Impulse’s face. “Yeah, I bet. You never had a bad bone in your body. I can just picture you crying yourself to sleep at night cuz I wasn’t there to tuck you in.”

“Hey…!” Impulse complains mildly. “You stopped tucking me in years before I disappeared, pal.”

Skizzleman laughs softly, which makes Impulse smile. He hasn’t heard that laugh in so long.

“Skizz, what happened to you after I left?” he asks quietly. “How did you end up in Legacy?”

After a moment, Skizzleman lets out a long breath. “I moved away from our house after about a week. You were everywhere there, from the crops you planted to the whole building itself. I built a little shack next to the spot you vanished from but I moved from there as well after less than a month. It just became way too painful. I packed up all my stuff and just wandered around for a while until I got to a village. I ended up just settling down there. I know I used to make fun of villagers and call them dumb but… I dunno, I felt a lot less lonely living with them.”

“Did you stay there permanently?” asks Impulse.

Skizzleman nods. “I stayed there until the world corrupted and I got flung into the void.”

Impulse winces, unable and unwilling to imagine how painful and terrifying that must have been.

“I dunno how long I was in there for. Time passes differently in the void. It might’ve been a couple hours or a couple months, I really don’t know. Eventually, I was pulled out by Logic, who took me to the brand new Legacy world. But you know, six years communicating with nobody except villages who don’t have a lot of vocal talent… took a real toll on me. I couldn’t speak properly anymore; I just kept making noises and offering people emeralds. I still remember how confused I was to see Pearl’s expression the first time I tried to give her an emerald because she welcomed me to the server.”

As Impulse stifles a laugh, he’s relieved to see Skizzleman chuckling too. “I can picture that, honestly.”

“Well, what did you expect?” says Skizzleman amusedly. “That was all I could remember how to do; my social skills had been completely destroyed by my isolation. Even now, I’m not as chatty and carefree in social interaction as I used to be.”

Impulse’s smile falls. “I can’t imagine spending all that time in a world with nobody else around. I remember starting to feel a little daffy myself in that world after a long time, and there were TWO of us there.”

“Yeah…” Skizzleman hesitates. “Honestly, though, the worst part was the trauma left over from losing you. I had so many panic attacks in the first few months, whenever I got reminded of you. It slowly got better after a long while but after I joined Legacy, it got so much worse again. Everything my new friends did reminded me of you, from their building styles to just the way they laughed when I attempted a joke. The first few weeks were absolute torture. I couldn’t sleep because I got nightmares, I couldn’t eat because I had no appetite, I couldn’t build because everything I saw reminded me of you. Then about two months after I joined Legacy, I… I had a complete breakdown.”

A lump rises in Impulse’s throat. “What happened…?”

Skizzleman’s eyes glass over at the painful memory. “We… um… A few of us decided to do some PVP. I was starting to feel better so I decided to join in. It was me and Pearl vs Logic and Sausage. Any weapons allowed. I thought I would be okay, and I totally would have been. I just didn’t realise that Logical had spectral arrows.”

As Skizzleman pauses, Impulse abruptly realises exactly what happened. “Oh no…”

“Yeah. When I saw Pearl glowing just like you did before you vanished, I completely broke down, right in front of her, Logic, and Sausage. It was easily the worst panic attack I’d ever had; I was so gripped with panic that I was about to lose her the way I lost you. Logic told me later that he was terrified for me; he thought I was gonna die. And so did I, honestly.”

“Oh my god, Skizz, I…” Impulse trails off. How is he supposed to finish that sentence? What can he possibly say to make this better? “I… I’m so sorry… This is all my fault…”

“Impulse, I need you to know that I don’t resent you for having a good life on Hermitcraft,” says Skizzleman gently. “I spent a lot of time grieving for you but I really am glad you’ve got this great new life. The Hermits have given you the life we could never have back in our world, and I’m starting to get the same here on Legacy. So much has changed since you disappeared.”

Impulse can’t quite hold in a sniffle. “We’re not the same people we were all those years ago, are we?”

Skizzleman slowly shakes his head. “No, we’re not. What I went through in that world after you disappeared… will stay with me forever. Six years alone with nobody but the villagers to talk to did some real damage to my mental state. It’s only because of the other Legates and their patience and compassion for me that I’ve been able to start healing and get somewhat back to normal.”

He pauses. “I guess the best way to sum it up is we both started in the same place but you continued to grow, whereas I got worse and had to get back to normal before I can actually get better. I’m still in the middle of the recovery process.”

“I want to be part of your recovery,” says Impulse quietly, taking his best friend’s hand. “I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me most, but I can be here for you now. If… If you want me.”

As he says that, he winces internally. Why would Skizzleman want him around? He is the cause of all Skizzleman’s current problems. Surely his presence would be far more of a hindrance than a help. He’s survived six years without Impulse; does he really want him around now?

After a moment, Skizzleman’s eyes fill with tears and he nods. “Of course I want you around. You’re still my best friend and my brother, and we’ve got seven years of lost time to make up for.”

Impulse can’t hold back the tears anymore. He grabs Skizzleman in a hug, burying his face in his best friend’s shoulder. Skizzleman hugs him back, clutching his best friend like his life depends on it. He can hardly remember the last time he hugged anyone like this, much less his oldest friend. Seven years of pain and separation seems to melt away as they relax in each other’s presence.

“Missed you, Dippledop,” Skizzleman whispers.

Impulse gives a wet laugh. He hasn’t heard that nickname in seven whole years. It’s music to his ears.

“I missed you too, Skizz.”

#hermitcraft #legacy smp #impulsesv #skizzleman #separation au #Vaunna writes

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vxlkyrie · 4 years ago

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everything i wanted

pairing: steve rogers x reader

genre: angst, fluff, nonavenger!au

warning: cursing, body image, bullying, mentions of suicide (pls listen to the song before reading this)

word count: 3.6k

summary: going to a high school reunion sounded like fun, until all the nightmares and bad memories started coming back

request: anon said “hii, can i request steve rogers x reader based on billie eilish song everything i wanted. thank you and have a nice day.”

a/n: i’m sorry it took so long! i don’t know why i kept scrapping every idea i had for this one, but i’m finally satisfied with this plot (i swear it’s based on the song, also peep the lyrics). it gets really sad, but i hope you all enjoy!

you were in the kitchen cooking up breakfast, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from his morning jog. suddenly, you heard the door open.

“honey, i’m home.” steve said. you laughed at the cheesy line, greeting him with a quick kiss.

“go change. breakfast is almost ready.” you told him, earning a nod from him.

“i also checked the mail.” steve said, placing a pile of envelopes and magazines onto the dining table.

as soon as you prepared two plates, you sat down and looked through the mail as you waited for your boyfriend to get ready.

bills, coupons, greeting cards from wanda and vision, files from the law firm, letter from your high school – what?!

your eyes widened as you examined the envelope that displayed your school’s name across the top.

“hey doll, whatchu looking at?” steve’s voice broke you from your thoughts. you didn’t even notice him taking his seat across from you.

“oh, uh, just something from my high school.” you said, raising an eyebrow at it.

“yeah? what is it?” he asked.

you shrugged as you carefully rip open the top. you unfolded the paper that slipped out of the envelope.

“y/n l/n, you have been formally invited to your class’s ten-year reunion.” you read out loud. you felt your stomach twist.

“a high school reunion? that sounds like fun.” steve said as he chewed his food.

“yeah, no.” you shook your head.

“and why not?” he snickered.

“let’s just say i did not have the best experience in high school.” you simply answered. you never really told steve about your days before you went to college and he never asked.

“i’m sorry to hear that. i mean, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. but i mean, you haven’t seen these people in years.”

“i would like to keep it that way.” you quipped.

“maybe you could use this reunion as a chance to show everyone that you are not the girl you were in high school,” steve started. you recognized his ‘motivational speech’ voice coming in. “i might not know what you were like back then, but you can show them that you’ve made it – that you’re better than them. you can make them regret doubting you all those years ago.” steve explained.

“you sound like nat when she wants revenge on some guy that dumped her,” you joked about your coworker, making him laugh. “but, seeing people’s face drop is pretty fun.”

“so you’re going?”

“we’re going.” you emphasized.

“do you see what she’s wearing?” she whispered to a group of girls.

“yeah, it looks a little too tight on her.” another girl said as the others giggled.

“who told her that looked good on her?”

“oops, i did.” one of the girls admitted, earning even louder laughs from the group.

you wrapped your arms around your middle, feeling very insecure as you stood in the corner of the room.

i shouldn’t have went to this stupid party. i thought they were my friends.

“y/n?” a male voice called to you. you snap your head up to see steve looking down at you.

“s-steve?” your eyes widened.

what is he doing here? he can’t see me like this!

you looked up again to see the familiar group of girls and steve laughing at you.

no, please no. stop this. you tried to yell, but silence only came out of your mouth.

“stop!” you shouted, jumping up from your bed.

“doll?” steve groaned, only hearing you panting as you held your heart. “are you okay?” he sat up.

“uh, yeah. just a nightmare, i guess.” you said, melting under steve’s touch as he rubbed circles on your back.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“no,” you shook your head. “i’ll be fine, thank you though.”

“okay. now come here, we got a flight to catch early in the morning.” steve said, pulling you into his arms as you both drifted into slumber.

as much as your body (and steve) wanted you to, you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep on the plane. you haven’t had nightmares like that since before you started college. you thought after graduation, you wouldn’t have to deal with anyone from high school ever again. but now that you’re going to be seeing them after ten whole years, your brain couldn’t help but bring back memories.

all of your friends turning their backs on you after one small mistake.

“how could you do that to me? i trusted you!” she yelled at you.

“it was a mistake! i didn’t mean to tell him, it just slipped. i’m sorry!” you said, tears brimming your eyes. “can’t we just talk this out?”

“there’s nothing else to talk about. go fuck yourself.” she spat in your face as she walked away.

you looked at your friends for help, only to be given dirty looks as they followed her.

all the bullying and shit-talking and petty social media posts.

“look at this fat pig. i was only her friend cuz i felt bad for her.” she laughed as she flipped her hair.

“did you see her new haircut? she looks like an abomination.” she laughed.

you scrolled through instagram to see that she posted a picture of her and her friends, making it obvious that she cropped you out.

“so grateful for my best friends!”

you thought you were going to puke.

even all the good times you all had before they decided to kick you out.

“oh my god you look so good in that dress!” she cheered at you as you and your friends went dress shopping.

“thank you! you look great too.” you smiled at her.

“we all look great. we are going to kill it at prom.” another girl said, holding her phone up to the big mirror as you all posed for a picture.

“you know i would trust you with my entire life, right y/n?” she told you. you slept over at her house, comforting her after she broke up with her boyfriend.

“yes, and i trust you with mine.” you smiled at her.

were they all lies? did they ever like me to begin with?

they all flashed through your head and you felt your breathing stop. you sharply inhaled, suddenly reaching for your water bottle as you chugged the rest of it down.

“you okay doll?” steve asked softly. you nodded, smiling at him, telling him to go back to sleep. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” you smiled at him. he squeezed your hand with his before he knocked out.

everything’s going to be fine. you and steve are going to walk in that venue tonight and you’re going to show them that you’ve been doing better without them.

you distracted yourself with the files your boss sent you for the rest of the flight, ignoring the anxiety that ran through you.

you were putting on the finishing touches of your makeup in front of the bathroom mirror.

tonight was the night.

you concentrated on putting on mascara, not even noticing your boyfriend walking up behind you. you almost jump at the feeling of arms wrapping around your middle.

“you look great, doll.” steve whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

“thanks, nat bought me this dress,” you smiled as you looked at your cocktail dress that hugged your figure perfectly. “you clean up well yourself, mr. rogers.” you chuckled, pointing out his slacks and dress shirt that had the top two buttons undone.

“why thank you, doll.” he beamed at you, leaning towards you.

you met him in the middle and molded your lips together. after a while, you two pulled apart to catch your breaths.

“as much as i would love to stay and do this, we got a reunion to attend.” steve said, earning a pout from you.

“fine,” you sighed as you exited the hotel bathroom and grabbed your handbag. “but if i want to leave, will you come rescue me and sweep me off my feet?”

“of course, doll.”

“name?” the man at the check-in table by the entrance of the venue asked, his eyes looking through the list.

“y/n l/n.” you answered. the man snapped his head up at you.

“my, my, my,” he smirked. “my eyes must be deceiving me. there’s no way y/n l/n is standing right in front of me.” he joked.

“unfortunately, tom, they’re not.” you laughed.

“well, you look great! ten years did you good.”

“thanks.” you gave a small smile.

“and who is this fellow with you?” tom asked, eyeing steve.

“steve rogers, y/n’s boyfriend.” he spoke up, offering his hand to tom.

“you even got a boyfriend! i must be in a different dimension,” he joked once again, making you roll your eyes at him. “anyways, you’re good to go. have a great night!”

“thanks tom.”

“oh and y/n?” he caught your attention once again. you raised your eyebrows at him. “they’re here.” he said, causing you to swallow the lump in your throat.

you nodded at tom as you walked into the ballroom, admiring the decoration that filled up the walls.

student council still doesn’t disappoint when it came to events.

“who’s here?” steve asked, wrapping an arm around your waist as you walked around the tables, trying to find your seats.

“um, just some people.” you dodged.

before steve could ask you to elaborate, a voice shouted towards you two.

“oh my god, y/n?!”

you nervously looked around to see a girl running up to you. you exhaled in relief.

“zoe?!” you exclaimed, beaming at the girl that pulled you into a hug. “how have you been? i’m so sorry that we haven’t talked in so long.” you almost cried.

“don’t be sorry. we both got jobs to do,” she smiled at you. “i heard you’re a lawyer now! i’m so proud of you.”

“yeah!” you nodded. “and i heard you’re a doctor in korea. i’m so happy for you, i know you’ve always wanted to move there.”

“thank you! and who is this hunk?” she smirked at steve who had been silently listening in on their conversation the whole time.

“this is steve. he’s my boyfriend.” you shyly smiled.

“nice to meet you ma’am.” he smiled at zoe, shaking her hand.

“and he’s a gentleman too! you got a keeper,” she joked, making the two of you blush. “he’d give those bitches’ boyfriends a run for their money.” she snarled, looking in the direction of a big group laughing a corner.

“i’m still surprised they’re all still together, they all just swapped partners.” you quipped while looking at the group too. zoe laughed at your remark.

steve looked in your direction, nodding to himself as he tried to piece the puzzles together.

“i’ll be right back, save some seats for me!” she added right before walking away.

“it’s nice to know that you had at least one friend from high school.” steve said, grabbing your hand.

“yeah,” you smiled. “she was there for me when no one else was. i feel bad for not contacting her after high school. i moved away and she was studying abroad. but it was nice to see her again.”

“that’s good,” he smiled at you. “and from the looks you both were giving to that one group earlier, i’m assuming those were the people that made high school a living hell for you?” he added. you nodded.

“yeah,” you sighed. “they were, uh, my friends, um, until-” you felt yourself starting to heat up.

“hey, it’s okay,” steve turned towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “you don’t have to tell me anything if you’re not ready.” he comforted you. you nodded, giving him a small smile.

“thanks.”

“of course.” he said, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“y/n l/n?!” a painfully familiar high-pitched voice called to you.

fuck, here we go.

you and steve turned your head to see a girl with the fakest smile on her face.

“hi alicia.” you said, trying to keep your composure. you acknowledged the other girls behind her, noticing the confused and surprised looks on their faces.

“it’s been so long!” she squealed, opening her arms. once she took a step towards you, you instinctively stepped back. steve immediately placed a hand on your lower back. “oh, there’s no need for hostility here. we’re all friends here, right?” she smiled as the other girls chuckled.

“i don’t remember you calling me your friend after you turned your back on me.” you snarked.

“that was years ago! we’re all adults now,” she laughed, clearly putting on the nice girl facade. “i see you finally got yourself a man – it’s never too late to have a first.”

“thanks,” you gave alicia a small smile, ignoring the backhanded comment. “i see that you’re still with kevin – or are you with henry now? you know, the one that dated jenny. or are you dating brad? i heard from my law firm that he and mia went through a nasty divorce. i’m surprised all of you are still friends.” you smirked as steve suppressed his laugh. the other girls gasped as alicia laughed right back, trying her best not to lose control.

“i see you still got a sense a humor. i thought you usually get less funny once you lose a lot of weight. got tired of not being able to fit into a small?” she bit back.

“maybe. but i see you still use people’s appearances as a way to make yourself feel better.” you shrugged your shoulders.

“alright everyone, let’s get this party started!” someone announced over the microphone as people cheered.

“watch this one,” alicia looked at steve. “that little mouth of her’s has always gotten her in trouble.”

“and yet her pretty little mouth turned her into one of the best lawyers at her firm.” steve spat back, which made you smile from ear to ear.

alicia gave you two one more dirty look before her and the other girls returned to their boyfriends. you felt like you could breathe again.

“i’m sorry you had to go through that.” you apologized to steve.

“don’t be sorry. i’ve never seen you snap at someone so calmly before. it was kind of scary – but also kind of hot.” he laughed.

“i’m going to have to stop you right there,” you placed your hands on his chest, laughing back. “i don’t know where that confidence came from, but i wish i had it back in high school.”

“well, i’m proud of you. you did amazing.”

“fuck yeah she did!” zoe said, walking up to you two.

“you saw all of that?” you raised an eyebrow at her.

“at least half of our class did,” she chuckled. “never mind alicia, let’s enjoy this reunion and dance until our heels break!”

almost an hour past by, and it was safe to say that you were enjoying yourself. you danced with zoe and caught up with a few more classmates before everybody was told to sit back down.

“as you guys know, it’s been ten years since we’ve walked the halls at our high school,” the class president spoke into the microphone. “let’s take a trip down memory, shall we? i had a video made filled with all of our memories as high school students. i hope you all enjoy!” she raised her glass as the crowd applauded and averted their attention to the big screen above the stage.

the video started playing nostalgic music – a remix filled with throwbacks that were popular when you were still in high school. everyone laughed as they watched videos and pictures of friend groups having the time of their lives and pranking each other.

you weren’t expecting to see yourself that much. maybe a few pictures of you and zoe, or maybe even an accidental video of you hanging out with alicia and the other girls – until more videos started playing.

“get her!” alicia yelled as the other girls threw eggs at you. you screamed as you tried to shield your body from the attack.

“please! why are you doing this to me?” you cried.

“this is too easy when your fat body is an easy target!”

“i don’t remember this from the final edit.” the class president muttered as the laughs suddenly stopped.

you gulped as the video continued on to the next clip, not noticing alicia and her friends laughing at you from their table and in the video as if it was some terrifying echo.

alicia laughed into the camera’s microphone as she filmed the bonfire in front of her. she zoomed in closer, focusing on pictures of you that continued to burn.

“that’s what you get for being a fake bitch!” mia cackled.

“just go kill yourself already!”

“can someone turn that video off, please?” the president pleaded. you felt your breathing get quicker, steve grabbed your hands.

“y/n, doll, look away.” he told you, but your eyes stayed glued to the screen as tears began to form.

“hey y/n, can i ask you something?” a man asked you. the camera’s angle looked weird. it was as if someone was secretly filming you two.

“yeah, ryan, what is it?” you smiled at him.

“i-i was wondering if you wanted to go catch a movie with me this weekend?” he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“sure, that sounds nice!”

“great! i’ll pick you up at-” suddenly the camera got closer to you two as you heard laughs.

“i’m sorry ryan, i couldn’t take it anymore!” alicia laughed.

“w-what?” you said, pushing you glasses up as you looked at alicia and ryan in confusion.

“here’s your $20. i didn’t think you’d actually do it.” jenny laughed as she handed ryan the dollar bill.

the camera catches you crying as you ran away.

“watch out people, earthquake coming in!”

suddenly the screen went black. an awkward silence filled the room, only to be broken by familiar cackles from alicia and the rest of their group.

“y/n...” zoe said softly, placing her hand softly on your shoulder.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you got up from your seat and ran towards one of the exits, letting the cool air hit your face as tears ran down your cheeks.

“y/n!” a deep voice called out to you. you turned around to see running towards you, pulling you into his arms. you started sobbing into his dress shirt. “it’s okay. i’m here. no one can hurt you.”

“how could you still love me after knowing that i looked like that? that i was such a horrible person back then.” you tried to wipe your tears away.

“y/n, listen to me. you aren’t a horrible person – you were never one to begin with. those girls were never your friends. from what i can tell, they were fucking toxic and bullied you. they’re the horrible ones heres.”

“no one even noticed or even cared to stop them.” you sniffed.

“i know and they don’t deserve you. and who cares what you looked like back then? you’re everything i want – everything i need and i want you to see yourself the way i do.” steve said.

“can i tell you something?” your voice croaked.

“you know you can tell me anything.”

“i- the nightmare, me zoning out. they were about them.”

“oh, y/n-” steve gave you a sad look.

“i had my life together. i had a job, a place to live in, you. but then once i read that invitation, memories started flooding in and it just reminded me of how-” you suddenly stopped yourself.

“how what?”

“it reminded me of i, uh, almost tried to kill myself one night,” you felt tears starting to build up again. “i was at a bridge looking over the river, and uh, i was thinking about jumping in it and letting the waves take me away. i was so weak. i couldn’t take it anymore.” you cried. steve immediately wiped his thumbs across your cheeks.

“y/n, doll, you are a survivor – a fighter. they might’ve hurt you, but they never broke you. you win by simply living your life without them. you’ve already proven yourself that you are above this, that this did not define you.”

“thank you steve.” you smiled.

“you’re welcome doll,” he kissed your forehead. “and i’m sorry for making you come to this stupid reunion.”

“don’t be.” you chuckled.

“y/n! there you are!” you both turned your head to see zoe running towards you two. “are you okay?” she pulled you into a hug.

“i am now.” you smiled at her.

“thank goodness you’re okay. after finding out that alicia switched the video, she and those fuckers got kicked out.”

“really?” your eyes widened.

“yeah, and the whole class started cheering and went back to dancing. they were asking for you, and miss class president sends her apologies.”

“tell her it’s okay and it’s not her fault.” you told zoe as she nodded.

“well, i’ll be inside if you need me.” she smiled at you, heading back inside.

“you don’t have to go back inside, you know?” steve asked, knowing that after all the shit that you’ve gone through today, you’d probably want to go back to the hotel.

“i know. but i think i can survive the next few hours dancing. how about you?” you grinned. steve held out his arm for you.

“lead the way.”

#steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #captain america x y/n

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princessjungeun · 4 years ago

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It’s Normal: Chaeryeong x Reader

Request: hi love, i was going to request a scenario where itzy are your best friends and they comfort you when your parents don't show up to your graduation but i wasn't sure if this topic is triggering or not and i was wondering if it fits your rules?

‼️CW: Family Issues ‼️

So the way I wrote this, I read the ask wrong cuz once again. Your favorite Admin can’t read. So the reader is Chaeryeong’s girlfriend and the rest of the girls are the best friends. As always, I’ll redo it if you don’t like it 🥺

High school was an incredible four years, especially for you. You came to Korea the summer before high school. Thankfully you were hip to kpop and k dramas so you had a basic knowledge of the Korean language. That and the Duolingo owl that popped in your emails every day you missed a 10 minute Korea. lesson.

On the first day you met Lia, a fellow freshman. She was perhaps the nicest and smartest person you ever met in your life. She also spoke English fluently so you could easily communicate with her. In addition to her, you also met her friends Yeji, Ryujin, Chaeryeong, and Yuna. Although Yuna was two years younger than you all, she was very smart and skipped 3rd and 5th year in elementary school. Hence why she’s graduating with you all. The six of you took on high school together, not letting anything get in your way...kind of.

Sophomore year you realized rather quickly that you had a gigantic crush on one of your best friends, Chaeryeong. Lia and Ryujin told you that Chaeryeong liked you too but you never believed them. In addition to this, Chaeryeong was still quite shy when it came to talking about her love life. As much as she wanted to confess to you, she was too shy.

Until one day your best friends were fed up with the two of you being such chickens. Ryujin and Yuna devised a plan which Lia and Yeji followed through with. They locked you two in a room and didn’t let you out until you both confessed. You both ended up confessing after almost 12 hours, shortly after you fell asleep on the floor with her in your arms.

That was truly the only bump in the road between you and your friends. But now it was graduation day, the day you six looked forward to since the beginning of high school.

“Baby come on we’re lining up.” You pulled Chaeryeong’s arm and led her to her spot in line before finding your spot. The music played and you all walked to your seats. Thankfully the way the students were arranged was by homeroom, so you got to sit right in between Yeji and Yuna. Whereas Ryujin and Chaeryeong were the opposite side from you. Lia on the other hand was Valedictorian so she was in her own section in the front.

You saw Yuna out of the corner of your eyes, she was scanning the crowd for her parents. When she found them she smiled widely then pointed them out to you. Yeji did the same thing but slightly more descreet.

Yuna asked you “where’s your family?” You kept you eyes ahead and answered “don’t know. Definitely not coming though.”

•

The girls knew you had a rocky relationship with your family. It was best described as disfunctional and chaotic. When you were younger, things were better but as you got older that wasn’t the case. Especially as you started nearing the end of high school.

It was now to a point where you loved your parents, but you did not like them. They didn’t seem to really care anymore about anything you did. The support they once showed disappeared. In place of it was harsh criticism and unkind words that were forever engraved in your mind.

However the only one who knew very well about your current situation (besides Chaeryeong of course) was Yuna. You spent much of your time in her house. So much so you called her mother and father “mom and dad” than your own parents.

It broke Chaeryeong and Yuna’s hearts that there was nothing they could do to fix it. Chaeryeong especially. She constantly voiced that she wanted to help but you always told her not to worry. Always telling her you can’t necessarily fix what’s already been broken, it takes two sides to fix the problem. And one side isn’t even there to think about fixing it.

•

“And now we will have our Valedictorian speech. Please welcome Jisu Julia “Lia” Choi.” Your principal a moved so Lia was now standing at the podium. She stepped down and pointed at the microphone. “It’s too tall...” Everyone laughed as they moved it for her height. Lia started her speech “Hello everyone-” Yuna shouted to her happily “HI LIA UNNIE!” From that moment forward you and Yeji made sure Yuna stayed quiet.

As they called names for diplomas as well as awards you cheered for your friends. When they called your name, you went up and accepted your several awards. You saw Yuna’s parents smiling proudly at you, waving a taking pictures.

After you all got your diplomas and the ceremony ended you all found your parents. In your case your “parents”. You and Yuna found her mom and dad and greeted them. Her dad and older sister talked to her while her mom spoke to you.

The woman wrapped you in a warm hug “I’m so proud of you sweetheart.” You smiled and said “thank you so much eomma. And thank you for always being here for me...truly it means a lot.” She moved a stand of your hair behind your ear, “of course, and i’m sorry your parents weren’t here...” You responded “it’s normal. I’m just happy you all are here and that’s all that matters.”

You left them so Yuna could have her moments with them, after all they were her family to begin with. Looking around you saw hundreds of other students, your eyes scanning the crowd until you saw Chaeryeong.

Her older sister pointed you out and she immediately ran over, hugging you tightly. You kissed the top of her head and laughed “what’s got you so excited all the sudden?” She interlocked her hand with yours “I just love you that’s all.” She smiled then dragged you over to her family. You knew her family very well, and they adored you at that. However, you always seemed to get just a little nervous around her parents.

“Y/N! Congratulations on your awards, were so proud!” Chaeryeong’s dad congratulated you with a wide smile. You talked to her parents a little bit before meeting back up with your friends. You decided to go home then meet back up with each other in an hour.

•

You walked into your house, as usual it was pretty quiet. “Hello? Anyone home?” You called out loudly so your parents could hear you. Walking upstairs you saw your dad asleep in his bed, but your mom was awake. “Where were you?” She asked with an attitude. You responded “my high school graduation.” She rolled her eyes and looked back at her phone “so nowhere important”. You sighed, and walked to your room.

You wished you had a better relationship with your parents but you knew it wouldn’t happen. They just didn’t care. They made sure you had the necessary things to live like clothes and a home and access to good healthcare. But supporting you and having an actual relationship with you? That ship sailed at least 5 years ago.

Quickly you yanked off your cap and gown, leaving it in the plastic covering in your closet. You changed into shorts and a cropped t shirt and your favorite sneakers. “Hey I’m going back out.” You poked your head in your mom’s room. She responded blankly “ok tell your eomma and appa I said hi.” You sadly nodded before bolting our the house before tears could leak from your eyes.

Your mom found out long ago that you called Yuna’s parents eomma and appa. It slipped out one day when Yuna’s parents gave you a gift on the last day of your freshman year. Her parents didn’t seem to mind and constantly called you their daughter anyways. When your actual mom found out she didn’t care, as expected. The worst part was she acknowledged the fact that they weren’t your parents but they cared for you like they were. That’s what hurt the most.

•

When you got to the usual meeting spot for your friend group, a convenience store in between all of your neighborhoods, Chaeryeong was already there. “Jagi?” She hugged you when she saw you looked upset “what’s wrong?” You responded “just family things, the usual.” Quickly you wiped away the few tears that fell before placing a smile on your face.

“Hey love birds.” Ryujin came with Lia on her back, the older girl smiling happily. You all looked around before you saw Yuna sprinting down her street yelling “IS HE STILL THERE?” You all laughed and shook your heads.

The youngest of you all held herself up on a wall as she said “my neighbor’s dog was trying to kill me. Oh my god. Phew.” You asked her “Your neighbor Mrs. Park?” She nodded still trying to catch her breath. You all laughed harder “her dog is a Chihuahua!” Yuna whined “OK BUT HE IS FAST AND VISIOUS.” Yeji finally walked over, already knowing the topic of conversation “oh please Bija is an angel. He loves us.... just not you.” She whined and led you all to your destination, your favorite ice cream place.

•

As the night started to fall you all sat around a table outside, laughing about memories you made during high school.

“Remember when Lia fell asleep and we drew on her face?” Yuna smiled at the memory of your first sleep over as a 6 friend group.

“And that time Y/N pretended she didn’t speak English so she could get an easy A+ during year 2.” Yeji pointed to you with her spoon.

“Oh! That time Yuna got gum stuck in her hair and had to cut it so Ryujin cut her hair too.” Chaeryeong chimed in.

“When Yeji auditioned for that company to be a trainee because she lost that bet. Then she got in and didn’t tell us until she declined the offer.” You spoke up.

Yeji responded “in my defense I had no interest in being a YG or SM trainee...i’d rather JYP.” You all nodded in agreement.

“Remember when we locked those two in a closet until they confessed. And then they did and are now the power couple of our whole grade?” Lia pointed to you and Chaeryeong.

You looked at your girlfriend, eyes filled of love. Slowly you saw her cheeks heat up, your friends teasing her loudly. She turned her face into your shoulder out of embarrassment. You patted her head and placed a kiss on the top of her head before saying “i love you all so much. Thank you for giving me your friendship.”

All 5 of them looked at each other and shared a collective “awwww” before surrounding you in a group hug. You were always going to be grateful for your best friends and girlfriend. They filled that hole of love that you lacked for so long.

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #itzy imagines #itzy scenarios #itzy yeji #itzy lia #itzy ryujin #itzy chaeryeong #itzy yuna #itzy fluff

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milks-writings · 5 years ago

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that aone request just made my love for dateko grow exponentially omg. related to my comment, could i please request headcanons for koganegawa who has a super cute gf or something BUT they share one brain cell between the two of them and it’s like chaotic dumbasses in love. thank you sm for ur blog btw!!! it’s really getting me through isolation 💕💕💕

✿.｡.:*☆.:*:*:.☆*.:｡.✿.✿.｡.:*☆.:*:*:.☆*.:｡.✿.

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Kanji Koganegawa x Fem!Reader

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: swearing, too much crack to handle for a high iq person

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕒/𝕟: Ok let’s just clear this out, I am a big crackhead myself and I love this request more than I should hshshdf

BUT Thank you really much for this request! I love writing crack headcanons, it’s in ma blood 💅🏻

And thank you too for being so sweet, those words are really making my day much brighter, I am glad I can help at least a few people through this stressful time <3<3

I hope you enjoy them, @spiderw1tch ❤🥺

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

☆*.:｡.✿ Headcanons:

Koganegawa having a very cute girlfriend, with who he shares the same brain cell:

KOGANEGAWA:

So lemme start

HE ISSA BIG CRACKHEAD, WE ALL KNOW IT AND LOVE IT HSHSHD

So everyone thinks he will get a non-crackhead gf

BUT OH BOY THEY ARE SO WRONG RIP

Once you two got together the world stopped working for a few weeks

Or months

Or years, idek, maybe you two were the reason why this year is so shitty

Not in a bad meaning

Just that you two got all the good luck in the world, so the others have to suffer

BUT YOU TWO ARE HAPPY AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS

N E WAY

You two are literally sharing the same braincell (And that’s also the only one you two have but who cares lmao)

So you always can finish each other's sentences, you also have some inside jokes, and you always think about the same things! That’s probably also how you two confessed

You two just said it, at the same time, and then just cheered like two small kids lsdjfsd

So that’s how you two started dating

But no one really knew that you two were sooooo alike, but in a good way

Of course, you had some different things, but the crackhead energy you two were giving off was just as strong!

And after he introduced you to the team E V E R Y O N E kind of already expected a crackhead gf

BUT NOT THIS CRACKHEAD GF

Let’s face it, you two do the most stupid, yet sweetest things together, and it’s the best thing which ever happened to you two

You do everything together, and it always ends up-- not really good???

You once tried baking together

But he mixed sugar with salt up

And you didn’t know how to turn the oven on

So you two almost burned down the kitchen but YOU TWO HAD FUN AND THAT’S ALL WHAT MATTERS

You always watch memes together

Other couples would watch movies n shit but who needs that if you have memes?

You usually watch unusual meme or meme crop cuz they got the best memes, change my mind

If you two go on dates you either way go to MacDonald’s or to the amusement park, cuz uh y’all wanna have fun???

You never go to any restaurant, because you two know you can’t behave

But on your first anniversary, he took you to a very fancy restaurant and for the first time you actually behaved and got some more braincells for the day, though the day was really nice, even though it was different, you both loved this day

From there on you, two started to get a little more mature, BUT ONLY A LITTLE MORE AHOSDF

Cuddles are the best thing like fr

You two are just first playing around, you know, taking things from each other and telling them that they will only get it for kisses or hugs or sumn

But you two always end up cuddling and he will hold you so tenderly

He really loves the fact that you are like him since you two share thoughts without getting comments like “You are so stupid” thrown at

Though sometimes you two just call each other names like “Idiot” or something like that if you forget something important

But it’s quickly forgiven

He will always buy you small gifts, which remind him of you!!! Awe

Or he will take you out to eat ice cream

But no matter how crackhead much you two are, you also have soft moments where you just tell each other how much you love each other, while staring into each other's eyes and hugging each other

You those moments aren’t rare at all, they happen pretty often, were you two just get serious and back to real life, and then tell each other how much you like the other person <3

You two think that it’s also very important to sometimes stay mature, so you two work on getting more mature, and more serious about topics

STUDY DATES ARE A BIG NO

Will just get distracted by each other so you can’t study properly :/

He really loves how you just sometimes crack a stupid joke

If none will laugh he will do! <3

Sometimes you two will question if you are too stupid but thanks to the relationship you always get proven wrong awe <3<3

“Kanji” you look at him with big eyes

“Yes, y/n?”

“You have so nice friends” and you literally start crying

And then he does too “But you are also part of my friends”

You kinda got friend zoned, but neither of you noticed hsoajfds

So you both kept crying and hugging each other ahhh

“Y/n” he would look at you so serious

“Uh- Yeah?”

“You are so cute today” he is in tears omg

YOU ARE TOO OMG???

You two cry again “You are also very cute today Kanji” you hug him again and you two just spend on saying the sweetest things to each other hashhdfo

This relationship would be the best, fr, a good 29032 out of 10, the relationship would hold until you two die :(

Rip to your kids if you get some, idek if you could handle them honestly or if they could handle you two

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carolmaximoffs · 4 years ago

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THE GOOD DOCTOR

CHAPTER TEN

Ch. Summary: Having successfully wooed Thea long ago, Sam puts a ring on it. For now, all is well.

Warnings: cursing, endgame/infinity war spoilers, drinking (in the context of a wedding reception)

Pairings: Sam Wilson x OFC

A/N: short and sweet ending. if you’re not caught up with tgd, you can read the rest of the story here, but otherwise this is it! i love thea so so much and i really enjoyed writing her. i hope this lives up to sam/thea shipper’s standards bc this chapter is all fluff...if people are interested maybe i’ll throw together a blurb or two later, but like i said, for now, this is the end.

Tagging some people so it isn’t lost in the tl: @star-spangled-beard-burn @suz-123 @curtainlover @annathesillyfriend

With the unique hell of her past, déja vu is thankfully not something Thea is overly familiar with. However, standing on the compound’s roof staring out into the sunset, a tingling of familiarity creeps up her spine. When she turns, he’s there, and when she blinks, he doesn’t disappear. Sam is real once more, in her arms like he has been for the past year. Thea buries her face into his chest as he runs a hand over her braids.

“Technically, it’s bad luck to see each other before the wedding.” Sam’s voice is soft, joking, but Thea still halfheartedly drives a fist into his gut.

“Shut up, Wilson,” She grumbles into his shirt. “Not ever letting go of you again if I don’t have to.”

Sam tucks her head closer to his heart, calloused hands cradling her to him. “I know, honey, I know.”

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Wanda gapes as Thea steps out into the hall, Pepper right behind her.

“Wilson is a lucky, lucky man, Thea,” The Sokovian murmurs as she steps closer, securing one of the flowers twisted into Thea’s hair like a crown. Morgan, beside her, bounces eagerly on her heels, nearly spilling her basket of petals. Pepper quickly snags the basket from the young girl as Thea scoops Morgan into her arms.

“Mama did so good, Auntie Dot!” Morgan exclaims, leaning back precariously in Thea’s arms to tug at a kinky curl. “Just like a princess.”

Thea plants a kiss on Morgan’s forehead in thanks. As Morgan squeals, swiping at the glittery imprint left on her face, boots pound up the stairs. Bucky peeks around the corner, hair freshly cropped. He runs a hand over it and lets out a low whistle as he gives Thea a once over.

“Damn, Doc. Not too shabby out of them scrubs,” He drawls. Thea turns Morgan’s face away with one hand and flips him off with the other. Bucky only rolls his eyes, making a show of shifting uncomfortably in his suit jacket. “Ladies, you might want to head out. ‘Cept you Miss Morgan.”

“I go first!” Morgan cheers. She squirms, and is back to bouncing as soon as Thea sets her down. Pepper hands Bucky the basket as she and Wanda slip past him. Bucky crouches, handing the basket to Morgan with as much seriousness as he can muster.

“That’s right, bubba, but you gotta stay still so you don’t spill it, okay?” Bucky instructs as he hands the basket to her. Morgan salutes him, and Thea bites her lip as Bucky salutes right back. “Awesome. How about you go wait with Mr. Steve at the end of the aisle, okay?”

Morgan nods eagerly, scampering off towards the stairs. She holds her basket as steady as possible all the way down. Bucky gets up like he hasn’t just interacted with a child in the sweetest way possible, brushing off the knees of his dress pants. He catches the look Thea’s giving him, though, and makes his face as threatening as possible even as his cheeks flush. “Not a word, Doc.”

“Of course not,” Thea murmurs. Bucky leans around her, grabbing her bouquet off a small table beneath a painted portrait of the Stark’s that makes him quickly avert his gaze. She thanks him softly, smoothing her dress one last time before taking it from him. Thea makes to go around him, but he stops her with a light grip on her shoulders.

“You sure you wanna do this?” He inquires, and Thea knows that he’s only half joking. “I can fly a helicopter. I’m sure Stark’s got one stashed here somewhere. You just say the word...”

Thea laughs, though not unkindly. “That’s sweet, James, but I’m pretty positive this is what I want.”

She stands on her toes to press a kiss to the soldier’s cheek, though she knows it doesn’t nearly express how grateful she is in the way she needs it to. Finally, they join the others outside. Morgan is chatting animatedly with Wanda about their matching dresses; Steve, barely recognizable even after a year, smiles at them as they step off the porch . Pepper’s strawberry blonde head can be picked out of the thin crowd, right up front.

“You look lovely, Thea,” Steve whispers as she steps up beside him. Bucky snorts.

“You would think so, practically eye-level with-” Thea punches him in the arm before he can finish the thought. He snickers as he walks off, linking arms with Wanda. The wedding march starts; both Wanda and Bucky urge Morgan forward. She skips down the aisle, joyfully scattering rose petals, and just past her is the sight that truly cements the moment for Thea. Sam, all decked out in a three-piece suit, a pale orange rose pinned to his label matching the blooms in Thea’s hair. The hand on Steve’s wheel-chair tightens.

“It’s surreal, right?” The man in question breathes, just for Thea’s ears as Bucky and Wanda make their way towards the makeshift alter in Pepper’s backyard. Thea can only nod, because suddenly Steve is wheeling himself forward, and she’s almost in a trance alongside him. Bucky gives her a thumbs up from Sam’s right; Wanda offers a reassuring smile. Steve grips her hand tightly just before she steps away. Sam turns to face her, watery eyes never straying. She bites back the overwhelmed, joyful sob that rises in her throat when he links their fingers between them.

“Alright, everybody, thanks for being here today. This isn’t a real bible, its just a fancy notebook with all the officiate-y lines in it,” Happy laughs nervously along with the small audience of friends and family they’ve amassed. “No, seriously, I got certified online last week because Pepper...nevermind. Sam, repeat after me... ”

Thea finally does let it all go when she slides a thick silver band onto Sam’s finger with shaking hands, crying openly as he returns the gesture with a thinner, sapphire-studded ring. When he kisses her, he cradles her face in his hands. It quickly turns into his hands slipping down to her hips. Thea laughs into the kiss as he grips her ass tightly in one hand, her waist in the other, dipping her low over his knee. The crowd whoops and hollers; Sam rights Thea back on her feet, both of them breathless and smiling like idiots. The moment is shattered as there’s a loud cough, and Bucky slings off his bow-tie.

“Can we get to the food already?”

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“Can I have everybody’s attention please?” Sam’s standing from his chair, clinking a champagne flute with his knife. Per his request, everyone in Pepper’s dining room-turned-banquet hall turns to face him and conversations cease. “Thanks. I don’t know if the husband usually gives any type of speech but, here goes nothing.

“When I first met my wife,” He pauses to glance at Thea, grin enormous. “When I first met my wife, I didn’t think she’d be my wife. I mean, obviously, I thought she was gorgeous, but I hadn’t seriously thought about dating anyone in...I don’t even know when. Superhero thing kinda takes over your life, you know? Being a vet counselor wasn’t much better. But Thea...Thea was different. She was smart, funny...she could tolerate Tony effin’ Stark. She’s also one of the strongest people I know. I started ‘wooing’ her partially as a joke, cuz, hey, what shot did I have? C’mon. Wiseass vet in his thirties, saves the world in a bird costume. And this woman...this woman not only was a surgeon, she had a damn PhD! And then we find out she can heal people with a freakin’ touch...no way. No shot in hell. But she took it all in stride, and saw something in me - I still don’t know what - and she chose me. She chose me, and I promised already, but baby,”

Sam turns to Thea instead of the guests now, reaching out a hand that she gladly accepts. With her free hand, she swipes at stray tears leaking from her eyes. “Dorothea Triplett-Wilson, I promise I’m gonna choose you every goddamn day of my life. If I’m still saving the world in ten years, it’s only to keep you in it, and make it a better place for our kid.”

“Your WHAT?” This comes from Wanda. Beside her, Bucky has promptly choked on his champagne. Morgan is parting his back with as much force as she can muster. When she finally gathers the courage to peek through her fingers, Thea meets her husband’s embarrassed face. Despite the chaos around them, he gives her his most charming smile.

“Oops?”

#tgd/carolmaximoffs #sam wilson x oc #sam wilson x ofc #sam wilson fic #marvel fic #marvel #MCU #marvel au #bucky barnes #wanda maximoff #morgan stark #pepper potts #happy hogan

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thurilostiel · 4 years ago

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Do you mind talking about your Blind Oracle? She looks very interesting and beautiful!! I really love her design!!! 🥺🙏

Ok so first of all @cringeyvanillamilk @one-leaf-grimoire @shinyshammie cuz you all seemed interested in the OC of mine. Sooo.... *looks over at like 30 pages of written text for BO’s backstory and pet guides* I’ll start with most basic things, in a short list so that you can choose whenever to read all of this or just the summary. Also Thank you for the name suggestions, they’re really fun and I had Lilith in there as well, but for like a slightly different meaning of the name. Name used by her: ‘Oracle’[after getting her grimoire], Thana Nickname given by Nozel, as she said she wasn’t given a name upon birth: Gulisa, and later Libi Full name: Lilith Razili Graddfa'r Ddraig Title: Blind Oracle Status: Of well respected Diamond’s Kingdom noble familly DOB: 20th of April Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: [???] she might be ace, but that’s due to a trauma, still questioning Height: 164cm / ~5′4 feet Weight: 54kg / ~119 lb Eye colour: Deep forest Green -green that goes into grey’ish colour spectrum the farther from the center Hair lenght and colour: Long -while down they get past her shoulder blades, longest part goes till her waist- Dark brown with highlights [of slight reddish tones] Skin colour: Delicate carmely tan [typical Central EU skin tone] Special marks/scars: has lots of little scars on her arms and upper back, her eyes have a visible markings on the irises [will include pic later] Magic affinity/magic’s name[as the one written in the grimoire]: Light / Fallen Luster Magic type: Supportive summonings Favourites: food- fresh fruits, ice minties, a big meaty meal, mint ice cream drinks- fruit juice[apple and orange juices], water with frozen lemon/grapes and mint dos- hum melodies, take long walks with her companion[s], experiment with her eyes, making things for her pets and/or others dear to her don’ts- arguing, being descriminated, being in big crowds, having others play heroes for her [i.e. pretend there are robbers nearby and shove her inside an alley to ‘protect her’] Magic Knight Squad: She’s blind so she’s not that confident to get herself into this bussines Race: Half dragon (don’t @ me, you gave me this idea guys, you know where this came from) Personality: kind and shy pesimist, who always looks at the worst possible scenario to be prepared for anything she can think of. Known pets of hers : Emrys - an aftereffect of her father’s experiment, was with her from her 3rd birthday till May5th after her 18th birthday. Unidentified under-race of, what everyone assumed was, a wolf and fox mix, with low nobility mana levels, allowing him to use few ‘spells’ of flower magic. His favourite flower was a Pond Lily, and he loved to snack on freshly cought fishes. Died on May 5th. [need to finish his visuals, tho he’s inspired by a pet in a browser game Eldarya write down ‘Eldarya Rowtsya’ into google and this is really close to what Emrys look[ed] like] Mer - foundling Crystal Eagle of Oracle. He dropped out of a nest on top of a tree under which the girl was resting. He was a little hatchling then, not more than 2 weeks old, the smell of chocolate cookie brought him to such a brave act. Mer was too small to fly back up ot the nest, also Oracle hadn’t noticed that he’s an eagle untill about a month after he joined her on the adventure, and moved on right after giving him the rest of her cookie, making the smol birdie confused as he was never that far away form his nest and decided to stick to her. Mostly because she still got more cookies to feed him. He’s a little grumpy, but he helps her getting around on her travels. He loves chocolate cookies, corn, and ice minties. He’s getting mad really easily, while mad will refuse to eat and fly, instead will be stompin’ angrily on the ground so Oracle will hear him being mad. Meanings of names: Lilith - night monster, monster mother; also believed to be the name of first wife of Adam, a succub that brought fear to little children and pregnant ladies Razili - of Hebrew’s origins meaning ‘Lord’s secret’ Graddfa'r Ddraig - that’s just her father attempt to act human. ‘Dragon Scale’ in Welsh. Due to her mother’s pasing she wasn’t allowed to wear the noble familly name. Gulisa - Little[as in Weak] Heart [Georgian’s origins] Libi - My heart [Hebrew’s origins] Thana - Arabic name meaning ‘Death’ So the backstory goes a little like this: Lilith was taken out of her mother’s dead body about 2h after her death and put into the coffin on her mother’s chest as she was a silent one and not one of servants believed she’d still be alive. Her father was the one to react to her cries and open up the coffin to see his daughter trying to feed herself but getting nothing above few droplets of blood from now uncovered breasts. This caused her to be of a weak heart and health in general, would scratch easily, get exhausted from simple tasks... The father[a dragon and an idiot when it comes to human interactions] somewhat took care of her, not knowing what to do with babies he just stuck to giving her bottles with milk whenever she cried and if that didn’t work get a servant to change her daiper. Her real name was never used inside the castle, her father was using her [draconic version of] middle name or ‘shortenings’- he meant sweetheart but was saying weakheart, meant sweetie when saying hatchilng, you get the point- as everyone took her as a sign and incarnation of missfortune and death, thus called her Thana instead. Their explanation was that no child would be still alive while it’s own twin[brother] was born already half eaten by pests and parasites, and mother having her heart rotten due to a sickness. Last time she saw her father was around her 3rd birthday, month after that he was never seen by her, but they did met a few more times after Lilith was made blind. For years she was left to herself, only cared for in ways of giving her some food and preparing baths and clothes to wear. She wasn’t allowed to study things other than law and the ways of beautiful speach, yet she loved music. She missed her father dearly, but Emrys took up his place greatly, cuddling up to her whenever she was scared, hurt or cold. Her magic started showing around her 5th birthday and since then the elders started getting a bit suspicious. All was going normal, everyday lessons of law and how to speak in front of politicians, break for a meal, then the rest spent with Emrys on a walk around the gardens or in a library stealthy listening to the music lessons on the upper floors. Upon the day of her 15th birthday the elders took her to old ruins, where they marked her eyes with a ‘new emblem’ that was supposed to start a rebelius movement to throw the king from his throne, but after seeing Lilith crashing down with tears of blood and a new moon forming upon the sky they flew away in fear, leaving her there, unnecessarily taking away her sight from her. As the moon started forming, crimson fog hugged the dying girl, a single string of shimmering mana started leading the fog into the noble family castle. Before reaching the gates the unidentified experiment rushed into it and the fog moved back, leaving the castle alone for this day. Emrys cuddled up to her and covered her with his own mana, focusing on her bloodshot eyes. The fog began cleansing itself, becoming shimmery, as if stardust created it. It later formed her grimoire, the book that would once be called Last Hope, as it’s light was powerful in means of healing and defending, but never there to harm, yet it’s magic was tricky and therefore never the same, no more was it to pleasantly sit back and observe the battle. There was a small peasant village near those ruins, they saw the great light and weird creatures, small circular beings surrounded by silvery feathers and hoops, and some creatures looked like those of stories of old times, the biggest shimmering creature resembled Pan, the great horror of forests. All the creatures dissapeared within a minute and peasants rushed to the ruins. Seeing the young girl in shambled yet definetly expensive clothing and tears of blood streaming down her face they called to her “Oracle! Oh great Blind Oracle! Send upon us a blessing of rain” and so her grimoire started glowing and send upon them the first spell “Moribound wish” which brought the clouds and flooded the noble castles of Diamond Kingdom for whole month. The people heard about an Oracle in old ruins and began coming to her, offering food and crops for a blessing or a prophecy. Her spell was limited, she oculdn’t use it however she wanted, and it called for rest quite often, so people became impatient, rude, envy of such power and ‘luxurious life’ of Oracle. Oracle was inside the ruins for more than 2 years, yet less than 4, she could never tell the time by herself, she always relayed on the good hearted people to tell her what time of the year it was. Few peasants told the nobles about mysterious Oracle and the blessings she was able to perform- healing some of the elders, bringing rain and storms, and they decided to take her for their own happines. They took her from the ruins on May 5th, after a small battle that she decided to put against them, they killed Emrys as he tried to help her, and put Lilith inside the cage, forced a mask upon her face so they wouldn’t have to see the markings which some of the nobles recognised as the sign of rebelion. After half a year they got bored of her ‘miracles’ and let her go into the wild. She was somehow able to get into Clover Kingdom, her mask easily telling others that something was wrong with her. But the little bird on her arm was an easy distraction, especialy with how many children would pile up just to be able to pet him or give him some food, so she was able to steal some food from the stands and sometimes money to survive living under the sky. One day she unfortunately tried to rob a Magic Knight Captain, of course not knowing who he was or what a Magic Knight was before that. Nozel Silva was his name, she made a note to remeber that name and upon hearing her explain why she tried to steal from him he actualy took great interest in her story. After a small series of questions which she answered truthfuly, greateful he wasn’t going to put her to jail, He made a decision to let her stay for a week in Silver Eagle HQ where she was able to create few little artifacts helpful in dungeons and unknown areas as well as develop a spell that allowed her to regain sight for a brief moment of 4 minutes. During the week he called her Gulisa, as she told she wasn’t given a name upon birth, and if she was it was long forgotten. Gulisa later turned to Libi which confused the girl, upon asking why he changed his mind he said that it may suit her better, but he’d still prefer to know her true name. Thanks to Nozel’s help she was able to gain money and buy herself a small house which the members of SE often visit after missions in which they found new artifacts. Often times while practising her magic she’d find a dungeon and explore it with Mer. Few times while in Raquey she was stopped by some male who always asked her for a tea, and would tell her stories about folk-tale creatures, guardians of forests, oceans, skies and mountains, the devils and angels, the dragons and their homes of treasures. He presented himself by name ‘Lonan’ yet seems unsure each time he brings the name up, as if hesitating. He’d always pay for the tea and dessert and leave a package with crystals and some metal parts she’d been looking for. She still travels, but mostly around the borders of Clover and Heart Kingdoms. Searching for new artefacts that could maybe, just maybe, help her regain her sight. “The fact I’ve gotten used to being blind doesn’t mean I don’t want to see someone that I have but meet” “You have your spells don’t you?” “But they don’t allow me to see how I used to. Back then I saw people smiling, now when i use my spell you’re always frowning...” And that would be a brief summary of my OC. *Looks over at the pile of papers* Have I forgotten about something? EDIT: Forgot to add: She can’t fully see by using her spells, they allow her to see the basic outlines and few colours, they depend on her mood and levels of mana she got left, so she’s going blind 99% of time. Her mask was put onto her forcefuly and she was unable to take it down before going to Clover Kingdom. The nobles put her into the half-face mask and stiched it to her face, and she started wearing the ‘butterfly’ one after meeting with Nozel, it was first artifact she made in SE’s HQ. She knew the meaning of name Thana and that’s why she didn’t use it when she was free of elders’ will. Also I might need your opinion on this @thespiralgrimoire

#black clover #oc #Blind oracle #mentions of Nozel Silva #Diamond Kingdom #answered #DPS AU #dragons

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juniperjoy101 · 5 years ago

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Violet Sky – (Emily x Reader)

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2.3k

Reader is Gender-Neutral/up to you!

You’re close to giving up when the weather channel predicts the twentieth sunny day in a row.

With you and Emily now reaching a whole year together as a couple, you were more than ready to propose to her, yet it wasn’t until you did some actual research on how to do that in the Valley that the sun suddenly started shining for days and weeks on end. It had been a customary act for you to have your watering can on the ready, crops still requiring their daily nourishment in spite of you feeling droopy and droopier with each day that went on with you being unable to find the dreaded Mermaid's Pendant.

Tired of waiting, you decide to walk over to the bar and invite Emily for a late-night walk around the beach, verifying the time to make sure you went in just twenty minutes before her shift came to an end. You pass by the usual road — the bus stop, Harvey’s clinic, and Pierre’s — until you reach the saloon, the muffled sound of music reaching your ears.

Gus greets you right as you step in while Emily turns her gaze to you, red lips curving into a smile as she stops her work to go approach you at the counter. In accordance to the troubled look on your face, however, it turns into a frown, red eyes softening as she reaches out for your hand, squeezing it softly.

“You doing okay, (Y/N)?” the blue-haired woman asks, lips parting as she goes to speak up again. “I can feel those vibes creeping from a mile away, and they’re not exactly cheerful. Is there something you want to tell me? You know I’m here to listen.”

“I’m fine,” you reply, breaking into a smile when her pale hand reaches out to cup your cheek, (s/t) complexion warming up under her touch. “I know you’ll probably disagree with me, but I really want it to rain for at least just one day.”

She giggles at your comment while you do the same, her concerned expression shifting into one of amusement as she lets go of your face, a tiny blush showing on her cheeks.

“It really must be tough for you, huh? The drought isn't helping the Valley’s soil, so I’m actually wishing for that, too — Even if I just end up heading over to the desert until the rain wears off.”

Emily turns her back on you after that statement, finishing off her last batch of silverware left to clean as she stares up at the clock marking only five minutes until she went out with you. You feel bummed at the thought you can’t offer her to move in just yet, though you push down those emotions and focus on asking her out, the violet sky perfect for watching the stars and strolling along the beach.

“Emily?” you call out, waiting until she places the last piece of cutlery in a drawer.

“What’s up? she asks, turning back to your side.

You notice she still has that blush tinting her face when she looks at you, a sight that makes you hold back the urge to raise an eyebrow, grin, and tease her as to why she was doing that.

“Wanna go for a walk after this? We can go to the beach, or. . . just hang out at my place.”

Pink changing to red, you feel you’ve made the wrong move when her cheeks are just the same colour as her lips. The woman only nods as she moves her hair away from her face and ties it up into a ponytail too short for it not to fall apart in an instant. You offer her your help, to which she accepts by turning around again and handing you the scrunchie. She waits as you comb your hands through her hair and bring it all together, tying it a bit stronger for it not loosen up.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” she states, redness fading away from her face as her mouth turns to a straight line, a stern gaze crossing her eyes. “But I need to go look for something at my house first.”

“Want me to wait for you?”

“You can’t — It has to be a surprise.”

You don’t know what to make of her serious tone and stare, though that falters quickly when a smile returns to her face.

“I promise it’s nothing grim or anything like that, so don’t go making that face when I come back! Those bad energies are back again, and I don’t want them anywhere near you.”

★ ★ ★

The horizon is a mix of dark blues and purples by the time Emily’s back, her voice sending relief right to your shoulders as you loosen up and see her approaching the shore, short hair still tied up with the exception of a few loose strands resting on each side of her face. She has her red dress changed for a more comfortable set of clothing, plus a beige messenger bag resting on her hip and a pair of black, open-toe sandals on her feet, though it still feels far fancier compared to the worn overalls you were wearing.

“You’re making that face again!” she huffs, placing her hands on her hips as her teasing tone chastises the worried frown on your face. “I warned you!”

Unsure as to what she meant with that last statement, you don’t have much time to react when you feel her hands push against your chest, sending you off balance as your rear meets with the sand humid with salty water. She lays on top of you, grinning as she watches the shore crash against you, sending an all-too cold splash of water over your body, her own salvaging itself thanks to the position she stood in. Caught entirely off guard, you can only manage laughing when it dawns that this was meant to be her form of punishing you.

You didn't like exhausting your overalls more than they already were, and she was aware of it.

While these were in fact worn and discoloured, there was a reason for them to look the way they did now. It had been a gift from the same woman currently standing on top of you, one she had given to you not long after you handed her the bouquet meant for declaring your affection towards her.

A whole year had passed since then, yet you were far from wanting to discard the overalls away. You smile at that thought, thankful for those memories despite the lingering concern that you would have to wait another year until proposing.

“That’s more like it!” she exclaims, shaking you out of your thoughts.

You look back up at her to see her still grinning, brighter than you’ve ever seen as her blushing returns.

“Now lets get you out of those clothes, (Y/N) — I brought a spare change ‘cuz I figured you would worry even though I warned you not to.”

Emily gets off of you and helps you up by reaching out for your hand, pulling you back to your feet. She takes out a small stack of clothes a little too neatly-folded for them to be a mere spare, though you don’t question it. Rather, you accept them with a smile and thank her, excusing yourself for her to turn around while you went to change your clothes.

“Tell me when you’re ready!” she mentions, joy present in her tone. “I’ve got something I want to show you.”

★ ★ ★

From the same bag Emily had taken the spare clothes out of, she retrieves a silver ring. Her gaze casts up to you when she gets down on one knee, one hand placed on her lap as the other offers the jewelry towards you. Her stern expression is back again, red lips refusing to part out of their line as she stares sharply at you. You wait for her to speak up first, not wanting to jump to any sort of conclusions despite your surmount of nerves, racing heart, and sweaty palms.

"I know this isn't the traditional way of asking, but. . ." Emily drifts off in her words, bracing herself by taking a pause and a breath. "Will you marry me, (Y/N)?"

You can't shake yourself off your frozen state, mind processing the fact that she had taken that initiative without so much as waiting for a long-due rainy day to show up.

"Emily, I. . ."

You don't know how to react.

Ever since you found interest in her beyond that of being her friend, you wanted to be the one to take every first step there was: to be the first one to ask her out at the Flower Dance, to be the first one to confess, and finally, to be the first one to propose. It hadn't occurred to you she could have taken initiative on her own.

At the sudden observation, you burst into a full smile, take her into a hug, and rest your face on her shoulder, hands holding her waist while she takes hold of your upper back. You let go only to strengthen your grip on her and twirl her around, giddy with excitement and the prospect of getting married soon. She returns your enthusiastic nature by grinning wide, eyes barely visible through the curtain of tears blocking her from seeing you, mouth puckering when she goes to place a kiss on your forehead, giggling afterwards.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” she exclaims, separating herself from you. A subtle trace of embarrassment is present on her voice, though her confidence and positive nature shine through all the same. “I couldn’t stand seeing you sad -- It’s worse than a rainy day.”

Sealing your engagement with a kiss, you break apart only to find another place to spend together in, going for the shore again, where the horizon’s turned to a full purple, cold breeze still prevalent and causing for the both of you to scoot closer towards each other. You offer her to rest her head on your shoulder, yet she takes initiative again by dismissing you and offering you to do that instead, smile encouraging you to accept.

“You need to allow yourself some ‘me-time’ every once in a while,” Emily speaks up, taking your hand. “I know you’re trying your best to make that farm bloom into something wonderful, but damaging your body and spirit will only shorten your time here.”

At the sudden tremble in her voice, you raise your head off her shoulder and look into her expression, smile still there yet conflicting with her watery eyes.

“I don’t want you to leave so soon -- especially now that we’ve taken this step,” she continues, squeezing your hand tighter than before. “So let me help you. Let me take initiative every once in a while and let yourself be taken care of every so often. A relationship works best when both people put equal amounts of effort into it.”

“I’ll. . .” You hesitate in your words, not quite knowing how to offer her some peace of mind in terms of that subject. “I’ll try my best. Thank you, Em.”

“And thank you, (Y/N), for being here today,” she returns, blinking away her tears to form a brighter gaze. “You may not think the same as me, but I think you being here after what happened at the saloon really shows your dedication.”

“Honestly? I just don’t wanna wait anymore. I was getting anxious since winter’s just around the corner -- and that means zero chances of rain ‘till spring.”

Her smile grows in response to your words, her body pressing closer to yours, enough for your shoulders to brush and for her short hair to tickle your face, the lingering scent of the saloon sticking to her. With her this close, you can feel the pace of her breathing, comforting enough to make you grow drowsy.

“I like your honesty, (Y/N),” she comments, letting out a laugh.

The wind blows harder, drowsiness taking over completely. You rest your head on her shoulder again, sighing when she runs her fingers through your scalp in gentle strokes, reaching to the top of your forehead and later the upper back of your neck. She plants another kiss on your lips before you drift off to sleep, the sight of the purple sky and the sound of the ocean the last things you can see and hear right as you fall asleep.

“Sleep tight.”

★ ★ ★

You wake up in bed, fully awake and refreshed -- a feeling that was rare working for both the Joja Corporation and the Valley. Joja was, to put it lightly, inconsiderate with its employees while the farm required plenty of attention, crops and animals taking the most out of your day. Emily’s nowhere near the bedroom, though you can hear the clinking of pots and pans in the kitchen.

Curious, you stand out of bed and rush to see her, heart racing when you spot her midway into your run towards the kitchen. You almost bump into her, though she manages to prevent that, the pot in her hands slushing and sending a puff of smoke in the air. She stifles a laugh and hands you the pot, telling you the name of the dish she had prepared when you’re incapable of identifying it on a first glance.

“It’s a bean hotpot!” she explains, kissing your cheek. “Figured you could use something to start your day off right. I have to go now, but promise me you’ll eat that, alright? If we’re going to live together, you have to eat a healthy meal at least once a day -- I don’t want you getting sick!”

With that, Emily takes her leave, giving you no space to utter a word of protest as she shuts the door behind her, leaving you alone with a fluttering heart and a large, steaming bean hot pot in your hands.

You smile late -- minutes long after her exit, overwhelmed by the change and the woman with the short, blue hair.

#emily x reader #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley #stardew emily #reader insert #gender neutral reader #female reader #male reader #lgbt

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calpalirwin · 5 years ago

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Breathe

A/N: Inspired by a s***ton of song lyrics

And away, and away we go

~~~

One month.

That’s how long you had been crying yourself to sleep. That’s how long you had stared at his side of the bed, wishing he was still there. That’s how long you thought the pain was never going to fade. That’s how long you stared at your phone, fingers itching to call. But you knew it would only set back any progress you were making.

So, your phone stayed silent, your fingers stayed itchy, your eyes stayed red, your pillowcase stayed stained with your tears, his side stayed empty, and the pain stayed just as painful as ever.

One month.

One month until it didn’t hurt to breathe.

Coincidentally, one month was also how long it took until he couldn’t breathe himself. Almost like your pain had finally passed on to him.

~~~

“Hey, it’s Ash,” your voicemail played and you stomach twisted at the voice. “I… uh… your coffee cup… the lipstick… it’s faded… I know you didn’t always wear lipstick because you said I smeared it too much for you to be bothered… but uh… god, it was a work of art when you could be bothered.”

You stared at your phone, finger hovering over the delete button. You took a breath to steady yourself. You had finally moved on from utterly heartbroken to trying to survive. And now his voice was going to drag you right back down again. You wanted to be angry. But, something about the way his voice cracked, like he was crying himself, kept you from deleting the voicemail. Instead, you turned your phone over and went about your day.

~~~

“I wasn’t even trying to do anything other than have a night out with the guys. And then you were there. And then I was doing anything I could to catch your attention. You took my breath away that night. You still do.”

~~~

“Do you remember when I took you to San Francisco? God, we had it right, didn’t we? I can still smell the perfume you were wearing. That sweet little scent that you sprayed on yourself in that shop. I swear my shirt smelled like that perfume for weeks.”

~~~

“I don’t dance… I wasn’t ever really much of a dancer, but you always wanted to. Didn’t matter where. God, the way you looked in parking lots as our feet moved over the painted white lines. My feet don’t dance like they did with you.”

~~~

“What we had was real, right? God, I wish had amnesia because I’m not fine at all.”

Your jaw tightened as you listened. If only he knew you had asked yourself the same question. If he wasn’t fine, why had he left you so easy? The nerve of this guy!

~~~

“Sorry about my last message. That wasn’t fair of me to assume this hasn’t been hard for you. But, God, have you tried getting over you?”

~~~

“Does he know that you hate drinking? Does he shave before he kisses you? Does he let you miss me or does he say something funny or clever to take your mind off it? I hope he does. I hope he realizes that he has the greatest girl laying on his chest. But, please… lie to me and say it isn’t true. Tell me there isn’t someone else.”

~~~

One month.

That’s how long you had watched your phone ring. That’s how long you had listened to his messages, his voice broken and stone-cold sober.

That’s how long you waited until you finally picked up the phone the next time it rang.

“What?” you asked, pinching the bridge of your nose. “What confession do you have tonight? And why? Why now? I’m not a booty call, Ashton! I’m not someone you can call every time you get lonely. I have more self-respect than that!”

“Uh.. Y/N? It’s Cal…” Calum’s voice sounded over the line.

You pulled your phone back to check the caller ID. “Oh, sorry.”

“Yeah,” the man rushed past your apology. “Look, I’m sorry to do this, but can you get down here? It’s Ash.”

“Cal… Ash is…”

“The last person you want to see, I know. But, I’m desperate Y/N. You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

You sighed. “Where are you guys?”

~~~

“Y/N!” Calum exclaimed in relief when you made your way into the bar.

“Where is he?” you said shortly.

“Over here,” Calum said, leading you to a very depressed looking Ashton sitting by himself in a booth. “Hey, mate, look who’s here.”

Ashton’s hazel eyes looked up from his glass to find you standing there. He would’ve smiled, but it hurt to move.

You looked at the glass in front of Ashton, and glared at Calum. “God damn it, Cal! You promised me!” you scolded the man. When Ashton called things off 2 months ago, you made Calum swear that Ashton would stay sober.

“Would you relax? It’s Coke, damn…” Calum said, not bothering to hide his irritation at your misplaced anger.

“Can’t get drunk anyways,” Ashton deadpanned. “Can’t get over you that way.”

“I, on the other hand, can,” Calum forced a grin. “I’ll be over at the bar if you need me,” he told you, resting a large hand briefly on your small shoulder before walking off.

You sighed and slid into the booth with Ashton. Now was your chance to get everything off your chest. To put Ashton Irwin in his place for breaking your heart. As you opened your mouth, prepared to unleash holy hell on this man, a soft “I’m sorry,” reached your ears, Ashton’s lips barely moving.

“What?” you asked, leaning in closer to hear better.

“I’m sorry… I… I didn’t know what I was thinking… I just knew I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Losing you.”

“So, you thought pushing me away was the answer?” you scoffed.

“I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Ashton!” you yelled, clenching your fists as a tear slid down your cheek. “God damn it. Do you know what you did to me?” you hissed. “I missed work because I couldn’t drag myself out of bed. I thought I was going to go blind from crying in the dark for so long. God, I couldn’t fuckin breathe!” You hastily wiped at your eyes. “And when I finally got to a point where I thought I could survive again, you started leaving me those damned voicemails! But sure… you’re sorry. Cuz that’s the magic phrase to fix 2 months of shit.”

He stared at you, listening to you unleash your fury. When you stopped he opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

“If you say you’re sorry, I swear I’ll slug you,” you growled, glaring at the man across from you. God, did he have to look so sad?!

He closed his mouth and just stared.

“Well…? Say something, damn it!”

“I’m sorry.”

In a blind rage, you swiped his glass of Coke off the table, getting a small satisfaction of the look of the shock that crossed Ashton’s features and the shattering of glass. “What did I just fuckin say?”

“But, I am, okay? And I know that doesn’t fix anything, but it doesn’t make me less sorry. I was doing what I thought was best for you, okay?”

“What you thought was best for me? Ashton, you don’t get to make that choice for me!”

“I know, and I’m so-”

“Ashton Fletcher…” you growled, daring him to say he was sorry again.

His hands went up defensively. “I know, okay?”

“You didn’t even give me a chance…” you said sadly, the fight leaving you “You just gave up. On me. On us. Over in one phone call like it never mattered.”

“I know. I’m the stupid one who ended it, and now I’m stupid one regretting it. But, you’ve clearly moved on. And I have to live with that mistake. Go home, Y/N. I’ll stop calling.”

“Moved on?” you asked. “You think I moved on?”

“Well yeah. I’ve seen the stories.”

The stories… of course. “You mean the stories that smeared my name? The stories that claimed you broke up with me because I was using you?”

“The stories that showed you out with someone else not even a week later?” he shot back, tired of being on the defensive. “The stories that got brought up in interview after interview that I then spent more time defending you than getting interviewed?”

“Oh, boo fuckin hoo! I’m Ashton Irwin! I do 3 interviews between tour dates! I want to brag about my life, but they keep bringing up my ex who’s heart I ripped out without a second thought!” you mocked.

“So, you don’t deny it.”

“Deny what?!”

“The guy?”

“What guy?!”

“From the STORIES!” he roared, his hazel eyes flashing dangerously. “God, Y/N, it wasn’t even a week later…”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s a good thing you’re famous and pretty. Honestly, is Luke borrowing the one collective brain cell you guys have? He’s my friend, Ash. A friend you actually met along with his wife, who was conveniently cropped out of the pictures.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah… God, do you really think I would do that you?”

“So, you haven’t…?”

“Moved on? Gotten over you? No, Ash, I haven’t. I can’t. And more than that, I don’t want to.”

“Why? I broke your heart, Y/N...”

“Because I still love you. Because I’ll let you ruin my life over and over again if it means I get to keep you for just a second longer. Because I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything in my entire life. Because even though you broke my heart, I’m desperately wishing you’ll put it back together.”

“Can I have a second chance? I don’t deserve one. I know that. But, please? I’ll get it right this time. I promise.”

Instead of answering him, you stood up. He dropped his gaze to hide his hurt, a sigh escaping his lips. If he was honest, he was surprised that you hadn’t stormed off earlier. He didn’t deserve this conversation, let alone a second chance.

So, when your hands wrapped around his neck, he had just enough time to give you a surprised look before your lips were on his. He quickly got over his surprise and melted into you, his arms snaking around your back to pull you closer to him.

When he had gone out earlier that night, Ashton never would have dreamed that he’d end up with you straddled on his lap, lips locked together. But, he was glad it was happening, and he was never coming up for air.

#breathe #ashton irwin #ashton blurb #5SOS #galcal irwin

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afterglowparker · 6 years ago

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Only a Matter of Time (Part 1 - When)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 4,403

Warnings: A dose (ton) of fluff. Soft angst.

Prompt: Friends to Lovers AU

Summary: Peter reminisces on the moments he fell in love with you.

A/N: This is a piece that has lived in my mind for quite some time; it is also my entry for @h-osterfield’s 5k writing challenge. Congrats on this milestone and happy birthday, Kat! I hope you all enjoy the first part of this mini-series.

If you feel inclined to do so, listen to Us the Duo’s “I Will Wait For You” as it is the song that largely inspired this piece. :)

Peter wasn’t sure of the exact moment when he fell for you; maybe, he’d always been in love with you. That part was clear as crystal to him: he was in love. Sometimes, he thought he had fallen in love with you that first day you stepped foot into Midtown High.

“Hey, are you here for AP Chemistry?”

A soft voice broke through Peter and Ned’s conversation, causing the fluffy haired brunette to turn around, his words dying in his throat as he gaped at the girl in front of him: she was beautiful. High waisted dark blue jeans, with white stripes, adorned her legs, while an oversized cropped white shirt, with some logo Peter didn’t recognize, hung off her upper body. He took note of the way her fingers drummed against the handful of textbooks in her arms and how she subtly tried to shrug the strap of her bag back up her right shoulder; the thin layer of perspiration on her forehead gave way to the nerves she was feeling and Peter tried to form a smile, still not quite able to get words out of his mouth.

Say something! He yelled at himself internally. Literally anything! Or at least close your mouth! What are you doing?!

“It’s uh, this is, uh,” Peter’s tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips, as he struggled to form a coherent sentence, his cheeks warming as the girl in front of him furrowed her brows at him.

“This is AP Chemistry. Unfortunately. I wish it was something more interesting.” Ned interjected, trying to save his best friend from the growing awkward tension, and smiling at his new classmate; you returned it with a tight-lipped smile.

“Okay, yeah, thanks. Sorry, just wanted to make sure before I settled in. Nothing worse than being in the wrong place and having to awkwardly get up in the middle of the teacher talking,” You replied as you shuffled to sit at the desk behind the two boys.

Ned turned around in his seat, so he was able to continue the conversation, Peter mirroring his actions.

“So are you a transfer? I mean, I assume so, cuz I haven’t seen you around Midtown before.”

“I am actually. My Dad recently got a job offer or promotion of some sort that required us to move out here. We just got in yesterday so it’s all kind of crazy.”

“Oh well, I’m Ned. I think you’ll really like it here at Midtown. The people aren’t so bad, save for a few. Lunch is questionable, so maybe bring your own. And for the most part the teachers are pretty chill.”

You smiled, grateful for the kind boy in front of you, your nerves about not being able to form any friendships in the middle of the year beginning to fade.

“I’m Y/N. I really appreciate all of that by the way. I’ll be sure to come to you with any questions I may have about this place,” you laughed, eyes darting to the right to see that Ned’s desk-mate was still staring at you, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, “Uh…is he okay?”

Ned looked to his left, lightly shoving Peter as he answered.

“Peter? Yeah, he’s good. I think he just thinks you’re pretty.”

Heat instantly shot up your neck and you felt the tips of your ears begin to burn, as Peter’s head whipped to his right, eyes wide in disbelief as he couldn’t believe Ned had just said that. Before Peter could even try to save himself, not wanting to scare you away before he had even uttered a real sentence to you, the teacher walked in, dropping his bag at his desk up front, while the door shut, forcing all further conversation to cease. As he turned to face forward in his seat, he shut his eyes in embarrassment, wanting to disappear, not feeling your gaze lingering on him.

It was 7th period and Peter still couldn’t shake the girl and their interaction, or lack-there-of, from earlier. He had seen her again at lunch, sitting off to the side by herself, nose in a book as she picked at the food in front of her. His feet began to carry him towards her, but then his brain caught up and instead steered him toward his usual table with Ned and MJ, where he settled on just admiring you from a distance, as Ned’s words fell on deaf ears.

“Stare any harder and she’s gonna combust.” MJ had bluntly stated, before turning back to her own book.

“I’m not staring!” Peter quickly snapped, tearing his gaze away from you, trying to rid the blush dusting his cheeks.

“Peter,” Ned began, “you’re clearly staring. And have been since you sat down. You pretty much haven’t been listening to what I’ve been saying.”

“What? Yes I have.”

“You kept nodding at random times and half the time it didn’t make sense.”

At that, Peter turned his gaze downwards to the table, but it wasn’t long before his eyes found themselves back on you.

“Look,” Ned said, turning to fully face his best friend, “just go and talk to her. You’re y’know,” he gave his friend a knowing look that said you’re Spider-Man without him having to say it out loud, “there’s nothing you can’t do!”

“This is different, Ned,” Peter shook his head, “I can’t just…go up and talk to her! She’s way out of my league. I mean, look at her…and she’s wicked smart, did you hear her answer all the questions during chem? Maybe we should get her to join the decathlon team.”

“Whatever, man. I think you should just talk to her. I’ve been talking to Betty recently, and I think that’s going well. So I don’t know. You never know until you try.”

Peter had been contemplating Ned’s words since and even now, as he entered the classroom to sit through English, he couldn’t help but feel like Ned was right. As his feet dragged him to his usual seat, he noticed a familiar figure already settled in at his usual desk, writing in a notebook.

“Hey, uh,” Peter mumbled, pulling the earbuds out of his ears, his voice causing the girl to look up at him, “we had chemistry together, earlier, today…I’m Peter.”

You smiled, flicking the pen back and forth in your hand, as you stared at the boy in front of you.

“Yeah, I remember. Your friend Ned told me.”

Peter shut his eyes briefly, willing the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

“Right, uh. I just. I wanted to apologize for earlier. I know it must’ve been a bit…weird. I didn’t mean to weird you out.”

“It’s okay. I get it. Talking to people isn’t really my thing either.”

“Really?” Peter’s eyes widened slightly, “You seemed so at ease talking to Ned earlier.”

“Yeah, well,” you breathed out, placing the pen down on your notebook before continuing, “trick of the trade, I guess. Sometimes faking confidence enacts actual confidence. Um, how about we just start over? I’m Y/N.” You finished, sticking your hand out, hoping the boy would return the gesture. He smiled, nerves floating away.

“Peter, it’s really nice to meet you.” He concluded, a smile gracing his face as he reached out to shake your hand. Upon letting go, he took a seat at the desk next you and you both carried on a conversation until class started. He was really glad you had taken his seat.

Since then, you and Peter had been inseparable. You were closer than two peas in a pod. Sometimes, he felt like he didn’t know how to function without you. Anything there was to know about each other, you both knew – save for the secret of Peter’s alter ego. Peter thought maybe he fell in love with you over the course of many study sessions.

It was nearing 7 PM when the weight of your head on Peter’s shoulder broke his focus.

“I can’t do this anymore. My brain is an actual puddle now.” You huffed, eyes still attached to the study guide in your lap. It was a Wednesday night and Peter and you were sat on his bed, while helping each other study for the chemistry test the next day; the reality of the situation was that you’d both do fine by yourself, you just loved any excuse to spend time with the other.

“C’mon, Y/N, we’re practically almost done, you just gotta power through it.” Though his actions contradicted his words, as he rested his head on top of yours. He felt the groan you let out vibrate through his body, as you threw your work to the side and placed your legs over Peter’s, effectively covering his work, and wrapping your arms around his body.

“This is stupid. I’m dropping out of high school.”

Peter laughed, his right arm beginning to rub your back gently.

“You’re too brilliant to drop out. Besides, without you there, who’s going to give me a run for my money?”

“Excuse me, Parker, I think it’s the other way around. I think we all know I definitely rank above you in our class.”

“Pretty bold of a wannabe high school dropout to assume that.”

You shoved him lightly, causing another laugh of his to fill the air, as you resumed your former sitting position by him, smiling as you spoke.

“Yeah, well, you’ll be happy to know that you got number seven wrong. So I wouldn’t be so cocky.”

“No I didn-,” but Peter’s words cut off as he focused on his paper, a blush rising to his cheeks, “Yeah, well. It’s only cuz you distracted me. I would’ve caught it.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure,” You replied sarcastically, your eyes lighting up just that bit more – something only Peter could draw out of you – as you gave him a quizzical look, “What would you ever do without me?”

Peter paused, lips slightly parted, as he gazed into your eyes; it was always like being home, even if he was far from it. He shook his head slowly, letting the words softly fall from his chapped lips.

“I don’t know…” A silence fell between you both, as you took comfort in the presence of the other, before Peter cleared his throat, “Okay, how about, we finish one more page and then I’ll let you raid my fridge for whatever you want and we’ll finish The Theory of Everything?”

“That, Peter Parker,” you lightly bopped his nose with your yellow highlighter, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “is the best thing you’ve said to me all week. So! I was working through number eleven, and it’s not too bad…”

Peter’s eyes studied your profile, as your words flitted in one ear and out the other, the increased thump, thump, thump, of his heart pre-occupying his mind.

Or maybe it was during one of your countless movie nights.

Your legs were thrown over Peter’s lap, his arm around your shoulders, holding you close to him, as your head rested on his shoulders, and your arms were lazily strewn across his stomach.

“I like cuddling with you, you’re warm and make me feel safe.”

Peter’s heartrate rose whenever he’d recall your words and he’d create any excuse to cuddle with you since, knowing you wouldn’t say no. Currently, your body was shaking slightly, and he was rubbing your back lightly, trying to ease your cries.

“Y/N, we’ve seen this movie over a hundred times. You already know what’s going to happen.”

It was your weekly movie night, and you had somehow convinced Peter to watch The Theory of Everything once again, seeing as it was your favorite movie. Of course, Peter enjoyed it too, but after watching it as many times as you both had, he started to grow tired of it. But as long as you were happy, he was content.

“I know, but I just. How can you not cry? Like, sorry you’re a heartless monster.” You sobbed a little more. Peter’s laugh vibrated through his chest and you could feel it, along with how your heartbeats increased.

“I’m not heartless, Y/N. I cried the first time you made me watch it. I just know what’s happening now.”

“Well maybe the anticipation just makes it sadder, Peter. I don’t know! Let me be an ugly, crying mess in peace.”

“Hey,” Peter shrugged his shoulder lightly, prompting you to look up at him. He wiped some of your tears away with his hand not wrapped around you, and then placed it against your forearm, holding you a little tighter, “You’re not an ugly, crying mess. I’m just messing with you. I was pretty close to tears too. Also…I think you look really pretty when you cry.”

You smiled, eyes turning back towards the screen, settling in for the rest of the movie.

“Thanks, Pete. I don’t know if I necessarily agree with that statement, but I’m really lucky to have you.”

Peter rested his head on top of yours, eyes settled on the film, but his mind focused on you.

“I’m lucky to have you, too.”

Other times, Peter thought maybe it was Junior Prom when he had really taken the plunge and his love finally crossed from friendly to something more.

“Ow! Y/N you’re supposed to be pining it to my jacket, not impaling me viciously.”

“Well maybe if you stopped fidgeting, I’d be able to pin it to your jacket!”

“I’m only fidgeting cuz you stabbed me with the pin!”

From the side, you heard Ned’s laugh and you turned in time to see him lowering Peter’s phone.

“I don’t know why you guys haven’t gotten together already. You already bicker like an old married couple.”

At his words, you suddenly felt the familiar heat creep up your cheeks, which seemed to be a common occurrence when Peter was around, and hoped that your makeup helped to conceal it. Peter on the other hand was looking at Ned in disbelief – no matter how many times he told Ned to cool it with the dating comments when they hung out, he never seemed to get the message to stick.

“I, uh…I don’t kno-I mean-I-did you get the photo Ned?” Peter finally worked out, as he non-verbally gave his other best friend a look, pleading with him to move on. Luckily, MJ could take a hint.

“Yeah, he got it. And about a thousand other photos. I swear, he’s your two’s biggest fan. But yes, you’re typical, high school prom photo has been taken.”

You laughed at MJ’s words, having grown fond of her sarcasm over the past year, and grabbed the phone out of Ned’s hands. As you scrolled you leaned into Peter, letting him see Ned’s handy work.

“These are cute! I really like this one!”

You had stopped on a candid moment Ned had captured of the two of you laughing, as you struggled to pin the boutonniere to his suit jacket. As you continued swiping through the copious amounts of photos – MJ was not joking around – Peter’s eyes remained focused on you. He was convinced that every single photo of you could be filed away in the dictionary under “beautiful” and all its synonyms. The way your face lit up as you laughed, and your eyes slightly crinkled at the corners, and you threw your whole body into your happiness – he’d never get tired of looking at you.

“Y’know, I think Ned might actually be better at this photography thing than you, Pete.” You concluded, smiling up at him as he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I admit, they’re good photos. But let’s remember whose photos are in the Daily Bugle.”

You rolled your eyes, lightly shoving Peter and handing his phone back to him.

“We get it, you took some photos of Spider-Man and you’re buddy-buddy with him. Way to constantly flex on the rest of us. Also, as a not-so-subtle, but subtle reminder, I’m still waiting to meet him.”

Peter’s mind began to short-circuit at the mention of his alter ego, as it always did when it was brought up around you – a firm reminder that he hadn’t let you in on his secret yet: and he didn’t intend to anytime soon. In an effort to change the subject, he threw the first idea he had out.

“Hey, it’s getting late, we should probably start heading to the gym.” “But it’s only 7:30, the doors only opened thirty minutes ago?” Ned began, thinking aloud.

“Ned! We should,” Peter not so subtly looked over at you, “head over to the gym.”

Ned’s eyes widened as his mouth formed an “o.” Meanwhile you rolled your eyes and stepped forward, looping your arm through MJ’s.

“You both are dorks. MJ’s my date now, sorry Peter.”

And with that you began walking away, speaking quietly with MJ. Ned stood beside Peter now, as they watched the two girls putting space between them.

“You’ve got it so bad for Y/N.” Ned bluntly stated.

“Do not. We’re best friends. I care for her the way I care for all of you.”

“No, you don’t. And if you did, I’d be a little worried. I think you should just tell her. I’ve been saying the same thing since the first day you malfunctioned when you saw her.”

The tips of Peter’s ears began to burn.

“I did not malfunction.” Peter mumbled.

“Right, and-”

“Hey losers!” MJ’s voice cut Ned off, “are you coming or not?”

“Peter, I know I said MJ was my date now, but she just made fun of me. I miss you. Come back to me.”

Pete shook his head slowly, as he and Ned began the short trek towards their two best friends, him shouting a response.

“Always will, Y/N.”

Hell, maybe it was that one week without you that truly opened his eyes to what he had in front of him.

It was the seventh day of what Peter deemed radio silence between you two, and he was on the brink of insanity. He had long since grown tired of the tense and brief greetings, the few, to non-existent texts, the absence of heart fluttering laughs and smiles from you, sarcastic exchanges, cuddles, and all-around – the presence of you in his life. Truthfully, anyone could tell that he had been off since the beginning of the week, when you had first told Peter you needed space, while breaking down in front of him. It broke his heart to see you cry and it turned it into dust knowing he was the cause.

May Parker hated seeing her nephew distraught, and now as he stood in front of your door, he could only hope that all the advice that May had been giving him would pay off. With any luck, by the end of this, he’d have his best friend back. Hesitantly, he lifted his fist, and thought through every scenario, almost chickening out, before his fist finally landed on the oak-door; the thud resonating through the space around him.

It only took you thirty seconds to open the door, but Peter swore it felt like an hour, as his nerves went haywire. The sight of you in front of him, looking tired and worn down, but still so beautiful, dressed in a loose pair of joggers and his Midtown pullover was enough for his brain to combust.

“Hey…Y/N…” Peter started softly, as you had just been staring at him after having opened the door. You had yet to invite him in, hand still on the doorknob, as you kept the door close to you; only opening it wide-enough for you to stand in the doorway.

“Peter.”

The tension between you both had never been so thick, Peter was lost.

“I um…I came to apologize.”

“Okay…”

You were just as lost as him.

“I know…I know I messed up. I should’ve been there for you. It was a big night for you. I know that. You worked hard for that award. I know you did. And I’ve always known how brilliant you were, but I should’ve been there cheering you on, louder than anyone in that audience. I’m proud of you. You know that. I just…I let the Stark Internship take me away and I know I could’ve at least sent you a text and that’s my fault and I can’t promise I won’t mess up again, but please,” his voice cracked, as a tear slipped down his face, “please forgive me. I’ll do better. I will. I’m not perfect, but I love you so much. You’re my best friend. I can’t do this – life – without you. You make me better…”

He trailed off, once again unsure of where to go next. A silence fell between you both, as Peter’s fingers began to twist the fabric of his faded, blue sweater sleeve between his fingers, his nerves raising as he waited for your response. You simply stood in front of him, hand still on the door knob, as you peered into his eyes. Your bottom lip was stuck between your teeth and before Peter could stop your assault on the skin, he felt arms being wrapped around his neck, and his feet stumbling back a few paces.

“I’m sorry, Peter.”

Peter froze for a moment, your arms tightening around him, as he soaked in the feeling of having you back in his arms. Without much further thought, he felt his eyes shutting and his arms wrapping around your waist, feeling the weight in his chest lighten for the first time in a week.

“Don’t be. I’m the one who’s sorry.”

“No, I overreacted. I shouldn’t have shut you out, because you know I support you in everything you do. I know that the Stark Internship is a huge commitment and I should’ve just talked it out and-”

“Hey, hey, no,” Peter pulled away from you, just far enough to peer into your eyes, “you didn’t overreact. I mean, I do wish we could’ve just talked it through, a week without you was too long for me, but I was being an uncaring friend. There’s no way around the truth. I should’ve made more of an effort. It was important to you, so it should’ve been equally as important to me. You’re my best friend and I love you. You know that. I just. I don’t always know how to balance and handle things the best.”

“I love you too, Pete,” you pulled him close to you again and whispered into the crook of his neck, “God, I never want to go that long without you again.”

“You won’t have too. Not if I have a say in it.”

All these thoughts sped through Peter’s mind the day he found himself sitting on his couch, across from you, as you told him the three words he never thought he would hear.

“I’m moving, Peter.”

The three words sent ice through his bloodstream, the gears in his brain jammed, and his body shutdown.

“Pete? Did you hear me?” Your hand on top of his brought him back, the touch warming him, even though he felt anything but comfort.

“You’re what? Why?”

“My Dad got another job offer. It requires us to move again.”

“Okay, well, so what? Now you’re an extra subway stop away, that’s not so bad. I can handle that. We can handle that. I mean, we’re best friends there’s nothing we can’t handle. Right?” Peter was frantic. Whether he fully understood it or not, he had feelings for you, and they went deeper than you both knew.

“Pete,” your voice cracked, and your throat began to hurt as you struggled not to cry, “It’s all the way out in California. But it’s still in the country, y’know! We can…we can Skype and FaceTime and write letters – and I bet I can get my parents to let me come visit! I mean, Queens is my home. You’re my home, Peter. You’re my best friend.”

Peter felt his heart flutter at your words, and as tears slid down his face, he lifted his arms so he could cup your face and wipe away your tears.

“Yeah,” he forced out through a broken laugh, your hands now grasping his as your thumbs ran across the expanse of his skin, “you’re my best friend too. Nothing’s gonna change that. So we don’t get to see each other as often. It sucks, but we’ll get through it. Cuz we’re us. And we can get through anything. I mean, if we could get through the disaster that was fifth period Junior Year, I think we can get through just about anything.”

You laughed, and even though you had a little bit of snot running out of your nose and tears spilled endlessly, he swore your beauty battled that of the moon’s, sun’s, and every other beautiful creation the world presented to him.

Pulling away from his grip, you brought your sleeve up to your face and tried to rid any sign of your breakdown. And before he could reach out to make sure you were okay, you launched yourself into his arms, his own flying up and stilling before squeezing you as tight as he could. Your breath tickled his neck as you spoke quietly.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.”

He rubbed your back and pulled you in just that little bit closer, eyes closing as he let his face rest in the crook of your neck.

“I’m gonna be lost without you too.”

Regardless of the moment he fell for you, he knew that what he felt was true. More than anything, he regretted never acting on those feelings. So as he stood in front of the security checkpoint at JFK, he pulled you in with a choked sob of I’ll miss you for the last time, for who knew how long. His nose was buried in your hair, his arms encased around your body, being sure to memorize this moment in its entirety: from the way you smelled, to the outfit you wore, to the weight of your arms around him, and even your tears staining his neck and shirt. Maybe now wasn’t your time, and while he was slightly irked at the universe for that, he was hopeful for the future, because that’s what love gives you: hope.

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lastoneout · 5 years ago

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So I keep telling myself I’m not gonna talk about this anymore but it’s late and I’m salty and I figure this would be a good learning opportunity for everyone anyway so whatever.

I keep seeing people commenting on how the Delpad Week prompt list getting stolen and vandalized doesn’t count as art theft because I guess technically I didn’t “draw” anything while making it. And I feel like this is coming down to people just not understanding the work that goes into graphic design? (I mean I assume some of it is just people wanting to make excuses for doing something horrible but w/e I had my panic attacks I’m over it.) So since we do live in an age where people still devalue graphic design and other computer-based art forms I thought would break down all of the steps that I took when designing the prompt list, as well as the icons and banners for Delpad Week.

(And as a quick disclaimer there were probably easier ways to do some of the things I’m gonna list but I am still learning and I had never really used Clip Studio Paint before. I am an amateur, be patient with me.)

Step One - Picking Fonts!

Now this one might have come down to me just being picky, but I had a pretty clear idea in my head of what I wanted the “logo” to look like so after opening Clip and determining that NONE of the default fonts came anywhere close to what I was looking for I went to dafont.com and spent like...god I want to say close to an hour browsing the free fonts until I found a 5-10 options I liked.

I then had to extract and install all of the files onto my pc and make sure they worked, which is easy, but still took time.

Then I typed out what I wanted the logo to say using all of the different fonts to see what they looked like and what they looked like next to each other. See it’s a good idea to compliment fancy serif fonts with simple sans serif ones so I needed to pick a fancy one for the “Delpad Week” text and then a simple one for the prompts and dates and such.

Step Two - COLORS!

After I picked the two fonts I wanted to use I had to pick out the colors for the poster and the text. I took the colors for the “Delpad Week” logo itself from a pic of the Sun Chaser/Cloud Slayer I found, both the usual red and then the darker shadow. Which, once again, there HAS to be an easier way to do this but I typed the words out twice in both colors and painstakingly layered them over each other in just the right way to get the “drop shadow” effect I wanted.

Then I picked a nice light black for the rest of the text that I think I took from the line art on a screen cap I found? Either way it looked better than true black. And took time to find.

And of course I needed to find a good blue for the background which took a bit cuz it needed to match everything else.

Step Three - Sizing!

I had to look up all of the different recommended photo dimensions for tumblr and twitter icons, headers, posts, ect to make sure the damn things wouldn’t look wonky once I uploaded them.

Oh and since Clip is weird I did actually have to do that typing/layering thing on EACH NEW PICTURE I made. Which making sure they all looked the same sure was FUCKING HARD and took hours!

And my friend took the time to make the transparent Della and LP for the banners and I had to resize and center them on each pic. And I had to find and size/position the clouds and transparent Sun Chaser/Cloud Slayer too.

Step 4 - Putting It All Together!

Imo this one is the hardest since Clip doesn’t have alignment tools and even if it did sometimes due to fonts and art and such being the way they are true center doesn’t actually LOOK centered to the human eye so there’s a lot of fiddling around with the text and pics to make it look as close as possible to center which starts to kinda numb your mind after a while. Lots of taking breaks and coming back to it to make sure it looked okay.

And of course typing all of the prompts out and making sure the fonts actually do look okay and everything is spelled right and spaced correctly. I have dyslexia, I double check spelling, sue me.

So once you finally think that everything looks okay you get to go upload it to different sites to make sure the icons and such don’t look blurry or get cropped weird and then inevitably go back and move everything around again or in some cases remake them entirely(the deviantART icon took like two re-makes to get right) when they do. Shit takes time, yo.

That might not seem like a lot but let me stress that I made the prompt list poster, the tumblr icon and banner, the twitter icon and banner, the deviantART club icon, and the other banners for things like updates and such. Which all and all took the better part of TWO FUCKING DAYS.

And that’s not even mentioning the time it took to find a good tumblr theme and set it up and put together the DA club and the twitter account, as well as documenting all of the prompt suggestions and making sure I picked ones that were vague enough to allow for creativity as well as represented what everyone wanted, plus deciding on/writing out all of the rules including the ones for different sites. All of which, aside from some help here and there from friends, I did by myself. For free.

I’m not complaining. I am having a blast running Delpad Week, and making all of this was frustrating but fun. I love graphic design, I wanted to do my best, hell I even got input from my godfather who is a graphic designer on some of the banners just to make sure everything was as high a quality as it could be. And you know what? I was really, really proud of that prompt list. I have been stuck at home disabled for about a year now in awful pain most of the time and only just getting back into drawing and graphic design and I was super happy with how everything came out. I wanted people to see it, I wanted to give Delpad fans a beautiful blog and prompt list to look at after everything we have been through. And not to toot my own horn but I think I delivered.

So considering all of that you can see why having someone steal the banner, deface it with horrible and triggering content was so horribly upsetting to me. Aside from how defacing something a queer woman worked hard on with words like “burning a pride flag” is abhorrent and drove me to tears and panic attacks, how would you guys feel if someone took something you worked on for two days and shat all over it for a cheap joke? Especially when the only thing you did wrong was want to give a good, cute ship some attention.

Graphic Design is an art. Taking someone’s unique design, vandalizing it, and then reposting it IS ART THEFT. Just because it took you 10 minutes to open the pic up, color over the original text and use a crappy font to add in your own prompts doesn’t mean making the thing in the first place was that easy. (And again, I’m not complaining about the time and the work. I’m having fun. I love graphic design. If I didn’t want to do this I wouldn’t have.)

But anyway, like I said, I’m trying to not let it bother me anymore. People have apologized and that’s good. But hopefully this breakdown can help you guys appreciate the work that goes into graphic design and be a bit more courteous to the people who do that work, especially for free.

#long post #fandom discourse #ducktales discourse #fandom wank

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shitty-tf2-headcanons · 5 years ago

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can I ask? the reader is Scout's best friend (also a mercenary. the reader is a little older than him). during one of the sincere conversations between them, poor Jeremy find out that between the reader and the spy there was a short romance (and sex, of course)and the reader is offended by the spy, since after that there was nothing more. and a scout reaction before he found out that the spy was his biological father afterwards? maybe a spy react too? thank you!

Sure thing my beautiful anon! Ask and you shall receive. I’ll do the first request here and I’ll make a separate post for your next request. Cool? Cool!

“Damn this heat…”

Y/N wiped their sweaty forehead with the back of their hand, the sun bore solely down on them, as if the universe was trying to cook them alive as punishment for some misgiving. Sure, they had done some bad things, becoming a bloodthirsty mercenary was one of them, but did it really mean they would have to be cooked like beef jerky. Y/N glared up at the sun, “Go away sun!” they waved their arms up at the cloudless sky, “I’m not ready to become jerky!” they shouted.

“Uhh…Y/N?”

Y/N nearly tripped over their own feet in their haste to confront the all too familiar voice. It was too nasally to be anyone else other than-

“J-Jeremy!” Y/N stared at him with a widened eyes, their face growing hot from more than just the sun. “How long have you been standing there?”

Jeremy scoffed, “Since you started praising the sun.” he barely suppressed a giggle when their face scrunched up. They turned away and faced the ground below, the orange sand lay still and untouched. All heat and no wind…

Y/N jumped at the cold touch of aluminium on their arm, the cold welcome but hated all the same. “Asshole…” Y/N snatched the can of soda from his hand, a buck toothed grin on his freckled face. He took a seat on the wooden roof and cracked open a can of Bonk!, its chemical sugary smell wafted up into their nose and they cringed, “Oh can you drink that…” they squinted at the bright yellow can,”…junk? Isn’t that stuff radioactive?” Jeremy shrugged and threw his head back and chugged the entire can.

“Ughh…” they shivered. “Did the kid gain some kind of immunity to that crap? Will he finally become the famed Bonk! Boy if he drinks more of it?” They chuckled under their breath.

“So what’s going on with you?”

“Huh?”

“What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting all weird…its creeping me out.”

“Everything creeps you out…”

“I’m serious, Y/N! Did something happen?!”

Y/N breathed out heavily through their nostrils, their eyes squeezed shut as they grit their teeth, “Nothing. You’re imagining th-”

“Like Hell I am!” He stood up so fast that Y/N jolted for a second. Jeremy dropped the now crushed can of Bonk! and took them by the shoulder. He forcefully turned them towards him and glared, “Cut the crap and tell me what the hell is going on with you!?”

Y/N studied his face. He was a nice shade of red, the freckles that dotted his face seemed to stand out more. His cheeks were puffed like a chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts. Y/N’s lips quivered into a amused smirk.

“You…You look like a strawberry.” it wasn’t even close to the best insult they’ve told, but damn was it accurate. Jeremy stared at them for a good long second. Then his face became even more red and his brow furrowed until he resembled a even more pissed off strawberry. That was it for them. Y/N bowed over and laughed. They didn’t remember the last time they laughed this hard, tears pricked the corner of their eyes.

“J-Jackass! It’s not even t-that…that…” The anger had completely faded from his face and voice, Y/N’s laughter broke him until he was laughing that obnoxious laugh of his own. Oh what would the team think if they saw the two knuckleheads laughing like goons on top of the building. Y/N braced themselves on their knees while Jeremy leaned on their back.

Their laughter soon died down into soft smiles on both their faces. The heat no longer felt unbearable, the sun had begun to dip below the horizon.

Jeremy lightly smacked Y/N on the shoulder, “Hey…Y/N?” They turned to look at him. His smile dipped slightly, “We’re…We’re best friends, right?” his voice grew soft near the end.

Y/N’s smile only grew, “Hell yeah…we’re the bestest of friends. We have been since I first joined the team. You were a annoying little brat but you knew how to have fun. Though…you seemed a little lonely.”

“Lonely? Well…I mean yeah but that’s cuz everybody on the team hates me-”

“Jeremy-”

“No no it’s true. You know it and I know it! If I just-” Jeremy expanded his hands like a explosion and nearly shouted POOF, “no one would care. No one but you Y/N!”

“Jeremy don’t say that-”

“I’m just the baby of the team! The big stupid baby who can’t even read or pronounce shit right!” His voice grew tight and tears filled his eyes, “No wonder everyone wants me gone-”

Y/N grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Their hand ran up to his strawberry blonde hair and knocked his cap right off, just so they could rake their fingers through the cropped hair. Jeremy seized up for a moment but quickly wrapped his arms around their waist. He stuffed his face into the crook of their neck and sobbed.

“Ssshhhshhh…it’s okay Jer…you’re fine, you’re fine…” Y/N whispered softly into his ear. Jeremy hiccuped, “I-I know…I know..!” his arms tightened around them.

They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity. Though in reality they had been like that for 5 minutes. Jeremy sniffed and finally lifted his head from their neck. His eyes were heavy and red, snot ran out out of his and his lips were bright red, he looked like a wreck. “Sorry…I’m sorry.” he wiped his nose with the bandages wrapped around his hands.

“It’s okay Jeremy. You don’t gotta apologize.” Y/N smiled uneasily. Jeremy wiped his eyes. He let out a wet chuckle, “Look at me…I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with you and here I am slobbing on you.” his voice was fragile and brittle.

Y/N chuckled weakly, “A lot of shit is wrong with me. But the most recent thing to happen was…uhh…” their gaze fell down to the wood of the ceiling. It looked sturdy but you’re never really sure whether it would hold all your weight. Would it ever break under the pressure of all the weight? Only time would tell.

Jeremy looked at them with a look that was a mix of concern and sympathy. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if he could see right through them. They exhaled.

“Me and Spy…we were kind of…a item I guess. The spook made me feel special, you know? Told me how perfect I was, how much he loved me…romantic shit that could make it easier to get in my pants.”

Y/N laughed but there was no humor in it, “Bastard ditched me once he got what he wanted. Just wanted a quick fuck or two to make himself feel better or some shit like that…damn spook wasn’t even that good at it. False advertising, you ask me.”

Y/N glared up at the sky. There was no sun, no clouds, no stars. Nothing but a deep dark abyss greeted them, “Fuck him and everything he stands for.” Y/N scowled and cast their gaze back to Jeremy.

He stared back at them. His eyes were wide but besides that there was no other visible emotion. A tremor shook his body. No sound escaped him. Tears welled up once again and his face turned that same strawberry red. He bit down on his bottom lip and clenched his fists. His entire body shook violently.

“Jeremy-” Y/N reached out for him.

“FUCK YOU SPY! YOU SLIPPERY NO GOOD CHEATING BASTARD!!” he screamed out to the sky. He reeled his leg back and launched the can of Bonk! straight off the roof.

“I’m gonna kill the bastard!” he turned his back and started towards the ladder that would allow him off the room. His breathing was labored and uneven.

“Jeremy! Wait a second-”

Jeremy lashed back around, “What?! What now!?” scorching hot tears cascaded down his red cheeks. Y/N froze and stared at him. They took a breath and looked their best friend square in the eyes.

“We all should have told you a long time ago. I-I should have told you but I c-couldn’t.” Y/N had to force the words from their throat.

Jeremy remained frozen. His body running cold. Wait…were they really gonna tell him-

“That deadbeat dad of yours…the one that left you as a kid. The one who took advantage of me…the bastard played us both…”

“Y/N…wait I-”

“Jeremy, the Spy is your dad. And if I were you right now…I’d take your bat to that snake’s legs.” Y/N felt a tear run down their cheek but a pained smile grew on their lips.

Jeremy’s own smile grew. It was just as pained and tortured as Y/N’s. The tears in his eyes continued to fall despite his best efforts to blink them away.

“I knew it…I fucking knew it.” he spoke through gritted teeth. His head fell. “Spy…” he swallowed harshly.

“Spy…you are a dead man.”

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #reader #tf2 spy #story #wooo this was fun to write #part 2 coming soon #asks

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vintagemiserie · 6 years ago

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hey guys!!! this is a really beefy revamped drabble, i am absolutely begging you to read at least part of this, and like/rb this cuz i couldve spent the time i used writing this to write, like,, the essay i have due tomorrow

Patrick knelt down at a specific tree. It looked rather dead from all the cold, but he suspected it would come to life after the prolonged winter found itself ending; on the trunk was a heart with initials inside it. "Joseph, it should be right here. Good luck with the snow, I'm far too weak to help."

The human fixed his collar to cover up his reddened cheeks. "What is it we're looking for, again?" He asked, stepping up. Patrick got out of his way to let him start digging, and adjusted his musket. Though no one had gotten hurt in a month, the townsfolk still reported seeing the undead animals roaming about the surrounding forests, and they had to keep careful.

"A sizeable wooden box. It was a birthday present, I was going to dig it up once the problem with my father was over, but… I suppose I forgot until recent times."

Joe laughed, his breath saturating the air. "I'd love to hear the story behind that," He said, and the snow he shoveled away appeared to be thankfully less packed than it was closer to the town.

It was a beautiful spring day, and Louis had set up an easel, though he was taking a break from his charcoal and paints for the moment. After all, a portrait wasn't the only point of the date. Patrick sat up, as well, and pushed the platter of cheese and fruits closer to Louis. "Is that lace on your collar?" Patrick asked when his love finally pulled off his vest, leaving them both down to just their undershirts and breeches.

"I was hoping you'd notice. I got this shirt tailored while I was in the capital, I thought you'd love it."

"I'd love it more if you took it off, Louie." Patrick grabbed a raspberry off of the platter, leaving it between his teeth for a moment before biting down. "Really, you're very handsome in it. Can I see how your painting's coming along?"

Louis adjusted his glasses and pushed a hand through his thick, dark curls. "I'll show it to you once it's done, Patrick. It'll be better as a surprise."

"The last surprise I had ended up with me sweltering in my room, bandaging up my arm."

Louis, who had been pouring himself a cup of wine, stopped halfway through Patrick's speech. "The differences between your father and I are quite numerous," He said between gritted teeth. "We ought to deal with him soon, hm? I can't bear how depressing it is to see what he's done to you."

"I really can't imagine how things will happen when we confront him. I can't have him turn you."

"Me neither. How about I work for another fifteen minutes before we take another break?"

"Aye, Patrick, we've hit solid ground. Ah, Patrick..?"

He pressed a hand to his cheek and found that tears had begun to freeze. "That's good, Joseph. It can't be more than a foot or two lower." He said, realizing that Joe likely wanted to hear about the story rather than watch him clam up as he thought over it. It was really too late for him to say anything, though, so he instead wiped the tears from his eyes and tried his best to concentrate on his surroundings.

The painting was clearly of the scene, with the beautiful forest and the creek in the background, and with the blanket they were lying on in focus. On it, obviously, was Patrick in the pose Louis had him in, but slightly differently, for Louis had also painted in himself, and it appeared as if they had just pulled away from a kiss. In the foreground was their food, the whole thing painted in a lovely, hazy manner. "Louis, I… this is really quite touching, hm?" He said, finding it difficult to compose words.

"I'd love for it to become a reality," he said, removing the painting from Patrick's grasp and placing it in the box he brought with him. "See, since I know you won't be able to bring these home with you, I was thinking we'd seal the box and bury it, then come back on the birthday after we finish dealing with your father."

"Oh, that's a lovely plan, Louie. Let's get to the kissing part, please."

Louis's lips felt less chapped than usual, tasting of cheese and fruit and wine. It wasn't long before he pushed Patrick down and settled arms around him, and Patrick managed to get a hand behind Louis's head, pulling lightly on his cropped hair. It was quite nice, being able to tilt his head to both better their position and keep his lover's glasses from pressing uncomfortably into his cheek.

A hand found its way to Patrick's waist, tugging on his shirt in a way that suggested to Patrick that, for how smart and clever Louis was, he still struggled with undressing someone. That was fine, though, since Patrick could use his hand to pull Louis off of his for just long enough to pull off his shirt, and it was at this point that Patrick realized he couldn't do much else but tug near Louis's collar to have him reciprocate the action, not wanting to dirty the lace.

For some reason, Louis started to laugh, a giggle stifled by a sleeve. "Oh, my love, my darling, my—" He stopped, pulling off his shirt and knocking his glasses off with it. "When should we stop and head back?"

"Well, not now, we only just started kissing."

"It'll get dark come a couple hours."

"I can handle my father being mad at me, just… let's keep going, darling."

Louis thought a moment, then obliged.

Joe grabbed Patrick's arm and pulled him to the hole that was dug. "I know how weakened you are in this cold, but I won't be able to pull this out by myself."

"I… yes, I suppose I can try to help. How are you planning on doing this?"

"Well, there's most of the perimeter cleared out, so if we can get our hands under it, we should be able to pull it out just fine. Seems well preserved."

"Good, good, that's good."

It took less time than either of them thought for it to be removed, and after deciding against going through the trouble of covering the whole back up, they began to head back home, Patrick promising he'd open it up and examine the contents by the heat of the fireplace.

Louis had gotten on to digging a hole for the box before Patrick had even pulled his stockings back on, his cheeks still feeling overly hot. "People don't get to sleep this disheveled," He mumbled, grabbing his vest and watching how beautiful Louis was whenever he did anything.

"I think I've got a comb and hand-mirror somewhere in my bag, my love."

Patrick laughed. "How egotistical of you. Lucky you're so handsome, otherwise I bet I'd hate you."

"And if you weren't so handsome, I'd say that that's shallow of you," Louis quipped. He turned and grabbed the box, settling it in the hole he dug and repacking the rest of the hole with dirt. Watching for a moment how Patrick was still pulling on clothes, Louis headed to his bag and threw a comb in Patrick's direction. "Here, to make sure we remember where it's buried, I'll carve something on this tree, okay?"

Patrick pulled on his overcoat and shoes, and fixed his hair as best he could. "You're so smart, Louie, darling. I'm so glad you haven't left town for something bigger, yet."

"I'm not gonna leave until you're father's taken care of. Then I'll go and work for the royal court, and I'll come back as much as possible to see you. You'll become Marquis, won't you, after your father's taken care of?"

"Oh, yeah, I suppose that's what'll happen to me. Wonder how that'll work, hm."

They cleaned up and, with Louis's hand at Patrick's back, they headed back to town.

Once they got the box open, its contents were clear. Patrick pulled out the painting first and tried his best not to start crying right then. "Your great grandfather was an incredible man," He mumbled, setting down the canvas. "We'll have to find a frame the right size, for this."

"You knew him?" Joe asked.

"Better than I've ever known anyone, Joseph," Patrick said. "I forgot about the painting, but if you're curious as to what my life was like a hundred years ago, I suppose you can stare at it for a while."

The rest of the box held a beautiful but now old-fashioned coat, some jewelry, and a few letters that Patrick decided against reading immediately, out of fear that he would break down then and there. "Patrick, something's written on the back of this," Joe said. Without giving the vampire so much as a moment to set down the coat and glance over, he began reading it. "My love, though times are tough, I promise you that you'll be remembered by me forever. Though I fear our time together is short, I'll—oh, he was rather, ah, raunchy, hm..?"

Patrick laughed and hoped Joe couldn't hear the lump building in his throat. "Louis was the smartest, funniest, most handsome man I've ever met," He, keeping his gaze away from Joe. "It was so easy to be with him."

Joe snorted. "Yeah, clearly. I'll see if I can find a frame in my father's manor."

"I'd bet you could find more of his paintings there, too. Your mother, his granddaughter, would be good to ask—she has kept most of them, I do believe."

"Will do, Marquis. Y'know, I didn't think of you as, like, someone who ever had love. Let alone having it be, um, my great grandpop."

Patrick laughed, though perhaps it could be described more accurately as a sob.

#actually its longer than the max word count of the essay by 400 words adskjfksjdfls #this bitch is juicy and i want it to get a lil more attention than my usual drabble #my writing

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