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f1letters · 2 years ago

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maroon | cs55

"how the hell did we lose sight of us again? sobbing with your head in your hands, ain't that the way shit always ends?"

summary: they both knew their relationship would ruin them both, but they couldn't stop themselves from running back to each other every goddamn time

warning: angst, toxic relationship, mentions of a vicious cycle of breaking up and making up, right person wrong time, suggestive language, swearing, a bunch of references to older classic rock bands and albums (and CAS because they are my fav band of all time haha), open ending

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

word count: 4.3k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

spanish words used: hermosa = beautiful; corazón = heart

hey everybody! honestly, this song is the one I've been looking forward to writing the most since the beginning... I worked so hard and I gave everything I had in me to this story (hence the story being the longest so far, something about writing for Carlos just makes me write so much more every time, haha), I couldn't be more proud of what I did! haha, hopefully, you guys love it as much as I do! happy holidays to everyone! 💜

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When the morning came

We were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf

'Cause we lost track of time again

Laughing with my feet in your lap

Like you were my closest friend

Dozens of voices echoed through the crowded room, engaged in different conversations and dialogues.

The crowd seemed to have a life of its own. Old friends catching up on the latest news in their lives. New friends being made unexpectedly. The sharing of the latest gossip and rumours among the most curious souls. The sound of endless, genuine laughter through the halls.

In the middle of the glowing lights, the shiny clothes and the loud music, hidden in the shadows, there she was.

Y/N had escaped the huddled bodies until she found refuge in an empty room. With the door closed, the noise of the party was now muffled, leaving the girl alone with her thoughts as she searched through a vinyl shelf she found there.

Led Zeppelin. Pink Floyd. Radiohead. The Clash. Their owner had taste, she thought, fascinated by their timeless records. The young woman also appreciated these older classic albums, although she couldn't find many people like her.

With her hands roaming over the vinyl without much care for the party happening, Y/N nearly dropped a Nirvana album on the floor when the bedroom door burst open.

"Oh." The unknown man said, stopping in his track when he came face to face with her. "Sorry, but do I know you?"

"Hmm, I don't think so." The girl frowned in doubt. Her eyes widened as she realized she was clearly breaking into someone's room. "Oh my god, is this your room? It is, isn't it? What was I thinking going in like that-"

"Hey, don't worry! It's okay! I just wasn't expecting to see anyone in here." He chuckled softly, extending his hand to the girl. "I'm Carlos, and you are...?"

"Y/N, nice to meet you!" She shook his hand back. The girl could have sworn she felt a spark run through her veins as soon as she felt his touch.

"Hmm, sorry for going through your stuff. I- I'm a huge music lover and I- Just couldn't help myself." The girl continued, half choking up, half laughing at herself, lifting the album in her hand to show Carlos what she was doing.

"I don't mind." The driver responded, approaching her and taking the vinyl from her hold. The warm skin of his hand contrasted with her cool one, letting his touch linger. "So, are you a Nevermind fan?"

"More of a Bleach girl myself." Y/N said smugly, her eyes glazing over the boy's charming figure before returning to the shelf. "You have an incredible collection. I wish I had this many records."

"How'd we end up on the floor, anyway?" you say

"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"

I see you every day now

Hours passed, and both lost track of time as they talked about everything and anything.

Y/N and Carlos were instantly attracted to each other, bonded not just by their shared love of music but by a soul connection neither could explain.

It was profound in ways that were beyond physical attraction, it had to be experienced to be truly understood.

Almost like their souls knew each other from the past.

The couple stood there, only a few hours after they met, sitting on the floor of his bedroom. They laughed with her feet in his lap, with a cheap-ass screw-top bottle of rosé beside them.

It was like an enchanting enigma how much they felt like each other's closest friends, like they had been part of each other's lives forever.

A Fleetwood Mac song was playing from Carlos's red vinyl record player when the woman spoke. "Isn't it crazy that I ended up at your house party and didn't even know who you were until you walked into this room?"

The two chuckled softly as their eyes locked and the driver's hand ran along the top of her thigh. "A bit maybe." He bit his bottom lip, a little unsure and nervous. Deciding to take risks that night, he continued. "But it was totally worth sneaking in here and skipping the party just to meet you."

Y/N could feel her cheeks heat up as they flushed. The girl tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and looked away from him to the floor.

"I don't know about you," Carlos again captured the attention of the girl beside him, approaching her little by little. "But I don't think I've ever felt this chemistry with anyone in my entire life, hermosa."

Driven by her impulsiveness and by the tension that hung in the air, the young woman made the first move and closed the space between them, letting her lips rest on his in a much-desired kiss.

It started out soft and slow, their hearts beating faster and faster as the adrenaline grew. Y/N let her mouth open a little, and the driver took that as a sign to let his tongue swirl in her mouth. Her hands found their place among the brown locks of his wild hair, as he pulled her body towards him until she was on top of him.

Y/N was never one for one-night stands or sex on the first date, but that moment felt different for her. None of it felt sudden, ill-considered, or a mistake.

In fact, Y/N had never felt like anything was so right as pulling the Spaniard onto his bed mattress that night.

And I chose you

The one I was dancing with

In New York, no shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was

For the next six months, Y/N and Carlos were inseparable.

Their feelings for each other continued to grow stronger and stronger with every passing day. However, the two kept them secret from each other, hidden in the privacy of their own minds.

During those magical months since the night they'd met, they'd given themselves to each other, body and soul. But they both knew there was something more between them: something impossible to ignore, something special.

So special that the two feared they would ruin it by putting a title on their relationship.

They were… Friends with benefits, lovers, soulmates? All options were honest and sincere, but they were only attempts to escape the term "boyfriend and girlfriend".

Painting New York City white, snowflakes fell from the skies while shimmering under the lights like jewels bestowed by winter.

The couple could already see their destination, such was the way the girl's maroon apartment building stood out among the snow-covered sidewalks.

Carlos hugged her waist from behind, squeezing the girl's body and picking her up off the ground.

"Carlos, stop! You're going to drop me, you idiot!" Y/N squealed playfully, being immediately put down again in front of her door.

The driver placed a tender kiss on her forehead and then adjusted the black beanie that covered the top of her head. "I would never let you fall, corazón."

Except I already fell for you, she thought to herself, making her heart ache.

The two hurriedly climbed the building's stairs, eager to return to the warmth of her home. They had barely passed the front door when the two started taking off their cold and damp shoes in search of some relief from the discomfort in their feet.

The Cigarettes After Sex album that they were listening to before leaving her living room continued to echo through the walls of the apartment. Immediately, Carlos grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, wrapping her shoulders with his arms as he started to sway their connected bodies gently to the music.

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked, caught off guard by the driver's movements.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Carlos asked playfully, running his hand through the young woman's long hair. "I'm dancing with you to your favourite band."

Just when she thought it wasn't possible for her feelings to grow any further, Carlos seemed to challenge her, proving her wrong all over again. Her heart could explode at any second with how much love for the Spaniard she kept in it.

"Carlos?" She asked in a whisper.

"Yes, hermosa?" He replied in the same tone.

"I'm so glad I chose you."

In the end, what mattered to them was seizing the moment before it was over, being happy with each other before the inevitable end came.

Both Y/N and Carlos couldn't help sensing that they were doomed to end sooner or later.

The burgundy on my t-shirt

When you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks

So scarlet, it was

Eventually, the first signs of the end of their honeymoon phase began to appear.

Their flaws seemed more noticeable, their patience thinner, and their problems more difficult to solve.

All of a sudden, the illusion that their relationship was perfect started to fade with time.

The two began to see themselves as opponents with their backs turned to each other instead of the hopelessly in love souls they were in the beginning.

On a random spring night, the two were getting ready for another one of their dates, in the privacy of his house, like they did so many times before.

The two naturally assumed their tasks without much dialogue at this point: Y/N was leaning over the stove as she finished cooking dinner for them, while Carlos was in the dining room setting the table.

After completing what he had to do, the driver went to the kitchen in search of a wine to serve with the pasta that his lover was preparing. He opened the pantry and took out his favourite red wine from one of the bottom shelves.

Carlos walked to one of the drawers, removing his corkscrew from it, and opened the bottle without knowing that Y/N was moving dangerously close to him.

By accident, his sudden movement caused the bottle to splash onto the once-white t-shirt the young woman wore, now leaving a huge burgundy mark on it.

"Are you fucking serious?" Y/N complained, disgusted with the state of her outfit. "This t-shirt is new, Carlos. For fuck's sake, this stain is never coming off."

"Calm down, it's not like someone died. It's just a fucking t-shirt, Y/N." Carlos replied, in the same aggressive tone. "I'll buy you a new one. Don't let this night be ruined for something so small."

"You'll buy it?! You always think that your money solves everything, don't you?" The girl spat, starting her way to her room to change her clothes. "I just wish you would be careful for once in your life and not be so fucking clumsy."

"It's a piece of fabric, oh my God." Carlos followed her, not ready to give up. "Get over it!"

"You know what? Enjoy your dinner alone. I'm out of here."

And so their new routine began: they argued, they fucked, they made up, they repeated.

The rooms they'd once set on fire with their burning, sizzling passion were now left in ashes, burned by the flame that brought them back to each other's arms, time after time.

The mark they saw on my collarbone

The rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home

So scarlet, it was maroon

Fight after fight, the two kept finding their way to each other every single time, like two individuals relapsing on their favourite addiction.

The young woman had been dragged by the Spaniard to another one of his races, though as a very discreet and unknown guest.

Nobody knew her in that world, not even his closest colleagues, and Y/N couldn't help but feel hurt by all of Carlos' secrecy.

Okay, they weren't together-together, but the fact that she wasn't even mentioned to his best friends still seemed like a red flag to her.

Y/N had managed to escape to his room without anyone noticing, coming face to face with the shirtless figure with his back to her.

"Hey, handsome." The girl approached him, placing her hands on his chest as she leaned against his naked back.

"Corazón, you are here." The driver turned towards her, placing a kiss on her lips and down along the side of her neck. "I missed you so much. These weeks without you have driven me crazy."

"Hmm... Were you missing me or having me?" Y/N questioned, trying to pretend to be unaffected by the way his mouth sucked on her collarbone so sensually.

The boy turned his eyes to her gaze and cupped her face gently in his hands. "You, hermosa. You."

Their moment was interrupted by a member of Ferrari knocking on the door, warning Carlos that he would have to prepare for the driver's parade. Both of them slipped from his room and the motorhome, coming across two other drivers she recognized from watching other races.

"Well, well, well," Lando announced, messing with Carlos and his mystery companion. "What do we have here? Sainz, you don't even introduce your 'friend' here to your boys"

"Pfff, friend." The Spaniard's teammate, Charles, replied, also joking. "At least her fresh hickey tells me otherwise."

The girl immediately looked down at the neckline of her shirt, where she noticed the love bite near her neck.

And when her gaze rested on her lover's annoyed face, she realized how unhappy he was that they got caught.

When the silence came

We were shaking, blind and hazy

How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

Sobbing with your head in your hands

Ain't that the way shit always ends?

"Since this muppet here doesn't want to introduce us, I'll do the honours. I'm Lando, this is Charles." The McLaren driver said, pointing to his Ferrari friend, followed by his outstretched hand towards the girl.

"Nice to meet you both, I'm Y/N." She greeted the British, and then the Monegasque.

"So why are you hiding your beautiful girlfriend from us, Sainz?" Charles asked curiously.

"She's not my girlfriend, I have to go." Carlos replied, turning away and leaving behind two shocked friends, a hurt girl and her heart broken into little pieces.

After hearing a thousand apologies from the two nice guys for meddling in matters that weren't theirs, Y/N decided to walk to the exit of the circuit and skip the race altogether.

Hours passed and only silence came to her hotel room, with no sign of Carlos.

The girl sat on the floor, back against the bed covered with a maroon duvet, shaking, blind and hazy, until he eventually appeared.

How the hell did we lose sight of us again, she thought to herself over and over again.

The driver entered the room, shoulders slumped in regret, expecting to find an upset Y/N he had to apologize to.

Never did he expect to find the girl he loved sobbing with her head in her hands.

Carlos knelt down in front of the young woman, placing his hands on her knees, which provoked her to look at him with eyes smudged with mascara.

"Sorry, hermosa." The boy apologized, letting his forehead rest against her knee.

"Sorry for what, Carlos?" Y/N asked, determined to get the truth out of him.

"I shouldn't have turned away and left you alone with Lando and Charles." The Spaniard confessed. "I understand that you didn't see the race, but it's done now, you don't need to be like that..."

"The discussion is over, yes." The girl spoke, getting up from the floor and looking at the image of him still kneeling. "But us, this, whatever it is, that is over too."

"Stop, Y/N!" The driver also got to his feet, trying to stop her from leaving. "This is just another argument. We always come back to each other, that's the way shit always ends."

The woman released her wrist from his hold, opened the door and glanced at him over her shoulder before walking away.

"Not this time."

You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway

Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us

I feel you, no matter what

The rubies that I gave up

A day passed. Then two days. Three days.

On the fourth day, the doorbell to her New York apartment rang and her heart just knew that he was going to be the person behind the door.

Y/N opened the entrance to her house and there he was as expected: Carlos, standing there, hollow-eyed in the hallway, flowers in hand.

"Before you interrupt me, I beg you: please, listen to what I have to say. Then you can send me away if you want and I'll go." Carlos begged her, his hands gripping the red flowers more tightly. "I love you. I'm sorry I came to that conclusion so late but I do, I love you. So much my chest hurts whenever I'm not with you. And I know I've been an asshole to you, especially on this last race, and I know I don't deserve you but I'm not ready to give up on you, on us."

The young woman remained silent, listening to the words she'd been waiting to hear all these months.

But they were too late.

"These roses are for you, corazón. I know they are your favourite flowers." The driver held the flowers out to her.

"Carnations," Y/N replied, leaving the Spaniard more confused than ever. "These are carnations, not roses."

The two kept their eyes together until a tear ran down the girl's eyes. And both of them knew.

"I'm sorry, Carlos, but you should leave." Y/N sobbed. "I loved you all this time but I had enough."

And I lost you

The one I was dancing with

In New York, no shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was

Maroon

It took six months for them to end their perfect, magical honeymoon phase.

Followed by another six months of endless fighting and pain inflicted on each other.

Perhaps in some poetic way, six months passed from Y/N losing him until they saw each other again.

Nothing hurt more than being away from the one person she loved more than anyone. Especially when she knew the passion and the love between them were still there.

She couldn't help feeling that they were two cursed souls destined to suffer for their love.

Without Carlos, even music seemed to sound different.

Since the day she saw the boy walk out the door, her vinyl had remained exactly in the same place, gathering dust, as she didn't have the courage to listen to them again without being consumed by memories of them.

Trapped in her thoughts on yet another sleepless night, Y/N looked up at the sky and thought to herself: I can't die from a broken heart, but I can't help but feel like a part of me did that day.

The burgundy on my t-shirt

When you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks

So scarlet, it was

Maroon

Tired of brooding over the excruciating time away from the driver, Y/N relented and agreed to leave the comfort of her home to go to a party for the first time in a long time.

Dressed to the nines, the girl found herself in a crowd in the middle of an unfamiliar house.

It was the same as always: old friends, new friends, gossip, rumours, laughter, shining lights, loud music.

The young woman simply couldn't enjoy that life as she did before. All she wanted was to go home, lay under the covers, with the fire burning on her fireplace... But the memories that place held of him began to feel like they were too much for her to bear.

Alcohol in her hand, as usual, Y/N escaped the noise to a random room in the house, much like the night she met Carlos.

This time, the girl found herself in the middle of a guest room, with nothing more than a bed and some basic furniture, where she sat enjoying a sweet drink.

Mirroring that night even further, Y/N was stunned when the white bedroom door opened to let in the tanned, handsome boy who was consuming her head.

"Oh," Carlos said, unable to contain his feelings when he saw the woman again after so long. "Hey, I- I was just looking for the bathroom. I- I'm going to go."

"No, wait!" Unconsciously, Y/N stood up, grabbing the driver's wrist without giving it much thought until she felt the blood rush into her cheeks. "Sorry, I don't know what I'm doing. I just- I don't know... I miss you."

The Spaniard let her words sink in, all emotions on the surface. "Y/N... Please, don't do this. I don't know if I can survive another heartbreak."

"You're right, I'm sorry. Forget this ever happened." Y/N got ready to walk out the door until it was the boy's turn to grab her arm.

Carlos pulled her towards him, grabbing her face with both hands and pulling her into a so-desired kiss filled with longing, pain, and lust.

The mark they saw on my collarbone

The rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home

So scarlet, it was maroon

His lips brushed hers, allowing him to inhale her breath and feel the warmth of her mouth, until he let his lips mash against hers in a rough, heated kiss.

She opened her mouth quickly, pushing her tongue past his teeth and meeting him in an electric and passionate battle.

Both lay on the bed, her straddling his body like she did a million other times, her lips still glued to the ones she used to call home.

They both pull away, panting with their gazes focused on each other almost as if they were afraid the moment would suddenly be over.

"I still love you, hermosa." Carlos confessed, letting the words slip out. "There wasn't a day that I didn't think of you, or that I didn't want your body next to mine just like this."

For one more night, Y/N gave in to her most intimate desires and allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of belonging in the arms of the man she loved again, as she removed her dress and her lips returned to where they belonged - his.

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy, legacy

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy to leave

Such was the girl's amazement when hours later she woke up in the same bed, alone with only his memory over her.

The wrinkled sheets on the right side of the mattress were the only sign that the driver had been in that room the night before.

Not a note, a discarded piece of clothing, a stray hair.

Just crumpled linens and the marks of his love smeared across her soft skin.

Once again, Y/N was left with only her regrets and her sorrows for being so weak and so naive to think this time would be different.

That was the legacy he left every time: his touch on her remained, as did his absence.

The burgundy on my t-shirt

When you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks

So scarlet, it was maroon

Back at home, the girl went straight to her room, wanting nothing more than to get out of her dirty clothes from the night before.

Her hands started their work of removing the dress, until she stopped in her tracks, naked in front of her bathroom mirror, when she saw the marks left by Carlos all over her for the first time.

She swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, as she stepped into the shower.

The hot water ran through her hair, over her shoulders, and down her back, until loneliness overcame her and her eyes wept and wept away all the hurt she felt.

How could I have been stupid enough to fall again, she wondered.

After a few minutes of crying and showering, Y/N left the bathroom, towel wrapped around her body, and went to her dresser in search of an old t-shirt to wear.

Among the dozens of her neutral shirts, one stood out. It was scarlet, and it was his.

Without thinking twice, she grabbed the t-shirt and draped it over her body, ready to give in to the sadness. Her arms hugged her own torso, seeking physical comfort in a place where she was the only person left.

Or so she thought until she heard the familiar doorbell ring later that night.

The mark they saw on my collarbone

The rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home

So scarlet, it was maroon

The only light on the dark street that night was the street light that lit up the star-crossed lovers ever so slightly.

There he was, standing outside of the door of her maroon building, red roses in hand this time, face pleading for forgiveness.

Although their lives might not have fit together, they were just two broken souls who had found solace in each other's hearts, unwilling to give up on the greatest love they had ever known.

And just like that, pulled back into their vicious cycle, all she had consuming her mind was him all over again.

"Hey, corazón."

It was maroon

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artycomicfangirl · 1 year ago

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Couple Songs Playlist Headcanons - Mareach and Luaisy Edition

When I was more active in the JoJo’s Bizarre adventure community on Instagram around 2019-2022, I was part of the art and ocs community.

Many people started doing stuff like making Spotify playlists of songs that describe their Oc and other oc relationship aspects. I remember finding this SUPER fun to do. And I miss it. So, I decided to try it out with Mario and Peach first! (Just a teeny break from my much-loved Luaisy fixation!)

So without further ado, here’s a list of songs based on what I can find in my (Many) Spotify playlists. A bit challenging to find good ones!

This will have labels indicating indicating who’s mostly singing about who. Either one person referring to the other, or a Duet that includes both at the same time.

❤️MarioxPeach🍑

- Mario to Peach -

On one side, Mario would have the thought that Peach is simply so amazing. Someone so elegant, pure and beautiful. Someone just way out of his league. These thoughts would often show through hints of resistance at first. He and the Princess are just friends…right?

But the moment he fully accepts his feelings, he becomes so outspoken of his love. So some songs I’ve decided to choose from my playlist, tend to be about wondering if Peach feels for him, like he feels for her. A bit of doubt. But other than that, he shows protectiveness, Being her shield to danger. Also A bit more impulsive, energetic and upbeat in some parts. But with no matter what, he will always give her words of reassurance to make sure everything is okay.

• Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows

• Dance - Tim Halperin

• Aquaman - Walk The Moon

• I’ll Always Return - Bryan Adams (Rock Version)

• Nintendo - Todd Carrey (This is more of a comedic tone to it haha)

- Peach to Mario -

Very sweet, reflective and thoughtful. The type of love that whenever she thinks of her hero, she gets so fluttery and bashful on the inside. She is more reserved her feelings though, so some songs may reflect her denying a bit. But ultimately, they all lead to just wholeheartedly accepting her feelings.

• Fallin’ for you - Colbie Callait

• Tightrope - Michelle Williams

• Lover - Taylor Swift

• Next to You - Jordin Sparks

• I feel the Earth Move - Olivia Ong

- Duets -

• The Fighter - Kieth Urban Ft Carrie Underwood

• Waiting for a Star to Fall - Boy Meets Girl

• Am I Feeling Love? - Steve Lively and Bobbi Page ( The Thief and The Cobbler unfinished film, titled ‘Arabian Knight’ for the Miramax version where this song is made.

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💚LuigyXDaisy🌼

- Luigi to Daisy -

Luigi is the more sentimental type. One who thinks about the deeper meaning of his feelings. The one who’s able to find sweet comparisons and words when describing love with Daisy. He knows how timid he is. How easily scared he could be. Which is why He holds such admiration of how much of a free-spirited character she is. So some of his songs will reflect almost awe in her character. How much her presence alone just brings his feelings to life.

• Crush - David Archuleta

• Nothing I’ve ever known - Bryan Adams

• So Close - John Mclaughlin

• All That you are - Goo Goo Dolls

• Into the Night - Santana Ft Chad Kroger

- Daisy to Luigi -

The theme I tried to go with Daisy is of a supportive figure, or one that drives Luigi to improve and be the best of himself. Her words may seem to be a bit more forward with some songs. But mostly, she’s the one who has more of her feelings on her sleeve, and will have no problem expressing them more. She reflects more of the intense passion.

• Better When i’m Dancing - Meghan Trainor

• I’m Feeling You - Michelle Branch

• Brave - Sarah Bareilles

• My Superstar - Jessie J

• Kiss me Crazy - Kaci Battaglia

- Duets -

• Wild - Troy Sivan Ft Alesia Cara (A bit more of an intimate song?)

• At the Beginning - Richard Marx and Donna Lewis

• Don’t Let Go - Bryan Adams and Sarah Mclachlan

#super mario #the super mario bros movie #nintendo #princess daisy #Luigi #luaisy #luigi x daisy #mario #mario x peach #mareach #headcanons #headcanon

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lycan-troth · 6 months ago

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I'm so confused by the asexual spectrum, and I mean that respectfully. There's so many variations that I can't keep up with them. I've tried to understand what they are, but I've not been able to find anything that explains them simply and clearly.

Before ppl get mad or offended... I'm saying this bcs I think I could be on the spectrum, but bcs it's so confusing, I can't tell if I am or not. I just want to see simple explanations, but I can't wrap my head around all the different versions. So, I was hoping someone knowledgeable on the subject could suggest what I could be? I'm lesbian and she/they, so I understand those parts of my identity, just for some subtext. I'm just stumbling on how I (don't) experience attraction.

So, I'm 22, and I have no experience with intimacy or romance. Though, that's mainly bcs I haven't had the opportunities. I'd never be intimate with a stranger or a friend. I've only been in love once. I've only felt significant attraction to maybe 4 or 5 people? I usually catch myself trying to see if I find anyone attractive, and it often feels forced bcs the high majority of ppl I see are not attractive to me. I observe ppl, trying to find elements of them that might spark something in me, but nothing happens. I've tried to force crushes on myself before, and it just feels desperate and lonely. I feel no genuine attraction. Just indifference. It bothers me. I want to feel attraction more often, but I don't.

A good thing is that I'm not someone who's usually considered attractive. I'm cute and innocent-like, but nothing more. I'm basically that one friend everyone assumes is innocent and kind like a kid, and no one decent is interested in that. And that's okay, bcs I don't find anyone around me attractive, haha. It's just lonely. The few times I've been attracted to someone has always been really overwhelming for me. I've literally gone weak in the knees and almost fallen over bcs I saw a rlly attractive girl. But always, when I've felt attraction, I've also been afraid. I've often joked to myself that if i feel intimidated by a girl and she hasn't done anything to warrant that response, then she's just really pretty.

I have never approached anyone I've found very attractive bcs it just seems rlly weird to me. Plus, I always don't know them, or they're seeing someone, and I'm always an anxious wreck. In general, I can not recognise flirting or subtle things. I'm autistic and while my social skills aren't bad, they only go so far, lol. So, maybe someone has tried flirting before, and I just thought they were being nice? That's why I don't do subtle. The ppl in my life know that I don't play games. If I have a problem with someone, I'd tell them. If I'm happy spending time with someone, I let them know. I tell a few ppl I love them, that's a big thing for me. I like directness, but I know lots of ppl struggle with it. However, for me, I need it to be able to understand the full picture properly. Idk why so many ppl like playing weird cat and mouse games. Someone said it was to be mysterious or to not show 'too much' interest. That to me is just stupid and childish. I get feeling scared of rejection, but I don't like it when ppl mess around. It's impolite to play with someone's feelings, making them question whether you like them or not. It just breeds insecurity and doubt. To me, it's unattractive and boring. It's not romantic. But that's just me, and I'm often enough the odd one out.

Anyway, it is not often I feel attraction. Ppl are usually boring. I have felt that a few ppl were cute during brief interactions, so if those continued, perhaps that sort of feeling could have developed. I'm open to marriage with the right person, but only if they're The One. I'd only date someone if I knew them well enough, but I'm not open to dating casually. I feel very intensely about most things, and I have been in love once. It was an online relationship. I loved her very much and only wanted her happiness and comfort. I hadn't meant to fall in love, and I'd never intended to have an online relationship. But I loved her, and that changed my mind. When she broke up with me, I accepted it and comforted her about it. I mentioned that I was sad about it, naturally, but I didn't say much more than that. I understood it was difficult and upsetting for her to break up, so I respected her decision and minimalised communicating the extent of how upset I felt. I did that because telling her wouldn't be a kindness or productive. It would only make her feel more upset and guilty. We're still friends. I always thought ppl were being dramatic when they said that first loves were devastating or sad. I loved and was loved in return, which makes the experience worth it. I hope to find love again, someday.

I like the idea of romance and comfort, but obtaining it isn't so simple. However, I refuse to settle for less than what I want. On the other hand: intimacy. I'm not upset that I've never done anything. Sure, in theory, I'd like to have a bit of experience, but I don't, and that's okay. My hand does the trick for me just fine, so I'm not frustrated at all. If I had a partner, in theory, I believe if I trusted them enough, we might do something together, but in reality? Idk, but I like the idea of it.

That's all I can think of to mention. So, if someone could make a suggestion or something, I'd appreciate it. Even if it's just to tell me that I'm not part of the asexual spectrum, and I'm just an introverted, anxious, autistic, lesbian who's suffering under the devastation that is other ppl's commitment issues. That'd be fine. I'm just feeling lost and would appreciate a kind word of reassurance.

#asexual #asexual spectrum #romance #advice #what even am i #lesbian #she/they #if anyone has any suggestions #lgbtqia

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solartranslations · 11 months ago

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AF2 Arcana Academia: Sera

Sera: [Now that La Primavera is over, spring brings more new changes to Regalo]

Sera: [Arcana Academia]

Sera: [Sparked by the lord’s plan to turn the island into a center for learning, Arcana Famiglia aims to establish a school]

Sera: [With a goal to promote learning among the citizens]

Sera: [Today, everyone in the Family is once again busily fulfilling their young Donna’s wishes]

~*Scene: Courtyard*~

Sera: Arcana Academia…

Sera: (I didn’t think they would open up their own mansion to be used as a school)

Sera: (You truly are always surpassing my expectations)

Felicita: Sera!

Sera: Hello there, Donna

Felicita: Welcome to Regalo. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you

Sera: I was too. And I heard you opened a school…

Felicita: Yeah. It’s still under construction though

Sera: Under construction? Then why use the mansion?

Felicita: When we spoke with everyone on the island, many wanted to take classes as soon as possible…

Felicita: They need us. So we have to live up to their expectations

Felicita: So I decided to speed things up by opening the mansion

Felicita: I want to do everything we can…

>It might be my own greed

>Do you think that’s being selfish?

Sera: Nobody was against it, right?

Felicita: They tend to indulge me so they went along with it

Sera: I don’t think that’s all there is to it

Felicita: Really? Well, I hope so

Sera: No, you’re doing it for the people. I wouldn’t call that selfish

Felicita: Yeah. It’s surprisingly reassuring to hear that from you

Sera: I’ll be with you for the day to see what I can learn

Felicita: Okay

~*Scene: Training Grounds*~

Felicita: This is where everyone in the Family usually trains

Boy: Ah, Donna! Hi, there!

Felicita: Haha, hello

Girl: No, she’s not Donna. She’s Bambina

Sera: Bambina?

Felicita: It’s just what Debito calls me…

Debito: Did you call for me, Bambina?

Girl: See

Boy: Huh? But Mr. Nova called her Donna

Nova: Debito, you shouldn’t call her Bambina in the school

Nova: It’s a bad influence on the kids

Debito: Well you’re not exactly all that formal with her either

Nova: I at least call her Donna when the children are present

Felicita: Can you two not fight. Sera’s here today

Sera: They sure haven’t changed

Nova: Sera, you made it

Debito: You sure have it rough not being able to see our dear Bambina without saying you’re here to observe the school

Sera: That’s not how it is. I’m just here today because I wanted to see her

Felicita: Huh…?

Debito: Haha, guess she got the message

Nova: W-what are you saying, Sera!

Debito: Unlike a certain little kid

Debito: Well, take your time. And make sure you actually look at the Academia and not just Bambina’s face

Sera: Yeah, I will

Nova: Were you being serious just now…?

Sera: Why are you glaring? I was just answering him in kind

Nova: Really…?

Sera: Don’t you have classes to prepare for?

Nova: Well, this is where I teach

Sera: Here?

Nova: I teach swordsmanship. You can come watch later. There’re lots of students

Sera: I look forward to it. I’ll stop by later

Sera: Okay, let’s go. You have more to show me, right?

Felicita: Yeah

Sera: This place is open too?

Felicita: Mama teaches gardening

Felicita: Some flowers can be used for medicine after all

Sera: The whole Family really is in on it

>We’re proud of it

>Naturally

Sera: Proud of it?

Felicita: Regalo is why we exist

Sera: Since it’s all for Regalo?

Felicita: Yeah

Sera: I see

Sera: As someone in a similar position, I really should learn to think the same way

>It’s not a big deal

>It’s not anything special

Sera: I know plenty of rulers who don’t think that way

Sera: Not all of them are willing to dedicate everything to their people

Sera: No, it’s very special

Sera: Your principles as a leader earned the approval of your entire organization

Sera: And you don’t call that special?

Sera: You truly are a great Donna

Felicita: You give me too much credit, Sera. I couldn’t do this all on my own

Felicita: I got this far because of everyone’s help

Sera: I just regret that I couldn’t be a part of it

Felicita: Huh?

Sera: It’s nothing

Love

~*Scene: Courtyard*~

Felicita: That’s about it. What do you think?

Sera: All I can say is that it’s amazing

Felicita: …I know we still have a lot to improve on. I’d like to hear your honest opinion

Sera: You have something here that is essential for a place of education

Felicita: Huh?

Sera: How do I put this? It’s how the teachers want their knowledge to be put to good use

Sera: How your students are eager to learn more, and how everyone trusts that they can rely on eachother…

Sera: I could see those bonds everywhere

Sera: While they’re essential for any organization, they’re also difficult to build

Felicita: Sera…

Sera: There’s no problem with having a structure fall into place as you go

Sera: You don’t disappoint

Felicita: Hearing that is like a weight off my shoulders

Felicita: I haven’t gotten any feedback until now

Felicita: I can’t show hesitation even when I’m not sure about something

Sera: That’s how it is at the top

Sera: Since you built it, I’m sure this school will be full of kindness

Felicita: No, the Academia was built because the Family and Regalo all worked together

Felicita: I…just watched

Sera: But, they all came together because of you, right?

Sera: I hope I can become a governer like that

Sera: I…

Dante: Sorry to interrupt, Ojou-san

Felicita: Sorry, Sera. One second

Sera: Sure

Felicita: What is it?

Dante: There’s a small problem. Do you have time to take a look…?

Felicita: Alright. I’ll be right there

Dante: Sorry, Sera. I know you came a long way

Sera: No, it’s alright

Sera: Don’t mind me and just go, Donna

Felicita: Thank you. I’ll get going

Sera: I’m really no match for you

Sera: (Not just with the school. She’s skilled in her work as the Family’s leader too)

Sera: (You’re out of my reach, Felicita)

Sera: (Very far out)

Sera: (But, I will catch up someday)

Sera: And when I do, I’ll tell you how I feel

Sera: Then I can stand by your side

Laugh

~*Scene: Courtyard*~

Teo: Hey, Sera

Neve: I’m glad you’re looking well

Sera: Teo, Neve. Why are you here?

Felicita: I invited them

Teo: Hey, can I borrow him for a sec?

Felicita: Huh?

Neve: I think the boys want to talk privately…

Felicita: Oh, okay

Felicita: We’ll be over there then, Teo

Teo: Thanks! Sorry for stealing him

Sera: …

Teo: What? Don’t want to be away from her?

Sera: Well, our time together is limited

Teo: …Since when were you so embarrassing?

Sera: Embarassing?

Teo: Ah, forget it

Teo: So, how’s it going? Did you confess to her yet?

Sera: Not yet

Teo: You sure it’ll work out? Isn’t she super popular?

Sera: Given how much appeal she has, that’s natural

Teo: It’s no fun if you stay calm

Sera: I’m not calm at all. And it’s the first time I’ve ever been like this

Teo: Could’ve fooled me

Sera: …It always reminds me

Sera: Huh?

Sera: Whenever I hear the waves and wind or smell the flowers or rain…

Sera: Everything reminds me of the time I spent with her

Sera: I never knew that love could be so painful

Teo: Since when were you a lovesick prince…!?

Felicita: Sorry to interrupt. Papa said that he wanted to talk with Sera…

Neve: What’s wrong, Teo?

Teo: It’s nothing

Sera: We’re just about done. Right, Teo?

Teo: Yeah, I’m done

Felicita: ? You’re so weird, Teo. Let’s go then, Sera

Sera: Yeah

Neve: Are you okay?

Teo: No, I am so not okay

Neve: About what?

Teo: I didn’t think he could end up such an embarrassment…

Neve: Really?

Teo: When did this even happen…

Neve: I thought Sera was always like this…

Teo: Huh…?

~*End of Scene*~

(Back to Directory)

#sera #arcana famiglia #arcana famiglia 2 #arcana academia #solar translations #psp game #translation #releases #I think teo is the one who got clowned in this one lmao

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reubenonyourmind · 7 months ago

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A quick story about a memory I had a bit ago. This memory sparked cause I’ve been thinking a lot about my sexuality and kinda realizing I think I’m a lesbian, which is crazy when I’ve been with so many men, I know that the idea of spending my life with a man actually makes me so fucking sad and it’s heartbreaking to know how much time I wasted other people’s time and feeling I hurt bc I couldn’t figure my shit out none the less the memory….

I was in 6th grade about 10/11 and after class everyday we’d all have to wait in the cafeteria for buses I can’t remember why but I remember meeting her there for the first time, she was in 8th grade, she had long black hair and she was so emo, I can faintly imagine her, I had completely forgotten her until today, I don’t know her name but I remember her having to move in the middle of the year I think, I just know I never saw her after that and eventually I forgot about her completely. Still for a few months I would see her after or before class and talk a bit with her she was shy and a little mean I would watch how she would write her poems and how she held herself, I remember basically drooling over this girl. She was a bit older and I didn’t even think about being gay or anything (I had some experiences in the past that make it p obvious but growing up Christian had kinda beaten the idea out of me) I never really realized how much I wanted to impress her and get to know her until year after.

There was one day, the last memory I have of her really, this is all so blurry like I said I hadn’t thought of it over 10 years. So this girl let’s call her violet, she was walking to the bus and I see her, she’s kind of avoiding me.

“Violet! Wait up”

She turns around

“What?” I can tell she’s upset almost like she could cry any moment, I want to help her

“ what’s wrong?”

“You don’t wanna know” it seemed like she wanted to tell me but was angry and defensive

“That’s not true, you know I would never judge you”

“Okay fine I’ll just write it though okay?” Violet opens her notebook and starts scribbling

“Okay..” she hands me the book

“Oh I mean…. That makes sense haha”

I stare at the words “I’m a lesbian” under that is a very beautiful drawing of two girls kissing

My stomach was fluttering, I was nervous and excited, *was this a confession to me?*

I truly didn’t have an issue with queer people I had so many queer friends(how was that not a sign to me sooner)

I don’t think she realized this because she stormed off after that and I don’t remember seeing her again much after that.

It took me until well now to realize what those feelings were but still the only reason I didn’t recognize them is because in my mind and in my life I was taught that I cannot be that that I would literally go to hell for being queer that I would go to hell for supporting queer people.

I’m still unlearning in some ways but I’m definitely glad that I can feel more open and be more myself than little me could :)

#gay love #short story

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ray-botic · 5 months ago

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@unchartedentity:

#wait#hang on#haaaaang on#is there more of this????#i would love to see more of this concept#the wires and stuff inside of the creature are making me lose my mind#are you gonna develop this story more? i could....perhaps....... be a writer#haha just kidding#unless?#yeah anyway baller job hope to see more of it#frankenstein

short answer: kind of! i started this for a class project (i use "class" very loosely as it was mostly me running around berlin solo having the time of my life and being absolutely overwhelmed with inspiration and then going on zoom and being reprimanded for not having done enough work), and since i graduated i haven't developed it more because i was, frankly, pretty burned out. but i think i would like to return and work on it more, especially as other people seem to connect to it (i felt like a crazy person for being so emotionally invested while receiving blank stares in zoom class LMFAO).

you can see a more polished presentation of everything here . but honestly i'll just throw my entire summary under a cut below, why not

if this sparks any ideas, please feel free to suggest them!! (especially as i hadn't gotten a chance to dive into the source material as much as i wanted to.) and if you want to draw or write anything based on it, you're more than free, that would be super cool actually :-3c

Robert Walton discovers Viktor unconscious in a club bathroom and brings him to the van he lives in to recover. When he wakes up, Viktor is in a delirious state and keeps talking about hunting down a demon. The rest of the story is told by Walton to his sister, recounting what Viktor has told him.

Viktor grows up in a well-off family in East Germany. His father is a government official. He has two younger siblings, Ernst and Wilma (who will later transition and rename himself Wyx), and when he is around 10 his parents also take in a younger girl named Ilse, who is the daughter of Turkish immigrant workers who have been imprisoned and eventually deported after trying to escape the country. When Viktor is in his teens, his mother dies of an illness, which contributes to Viktor’s interest in scientific experimentation. Shortly after, the Wall falls, sending everything into chaos. Ilse and Clerval become close friends with Juliana, a trans artist who is a frequent clubber and represents all things “bad influence” to Viktor’s father. She also becomes a surrogate mother figure to Wyx, who comes out as a trans man, exacerbating tensions in the Frankenstein household.

In the midst of all of this, Viktor moves to West Berlin to attend university and before long is increasingly obsessive and convinced that he will be able to discover how to reverse death itself. The city is in a strange and uncertain state, with many young people taking advantage of its economic ruin to squat in abandoned housing and cultivate an artistic community. While Ilse, Clerval, Juliana, and Wyx all immerse themselves in this culture, Viktor becomes more and more withdrawn, retreating to an abandoned corner of the city for privacy and dedicating himself entirely to working on his Creature. Upon completing it, he finds that it is not the perfect being he wanted but repulsive and terrifying, and flees. Coincidentally, Clerval finds Viktor while the latter is sleeping on a park bench and is relieved to have found his friend after so long with no contact. Viktor brings him back to his makeshift lab, but the Creature is gone. Clerval is concerned about his wellbeing and insists on taking Viktor in.

Wyx’s body is found by Juliana in Ilse’s club, having died while taking his testosterone injection. His father blames her for Wyx’s death, all previous disagreements coming to a head as he believes that Juliana’s corrupting influence has killed his daughter and is at risk of killing Ilse as well. He knows that there is not enough evidence to convict Juliana, but threatens to kill her himself if she ever makes contact with his family again.

The Creature explains to Viktor how he learned about the world, having been overwhelmed by the city and retreating into its underground system of tunnels and sewers. He observes the comings and goings at a literal underground club and slowly learns about language and human interaction, becoming increasingly attached to its owner Ilse and her close friends while remaining unaware of their connection to his creator. He listens to Ilse express her heartbreak and grief over her parents, who she has learned died during their time apart, and her closest companion Viktor, who has all but vanished with no explanation. He begins to believe that, in the darkness and among so many strange-looking people, he might become friends with them. When he sees Wyx privately expressing unhappiness with his body while injecting testosterone, the Creature is emboldened to approach him, feeling that they are similar— only to panic when Wyx reacts badly and end up strangling him. The Creature finishes by imploring Viktor to create a companion for him and promises to leave forever once the deed is done. Reluctantly, Viktor agrees.

Viktor puts off his task as much as he possibly can. He and Ilse get engaged, something that enlivens his father— he believes that marriage will “fix” Ilse and save her from the same fate that befell Wyx, while simultaneously curing Viktor of his asociality and melancholy. At Clerval’s insistence, he and Viktor take a trip far from Berlin, where Viktor finds a remote place to build his second Creature and tells Clerval to go on without him. He cannot bring himself to finish the experiment, and ends up destroying it, scattering the remains in a lake. The Creature, having been watching his progress, flies into a rage and vows that he will be with Viktor on his wedding night. However, the following morning he is accused of murder by the people of the nearby town— Clerval has been found dead on the shore. Viktor is taken into custody and only released after his father arrives and, still having connections from his time as an East German official, manages to convince them of his innocence. He brings Viktor home, convinced that as long as the wedding goes through everything will work itself out. As it approaches, Viktor grows more and more paranoid, but convinces himself of the same, resolving to fight the Creature himself. On their wedding night, Viktor searches the premises for his creation, only to realize too late that it had intended to kill Ilse rather than him. In the aftermath, Viktor’s father kills himself. Having lost all he holds dear, Viktor resolves to spend the rest of his life hunting down his creation.

a piece from my study abroad project, an adaptation of frankenstein set in '90s berlin. (+ detail shots!)

#also thank you so much for 1k+ notes that's a huge deal to me!!!#the true title of this story is Rave Frankenstein (in homage to the modern classic Rave Macbeth)#also if i missed anything chalk it up to me being stressed out of my gd mind when i wrote this. immersive frankenstein lifestyle honestly #frankenstein

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purplesurveys · 1 year ago

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How did it feel outside today? I didn't go out, but in any case to my surprise it was cold all day – I haven't turned on my fan at all, and right now I even have my blanket around me without anything running. I don't know if this is still one of those rare good days in the year, or if it could already be the start of the Christmas weather.

Are there any animals in the room with you? Nopes. I'm in my room; the dogs sleep downstairs.

How did you spend yesterday afternoon? I was just working and had been in a couple of meetings as well.

Are any of your siblings taller than you? They both are. I'm the smallest sibling and also the smallest in the immediate family, haha.

Name a song that reminds you of a past relationship: Sparks by Coldplay. Thankfully I associate Coldplay so much more with BTS now because I love the band and it would've sucked if I had to stop listening to them.

When did you last have a nightmare? I feel like it was just recently, but I can't remember exactly when.

What's the goriest thing you've ever seen? TRIGGER WARNING: DEATH, BLOOD. Either photos of actual corpses on the internet, or select wrestling matches that are known for having been extremely bloody. I have a very specific memory of watching Vince McMahon's forehead literally pumping out blood cos his cut went way deeper than it should have.

Have you or do you attend pep rallies regularly? I haven't. I know my university had those as an annual thing but I never was able to attend any because I could never find anyone who wanted to watch it.

Have you ever seen a building on fire in real life? I haven't, but seeing massive clouds of smoke from a distance from burning buildings is something I'm fairly familiar with. The last time had been in July when we were staying over at a hotel and could tell there was a fire going on at some province all the way south, like in Cavite, from that giant-ass cloud of smoke we saw from our floor.

Have you kissed anyone and their first name started with an F, D, or L? No, I haven't.

Have you ever been in therapy for anything? Nope, haven't been to therapy.

Do you think clowns are creepy? They can be but they aren't the creepiest things in the world for me.

If you had to write an essay about a popular song... what would that song be? Let's go with Gangnam Style by PSY.

When did you last have some fruit? Every day I was sick in the last week my mom fixed up this drink for me to consume and I'm pretty sure it had some kind of fruit in it; I'm just unable to identify which.

What's something you have to look forward to? Getting to head out again after finishing my quarantine. I completely forgot that the local Audrey Hepburn exhibit is only running until the end of the month, so I really need to book a visit within the next weekend as it'll be gone by the 28th.

Is there any part of your sexual/romantic history that you have not told your current significant other about or that you will not tell future partners about? There is a small part that I probably would have to mention, but it's too personal to discuss in detail here.

Have you ever developed feelings for someone whose sexual orientation was incompatible with yours? Nah.

How many relationships have you been in that actually got sexual? Just one.

Who performs the most random acts of kindness out of everyone you know? Probably Bea. Girl always has surprises up her sleeve.

Are any of your pets “overweight”? Cooper may be slightly overweight, but it's not like alarm bells level and we definitely watch how much we feed him so that it doesn't start becoming an entirely bad health issue.

Who’s the most romantic person you ever went out with? I've only gone out with one person.

Last person to tell you that you smell good? My sister.

Last person you told that they smell good? That's not really something I tell people and tbh the last time I remarked they smelled nice it was to my dogs hahaha.

What shows do you watch? I gravitate towards sitcom the most since I prefer easy watching, so shows like Friends, The Big Bang Theory, Brooklyn Nine-Nine...I also started on The Office earlier this week. Every now and then I'll watch something a bit heavier as I can only enjoy a good drama; most recently I finished DP.

Is there anything you are craving right now? I'm feeling pretty full right now actually so I'm good.

Think back to the last person you kissed, how many times have you laughed with them? A million times and more.

What are five Halloween costumes that you’d like to wear in the future? RJ of BT21; Diane Nguyen from BoJack; Joey Tribbiani from that scene where he wore all of Chandler's clothes at once; a bottle of peach soju; and the dude from the 'A child' Vine hahaha.

Who did you have your first kiss with? Do you remember what color his/her eyes were? My ex, yeah I do.

Whose Facebook timeline did you post on most recently? I don't post on anyone's feeds. I think only older people do that anymore.

Have you ever had a restaurant dish that was made with bugs? If not, would you even want to try one? I haven't, actually; I didn't even get to try any bug dishes in Thailand when I was there – our itinerary was so packed we didn't have time to look for restaurants or stalls that had them :( But yes, I'm adventurous when it comes to food so I'd definitely try.

If anything, I went to a Thai tasting menu event a couple of weeks ago and I took up the owner's offer to try one piece of cricket. It tasted like chicharon, just a bit more savory.

Which edible flowers have you tasted? I don't think I've tried flowers before.

Who was the last non-relative woman you spoke to in person? Fern.

What was the last video you added to your favorites on YouTube? I don't really do that. The most I do is just press like on videos.

Who was the last person that apologized to you? I think Coleen.

What comes to mind when you think of pregnancy? Expenses.

Do you prefer bar or liquid soap? Liquid.

Do any of your family members have an upcoming birthday? It'll be one of my cousins' birthday on November 3rd.

What is your favorite flavor of Jolly Ranchers? I've never had a Jolly Rancher.

Is your favorite animal endangered? No.

Are you better at writing fiction or non-fiction? Non-fiction. I have absolutely zero luck with fiction; I've just never figured it out.

Have you ever dated someone one grade/year above or below you? Neither.

What is the middle name of the last person you texted? I have no idea.

Have you ever come close to drowning? Yes, when I was 9.

So… remember Girl Scout cookies? Any favorites you had/have? No I don't. We don't have those here.

Why did you ignore the last person you ignored? Because it was a work-related person messaging on a fucking weekend and they should know to leave me alone.

Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Pluto :) If I could have Baymax in dog form too that would be so fun.

Do you like chocolate milk? Just Chuckie. I'm not too fond of everything else.

What is something you hate, but wish you loved? Hiking and more outdoorsy activities. < So real. I wish I could love hiking but tbh it is the worst thing in the world.

What’s the cutest thing your S/O does, but denies it’s cute in any way? I don't have one.

Who have you hugged in the past month? Idk, I wanna say around 10-15 people? I've seen a good number of friends this month so far.

Last bad news you heard? Family death for one of my co-workers.

Have you ever dined alone at a restaurant? Yup, several times.

Have you seen a baby being born in real life? I have not.

Do any of your exes know each other? I only have one.

What’s an opinion you find impossible to take seriously? Continuing to be supportive of the Marcos regime.

Have you ever changed in front of the last person you kissed? Uh, sure.

Do you have any goats? I don't own any goats, no.

Do you hang out with your sibling’s friends? Nah, they like to keep to themselves and that's fine by me.

Have you experienced any severe side effects of medications? Well, I've been bruising this last week but I'm not sure if that's simply because of my weakened immune system or the meds I took.

On Facebook, do you have people listed as your siblings who aren’t really your siblings? No, never did that.

Have you lost any close family members to cancer? One.

Do you know anyone who doesn’t have a middle name? I've met people who only have one first name, but they're very rare.

How often do you check your emails? For my personal email, at least once a day.

Would you want your kids to have your hair color? All Filipinos have black hair so I don't really have a choice lol.

Have you ever had a big YouTuber reply to a comment you left on their video? Nah. That'd be cool, but also I never comment so HAHAHAHA

Have you ever given a lap dance? Nope.

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Silent Sparks - Volt 59

Warnings: It's the provisional licensing exam Word count: 4132

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 58 | Volt 60

A/N: I did so much research on orca's and the use of ultrasonic waves to immobilize things, I might be qualified to become a marine biologist haha, however for anyone confused on why things played out the way they did in this chapter, I'll leave an explanation at the end :)

We looked up as the giant flat screen turned on, the arena we just fought in on display.

"For the hundred of you who passed the first test, please turn your attention to the screen." Mera said over the intercom. Hitoshi and I watched in shock as it was blown to pieces. Buildings crumbling and crashing. A bead of sweat clung to my temple, the whole scene looking like Kamino. "There's only one more round to the exam. Your goal is simple: undertake rescue exercises and save the bystanders who are trapped in these disaster sites." My eyebrows crinkled in confusion.

"Save the what now?" Denki asked, voicing my thoughts.

"Use this time to show us how you will carry out successful rescue procedures once you receive your provisional licenses. Treat this as though it were the real thing." I looked to my brother and we gave each other confirming nods. Children and old people came on the screen and started setting themselves in the destroyed area. "These specialists have been trained as professional 'persons in need of rescue.' They're very popular. Introducing the 'Help Us Company,' also known as HUC for short. The HUC bystanders have dressed up like injured victims and will be located throughout the disaster site. We'll be judging how well you keep them safe as you go about your mission. Oh, by the way. We'll be scoring you on a point system. If you have more points than the benchmark at the time the exercise comes to an end, then you pass the exam. We'll start in ten minutes. Take care of any necessary preparations now." I swallowed the lump in my throat, Iida approaching Midoriya and I.

"It's like Kamino Ward." My best friend mumbled.

"That's what I was thinking." I muttered under my breath before walking away. My brother followed, keen on keeping me in his sights.

"Is she here?" I looked around the room closely before I froze up. My brother followed my line of sight before turning back to me. "The girl from Shiketsu?" I quickly nodded and tried to wipe the stress off my face. Immediately, I walked back towards the center when I heard Todoroki ask Yoarashi if he somehow offended him.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings? Well, the thing is, son of Endeavor... I just can't help but hate you both. You've changed a little bit since the first time our paths crossed. But you definitely still have your fathers eyes." I quickly pushed between them, giving Todoroki some emotional reprieve.

"Alright, first off, learn to count, Roki has heterochromia. So it would be eye not eyes. Second off, rude. And third, grow up. Sure he's the son of a pro, but that's not all he's known for. You don't know him so don't fucking act like it, you had one interaction with him. And wow, heroes who don't get along have to work together all the damn time. Go loosen your hat to get some blood flow back to your brain and think things over before you run your mouth. 'Kay?" His glare turned to me as well and I rolled my eyes, watching as he got called over by his classmate and walked away with a wide smile.

Saved by the bell, quite literally, it rang right as Shindou started heading my way.

"Villains have performed a large scale terrorist attack spanning all of Insert City Name Here. Since most buildings collapsed, there are many injured." The building opened up once again, putting us back in the arena. "Due to heavily damaged roads, the first responders have unfortunately been delayed for the time being. Until emergency services arrive, the heroes in the area will lead the rescue efforts. Your task is to save as many people as you can and help the injured. And with that... Begin!" A loud alarm went off and we all immediately set off.

"Shoji, Jirou, Tokoyami, Koda, you guys are our eyes and ears. Tsu, you good to take the water?" I asked loudly.

"Always am!" I smiled to myself at her response.

"If any of you guys need someone back here, wave me down. I'll see ya." I got back a number of agreements. I broke off from the group, not wanting to over crowd. I quickly noticed a girl crying for help and I immediately ran over to her. "Hi kiddo, my name is Sonus, I'm gonna get you outta this. Does anything hurt?"

"My foot!" She yelled out while still crying.

"Okay, can I see it real quick?" She nodded and I saw that she had blood on the top of her foot. "Alright, do you think you can walk?" She rapidly shook her head and I crouched down to her level. "I'm gonna pick you up and carry you to the first aid area, yeah?" She nodded again and I gently picked her up bridal style, rushing back over to the front. Shindou and another guy were at the first aid area. Shindou smirked at me with a dark look in his eye and a blonde girl came over to me. "She has an injured foot, she hasn't complained about any other pains but we can't rule anything out." The girl looked at me in shock.

"Alright, set her down here." I nodded quickly and gingerly placed the HUC actress down in the first aid area.

"I'll be back with more as soon as possible." She sent me a curt nod and I ran off again.

I grabbed the mini flashlight out of my belt and made sure to check underneath areas that someone small could fit under. With my luck, I found a small boy this time, curled up under an unstable structure of concrete. He sobbed hysterically and I angled the light towards the ground slightly so we both could see and I wouldn't blind him.

"Hey, let's get you outta there. Are you hurt?" I asked in a gentler voice.

"My back hurts!" The boy cried out.

"Alright, I'll be right back, I need to grab something to help me carry you safely." He paused but then proceeded to cry harder. I stepped away from the opening and checked around on my glasses and thankfully spotted Momo. "Momo, it's Tsukare." I watched as she stopped and started looking around. "Turn a little more to your right, okay, I'm about a hundred meters away in that direction, I need help." She nodded and made haste over here. "I need a med gurney, injured back." I said quietly, taking every precaution possible that I would in a real scenario. She nodded and I turned away out of respect, waiting for her to give me the go ahead.

"One medical gurney." I gave her a small smile in thanks and started getting everything situated. "Tsukare. You are aware of how dangerous this is, correct? That whole thing is extremely unstable and could come down any moment." I sucked in a deep breath and nodded.

"I know. But it's either I risk my safety and save someone, or someone else gets hurt because I hesitated. So I'm getting him out." She stared at me for a moment before silently agreeing. "Okay, I'm gonna need your help carrying him back to first aid. Wait out here." She looked at me anxiously as I got back down on the ground. "Hey, I have something here that we're gonna have you lay on so we can make sure it's super safe for you." I slid the cot in front of me and started crawling through the collapsing tunnel of cement, the flashlight between my teeth. Once I was close enough, I grabbed it out of my mouth and looked at the boy who was shaking. "Can you wiggle your toes?" And immediately, he snapped out of his acting.

"That shouldn't be a priority! I'm currently trapped under unstable debris and separated from my family! And that's what you're concerned about? You're too much of a newbie! Minus points!" I looked at him in shock, not expecting that.

"I asked because if there's any paralysis or damage to the spinal cord or surrounding nerves I would need more equipment for proper treatment and evacuation. With how you're curled up, I can already infer that however the movement of lower extremities would clarify if it would be safe to move you. With kids it's better to keep a lighter attitude so they don't freak out even more in a crisis." It was his turn to look at me in shock for a moment.

"Ignore the point deduction." He said calmly before going back to crying, his toes curling and uncurling.

"Okay, I'm gonna need you to move onto here now." He continued to cry and carelessly flopped on the gurney, debris falling down on us as the cement slightly shifted. "Yao-momo, I need you to pull him out!"

"What? But, Tsukare-"

"There's not a lot of time, pull him out now! I'll be right behind him!" I called back to her, knowing that it would eat up too much time for me to crawl backwards while dragging him. I moved to the side, pushing him back just enough that she could grab him. "Okay, breathe." I told myself before tucking the flashlight back into my mouth. Slowly, I circled around, careful not to bump the walls on either side and rushed out of there. I dove out at the last second, just as the debris caved in and crushed where I just was. "Let's get him over to the medical area." Momo looked at me in disbelief but picked up one end and I grabbed the other. Both of us rushed over to triage, multiple other 'wounded' actors laying down, heroes coming and going.

"Tsukare, I need some help getting someone. You got a free hand?" Jirou asked quickly, to which I nodded. "Momo? You in?" I turned to the girl with the ponytail and watched her nod in determination. "This way."

We followed her just past the city where multiple walls of a building were pushed together. A man hunched over two kids, debris sprinkled across his back. I pulled my collar over my mouth slightly, the dust making me cough harshly.

"Are you three alright? Is there anyone else with you?" I asked cautiously, using my flashlight to illuminate the area.

"My wife, a- a piece of the building fell on her ankle!" The man cried out. I pointed the light back a little further until I saw a woman laying there with a piece of cement angled above her ankle.

"We'll get you and your family out safely!" I turned back to Jirou and Momo, both of them clearly stressed with the situation.

"Tsukare, I can't just watch you go in there again. You could get seriously hurt." Yao-momo lectured softly.

"We can't leave them here. So we have to think of something and fast. Jirou, you're our ears. The second you hear that that structure is going to collapse, you let us know immediately. Momo, I need you to make support beams and a gurney. Momo, we get in, we get out, assess their injuries and haul ass. Sound good?" Jirou gave me a smirk and sent her earphones into the ground. Momo hesitated but gave a firm nod. I walked into the desolate cave and went to the father first as Momo got support beams in place. "Sir, we're going to get your kids out first then you and your wife." He nodded and trembled his lip. "Hey kiddos, are either of you hurt?" They both shook their heads. "Hey, how about we get out of here, yeah? Let's go." They shakily crawled out from under the man and I scooped both of them up. I rushed out to Jirou and set them down beside her. "Okay, I need you both to wait with Earphone Jack while we get your mom and dad out of there, okay?" They immediately clung onto Jirou and I watched her fight through the mild discomfort before darting back in.

"Tsukare. I need help getting him on the gurney. I've already removed all of the debris off of his back." I tucked the flashlight back in my mouth and crouched across from her, letting her count for us to lift him onto the gurney with wheels. He groaned in pain and we quickly got him out. The building rumbled as we set him down.

"I'm getting the wife, wait here." Jirou went to stop me but I was already back inside. "Ma'am! The rest of your family is safe, outside of your foot, are you hurt?" She shook her head wildly and I quickly removed the piece of debris and picked her up bridal style. "I gotcha, we're gonna get out of here." I said to her calmly before running us out of the building. I slowed in front of everyone and looked to see what they were staring at, following their gaze to my calf. A large wound down the back of it, gushing blood but with all the adrenaline, I didn't feel the pain. "Let's get them to the medical area. I'll get taped up there too." Momo went to say something but stopped, opting to push the injured man as Jirou carried the kids. We were almost back when the faux villains arrived, explosions coming out of the ground and walls.

Gang Orca assisted out of the debris as I slowed beside Midoriya and Shindou.

"That's Gang Orca!" Midoriya exclaimed.

"Way to state the obvious, 'Zuku! We need to evacuate and relocate the medbay, now!" I hollered out as smaller villains started flooding towards us over the ruins of the city.

"Ah! Onryo! Your leg! Are you okay? You should probably get that patched up.." My best friend stated, clearly concerned.

"I'm fine." I retorted sharply, digging through my belt and tying some rolled up gauze around my calf, teeth clenching at the surge of pain.

"Onryo, maybe you should help with relocating the victims instead..."

"I'm alright." I muttered, gritting my teeth together from the pain. "Zuku? We gotta knock some of these guys out. Ready?" He nodded once and we ran off towards the swarm.

'I can't use my shattering waves, there could still be civilians trapped under the fallen buildings.'

'Okay, you can do this, only the villains not the cement.'

"Get everyone to safety!" Shindou called out as he caught up to me, the both of us now running side by side.

"Shindou, wait!" Izuku called out.

"Do it!" The black haired boy responded. "Get them as far away from the villains as possible! I'll start hammering away at the henchmen at one second intervals." Shindou crouched and placed his hands on the ground.

"Shindou, watch out!" I hollered to him, watching as Gang Orca appeared in his face just after he knocked out over a dozen villains.

"Nice try." Orca snarled before blasting Shindou back. "Only two rear guards to hold us back? You've underestimated me." The 'villain' stated, I quickly crouched down to Shindou's unmoving body.

'Orca's, ultrasonic waves... So, I could fight him?'

I quickly took out my hearing aids, put them in their case and zipped them into a belt pouch.

"Roki! I'll need some cover!" I called out when I saw the dual haired male in my peripheral vision.

Gang Orca looked at me confused, not having enough time to process and move away from me as I jumped up and kicked him. My boot collided with his cheek and he stumbled back. He quickly recovered but once he went for me, Todoroki sent out a large shield of ice. Ojiro and others behind him helping with the evacuation. While Gang Orca was temporarily immobilized, I helped Shindou up. My body tingled from the master 'villain' using his quirk again and I dropped Shindou.

"Aww, is that all you got?" I taunted, earning another confused look. The wind suddenly picked up and I dove Shindou and I out of the way as Yoarashi came down from the sky. "Todoroki! Focus!" He took a deep breath and nodded. "Inasa, get your head out of your ass, this is a team effort." I said to him with my quirk, his glare following to me. The two attacked simultaneously and I watched as it failed, the two falling into an argument. I quickly noticed that I could finally let loose. "Shattering Waves!" I called out, watching as the earth tore apart again, minor villains covering their ears fruitlessly.

I watched as another wave of flames were a mere moment away from Shindou and I. I pulled Shindou up with me as Izuku jumped over us, grabbing hand midair and swept away from the flames.

"Get your shit together!" I yelled to the two. Only for them both to be knocked out by Gang Orca. "Let's do this!" I yelled again, destroying more of the earth. Shindou popping up beside us and dealing more damage. I ran forward and went for hand to hand combat.

Izuku joined me and we worked together landing punched and kicks to the villains. The only thing I could see was a whirlwind of flames cascading around Gang Orca. Ojiro, Mina, Tsu and Tokoyami swooped in to help us so Midoriya and I tag teamed on Gang Orca, both of us going for a kick but everyone around us stopped.

The buzzer just went off, all of the HUC members have been saved.

I landed on the ground as Izuku signed those words and I lunged over to give him a hug.

"We did it! Oh my gods, we have to find Toshi!" He nodded rapidly and we ran over to where all the students were. I jumped into my brothers arms and he almost fell from the sheer force.

What happened to your leg?

Hold on, let me put my hearing aids in.

I rifled through my pouch and placed them in, listening to the slight static and background noise come through before I was swarmed in a group hug by several people. Mina, Hanta, Kiri and Denks all squeezing us together, cheering about how we did it. Denki going the extra mile of hugging me separately and spinning me around, giggles erupting from my body and a blush coating the apples of my cheeks.

"Tsukabro! What'd you do to your leg?" I looked down and saw the bandage was now soaked in blood.

"Uh, a piece of debris got me. I'll live." Denki looked at me concerned and everyone around me looked shocked.

"Go to the infirmary dumbass." My brother chided, ruffling my hair. I shrugged and walked with everyone to the locker room, a few sets of eyes in me as I changed quickly. One belonging to Denki, and another belonging to Shindou. I quickly changed my shirt, sat on a bench and used my costumes first aid gear to clean and rebandage my leg.

We made our way back out the arena, a giant screen set up for everyone to see their names. Denki stood on one side of me while Hitoshi stood on the other.

"Now, before I announce the results." Mera started from the front of the group. "I should probably explain the way we evaluated you. Between HUC, and those of us at the Heroes Public Safety Commission, we had a two-fold demerit system that we used to determine your total scores. In other words, we were evaluating you based on how few mistakes you made in a crisis situation. Anyway, the names of those who passed are listed here in alphabetical order. Keep my words in mind as you search the screen for your name." Mera finished and gestured to the screen. Dozens of names flashed on and after a minute of searching I finally found mine and then my brothers.

"Toshi, we passed." I mumbled, a tear of pure joy streaming down my face. All of us who passed erupted in our own cheers.

"Hey pipsqueak, you got a sec?" My fist curled beside me and Denki quickly slid his hand into mine.

"What do you want?" He raised his hands up in faux surrender at my icy tone.

"Just wanna talk, you don't have to be so hostile." He said in a light, joking tone.

"Make it quick." I told him and followed him to the outskirts of the examinees.

"You've changed, pipsqueak." I shot him a glare, irked at the old nickname.

"Don't call me that, get to the point." He scoffed and shook his head slightly.

"I'm sorry, for what I did when we were kids. I saw in the locker room that you didn’t have the best childhood." I looked at him with a stone cold expression.

"Cool, is that all?" He looked at me in disbelief.

"Tsukare? Am I interrupting?" I turned and saw Nakami standing a few feet away.

"Not at all. See you around Shindou." A small smile came on me face as I walked over to the boy. "Thank you for getting me out of there." He gave a gentle nod while we walked back towards where we were.

"You're welcome. I was hoping I didn't read the situation wrong and actually interrupt." I laughed lightly and shook my head.

"Definitely not. Do you want to meet some people from my class?" He gave a curt nod and I lead him over to my brother. "This is my brother Shinsou Hitoshi. Toshi this is Nakami Rintarou, we grew up together in the foster center." The two gave a small nod in greeting to one another. "The broccoli haired boy is our best friend Midoriya Izuku." He looked slightly amused at my description of him.

"Onryo, I have your printed results." My brother said I quickly grabbed the paper, eyes widening at my score.

"I got ninety six points." I mumbled and my brother gave me a fist bump. "Shoot we're probably going to have to leave soon, uh here." I handed my phone to Nakami and watched as he put his number in.

We all went out by the busses again and I stayed by my Dad's side. Scowling as Ms. Joke called out to him and came back over.

"Since we've reconnected, how 'bout we get together for joint training sometime?" I let out a breath, glad that it didn't go a different direction.

"Yeah. That could be smart." Dad said dully.

"So when's the wedding?" She asked happily. I looked at Dad as he sighed and he nodded, giving me all the go ahead I needed.

"Take this as disrespectfully as you'd like, but drop it already. He's told you no multiple times. It's not a game. He's turned you down, just get over it. You're a grown woman and it's sad that a child has to explain that to you." She looked at me in shock and Dad patted me on the back.

"Go get on the bus, I got it from here." I nodded, gave him a hug and walked over to the vehicle happily.

A/N: Hi lovelies, so for anyone confused on why Tsukare wasn't immobilized by Gang Orca, here's my explanation to it!

So Orca's use ultrasonic waves to immobilize their prey, essentially, it's their echolocation. They don't get paralyzed however, they get stunned, which is a large difference. The reason being is being it's sensory overload for the ocean animals when they hear the clicking and the frequency. It's scrambles then for a second. Multiple deep sea divers have reported that they get a tingling sensation when they're being watched by a pod of dolphins or other animals that use echolocation. So, since Present Mic said that Gang Orca doesn't have to be in water for his quirk to be effective, I went with the logic of the divers being in the ocean and not having that response. Granted these are super powers, so of course it's not going to work the same, but since Tsukare is hard of hearing, my logic was that he can't hear the echolocation being used. He can't hear the sound waves, so it could disorient him a bit and it gave him that numbing sensation. Hope this makes sense!

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silverselfshippingchaos · 1 year ago

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occultation, earthshine, and libration for whoever you'd like! 💚💜

Hello friend!!!

Occultation: How quickly did you come to trust your FO? How quickly did they trust you? Were there many barriers that needed working through, or was it easy to get to know each other?

Hmmmmm I think I'm gonna answer this one for Eizen and Demyx! Water people!

Eizen, my beloved 1000 year old morally fucked up Reaper pirate, is not always the easiest man on the sea to get along with. He's known to be kinda violent, and is known as the Reaper because he's cursed to bring bad luck to those around him. He's not always a people person.

That being said, he's also a massive nerd. Mention art or history around him and he'll go off.

(Cute...)

He's also not human. He can be a little iffy around humans at first, but when he first meets Ash, he quickly realizes that she's not human. It's not just the red of her hair, but he can feel it. So immediately he's a little curious. Someone like him, someone who has been around as long as he has. But, although Eizen's element is earth, Ash's is fire (haha get it? Ash? It's a pun!).

So point is! Eizen was a little distrustful of Ash at first because what's some lost little girl have to do with him? But when he senses the magic she has and just how strong it is, he's curious. Curious, yet still cautious. As he takes her back to the ship and she makes a little passing comment about a painting he likes, he's even more curious because he thinks he may have found someone just like him, both in terms of being a lover of the arts and also being a Malakhim.

They're fast friends. Normally Eizen doesn't let his curse dictate who he spends his time around, but it's a horrible feeling seeing the one you love getting hurt because of you. There's a period of time of him distancing himself from her. But blah blah blah they talk it out blah blah they kiss, so on and so forth-

As for Ash, she may be a fun pirate in game, but she was very not used to the pirate life when they first met! If anything, she was pretty afraid. You see, Eizen has a scene where he snaps a guy's finger like it's the most casual thing ever. Ash is intrigued because a handsome Malak pirate found her, but she's also... mildly intimidated. It's not often she sees one of her own people that's not being enslaved by the Abbey, but a pirate?! A criminal?! That's not okay!!! Breaking the law isn't right!

Funny, since she breaks the law all the time in game- Eizen is a great influence!

Anywho. Other water guy! Demyx! Dance, water dance!

Demyx isn't used to having friends. Ash's memories are fuzzy and barely there. They bond over a love of music, but Ash just doesn't remember a lot of things. Demyx is pretty quick to be chill around her since she's a very hard-worker! In fact, Xemnas sees her as quite the useful tool.

So Demyx assumes he can get away with Ash carrying his weight on missions. He never knew he'd fall for her.

Ash is a little quick to trust him since she can't remember much, and some other members of the Organization are honestly kind of frightening. They get along well after a while, but it's a slow start. They need to start talking because they really feel a spark.

Though Ash did thing Demyx was very cute at first glance! After all, I fell for him the first time I saw him!

Earthshine: Do you live together? Do you ever argue over interior decoration choices?

I'm gonna answer this one for Kyohei! My beloved husband!

Yes and yes.

They happily life together, but the thing is that this Ash S/I is pretty similar to me. She owns a lot of books, she owns a lot of albums and figures and video games. As a result, she likes to have a lot of bookshelves.

Her and Kyohei don't really fight very often because of how open they are with each other (Kyohei is the #1 wife guy after all LMAO), but Kyohei is a little tired of her constantly wanting new shelves and needing his help displaying things.

A lot of their dates are them building shit from IKEA together haha! Ash always teases about how since he works in construction, this shouldn't be anything new! He rolls his eyes and says that what he does isn't this, but he loves seeing how big his wife's smile is. In addition, Ash is kinda short, so Kyohei is always helping her put stuff on shelves and grab things for her.

Sometimes he even asks her for a kiss as payment. Ash gives him two.

Overall, Kyohei honestly loves how much Ash works on personalizing their home. The pictures (he keeps a picture of their wedding in his wallet too) on the walls, some of Ash's cosplay stuff, all the shelves and funky colors... It really makes it feel like a home. He loves his wife! And his wife loves him too.

Libration: Are they the type for jewelry? What style would they wear? Gaudy or minimalist?

Oh man oh man oh man- Great question! I love jewelry a lot, and you will never see me not blinged out. I have a huge collection and I never go out without my earrings and rings. Jewelry is totally my jam!

Kyohei wears a simple wedding band, but that's about it. He also has a necklace that was a gift from his wife that he wears under his jacket. He's not the biggest jewelry person, so he prefers things that are morw similar.

I think a more casual Demyx when he's not in his Organization robe wears a lot of jewelry! He thinks it's stylish and has several ear piercings.

#thank you sooo much for the ask! very dun #*fun #ash rambles 💚#answered

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evelhak · 2 years ago

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Anime ask please!!!

1, 9, 27

Thank you so much Eve 💕

Thanks, V. :) I'd be glad to ask you something too, but no pressure.

1. First anime that I remember watching was Versailles no bara, or "Lady Oscar" as it was translated. It fundamentally affected me as a person. I had never connected to any cartoon in the same way before, it was love at first sight and made me irreversibly an anime fan right off the bat. I was mesmerized. I wanted to be Oscar. Which is no wonder, I mean, the trans, and I think from my view even specifically nonbinary vibes are through the roof. Of course, I wouldn't realize that until years later. But I think it's such an amazing story because depending on how you look at it, it has the potential to be relatable or an inspiration to pretty much any trans person (and definitely other queer people as well). Obviously it's a product of its time and has its shortcomings, but it made me positively elated when I was an eight-year-old, and after that too to be honest. It sparked a lot more questions for me than it answered about Oscar and at the same time the world. So, the premise is "a girl raised as a boy" and even as a child I never felt like it answered whether this fate was a freedom or a cage for Oscar. Later, I've answered that question to myself as "both" because it doesn't even matter what gender identity Oscar actually has, because so much of the story is about gender roles, and those have the potential to be both a cage and a freedom to everyone despite of gender and whether they are trans or cis. I think this early experience granted me the freedom to feel like I can explore these themes in my own writing, and I still find myself doing it a lot, because both gender identity and gender roles are such interesting topics to me. Haha, the last side story I wrote in my KnB fic series even happens to be inspired by a scenario similar to this anime's, although my inspiration for it specifically was the medieval French poem "Silence" instead. But yes, this anime affects me greatly even today.

9. Favourite anime child... I guess this means literally a child character. I'm honestly not that interested in child characters. I would have said Yotsuba, because she's freaking hilarious, but there's no anime of that manga, so... hmm. Well, Sakura from Card Captor Sakura, maybe? She's ten at the start if I remember correctly. I like her attitude, and she falls in the realm of characters I tend to like for many reasons. I have a soft spot for characters who are smart because they are simple, in a sense. Also, characters who are energetic but not in an erratic, annoying way. Characters who are focused and live in the present. Characters with kick ass athletic abilities who are still surprisingly clumsy and get in funny situations because of it. I kind of relate to her friend Tomoyo's perspective, I totally get why she's charming.

27. Anime I plan to watch in the future... Maybe Beastars? My sister recommended it, which means it's about a 50% chance that I'll actually enjoy it, or that it's a sensory nightmare that bounces from idea to idea, being simultaneously overstimulating for my senses and understimulating for me mentally. Which is the reason I haven't watched a lot of anime in recent years, there just seems to be a lot of hectic stuff around that goes broad rather than deep. I plan to rewatch a lot of old favourites though, like Kaleido Star and Princess Tutu, which I already mentioned to you, V. Oh, and I plan to keep up with Jujutsu Kaisen. Not enough of a fan to read the manga (which I usually do first) but it's interesting enough to watch, and one of the only shonen anime I've seen with actually good female characters, so, that's why I'm going to keep watching it.

#anime #versailles no bara #princess tutu #jujutsu kaisen #kaleido star #card captor sakura

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theminecraftbee · 2 years ago

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stress probably isn't a particularly major character in the theoretical persona au but I Like The Her so if you want to have thoughts on her that would be sweet. oh, likewise for xB so i guess pick whichever one you want to have thoughts on more or both.

“Right then. Why are you back in my garden, hm?”

Impulse yelps and turns around. Dangit, he’s been caught. Mind, he would have been caught either way, but he’s like, super caught. Mega-ultra-super-caught. He knew coming back here had been a bad idea, no matter how well that alo vera had worked on status ailments, and no matter how much Tango had egged him on.

Stupid, stupid. How many plants can go missing from a garden before it’s noticed, anyway? Not very many, probably! Impulse wouldn’t know! He doesn’t garden.

“Hey,” he says, very eloquently, to the short brown-haired girl who’s appeared to reprimand him.

“I worked hard on those plants, I did, and now you’re here all rummaging around in them! What do you have to say for yourself?”

Three thoughts float by the tip of Impulse’s tongue. It’s for a school project? No, stupid, too obvious, she’s wearing the uniform, she must be a fellow student, she’d know what projects they have. Uh, alo vera is his favorite flower? Does it have a flower? Wait, isn’t it a cactus? How is this lady growing a cactus out here in this climate? No, not a good answer either.

He panics. “Well, I had to see you,” he says. “Er. Miss. Whoever you are.”

…smooth, Casanova. Clearly he needs better Charm. That, or a working brain-to-mouth filter and friends who don’t encourage him to steal other people’s plants. He may be new in town, but he can be choosy!

(He cannot be choosy.)

The girl laughs. “Well, aren’t you forward? This whoever you are goes by Stress, and you’re stealing my special project!”

“Special project? Is this… not alo vera?”

“Haha, no,” Stress says.

Impulse flashes to the amount of it the four of them have applied to various injuries over the madcap past few days. Hm. Yeah, whatever’s in those plants is probably well in their bloodstreams, or at least absorbed into the skin.

“…what are they?” Impulse asks.

“Oh, you know,” Stress says.

“I sort of don’t,” Impulse says weakly.

“They’re my secret project,” Stress says.

“Cool,” Impulse says. “That’s… cool. Do you have seeds or something that…”

“Gosh, you really want some of my special plants,” Stress says, and Impulse resists the urge to ask her to please not call them that. “I’ll tell you what. If you help me out here at the garden, I’ll let you have all the plants you want. For a bit of a price, because they don’t grow instantly, but…”

“Wait, really?” Impulse says. “How much?”

Stress tells him. Impulse thinks about the notebook tracking how much he can buy from each of the local pharmacies before people get suspicious of him. He thinks of how inexplicably well the plants had worked in the negative world. He thinks of his poor, poor bank account - yeah, it’s already pretty clear which one of them is in charge of buying supplies.

“It’s a deal!” Impulse says.

“Ooooh, I’m so excited!” Stress says, squealing and clapping her hands. “An assistant and a customer! I’m so glad someone reasonable was stealing from me!”

“Yeah, me too,” Impulse says, and vaguely wonders if their definitions of reasonable are compatible at all.

I am thou... thou art I... Thou hast established a new bond... It shall become the spark of life that ignites into brilliant flame. With the birth of thy new bond, thou hast been blessed with the strength of Lovers.

[Lovers, Rank 1]

Impulse blinks. Okay. Sure. Why not. This might as well happen. More reason to come, hang out, and buy this lady’s plants, he assumes. “So, uh, what can I help you with now? ‘Cause I do kinda need...”

“Oh, here, let me show you,” Stress starts, and they immediately start work on the garden.

#answered #aquelondungeonmaster #theoretical persona au #if i had to earlier do the END of a social link. here's the start of one #because early parts of social links tend to be WAY more silly and lighthearted than the ends

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dreamonseems · 3 years ago

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First Meeting

Pairing: Jack Harlow X Reader

- I kinda rushed the proof reading so hopefully it's ok🙈

Part 2

Since the Instagram live situation you did as you promised you DM'd him your number. You guys been texting and calling daily Non-Stop, after some time You and Jack finally decided to go on a date. Your nervous as hell it has been a long time since you went on a date, let alone had a relationship with anybody. You have put your career first above anything else and you know so has Jack.

The date ended up going amazing, you found yourself falling for him even more as time went by. But your afraid of falling in love with him your heart has been broken so many times in the past. It almost feels like you have a scar there that can't be mended, but your willing to try. Deep down you still believe there is someone out there who will love you for who you are, and maybe that person is Jack.

《Ding》

your thoughts are cut short once you hear your message notifications go off.

Jack 🤤💓

'Hi pretty lady I hope your having a good day. I really miss you.'

'just giving you a heads up a article come out about us. I'll send it to you I'll call you once I get home.'

'I'm doing radio interview today most likely they might ask about us.'

Clicking the link he sent and there in the front page is you, and Jack in one of your dates. He has his arm around you and your both laughing while your enjoying a nice dinner.

The headline states

'Jack Harlow and Y/N Y/LN dating after flirting on Instagram live'

Oh fuck, you were hoping that you guys could keep this on the down low. Until it became more serious at least, that's why you were always so careful when you guys went on dates. You want this relationship to feel real and not have the pressure of Society on you. Not only that but now your freaking out because you don't know what Jack will say in the interview. Most likely he won't say anything but there is a part of you that kinda wants him to confirm the romance between you two. You decide to tuin and listen.

The radio host starts "hes back today give it up for the one and only Jack Harlow!"

"Glad to be back, glad to be back!"

"You just came out with your new album your going on tour soon big things are happening for you."

"Yeah man it's pretty crazy last time I was here I was just a up coming artist, now I made it haha feels pretty good."

"See I told everyone I was like this kid is something special and look where you are now."

"Haha thanks it means alot I still can't believe it I wake everyday just grateful on how lucky I am."

"Talking about luck your a lucky guy to spark interest in the eyes of someone like Y/N Y/LN, how that happen man?"

"Haha I had a feeling this might have been brought up."

"Well you know how it is people want to know."

"I mean that's my girl."

"So it's official than yall are together."

Jack laughs and he's thinking to himself why is he even talking about this right now. Usually he doesn't like to talk about personal things he likes to keep his private life private. But there is something about Y/N that makes him want to shout out to the world that she belongs to him and him her.

"Haha well we are getting there."

The host laughs "My boy your blushing I think he's in love."

"Don't do me like that haha."

"It's true he's all red he in love you heard it here folks Jack Harlow is in love."

"I mean can you blame me shes pretty amazing."

"Yeah we've had her on before she a good girl and very beautiful."

" shes the whole package smart, funny, creative, and yeah insanely gorgeous."

"Do I hear wedding bells"

"What haha we taking our time with this all people need to know right now is that's my girl so I'm off the market"

You find yourself blushing after listening to that you can't believe that he actually said that. Love fuck I'm so in love with man it's crazy. You can't wait for him to call and tell him how you feel and make this official.

#jack harlow #fanfiction #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jackman thomas harlow

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randomshyperson · 4 years ago

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - The First Year

Series Masterlist || Read on AO3

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

Chapters will have additional warning when necessary.

Tag list ( let me know if you want to be tagged or removed idk haha) @mionemymind / @abimess / @stephanieromanoff / @yourtaletotell / @tomy5girls / @justagaypanicking / @thegayw1tch / @idek-5 // @myperfectlovepoem // @helloalycia // @ENSORCELLME // @AIMEZVOUSBRAHMS @imapotatao / @aimezvousbrahms/ @ensorcellme/ @helloalycia

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Part I - The First Year

Hogwarts will be fun was the first thought you had when you opened the letter in your hands.

Tony, your older brother, ruffled your hair slightly as he came down into the kitchen and watched you open the mail.

"Your letter finally arrived, huh, little witch?" He joked with a smile as he sat down at the table.

"I can't wait to go!" You commented excitedly rereading the acceptance letter for the third time.

"Miss, after coffee, can we go to diagonal alley if you like?" Jarvis, your butler, asked you politely as he poured Tony's coffee making you hesitate slightly. Tony, who had his eye on you, forced a smile as he patted you on the arm.

"I'll go with you, don't worry." He assured and you nodded.

"I wish dad would come." You grumble as you sit down and Tony sighs.

" Yeah, me too." He says. "But you know he's busy, and we can't leave it to the last minute."

You mumble in agreement as you serve some sweetbreads on your plate.

Eating in silence for a few moments, you are startled slightly when Tony lets out an exclamation.

"Damn, I forgot to write back to Steve." He announces getting up and walking over to the next shelf where there were some stationery and pen.

"Your boyfriend will be upset." You tease lightly, and Tony mumbles softly without responding.

When he finishes writing the letter, he goes to the kitchen window and opens the metal, whistling loudly in a familiar rhythm. A few seconds later, Iron, his barn owl lands in front of him. Tony stroked the animal gently before dangling the letter in his paws.

" Please take this to Steve, Iron." He ordered and the animal made a noise before flying away again.

"Jarvis, I'll get ready to go." You tell the man as soon as you finish eating and head off toward the stairs.

//-//

Diagonal Alley is a noisy place.

Tony asked you to walk beside him, but you stopped walking at the first Quidditch shop you spotted, and he had to turn back halfway when he noticed you were no longer beside him.

"Don't do that." He warned, mildly annoyed, but you glazed over at the exposed broom in front of you, and he let out a chuckle when he noticed. "Come on, Y/N, you already have a broom."

"But that's no ordinary broom." You retorted with an impressed look. "It's a Nimbus 2000, it's the fastest broom there is."

"You have the 99, I don't understand the difference." He retorted with his hands in his pockets and you shrugged.

"Tony, can we buy it?" You asked pleadingly, making your brother laugh slightly.

"Let's buy your stuff first please" He retorted with a smile and you grumbled but accepted the arm he offered for you to hang on. Jarvis walked behind you with a keen eye on your surroundings.

After you had bought the vast majority of your supplies and replenished your stocks of potions items for Tony, Jarvis took you to Blossoms and Blurbs to buy this year's books.

"Good morning! Hogwarts, third and first year books, please." You heard Jarvis tell the clerk who approached you three. Tony nodded his head signaling you to feel free to walk around the bookstore in the meantime, and that is exactly what you did.

You found many interesting books in the place as you walked among the shelves. One in particular caught your attention, as there seemed to be little miniature magical creatures trying to jump out of the cover, and you grabbed it on a table, watching the item carefully.

You smiled when an ink dragon jumped into your hand, moving your head as if you were looking around. Distracted by the book, you let out a low exclamation when someone bumped into you.

"Sorry, kid." You heard a female voice speak in a humorous tone. It is a girl taller than you, short red hair. "I ended up tripping over some of those runner books."

"It's okay." You said with a smile. The girl looked at the one book in your hands for a moment.

"Do you enjoy creature tracts?" She asks casually as she reaches for a book on the bookshelf beside her.

"I don't know yet." You say and she looks at you slightly confused, "I never studied."

"Ah, first-year." She understands and you nod in agreement. "Hogwarts too or some other?"

"Hogwarts."

"Cool, I guess I'll see you there then." She says. "I'm from Slytherin, third year."

You let out a surprised exclamation.

"Maybe you know my brother." You say and the girl takes her gaze from the books in her hand she was checking to look at you with her eyebrow raised in curiosity. "His name is Tony Stark, he's also from your house."

The girl lets out a short laugh.

"I can't believe you are Stark's sister." She says. "We're not exactly friends, but I've seen him around the dorm several times. And your brother is a pain in the ass, by the way."

You laugh lightly, agreeing.

"I am Natasha Romanoff." She introduces herself next, balancing her books in one hand to greet you. You introduce yourself with a gentle smile. "Good luck with your books." She says before turning away.

You think it's cool that you already know someone besides your brother before you start at Hogwarts.

//-//

Buying your wand is a rather strange experience.

Mr. Ollivander has a glint in his eye as if he knows everyone's secrets, and seems to disappear and reappear in his store very easily.

Tony sat on one of the stools while he waited for you, and Jarvis went to buy something for you two to eat.

After trying almost five wands, and exploding a glass vase when he tried the last one, Mr. Ollivander sighed.

"Sorry, I don't know why it's not working." You asked feeling nervous, but he smiled.

"Don't worry, dear." He said. "Difficult customers are so much fun."

He walked back in between the shelves after that, and then reappeared with three new packages.

"I remember when Howard Stark bought his wand." He told smiling nostalgically as you opened one of the packages, a black wand in front of you. "Phoenix, Cedar, slightly flexible."

"Dad has changed wands thousands of times." Added Tony wryly, but Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to mind.

The wand you tested let out a faint spark when you tried to cast a simple conjuration spell, and the man in front of you was quick to take it from your hand the next second.

"I think I have a better idea." He announced turning around, and then climbed the ladder supported by the wall, picking up a package at the top.

"Try this one dear." He asked handing you a dark wand, the wood was shiny, a color you didn't know exactly what it was, but it was beautiful.

When you grabbed the item, you felt a tingling sensation spread throughout your hand, and the wand vibrated slightly for a few seconds, causing Ollivander to let out a noise of excitement.

"You see, I knew I would find an owner for you dear." He spoke and you realized that he was speaking with the item in your hands. Soon he turned his gaze back to you. "Take good care of this one, will you, it was quite difficult to get dark elf blood for the core."

"R-right." You said with a slight frown, not quite sure what to make of that information.

Tony laughed lightly at the interaction, he should be used to Mr. Ollivander's eccentric manner by now, since he kept breaking his wands just like your father and often returned to the store to get a new one.

After paying, you and Tony met Jarvis outside, he was carrying some sweet rolls.

//-//

July ended too quickly for your happiness. You were very eager to go to school.

You spent most of August at home, playing quidditch with Tony in the backyard, curiously reading the magic books you bought, and trying to peek into the basement where your father worked, but he always caught you looking and smiled, asking you to go back to your room.

You would like your father to take you to the station, but he said he had a magic conference in September, and would be traveling for the next few weeks. Tony was upset, but he put his arm around your shoulders and asked you to hurry to get your bags.

When you finally got to the station, you were slightly nervous about going through a wall, but Tony laughed, and showed you how to go first.

You hugged Jarvis good-bye before following your brother along the way.

Tony dragged you across the train cars to the first empty cabin he could find. He commented that it would be nice if you made your own friends, but that he would like you to sit with him.

So here you were, sitting with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, Tony's best friends since the first year. The boys smiled encouragingly at you. You already knew them, because Tony kept inviting them to spend holidays with him all the time.

"Hey, Y/N, how was your vacation?" Steve asked as soon as you sat down next to him. You shrugged, saying that it was nice, but that you were looking forward to attending Hogwarts.

Soon the boys started talking about what they were excited about next year, and you did your best to keep up, not knowing exactly who the people they mentioned were, or knowing the classes they talked about.

Many minutes after the train was moving, a girl opened the cabin door.

"Hey, strangers." She greeted with a smile.

"Hi Peggy." Steve said with a smile, you frowned at the slight scowl on your brother's face.

"They're calling for us in the prefects compartment, Steve." She warned and Steve nodded, getting up. He and the girl then left, and Tony crossed his arms.

"What's wrong?" You asked noticing his posture and the way Bucky had a little smile on his face.

"It's nothing." Grumbled your brother, and as he turned his face to the window, Bucky who was standing in front of you, whispered to you.

"Tony thinks Peggy likes Steve." He recounted. "So he doesn't like Peggy very much."

"Oh." You said, pretending to understand the whole plot. It didn't make much sense to you because everyone couldn't be friends, but you figured that when you were your brother's age you would understand better.

//-//

The Hogwarts Express only stopped at night.

Properly uniformed, you smiled when your brother patted you on the shoulder, telling you that he would meet you at the castle, since the first-year students had to go by boat.

Your hands were sweating a little as you walked up to the extraordinarily tall man who introduced himself as Drax.

"First-year students, please, six in each boat." He shouted to the crowd, and the students moved closer together.

You sat in one of the first little boats, five other children you didn't know surrounding you.

"I'm so excited." A blonde girl commented cheerfully, waving her hands. She smiled at everyone as she introduced herself as "Harley Quinn".

"I bet you''ll blow something up once we get there, Harley" Added a redheaded girl sitting next to you, you could tell by her tone that they were probably friends. The blonde, Harley, laughed.

"Shut up, Ivy." She said, and then Drax was back, climbing into one of the boats beside her. He checked the boats one last time, then waved his hand, and the transports began to move.

Everyone, including you, let out a chorus of excitement.

When you noticed the castle, you smiled. It was huge, and just as amazing as Tony used to tell you.

"Wow, it must be amazing to fly over all that." You quietly observed, and the girl next to you turned her head in your direction, smiling.

"Do you like flying?" She asked, and you nodded. She looked at you for a moment and then held out her hand to greet you. "I am Diana. Diana Prince."

"Hi, Diana." You said introducing yourself next. "Do you also like to fly?"

"I love it." She says. "I hope i can make it onto the team."

"I don't know if the first-years have any chance, but I'll be rooting for you." You assure, and Diana smiles.

When the boats stop in the harbor, the students are all excited to get out and see the castle, but Drax's almost intimidating posture makes everyone properly behaved.

He leads the crowd to the staircase, and then there is a lobby. There is a woman waiting for everyone, her strict posture makes you think she is someone you wouldn't want to upset.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." She announces. "I am Professor Okoye, head of Gryffindor house."

The students exchange burbles next, but the teacher's gaze shuts them up almost immediately.

"As long as you are here, your houses will be like your families." She continues. "Your triumphs will earn you points, and if you break any rules, those points will be taken away."

She says, casting a disapproving glance at one of the students in the corner, who giggled. "In a few moments we will begin the sorting hat ceremony."

The teacher then turns around, heading toward a large bronze door, and talking to someone on the other side. You hear someone laughing near you, and you turn your head to the side in curiosity.

It was a blond boy, and he seemed to be enjoying himself as he balanced one of the gold cups he picked up from the surrounding shelves. You thought he would be in trouble if he knocked it over, and this seemed to be exactly the same opinion as the girl next to him, who was looking at him disapprovingly.

"Stop being an idiot, Peter, put that back." She complained and he laughed, shrugging.

"Gamora, you're a spoilsport you know." He retorted and when he put the cup back, it spun and fell to the floor, breaking into several pieces. The boy turned pale as Teacher Okoye turned her head in his direction.

You rolled your eyes, walking over to them.

"Reparo" You said drawing your wand as you pointed at the broken object. Some children let out impressed exclamations when they saw the bowl form again, but you just put your wand away in shame. It was no big deal. Okoye caught up with the three of you next, looking reproachfully at the boy.

"I expect better behavior during the ceremony, sir..."

"Quill"

"Mister Quill." She completed and took one last look at the boy that had with his head down before turning back to the front of the crowd again, waving for the students to follow her.

"Hey, that was pretty cool." Peter commented beside you as you walked. You shrugged, focusing on the path.

//-//

The sorting hat was something exceptional.

Tony never told you how the choice was made, and you knew it was only to annoy you. He had sometimes joked that the students faced each other in a duel, and even though you told him to shut up, you had a look at his spell book before you came.

The actual ceremony was much simpler, however.

When it was your turn to climb onto the small stool, you bit your lips, hoping that everything would go smoothly. Just as the old cloth of the hat fell over your eyes, blocking your view of the rest of the hall, you heard a voice in your head.

" Hello, dear, no need to be so nervous." Announced the hat gently. "You are a curious little thing, I see."

"Is that a good thing?" You thought, and the hat chuckled lightly.

"It might be." He said mysteriously. "Interesting what I see here. Very interesting."

"What are you seeing?"

"Your memories, dear."

"Oh." You thought, feeling slightly embarrassed. That seemed like an intrusion of your privacy. The hat laughed again, and you remembered that he was on your head.

"You're hard to sort out." He says, and you squeeze the stool. "Don't worry, I'm not going to send you home, that's not how it works."

"Oh, right."

Hat was silent a few moments.

"I see courage in your heart." He says and you try to remember the characteristics of the houses. "But that courage is well forged with your loyalty."

You swallow dryly, feeling your anxiety rising. This was definitely taking much longer than the people who went before you.

"You are as smart as your father and brother, both members of the Slytherin house." He says. "There's a willingness not to let them down."

"That's personal." You grumble feeling your cheeks flush, but the hat doesn't care to apologize for bringing up your insecurities.

"Ah, this is interesting here. A pure kindness, yet pruned in your origins of shallow paternal affection”.

You frown, not understanding what he is saying.

"You are quite adaptable child, it has always been one of your best virtues." The hat remarks, and you get the impression that the next part is only said for you. "Tell me, where would you like to stay?"

"Isn't that your job?" You retort in thought, and hear him laugh again. You rush to correct yourself, not wanting to be rude. "Sorry, hat. I don't really know. I'd like to stay where I fit in best."

"You would do well anywhere." He retorts, and you frown. "And that's pretty impressive, you know. I haven't met another hatstall since the last century."

You swallow dryly, not knowing if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I'll work hard, sir." You tell him. "I don't want people to think I'm a special witch just because of my family. That's something I'm sure, I don't know if it helps you choose."

Hat lets out a sigh of relief.

"Actually, that's exactly what I needed."

It takes a moment for him to speak again, and when he does, you feel your whole body shake.

"Hufflepuff"

//-//

Steve Rogers is the head boy of Hufflepuff and he celebrates excitedly when you sit down at the table next to him.

"That's so cool" He comments. "I'll be able to tease Tony all year about it."

After that, director Agatha Harkness, made the announcement of the beginning of the year. If her goal was to scare the students, she succeeded when she talked about the deadly dangers surrounding the forbidden forest and the punishments for the disobedient. Professor Strange interrupted her speech as he cleared his throat, awkwardly waving for Agatha to stop saying such things, and the woman giggled.

Dinner is delicious, and then you are following the crowd of students into the communal rooms.

"Butterbeer" Steve said to the portrait on the wall, and you blinked in surprise when the painting moved to the side, a door behind.

You sighed when you realized how cozy the Hufflepuff's common room was.

"Everyone please come in." Asked Steve in the center of the room, waving to the students who stayed behind. When everyone was around him, he smiled. "The dorms are divided by gender, but you can sleep wherever you feel most comfortable. I will only suggest that none of you try to sleep with the seventh graders, because they are scary." Steve joked making the crowd laugh lightly. "We have a supply of food in those lockers, just in case you feel like having a snack in the early morning, outside of the permitted hours for walking around the castle." He continues and stands thoughtfully for a few moments. "Most of the things you need to know are on the bulletin board on that wall, and you can also ask me anything you want. Your belongings have already been taken to the free beds, but if you want any help, you can organize among yourselves or just come talk to me."

Steve smiled as the crowd moved. You headed in the direction where he said the rooms were.

//-//

You let out a surprised exclamation as something landed on your head.

"Damn, sorry!" Asked an asian girl approaching you, and pulling the small being out of your hair as you entered the room. "Groot, I told you to behave yourself."

"I am groot." Grumbled the little creature. You looked at it wide-eyed, impressed.

"Wow, is that a tree?"

The girl laughed, putting the small creature sitting on her shoulder, sitting on the bed next to the one you identified as having your things.

"Yes and no." She said. "I found Groot in my garden over the vacations, and well, I don't know what he is exactly. But I think he was trying to make my mother's plants grow."

"He's really cute." You commented approaching with your finger extended. Groot smiled, accepting your touch.

"I am Mantis." Says the girl next and you smile at her as you introduce yourself. "We're going to be roommates."

"Yes, and so is Groot." You add as you take off your cape to throw on the bed that would be yours.

After eating so well at dinner, it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

You dream of glowing green eyes and a red light, but you don't recognize them or understand what it means, and when you wake up, you no longer remember.

//-//

Two weeks since you started at Hogwarts, you are used to how eccentric everything can be.

The classes weren't as difficult as you imagined, but that's probably because you've had contact with magic all your life and always had an easy time learning things. All the teachers were unique in their own way.

Professor Rocket, for example, taught Transfiguration and spent almost the entire period transfigured into a raccoon, even outside of class hours. He was temperamental and got irritated very easily when students talked too much in his class, so it was not recommended to do so.

There was also Professor Fury, who had an eye patch as a mandatory piece in his daily costume, and all the students spent more time trying to guess how this happened, than listening to his explanations of defense spells against the dark art.

Your astronomy class on Wednesdays was taught by Professor Odin, who like to claim that he was a descendant of the Olympian gods, but no one believed him. He was also the father of two of your classmates, Thor and Loki Odinson, who were the exact opposite of each other. While Thor was warm and friendly, Loki was cold and reclusive, plus the former was from Gryffindor and the other from Slytherin. Surprisingly, you liked them both.

You ended up meeting the head of your house only on the second day.

Professor Heimdall taught Divination, so you wouldn't have any classes with him until the third year.You bumped into him when you were late for fifth period and had to run to the common room for your Potions books, and almost fell on the floor when you turned the corner without looking and the professor was there. He prevented you from falling with a wave of his wand, smiling gently.

" Forgive me." You said clumsily, feeling slightly intimidated by the yellow irises as the magic set you on your feet properly, as well as catching your books in the air and placing them in your hands again.

"Be careful with the castle corridors, Miss Stark." Said the man, and for some reason, you thought he wasn't just talking about this little incident.

"Professor Heimdall, let's talk in a private place, please." Asked Professor Okoye, who was standing at his side, she looked at you with a certain disapproval, and you couldn't tell whether it was because of your intrusion, or the fact that your tie was hanging loosely around your neck, in addition to the open buttons on your shirt.

After this little incident, you asked Steve who Professor Heimdall was, and he explained that he was the head of Hufflepuff, and might seem intimidating at first glance, but that he was very kind.

But so far, the professor who has intrigued you the most was Professor Erik Lehnsherr, who taught Potions. He didn't say anything that wasn't related to the subject, didn't make any comments about behavior or events at school. And he had such a stern and mysterious look in his eyes that no student had the courage to ask him anything. You heard Peter Quill make a bet with Thor Odinson that Professor Erik was unable to smile because of some particular sorcery, but you thought it best not to laugh, especially since Mr. Lehnsherr was looking at your direction.

When you had your first Potions period with Slytherin, after herbology professor T'Challa needed to reschedule classes for an appointment, you were surprised to discover that professor Lehnsherr had children.

Gamora ended up on the same bench as you, and she was talking to her sister, Nebula, about an incident that occurred in their dormitory.

"Clearly, the professors' children have an easy time getting away with punishment." Nebula bitterly remarked, and you frowned in confusion.

"I don't think it was the girl's fault." Gamora retorted as she put the ingredients into her cauldron. She looked at you quickly, realizing that you were listening to the conversation, but she didn't scold you, she just kept stirring the mixture.

"What happened?" you asked next, and Nebula looked at you with mild irritation. She seemed about to tell you to mind your own business, but Gamora smiled, moving closer to whisper to you.

"A girl lost her temper in the Slytherin dorm bathrooms last night." She told. "She's a second year, her name is Wanda Maximoff. She and her brother are Professor Lehnsherr's kids, and everyone is saying that she didn't go to detention because of it."

Your jaw dropped, impressed.

"I can't believe Magneto has children." You said making Gamora and Nebula laugh at the nickname. Last week you found out that the school had been calling Erik that since he stopped the hall chandelier from falling on the teachers' desk two years ago when he used non-verbal magic to attract the metal, and everyone started calling him that behind his back. Tony told you and you liked the story.

"I know right, he seems so self-contained." Gamora remarked looking back briefly. Professor Erik was focused on his own potions book.

"That noisy kid from Gryffindor said he's married." Nebula added next and Gamora laughed lightly.

"Peter Quill?"

"Yes."

"Wow, that's surprising." Says the girl. You both return to stirring your cauldrons in silence after that little conversation.

When you have finished your mixing, Professor Erik gives Hufflepuff five points for your good work, and you smile with red cheeks.

"You're nice." Nebula suddenly said beside you as you were leaving the room. Gamora stood next to her. "Do you want to walk around with us?"

"We're already walking." You joked and Gamora laughed unlike her sister who grimaced.

"Yep, definitely cool." She added. "Do you want to have lunch with us?"

"At your table or mine?"

Gamora and Nebula exchanged glances.

"I'm not sitting with Hufflepuff." Nebula declared and you sighed, rolling your eyes.

"You know I'm from Hufflepuff, right?"

"I'm reconsidering the invitation." She retorted and you frowned, but Gamora smiled at you.

"Will you sit with us, please?"

You sighed, nodding in agreement. You could talk to Tony after all.

//-//

Lunch at the Slytherin table became an everyday thing after that day. It took two weeks for Mantis to start joining you, and then you realized that you had a small group of friends now.

At Christmas, neither you nor Tony came home, because your father was working and you didn't want to be alone in the Stark mansion. You ended up turning down Tony's invitation to spend Christmas with Steve Rogers and his family, because you weren't really friends with Steve. Tony insisted, not wanting you to be alone, but you assured him that you would be fine in the company of your friends, and that he needn't worry.

On Christmas morning, Groot woke you up by jumping on your face. You laughed lightly because he was so small that he was like a tickle, and stood up as you returned the little creature to Mantis' bedside table.

A few hours later, as you were opening your presents at the Slytherin table along with Gamora, Nebula, Mantis, and Peter Quill, who had also stayed at Hogwarts for the end of the year, you let out an excited exclamation.

"I can' believe it." You spoke, opening the package in front of you. It was a large box, it was bewitched and only revealed the actual wrapping once you tore the paper off. It was actually a broom.

"Wow, that's cool." Peter remarked as he looked at your present.

That's how you ended up in the middle of the snow, testing your new broom while your friends cheered and celebrated below you.

"Are you sure you can fly?" You asked Peter as soon as he asked you if he could ride. He shrugged, smiling.

You and the girls watched as he controlled the broom for a few feet above the ground, and then he overspeeded it and sped away.

You all ran into his direction, while the broom seemed almost annoyed at his lack of control, and knocked him into a tree. Peter fell between the branches, onto someone who was resting under it.

When you all reached him, you frowned when there was a boy pushing Quill.

"Watch it, dude!" Warned the boy, but before you could say anything, Gamora was already stepping forward, wand in hand.

"It was just an accident." She said and the boy looked at her surprised with her wand outstretched. He crossed his arms however, not looking scared.

"Oh, you're going to spell me now, are you?" He teased.

"Piss off, Maximoff." Warned Nebula next, taking a step beside her sister. So this was Pietro Maximoff. You figured that confidence should come from being the son of one of the professors.

"I suggest you leave my brother alone." Warned a voice behind you. You turned next, only to catch sight of a girl with brown hair, green eyes that glittered with anger.

Gamora clenched her jaw, and Nebula drew her own wand toward the girl, who also had her wand in her hands.

You sighed, raising your hands as you stood in the line of fire.

"Would everyone please calm down?" You asked. "It was just a misunderstanding, and the broom is mine anyway, no need to fight about it."

It takes a moment, but Gamora puts down her wand, and everyone follows her after that. She has an insinuating smile on her face.

"You really are a Hufflepuff, aren't you Stark?" She teases, and you laugh sheepishly, putting your hands in your pockets. "Come on Quill."

Gamora warns and the boy shoots Pietro an ugly look as he leaves. You accept your broom that he hands to you, and turn around, your gaze meeting that of the girl who is supposed to be Wanda Maximoff for a moment. You feel your face heat up at the intensity of the angry look, and you look away, following your friends.

//-//

The months went by quickly as the rest of the school year passed. You managed to do very well on the exams, and didn't get involved in any near-fights again.

When the year ended and the Hufflepuff didn't win the House Cup, you thought you should have been more upset, but you didn't mind having Gamora and Nebula celebrating beside you, laughing and hugging you excitedly.

You also didn't understand why you felt your stomach turn when you caught Wanda Maximoff smiling amidst the Slytherin celebration when you looked around.

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years ago

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WAAAH I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE REQUEST TT^TT TO THE ANON WHO WISHED FOR THE TERU X READER, ANGST TO FLUFF, HERE IT ISS;; I'M SO SORRY;;;;;

teru minamoto x gn!reader

a/n: thank you so much for being patient and understanding, though I’m still so sorry for how long this took;;!! It really does mean a lot, so truly- thank you for that, and for the encouragement <3! But!! Of course, I’m a bit of a sucker for angst to fluff, tho I don’t write it too often, so I hope it turns out alright! Thank you so much for requesting, and for your encouragement!!! <3 <333

warnings: self deprecating thoughts..?

word count: 1,848

Your eyes drifted around the room. Person to person, conversation to conversations. Yet, you sat at your desk, lunch in front of you, completely alone. You had a boyfriend, yes, but you didn’t even know where on earth he could be… no, he usually sat with you during lunch. However, today he walked up to you, announcing that he had to attend to something during lunch. He asked if you could eat your lunch without him today, and… well, who were you to say no?

The bell rang, and your lunch remained barely touched. You were sure you wouldn’t have been so dramatic normally- however, it felt as if Teru was practically avoiding you at this point. In fact, it almost felt like he was ditching you for someone else. The thought was enough to make you feel nauseous- both because of it being unpleasant, and because you felt bad for simply thinking it. Teru was a good person. You wouldn’t have fallen for him if he wasn’t. Still, he was only human… and, in your head, there were many other humans out there much more fit for Teru. She was one of them.

Her hair flowed alongside her. Her skin was practically flawless. Her teeth weren’t crooked, and her smile was… frankly, flawless. Good grades, good body, good personality. A lovely match for the prince of the school. A princess suited just for him.

Yet, he seemed to stick with the… well- what was the opposite of a princess? A… troll? You did suppose that, compared to someone like that, a troll was a fair enough comparison. Nothing but a creature in the face of such beauty.

The worst part, you were sure, was the fact that Teru did spend time with her. In fact, you were confident that she “needed him” for something during lunch, causing him to miss out on yet another thing. As if grabbing his attention after school during club activities wasn’t enough. As if going to him constantly to ask for help on things you were positive she was perfectly good at. Her grades were nearly as good as his… was it because he helped her? In that case, why were your grades still lower…? Teru helped you study plenty of times- and, while your grades did get better, you were sure you couldn’t get all 99s and 100s. It was impossible for someone who couldn’t be any form of royalty.

You leaned over, placing your lunch back into the box, then shoving the box into your bookbag. Once you sat up, the classroom door was pushed open- as it usually was. It was right after lunch, after all. However, when you saw two familiar people step in, you began to wish that the door never opened. If only it had been locked- if only someone got distracted. If only you looked down just a bit longer. But, it was done- there was no going back, no need to go back, on such a tiny detail.

In stepped the “Princess”, the “Prince” following her- he even held the door open. It was a basic act of chivalry, yes, but the lack of it around you only made him that much more like a prince… Yes, he wasn’t kind to just you. He treated everyone with kindness, as a normal person should. That little act shouldn’t have made you feel that twinge of jealousy- of doubt- spark in your mind.

“(Y/N), were you able to enjoy lunch?” Teru asked, taking a seat next to you. At least he was still acknowledging you.

“Mmh… I’m not really hungry, haha.”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, concern crossing onto his beautiful features.

“Are you feeling alright? I don’t want you to wind up hungry later…”

Of course, the concern on his face was no longer in your direction- his expression changing slightly as the unfortunately familiar girl called his name. Though she spoke to him, his eyes drifted in your direction several times.

“Teru, I was wondering if you could let me borrow your notes from second hour? The teacher was speaking so fast, ahaha~. I don’t know how you keep up, really!”

“Oh? Of course, I don’t mind. If you’d please return them when you’re done though,” Teru spoke, grabbing a notebook from his bag, then handing them to her. He’d surely let you borrow his notes too, so… she wasn’t special. Though it was a bit surprising that someone that bright couldn’t keep up with the teacher’s far-too-fast method of teaching. When you opened your mouth to make a comment you already knew you shouldn’t, the teacher entered, as if prompting you to keep your emotions in check.

The rest of the day passed nearly the same as the first half did. Teru’s attention constantly elsewhere, though he did seem to at least try to keep it on you. Hey, you were used to that much… everyone wanted his attention. You couldn’t be the one to deny them of it. Yes, it was normal. That’s what you told yourself, as you stepped into the hallway, making your way towards the student council room. Finally, you’d have a chance to be with Teru, no one out to beg for his attention. Well- Akane would be there, but- honestly, you were plainly aware of his… distaste towards your boyfriend. Really, you didn’t mind it. At least it was someone not trying to take any attention you got at school away from you.

“Yeah! With the way that girl seems to be all over him! I think they’re dating?”

“No, no, isn’t he dating (Y/N)?”

“I think he was? But, he doesn’t really seem to spend as much time with her, you know.”

You shut your locker, the sound echoing much louder than you thought you intended. The conversation ceased, as the two engaged in it glanced in your direction, one muttering some profanity under their breath. Still, you picked up your bag, not wanting to drag two strangers into your personal business. All you had to do was establish that you were the one dating Teru, right? And the first step was… making sure Teru still wanted to date. Despite how you tried to calm and reassure yourself as your legs carried you quickly to the school council room, you could feel a mix of frustration, fear, sadness, and insecurity bubbling up in your stomach. Why was he spending so much time with her? Was she better than you? Did he like her more than you? Of course, how could someone like him choose you…? If you were in his shoes, you were sure you’d pick the other girl…

Soon, you stood in front of the room. Though you reached for the doorknob confidently at first, you froze once your hand was about to rest on it. Nerves were practically eating at you, your heart racing so quickly that you felt dizzy. Heck- when was the last time you were this nervous? When was the last time your emotions ran this rampant?

Gathering your emotions as best as you could, you opened the door.

“(Y/N), good afternoon,” Teru greeted, giving you his usual, sweet smile. Did he smile at the other girl like that?

You didn’t want to lose that smile…

“Teru,” You muttered, voice cracking a bit as tears finally filled your eyes. Instantly, those smiling eyes of his were filled with concern. He was so easily concerned for you. Did he worry for her that easily?

“(Y/N)? What happened-? What’s wrong?” He questioned, standing up and rushing over towards you. Once you noticed that Akane hadn’t arrived yet, Teru reached behind you, one arm resting on your shoulder as he locked any potential intruders out. He knew you wouldn’t want anyone to bother you, if something was upsetting you enough to cry like this in front of him.

“Teru, do you still want to be with me?”

“What? (Y/N), of course-” “Be honest, Teru. If you don’t wanna, then don’t lie to me, please. I understand. I’m not as pretty as her- and I’m not as smart, I know. And she’s popular, like you. And she can talk to people easily, and she’s fit, and thin, and she’s got a pretty, normal smile… a-and I know I’m nothing like her, so I understand. She and I are complete opposites, Teru, so I’m positive she’s more your type.”

“(Y/N), calm down,” Teru spoke, both of his hands now resting on your shoulders, thumbs moving comfortingly. “I don’t know who you’re talking about, but I assure you-”

“You’ve been skipping on things we’ve done since we became friends to spend time with her, Teru. Just today, the two of you spent time together during lunch-”

“Her? (Y/N), darling, you’re joking.”

Your eyes filled further with tears, as you shook your head in frustration. “I’m not joking, Teru!”

“(Y/N), please, sweetheart. Calm down, let me explain, alright? Here, let’s sit down?”

Teru led you to a chair, sitting you in it carefully, then crouching next to you, his hands holding both of yours.

“She’s just trying to get some extracurricular things done, relating to her education. Yes, when she needs help, which I’ll admit has been frequently lately, I told her to go to me. I wasn’t expecting her to need this much help, but I didn’t want to go back on my word. Here, if you’d like, I’ll explain to her that I’m a bit too busy to help all the time. I’ll get Akane to step in a bit, is that alright?”

You sniffled, thinking about what he said. Still, as you processed it, you nodded. Poor Akane indeed, but… you felt slightly relieved.

“Next, you know you’re more my type than anyone, (Y/N). Really, sweetie, I only show her basic human kindness. Even when she gets irritating… with you, I never feel annoyed or irritated. Plus, I can actually express how I feel around you- listen, would I admit to anyone else that I find one of our classmates annoying at times?”

“I’m sure you’d tell anyone how you felt about Akane,” You joked lightheartedly, laughing to yourself. Teru’s slight smile grew to a grin, as he closed his eyes.

“Mmm, maybe? But he’s a different story. Still, I love you, (Y/N). You’re plenty smart- and, if you don’t think so, then who cares? Your lack of confidence in yourself means I get to help you study- and you always end up doing just fine. You’re more than plenty gorgeous- I love everything about you. Your smile, your hair, your skin, your body type, anything and everything. You’re perfect, (Y/N). Perfect for the world, and absolutely perfect for me.”

This time, when you felt your eyes get watery, they weren’t tears of sadness or worry. When you hugged Teru, sniffling lightly once again, he could feel you smile against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for assuming things, Teru-”

“Ah-ah. No need to apologize, (Y/N). Really, you have no reason to apologize… you’re fine, darling.”

#x reader #gn!reader #anon #x gn!reader #tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #teru minamoto #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader #teru minamoto x reader #oneshot

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maximoff-pan · 3 years ago

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carnival fun | steve rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: You, Steve, and Bucky hang out at an annual Brooklyn carnival and Steve tries to win you over with a token of his affections, but it doesn’t go exactly as planned (queue the teddy bear :)) - btw this is set in the 1940s so y’all get some 40s pre-serum steve

Word Count: 900+

Prompt: Winning a teddy for the other (flufftober day 1)

A/n: I feel like this is some of my worst writing and I know this should’ve been the first flufftober post based on the days listed, (I’m sorry haha) but for some reason, I had a really hard time writing this one. I’m just not as comfortable writing Steve’s character as I am writing many of the others I write for, and sometimes I feel like I just can’t get his characterization down. So that’s probably why it’s a little short, but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless!

find the flufftober masterlist here

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Your eyes dart widely at all the attractions before you, your body gliding through the crowd of people. Moving swiftly, picking up the pace a little, you spot Bucky and Steve standing in the distance.

You watch as Steve catches a glance of you, his right arm shooting into the air to wave you over. Your smile only grows as you get closer, finally reaching your best friends.

Bucky is leaning against a food stand, cotton candy gripped tightly in his hand. He scowls as you swipe a piece of the glorified pink sugar and pop it into your mouth. “Nice of you to finally join us.” He jokes with a hint of annoyance…..but it’s a hint that Bucky would never admit is there.

“Of course!” Your face beams with mischief. “Couldn’t leave my two favourite people hanging, now could I?”

Steve’s lips turn up in amusement, watching as Bucky swats your hand away from going for more of his cotton candy. “Ah ah ah.” He chides. “Paws off doll.”

Groaning, you pout at him. “Come on Buck! It’s only a little.”

He shakes his head dismissively, but this time his face wears a smirk. “If you want some so badly, Steve here will buy it for you.”

“S’right,” the blonde chimes. “We can head over to the stand and pick some up!”

That’s the first time you’ve heard Steve speak today, and it causes your chest to flutter. He’s always been so considerate, albeit a little unable to discern Bucky’s sarcasm at times.

“We’re only kidding Stevie. You don’t have to do that. Besides, if anyone owes me, it’s Buck, what with me talking him up to all those cute birds he’s after.”

Bucky let’s out a cough and something that sounds along the lines of ‘yeah right,’ only furthering your amusement.

“But I want to.” He says with a gentle smile, instinctively reaching for your hand. And as soon as he’s done it, he pulls his hand back, ducking his head, feeling his cheeks warm.

He mumbles out a quiet apology and you send him a soft smile as your eyes meet, wordlessly telling him that it’s okay. You reach for his hand again, gently pulling him towards the cotton candy stand.

With you slightly in front, Steve gets to simply watch you. Your face is lit up by the vibrancy around you, the laughter of children echoing in his ears. Suddenly, Steve is very aware of the feeling of your hand grasping his, it sending sparks throughout him. He begins to let his mind wander, is this what it would be like to be yours? To be more than just best friends?

“That’ll be twenty five cents.” Steve’s thoughts are interrupted when you nudge his arm and point towards the man at the stand.

“Sorry.” He coughs, slipping his hand into his pocket to retrieve the money.

“S’alright.” The man responds, taking the coins from Steve. “Here you are young lady!”

“Thank you sir.” You nod your head with a bright smile. With your cotton candy in one hand, and Steve’s hand in the other, you tug him towards another stand.

“Here.” You pass him the treat as you make your way to the stand.

Steve doesn’t know whether to follow you or not, so he chooses to stand where he is, watching you from a slight distance. “What are you doing?” He calls.

You throw your head back to reply, “Wait there. You’ll see!”

But Steve quickly realizes that he can’t see, the bodies of several others blocking his eyeline. He stares at the cotton candy for a moment, taking a piece of it and letting it melt in his mouth.

He allows his thoughts to drift back to you, the sounds around him becoming like radio static. What could you possibly be doing? And why isn’t he allowed to see it?

He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing there, and he almost doesn’t care to know. But within what feels like a few minutes, you come pushing through the crowd with something plush in your arms.

“A teddy bear?” Steve laughs.

“Mhm.” You hum. “I won it for you!”

“For me?” He questions in slight shock.

You send him a quizzical look, tilting your head to the right. “Yes you,” you pause for a moment, “who else would it be for?”

Steve ponders it for a second and shrugs when he can’t find a good enough answer. “Why me?”

“Because I love you.” You say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And in your defence, it’s not like you don’t tell him and Bucky that almost everyday. “And as a thank you for the cotton candy.”

With less hesitance from before, now holding the stuffed bear in his left arm, he reaches for your hand, grasping it lightly. You turn your head up to smile at him and he smiles back, both your hearts racing with sheer delight.

“You know I love you too right?” Steve asks. “Even if I don’t say it as often as I should.”

You lean into him further. “I know.” You respond, your voice sweet and soft. “You may not tell me everyday, but you do show me.”

A silence falls between you as you keep walking hand in hand. But it’s not uncomfortable. It’s a silence that feels like a warm blanket, it feels safe.

And as Bucky dances with a girl he’s already forgotten the name of, he spots his two best friends happily together. Smiling he thinks with a hint of jealousy, that’s what love looks like. But it’s a hint Bucky would never admit is there.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers imagine #captain america x reader #avengers x reader #avengers x you #gias flufftober

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