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hangovercurse · 4 years ago

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Part i of the Without You series: When Colson and Megan break up, the boys count on Y/N to piece Colson back together, which only leads to disaster.

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Colson being kind of a dick, cursing, a little bit of aggression/ violence. This one’s definitely angsty.

A/N: This was supposed to be just a one part fic. Then that turned into 2 parts. And then 3. And then all of a sudden I had written 5 parts and over 10,000 words. Enjoy 😊 (also this is v unedited so if you see a mistake... mind ya business)

Word Count: 2084

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When you got the text from Rook, you knew it was probably gonna be bad.

Megan just left him, for good. Not gonna be pretty the next few days so maybe don’t come by anytime soon.

Your heart broke for your best friend. Colson had been really in love with Megan. And as much as you hated seeing them together for your own personal reasons, you could tell he was really happy.

Ok. Let me know if you guys need me. If it gets bad I can take Casie for a few days. Take care of him for me pls.

You and Colson had been friends for years now. You knew almost everything about each other, you told him everything. He let you crash at his place after your ex kicked you out, and you had spent many hours curled up with him, watching stupid movies to distract him from his most recent breakup or mental breakdown.

But this was different. Colson told you he wanted to marry her at some point, and you knew he wasn’t lying. And you couldn’t blame him. As much as you hated no longer being the only women (other than Casie) in his life, you couldn’t dislike Megan. She was just one of those people who everyone loved.

The thought of texting Colson crossed your mind, but you weren’t sure if it would hurt or help. From the sound of it, he was a wreck.

So, naturally, you texted Pete.

Have you talked to Cols yet?

With Colson came Pete, or came you, you weren’t really sure. Somewhere along the way you and Pete had become close friends. He was like the older brother you’d never asked for, and he would probably say something similar about you.

You couldn’t really explain it, Pete could read you like a book. And because of that, he knew everything. He was the only one to catch on to the way you sometimes looked at Colson for too long, or got irritated when he’d bring a new girl around.

I’m heading over there right now. You should talk to him.

You rolled your eyes.

Not sure that’s the best idea. You guys are better at handling... all that. Once he gets a little less angry then I’ll take him.

Pete texted you back a few minutes later.

Thanks for the support, kid. I’ll keep you updated. Just pulled in.

Good luck, Petey.

You tossed your phone on your bed, a sigh leaving your lips. You decided worrying was a problem for another day.

No more than 12 hours later you were getting a phone call from Rook.

“Dude it’s like 4 in the morning, why are you calling me.”

“Y/N, we’ve tried everything. He’s locked up in his room and every time one of us tries to talk to him he blows up. Literally he almost punched Slim a few hours ago.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, groaning at the predicament. “So now you want me to come over?” You asked, “What do you think I’m gonna be able to do?”

“Well he’s not gonna try and hit you for one. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but he’s significantly nicer to you than to anyone else.”

“What do I even say to him? “Sorry that the love of your life broke up with you but at least we can smoke pot and watch Spongebob?” I mean come on, man. I’m not good at this.”

“Please.” He pleaded, “We’re all out of options and I can’t stand to see him get any worse than he is.”

You moved off your bed and towards your dresser. “Fine, I’ll be there in 15.”

You threw on the first pair of sweatpants you could find and slipped on shoes, grabbing your key and heading out the door.

True to your word, you pulled up to the house 15 minutes later, parking on the side of the street and heading straight into the house. When the guys saw you, they visibly brightened up.

“You guys are such fucking wimps.” You rolled your eyes as you made your way towards the stairs.

Baze chuckled, “We love you Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes and continued on your way, stopping by Casie’s room to see if she was asleep. To your surprise, she wasn’t.

“Hey sweet girl,” you whispered as you entered her room, “why are you still up?”

She smiled a little when she saw you. “Couldn’t sleep. I’m really worried about Dad.”

You leaned on her doorframe, sending her a sad smile. “I am too. But he’ll be okay. Your dad’s pretty tough.”

“I know,” she sighed, “but he really liked Megan.”

“Did you?” You ask, trying to gauge her emotions.

“I mean, I guess so. She was nice to me. Most of his girlfriends aren’t that nice to me.”

“That’s a pretty shitty way to measure if you like someone or not.” She giggles at that. “Don’t tell your dad I said that word in front of you.”

“Ok. She was nice. And she made him happy so, yeah, I guess I liked her. Not as much as I like you but...” Casie’s voice got higher as she dragged out the last word and you just rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

Casie had this fantasy of you and Colson getting married one day, but you always told her it would never happen.

“Ok kiddo, whatever you say.” You teased her, “try and get some sleep, okay?”

She nodded with a smile. “Are you gonna go talk to Dad?”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later, okay? If you need to come over and talk or stay the night or anything just call me, okay?”

“Okay. Love you.” She said quietly.

“Love you too, Case.”

You shut the door to her room, moving down the hallway to Colson’s door. You took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare for what was about to happen, and knocked.

“I told you guys to go the fuck away.” A muffled yet angry voice said from the opposite side of the door.

“It’s me, Cols. Y/N.” You said, hoping he could hear you.

When you got no response you asked, “Can I come in?”

A few more seconds of silence followed, and then the lock clicked and the door opened. You stood face-to-face with your best friend. His hair was a mess, falling in his face. The bags under his eyes were darker than ever, and the frown he wore made him look even more pathetic. You felt your heart breaking.

As you met his eyes, you gave him a sad smile. “Hey Cols.”

Instead of responding, he wrapped his arms around you, leaning down and resting his head on your shoulder. You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair.

He started walking backwards, pulling you with him as he continued to hug you. One of his hands pushed the door shut and he sat on his bed, finally letting go of you.

You looked down at him, grabbing his hand and holding it in your own. It was something you had done before, you two were very touchy people and so half of your friendship was just you two cuddling or play fighting or holding hands.

“So we can do one of three things,” you started, “We can talk about it, we can cuddle and watch something stupid and pretend nothing’s wrong, or we can get high and do something stupid.”

For the first time in what you would imagine to be all night, Colson smiled. it was a very small smile, but you took it.

He looked up at you through his eyelashes. “And by stupid you mean...”

You rolled your eyes, “I mean we can go set off bottle rockets in the backyard or try to jump off your roof and into the pool.”

“Oh damn. I was hoping you were gonna say you would suck my dick.”

Your eyes widened at his bluntness and the implication. You shoved his shoulder, “Colson! That’s gross!” You giggled, but his expression was unwaveringly serious.

“I’m being serious.” He deadpanned and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Colson what the fuck?” Your mind was spinning trying to figure out if he was joking.

You got your answer when he stood up, grabbing your waist and leaning over you. “I thought you’d want to...”

You took in a breath at the sudden proximity, trying to back away from him but his grip remaining firmly on your waist. “Colson, stop. Please. This isn’t funny.”

You could smell the alcohol on his breath and you had to keep reminding yourself of that fact. He’s drunk, and sad, and doesn’t know what he’s saying.

“I thought you’d want to, cause it’ll make me happy. And you’ll do anything to make me happy.” One of his hands reached up and grabbed your jaw, making sure you couldn’t look away.

“Colson you’re being a fucking weirdo, let me go.” You raised your voice. Your heart was racing at this point and the thoughts flowing around your head were not pretty.

You were always anxious for the day he’d figure you out. When he’d finally realize how you felt for him. But this was worse than anything you’d thought of.

“You’ll do anything to make me happy because you love me, right?”

You felt tears stinging in your eyes, wanting nothing more but to look away from his sinister expression. The way he was looking at you made it very clear that he was enjoying your discomfort, your embarrassment.

“Colso-”

He walked forwards, pushing you gently against the wall. His arms went to either side of you, his face inches from yours. You tried to look away, but his hand on your jaw forced you to face him.

Any other time you would have loved for Colson to pin you against his wall, but this was wrong.

“Just say it. Say you’re in love with me, and I’ll drop it.”

“Colson, what the fuck are you on right now?” You tried to steer the topic away from you, but he wouldn’t have it.

“Say it.”

You reached up to try and push his chest away from you, but he was much taller and stronger than you, so you did nothing.

“Just tell me!” He yelled at your silence. A tear slipped down your cheek as you trembled under him. His face was red and his eyes were watering.

“Why are you doing this?” You whispered. This all felt like a bad dream, like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

“Because I need to know if she was right.” His voice got a little quieter, but he still wouldn’t move away from you. “I need to know if the reason the love of my fucking life just left me is true.”

You were shaking, your breaths getting shorter. “What are you talking about.” Your words were choked. The grip on your jaw started to get a little too tight.

“I defended you!” He yelled, tears falling from his face. “She told me that you were in love with me and I defended you.”

“Colson you’re hurting me.” You whined, trying to wriggle your way out of his grasp. He ignored your statement and continued talking, but his grip loosened slightly.

“And then she told me that she thinks I’m in love with you.” His voice was getting darker. “And that’s why she left. So I want to make it very clear to you.” He paused, leaning closer to your ear. “I will never love you. Ever. Not now, not in a million lifetimes. You mean nothing to me.”

Your vision was blurry from your tears, so you blindly reached out to push him away from you. His body seemed to have given up, as he moved backwards out of your way, stumbling slightly. Through your tears you could make out a smug smile on the man before you ran out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

You ran down the stairs, the guys waiting for you to give them good news, but their hope turned to concern once they saw you. You walked straight past them towards the door, not trusting yourself to say anything without breaking completely.

As you reached for the door handle you heard a faint yell from upstairs, followed by loud banging, and then silence. You sniffled, turning the handle and leaving the house, much to the protest of your friends.

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spiltscribbles · 4 years ago

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Worth It

~Notes: Oof, I know I have so many prompts in my inbox and I appreciate them so much! But I wanted to write something after dinner in dedication and a gift to the lovely Remus-John-Lupin!!!!!!!<3<3<3 I love you RJ and I appreciate you and your friendship so fucking much, so this is just a strange little gift from me to you in thanks for how kind you’ve always been to me since I joined this crazy fandom, ILY and you’re my favorite slag!!!!

Sirius silently reminds himself that he in fact likes Lily, he thinks she’s a total knock out and is happy that his brother is finally getting to date the girl of his dreams. He likes her damn it,! And one does not commit battery to folks that they like.

Assured that his pure irritation won’t bleed through his words, Sirius tries again in his most charming of inflections. “All I want is his number.”

“No,” she repeats, casually steadfast while poking at her salad— Not even bothering to flick her gaze up at an increasingly irate Sirius.

“Why are you being so fucking difficult!”

“Why are you still bitching about this,” she counters, finally giving him her undivided attention, even if it’s her glaring at him like she’d like to skewer Sirius on a stick.

“Hey guys, let’s chill.” James tries to mediate, laughing awkwardly between the pair of them, hand raised in concession and glasses going a bit skewed.

They promptly ignore him.

“I like him. What is so difficult to understand Evans? Aren’t you like supposed to be some brainiac or some shit?”

“It’s been like two months Black,” she says pointedly, grip on her fork tightening while her mouth curls unpleasantly. “That’s way past your ordinary infatuations, so why the hell do you still even care.”

Sirius bares his teeth, pinning her with a glower that once made an old school yard bully of Regulus’s actually piss his pants. So of course Lily doesn’t even flinch. “He’s cute.”

“You’re a dog.”

“You’re being a total ass.”

“And you’re a bastard.”

“But you love me though.”

“Just barely.”

“So you’ll give me Remus’s number?”

“Dream on.” she says with a lofty sniff and haughty flip of the hair, discarding her barely eaten lunch before swaggering over to where a group of her friends from the STEM club are sat, including Alice Flores and Dorcas Meadowes.

“Guess you’re back to square one Pads.” James says, unhelpful as fuck, so Sirius only flips him off before snatching back his calculus homework from a pitiful looking Peter.

“Fuck this.”

Sirius thinks of himself as a reasonable sort of guy.

He isn’t one for holding grudges or obsessing over perceived slights. He’s brilliant whether he’s playing linebacker on the field or taking a exam in class.

For fuck’s sake, Sirius can be plumped down in any and all social situations without warning, and can have the room eating out the palm of his hand within the first five minutes.

In layman’s terms, he’s decent and driven and downright charismatic. Mix this all together, and well Sirius thinks he’s a pretty fantastic fucking package— if he does say so himself. He can have his pick of the lot, truly. Especially when walking down the halls flocked by his best friend turned second brother on one end and little Petey, who’s a great hype man, on the other. So its only poetic justice that the one person who’s been able to swallow up all his attention is the one person who doesn’t even give him a second glance most days.

And that’s fucking ridiculous.

This is ridiculous! He is fucking ridiculous! No, record scratch. Remus fucking Lupin is the most ridiculous part of this all!

Remus lupin with his delightfully disheveled hair the color of gold and his crooked grin that’s everything darling in the world, and his big doe eyes that sometimes flare with green specs when he’s especially passionate in class or when he’s chatting with Lily in the halls. Remus lupin who’s only just moved here to Murray Hill from a small town in southern Illinois and who toppled Sirius’s world upside-down while he was at it.

The first time they met was completely on accident.

It was the week before classes began, and Sirius had only just come back from his family trip to their villa in Rome, and he was only meant to meet James at the coffee shop that Lily was working at now. They were suppose to head to the city and go out drinking to celebrate the start of their senior year. Sirius was suppose to find a nice, college aged girl to fuck because he’s given up on the boring lot that infests Hogwarts these days. It was suppose to be easy and fun and he was suppose to stay stringless and unattached as ever.

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, Sirius walked into the Howling Moon and was met by the sight of the most lovely, most gorgeous boy he’s ever met. Hand to God, it felt like one of those slow motion moments in a Romantic Comedy when the disgruntled, wayward lead first sets their eyes on that love interest— the one to out shine all others, the one who turns everything inside out and makes it all glitter gold.

“Hey there,” Remus had grinned like the fucking sun, slipping the pen from his ear and hand poised over the cups lining the counter. “What can I get ya?”

“Oh, erm— Yeah. Just a caramel macchiato, iced.”Sirius’s ordinarily smooth baritone almost fucking cracked while ordering, and Remus’s beautiful eyes had glittered.

“Would’ve taken you for a dark roast sort of guy.” He said, and Sirius swears that it was playful and flirtatious and a little mischievous too.

Sirius was in love.

“I’ve been known to partake in sweets, you know, if they catch my eye,” he replied, eyes lingering meaningfully up and down Remus’s slighter frame.

“What a come on,” Remus had laughed, head thrown back to show off his long neck and Sirius was so fucking gobsmacked at how it quite literally sounded like all the most splendid instruments woven together.

He had ducked his head, so unordinary bashful but so beyond pleased. “What can I say beautiful, you bring it out of me.”

“”Cute.” Remus had chuckled, cheeks going a fetching red and scribbling down the order. “Definitely one of the more interesting one liners I’ve gotten today.”

Sirius ignored the flare of jealousy over that, considering that he hasn’t gotten to even kiss him yet, and he should probably take this slow if he doesn’t want to screw it up. “Has anyone of those bastards mentioned how your eyes put the brownies on sale to shame?”

“No one as hot as you if I’m being honest,” Remus retorted, ringing him up and sinking his teeth into his plump bottom lip. And fuck, Sirius knew he was in trouble from then on.

They had talked for over half an hour about nothing at all in that tiny bistro while Remus was busy exchanging the coffee pots for a fresh batch and rearranging the baked goods, and it was amazing.

Sirius has always been someone who couldn’t sit still, who had to be fluttering all over the place to feel like he was actually headed somewhere, like he was getting something finished. But for the first time in too long, just sitting there, still and silent and besotted while Remus chatted about his hometown and moving half way across the country and his eccentric mother— Well Sirius felt completely balanced, completely calm. He felt like just as long as Remus was their chatting with him and smiling in that beguiling way of his, that Sirius could actually breathe without pressure. Like he knew what it meant to have a center.

So of course, right when he decided that he was going to snatch him up— to ask him out on a date before anyone else from their shitty class filled with degenerates and dick heads could— Lily of all people had swaggered in, and gave him a caustic sort of glower that plainly said, keep the fuck away.

Ordinarily Sirius would’ve completely ignored her warning, would’ve unashamedly and excitedly chased after the cutest fucking boy he’s ever laid his eyes on with an absurd sort of zeal. But he under estimated just how much sway Lily was able to cater with Remus in the few weeks they worked with one another before he had met him. So instead of starting off the year with a brand new, insanely pretty boyfriend wrapped around one arm, Sirius has just spent the past nine weeks pining like a fucking love sick loser. Like he was starring in some cheesy John Hughes movie from the damn 80s!

And this will not do, this is not all right, not okay at all.

Sirius needs to figure out a way to get close to Remus, and outside of Lily’s overbearing claws. Something that only Remus likes, that Sirius can partake in to prove himself worthy.

As he promenades down the hall towards his free period, Sirius creates a mental check list of the things he knows Remus enjoys.

Remus enjoys poetry, and Sirius knows that he’s part of the school’s award winning Forensics team. But they meet during the football practices so Sirius couldn’t even try to impress him in that arena until the spring. He also knows that Remus likes history, that he’s going to end up majoring in classics in University, but Sirius really doubts his ability to memorize the Iliad in the matter of a few hours— He’s good, but not that good.

“Jesus fuck is this hard,” he mutters nastily to himself, tugging at the ends of his dark hair before ramming straight into a display outside the southern wing of their preparatory school’s building.

He winces, not so much for the throbbing in his toes, but because of Marlene’s snappish attitude when he makes it so that the table shakes.

“Keep your head out your ass Black,” she scolds before going back to filing her nails. And Sirius is about to snipe right back at her— That is until he catches on the bright poster adorned with small rainbows and the words, GSA FOOD DRIVE spelt out in large lettering.

And oh!

“Eureka!”

“Pardon?” Marlene asks, nose wrinkled indelicately as she eyes him like he’s about to puke on her brand new Doc Martens again like last weekend. Holy shit, she should really get over it by now.

But Sirius is smart enough and tactful enough not to mention his thoughts on the matter, only smiles down at her with pure elation. “Marls, what if I said I had a brilliant idea to help our lovely GSA.”

“I’d accuse you to only doing it to try and get in Lupin’s pants since he’s our new VP.”

Sirius grapples for his chest, feigning indignant. “You pain me my old friend.”

Marlene snorts. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“That’s neither here nor there.”

“So are your chances with Lupin.”

“You’re a sick fuck McKinnon.”

“What do you want from me you gnat.”

“Let me help with the fundraiser.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll tell Lily to get Meadowes to notice you?”

Marlene glares at him now. “We’ve been fucking for like a month you prick.”

“Oh— Erm, then for some of that good old Bi unity?”

Marlene suddenly looks so very shrewd and Sirius hates how every fucking woman in his life could eat him whole for breakfast. “Absolutely not.”

“Fine, what the fuck do you want.”

“You cover Fabian’s costs for the goods when we go to that rave for 2KBABY in January.”

“Eh, didn’t you guys use to fuck?”

“Yes. But I don’t see the connection?”

“He won’t even give you a discount on the good shit?”

“Oh he does,” she leers, blue eyes glinting wickedly in the hallway light. “But I’d rather see you pay full price for’m.”

Sirius glares down at her, and repeats himself. “You. Are. A. Sick. Fuck.”

Marlene just lies back in her seat and returns to manicuring her nails. “Well if cheekbones isn’t worth the bother?”

“Fine,” Sirius all but growls out. “But we do this my way.”

“Scout’s honor handsome,” she absolutely beams, and Sirius reminds himself that this is all for Remus and that’s worth it at the end of the day.

It’s a week later, right before Thanksgiving break hits, and Sirius is sat in front of the cafeteria, smirking at the line of mostly pink faced girls and a few others amongst their midst, who have all queued up in front of him. A dollar in each of their hands, though he does see that a few have fives and even tens or more, and he doesn’t know how to subtly tell them that all he’s promising is a quick peck of his lips, and absolutely no other groping— including of his legendary ass or admittedly perfect abs.

“You’re just really enjoying yourself, aren’t you.” James hisses besides him after the latest girl— a blonde sophomore who’s decked out in Lulu Lemon for their only non uniform day of the week— scurries off. “Just a ego trip.”

“Jealous Jamie darling?” Sirius boasts, tipping back on his chair while Marlene collects the cash from the next five in line so that they can clammer closer towards him.

“I can’t believe all of them want to kiss you,” Peter marvels, round eyes completely in aw.

“I can’t believe you think this is how to get Remus’s attention,” Lily interjects huffily, lips set in a moody pout while perched on James’s lap to Sirius’s left.

“I bet you would’ve been in line if you weren’t dating Jamie here.” Sirius counters, smug as all get out, and laughing when all Lily deigns as a adequate response is her middle finger.

Sirius is on cloud nine. He can’t believe he didn’t think of this sooner! Remus loves all this shit, from the club to the charity. This is perfect! This basically guarantees that he’ll finally get a good smooch on him. And once their lips finally touch, Remus will surely feel the swarm of butterflies in his gut just like in those Harleyquin romance novels his cousin Narcissa would always read with a dreamy look on her face during their various Family vacations.

“You’re not gonna get him this way.”

“He’s not gonna know what hit’m Evans,” Sirius retorts, completely self assured.

One should never bet against Lily Marie Evans.

Sirius knows this now. But he still hates it with the passion of a thousand burning suns.

By the end of the lunch hour, Sirius’s earned over sixty bucks to the GSA’s fundraiser fund, and absolutely zero potential boyfriends who look like golden angels and make Sirius’s knees weak.

“I told you,” Lily says in that sing-song sort of voice that is so not appreciated right now. “Remus is not the type to kiss you in front of a huge crowd and after like a bunch of others. That’s not his style.”

Sirius is moody as all get out, and he’s irritated that he’s just wasted five dozen perfectly fine kisses on folks who aren’t Remus, so he doesn’t bother to hide his irritation when he gripes back at her, “Then tell me what the fuck is his style.”

Miraculously, that actually proved enough to get Lily to slow down her stroll, and cock her head curiously at him. “You actually care.”

“What the fuck have I been trying to tell you Evans!” He nearly shouts.

“I just thought— You know. That it was a game.”

Sirius’s face goes stoney, and he juts his chin away from her. “It’s not always a fucking game, all right. It’s not a game with him— I like him. I like Remus.”

“Oh,” Lily says very quietly, her face pulled in a thousand different directions before settling on something akin to solemn. “You should go to the music room for your free period today.”

Sirius quirks a brow at her, frowning while he asks, “Why?”

“Just trust me S,” she says, reaching over her hand to squeeze his forearm.

Sirius watches her walk off, hand in hand with James, and he feels a strange twisting to his heart when he imagines a very similar image— only with him and Remus and punctuated by plenty of kisses to the cheek, and jawline and lips too.

The music room is towards the back of the school, in a separate building along with the theatre and main auditorium.

The early autumnal chill lashes against Sirius’s face while he makes the track to the room, continuously chanting to himself that he actually trusts Lily and this is gonna be worth it if there’s a merciful God up there.

Once Sirius clammers in doors, he rubs his cold hands together, and shakes out his hair.

The first thing he hears is the soft strumming of a guitar, and finds himself in front of the music room after following its melodic toon.

Through the window he can spot the form of Remus bent over the instrument, his thick curls getting in his eyes and his steady hands plucking a few chords as he sits cross legged atop the piano.

Sirius feels his heart lodging in his throat at the sight of him, so beautiful and perfect and warm looking in that scarlet sweater. And he knows in his bones that this is some sort of unspoken blessing that Lily’s given him, so with a deep breath, Sirius opens the door and strolls in.

Remus starts slightly, going flushed once his eyes catch on Sirius’s own.

“Oh Sirius,” he greets, the corners of his mouth tipping into a smile that doesn’t ring true. “You pulled away from the haram?”

“That’s a bit much? Calling them a haram,” Sirius says cooly, hitching up besides him and swinging his long legs. “I just did it to help you.”

“Oh— Yeah,” Remus nods. “The GSA appreciates all the help we can get.” His words are quiet, and he’s rinsing a hand through his curls, so Sirius can tell that he’s a bit nervous. And it’s impossibly cute, but also not on. He doubts that he’ll ever get his kiss if Remus won’t even look at him in the eyes.

Gingerly, Sirius sets the pad of his pointer finger beneath Remus’s chin, lifting his gaze upwards. “Not the GSA— Though I appreciate the club’s work and your part in that.”

“Oh,” Remus says again, lips pursed and his throat pulsing when he swallows down. “Then—“

“I did it for you Remus,” Sirius repeats heatedly. “I did it because I’ve been mad for you since ever meeting you in August, and I can’t get your fucking face or name or lips or ass out of my head. And I thought that if maybe I pulled a dumb stunt like that, you would actually kiss me along with the lot of those idiots who can’t even hold a candle to you.”

“M—My ass?” Remus questions, voice going pitchy and face bright with emotion.

Sirius laughs, booming and bombastic. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen Remus Lupin and it’s really obscene.”

Remus shoulder checks him, looking down and then back up through his lashes at Sirius and it’s a sight Sirius wish he can keep with him for the rest of his days.

“So you thought I’d want our first kiss to happen after you’ve just made out with half the school?”

Sirius grimaces, bending down so that their lips are only inches apart. “Listen, I can be a complete dumb ass on occasion.”

“Don’t forget arrogant.”

“Okay, fair.”

“And brash too.”

“Right.”

“Also you tend—“

Sirius places a soft hand over Remus’s supple lips, glaring teasingly at the other boy, who’s grinning like the cat who’s caught the canary, his eyes teeming with laughter.

Remus Lupin is going to be the death of him, Sirius knows it.

“Listen Lupin, I’d like a shred of self respect here, so I can actually muster up the courage to ask you out on a proper date already.”

Remus perks at that, so Sirius moves his grasp.

“You wanna ask me out?”

“Depends…. You wanna continue that little rant until I’m blue balled and gutless.”

“Hmm,” Remus inches closer, setting his hand over Sirius’s on the piano. “Nah, I think I’d rather do this.”

He leans forwards and Sirius barely has enough time to gather his bearings when he feels Remus’s mouth over his own and it’s literally every starlit promise and sugar burnt secret and sunlit afternoon all rolled into one. And Sirius feels his heart thud an uneven staccato when he grabs for either end of Remus’s waistline and plunges his tongue into his own and he lets himself get lost in the overwhelming feeling of it all.

#WOLFSTAR #REMUS LUPIN #SIRIUS BLACK #MARAUDERS #HARRY POTTER SERIES #💜rj💜#SPILT INK

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zackcollins · 4 years ago

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like my next boyfriend || brock boeser + elias pettersson

masterlist

Author’s Note: Hi! I know I’m supposed to be working on part 6 of the Tyson Jost series. But I needed a break from that for right now. Undertaking a month long writing project is a lot and it drains you, man. I just need a breather for a little while. I’ll get back to it soon. Don’t worry! (Literally as I say that, Love Wins comes on my fucking Spotify, EYE--) GIF credit to halvedhab!

Warnings: There is mentions and depictions of unfaithfulness in a relationship. If that bothers you, feel free to not read this. Other than that, I think everything is alright. Let me know if anything else needs a warning though. I’ll add anything anyone else feels needs one!

Word Count: 1.2k+

Translations: The first Swedish word means “son of a bitch”. The second one means “moron”. Of course, both of these are translated using Google, so take it with a grain of salt. This isn't exactly a translation. But for anyone that wants to know, Brock is saying "Pretty good battle" in the GIF I chose to use. Being able to read lips is fun :)

Title: Next Boyfriend by Lauren Alaina

Additional: Gender-neutral reader this time! I tried to be as non-descriptive as possible when referring to the reader’s appearance because me and one of my friends @matbaerzal did a survey and someone said they liked that. I also used they/them pronouns to refer to the reader because the survey said that most people who answered preferred that the reader be referred to that way. I hope that’s okay with everyone! And I hope you all enjoy this!! Feedback, reblogs, and likes are always greatly appreciated! <3

You went to bed on Saturday night not knowing if your fiance, Brock, would even be in the house on Sunday morning. He had been spending a lot of time with his best friend, Petey, recently. So much time that you were starting to wonder if the time was beginning to leak over into the realm of more than friendly. There had been rumours floating around the Vancouver Canucks organization that Brock and Petey were more than just friends but you never wanted to believe it. You wanted to believe that Brock loved you and only you. You were his fiance. That meant that he had no reason to go elsewhere. He loved you enough to want to dedicate himself to you for the rest of your lives. You wanted to believe that, you really did. And you were pretty sure that you did.

That was until that Sunday morning.

Brock hadn’t been in your bed. That was nothing unusual. He was rarely in bed anymore when you woke up. He usually got up a few hours earlier to let Milo and Coolie out and feed them. So, you didn’t panic when you slipped out of the bed and out into the hallway to go into the kitchen for some breakfast.

No, you panicked when you found Brock in the kitchen. He was making pancakes. That wasn't what made you panic. Brock often made you pancakes on Sunday mornings when he didn't have team activities to attend to. What made you panic was the fact that Petey was plastered against Brock's back, his hands around Brock's midsection. Petey was pressing kisses to Brock's clavicle and you thought you could hear him saying things softly in Swedish.

Without realizing it, your cellphone slipped from your hand. It hit the tiles and made a resounding echo in the room. Petey jumped backwards, looking in your direction with the guiltiest expression you had ever seen his face convey. Brock gingerly put down the spatula he had been holding before he dropped his shoulders and turned around. His face looked much the same as Petey's did.

You leaned against the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room, your eyes letting go of the tears you had been holding back. Petey looked at you sympathetically before he conked Brock on the back of the head, glaring wickedly at him.

"Jävel!" Petey sneered, hitting Brock on the back of the head again. "You told me that they knew!"

"I thought they did," Brock said, rubbing the back of his head as he looked at Petey. When he turned to look at you, he looked guilty and mouthed 'sorry'. He turned back to grab the spatula and flipped the pancakes, ignoring the way you whimpered in anguish.

"You… you 'thought?'" Petey blinked owlishly at the back of Brock's head. He ran a hand down his face, sighing. He looked over at you, sighing again and smiling sympathetically when you shook your head to indicate that you, in fact, didn't know about Brock's affair. "You mean to tell me that you did not actually use your words and tell your fiance that you were in a relationship with me as well? You just assumed that they could read your fucking mind?"

"I, uh… I… um," Brock stammered. He didn't look at either you or Petey, choosing instead to take the pancakes off the griddle and place them on the plate next to it. He grabbed the scoop from inside the bowl, scooping more batter onto the cooking surface. He sighed as he put the scoop back. "I guess it sounds stupid when you say it out loud. But, yeah. That's what I did."

“Brock, wh… why?” You asked, your voice absolutely shattered from how devastated you were and how hard you had been crying. You saw Brock’s shoulders sink and you heard him sigh. He ran a hand down his face as he held the spatula against the edge of the counter. You tried to take a steadying breath but all that came out was something that was halfway between a whimper and a hiccup. “Why would you do this to me? You know how much I love you. I thought you loved me too!”

Petey walked across the room to stand beside you. When he offered his embrace, you accepted because he wasn’t the one you were mad at. The way he and Brock were acting made it genuinely seem like Brock lied to him about you knowing about their affair. And you knew how naive Petey was in the first place so you couldn’t hold it against him if he genuinely thought it was okay for him to have the relationship with your fiance.

As you cried into Petey’s embrace, Brock remained silent. You cried harder and more violently the longer he went without answering your question. Petey seemed to notice because he sighed and ran his hand along your back.

“Brock, answer their damn question,” Petey said with exasperation. “You are making things worse by staying quiet. You realize that, do you not, dumhuvud?"

"I'm afraid my answer is gonna upset them," Brock said so quietly that you barely heard him.

You stepped back from Petey, looking at Brock. He still hadn't turned around so you couldn't tell what his facial expression was or get an accurate assessment of what he was feeling because you couldn't see his face. All you could tell was that his shoulders were slouched and he was shifting his weight slightly to the left, his hands gripping the edge of the counter.

"If you don't love me," you said, voice trembling. "You can just tell me. I'd rather you go be with Petey and be happy than stay with me and be miserable."

"I'm polyamorous. I want both of you," Brock blurted, finally turning around to face you and Petey.

Petey looked at you; you looked at Petey. You both blinked in surprise, mouths slightly agape. Your tears continued to stream, though they started to taper off somewhat. Brock seemed close to tears himself so you walked over and looked at your fiance.

"Jesus Christ," you mumbled, dropping your head against Brock. Brock sniffled, crying softly as you ran your fingers through his hair. You ran your hands along his ribcage, making sure to be as comforting about it as possible. "Why didn't you say so?" Your tears had mostly stopped now, only a few stray tears were now running down your cheeks. "Being poly is part of who you are. I'm sorry that you felt like you had to hide that from me."

"Same goes for me, Brock," Petey said, walking over. He placed his hands on Brock's shoulders, massaging them gently. Brock dropped his head back against Petey as Petey kissed Brock's clavicle in much the same way as he had been when you walked in on them earlier. "It doesn't change anything between us."

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around Brock and putting them on Petey's back. Petey, in turn, moved his hands from Brock's shoulders, wrapping them around Brock and placing them into your back. Brock placed one hand awkwardly on Petey's hip and the other hand on your hip. The three of you stood there, wrapped together peacefully.

You were the one that eventually broke the silence.

"It will actually change things between us," you said, kissing Brock's jaw. You then kissed Petey's cheek after he gave you permission.

"What exactly will it change?" Brock asked, somewhat concerned. "I'll understand if you're brea--"

"I'm not breaking up with you," you chuckled, flicking your fiance's chin.

"What is the problem then?" Petey asked, equally as concerned.

"We're gonna need a bigger bed."

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writersblockpeter · 5 years ago

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tiktok famous (hc) - part one | p.p.

a/n: definitely didn't get distracted on tiktok while making this it's fine

summary: the wonderful chaotic adventures of y/n and peter making tiktoks

warnings: cussing (i do in every one of these lol) and lot's of fluff and tiktok references

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- yo yo bros what is UP

- so my last imagine was 5k words

- aka like 5x more than i usually write

- so it's time for...

- A HEADCANNON WOOOOOOOOO

- let's get it !

- SO BASICALLY

- you and peter are besties right

- straight-up vibin

- and you're in his room one day and you're scrolling on tiktok

- and then you get an idea

- you smile, glancing at the boy (who is conveniently in his spider suit, testing out some of his webs) before going to your saved sounds and tapping on the one you want

- and then

- oUt Of NoWhErE

- you hit record and your phone BLASTS the sound

"what are you doing with all that ass?"

- peter WHIRLS around

- like what

"double cheeked up-"

- peter's face practically explodes into a smile

"on a thursday afternoon"

- the camera shakes as you laugh, heart fluttering as peter doubles over, eyes shut as he wheezes

- "Y/N"

- "wHat, pEter?"

- you turn the phone and show it to him

- his face basically blends into his suit he's blushing so hard

- i mean how can he not half of the goddamn video is zoomed in on his ass

- okay i don't know how to transition so NEXT TIKTOK

- at this point the two of you are like "okay yes let's make tiktoks"

- and guess what

- chicken butt

- jkjk

- you two both have saved sounds

- that you imagined

- the two of you

- would do

- TOGETHER

- AHH

- okay yay let's get started

- "okay pete i have an idea"

- "what"

- you turn the phone around

- it's one of those premarital ones and peter blushes a little bit (because hE KNOWS WHAT'S GOING ON HE'S A SMART BOY)

- and he nods

- and you're like yes

- so i ain't sure exactly how to word this in the best way possible

- so i'm gonna leave this up to the imagination (which is, honestly, better in this situation)

- but BASICALLY

- it's one of those premarital ones lol

- AGAIN, uP tO tHe iMaGiNaTiOn!!!

but it includes:

almost kissing holding hands and then ripping them away and then you two fake vomiting

- cute

- OKAY NEXT TIKTOK

- (btw that last one was a little uncomfortable to film but at the same time you were laughing so yayyyyy)

- throwback to all those "i kissed a girl" ones where ppl got their stuffed animals and threw them on the bed

- shoutout to that one pair of "bEsT fRiEnDs" who did it

- but PETER shows it to you

- and you're like awwww cute

- and then you're both like

- well

- yes.

- so peter sets up the camera, gives you a nervous cute smile

- you sit on his bed

- and then this mans is like

- "do... do you think it'd be easier if i were carrying you..? and then layed you down?"

- WHEW CHILE

- B U T T E R F L I E S

- anyways sooooooo

- you're like "oh, yeah"

- all nonchalant and shit bc y/n is a bad bitch who shows NO emotion

- we're all afraid of Confrontation and Commitment here

- (the two c's)

- *shudders*

- got a little sidetracked there oops

- anyways

- you stand up

- and babey pete takes your hands and wraps them around his neck

- then wraps his arms around your waist

- (AHHHHHHHHHHHH)

- and you jump, swinging your legs around his waist and hugging him so you don't fall

- you feel him cautiously take his arms away and walk over to where the phone is setup

- you laugh, "i feel like a monkey"

- peter laughs too and the butterflies in your stomach are like BROOOOOO

- (bonus: may walks in and sees the two of you and is like "did i miss something" and you're both like "it's for a tiktok" and all she does is squint at the two of you before backing out slowly, leaving the door open just a crack)

- he then sets the timer and you two nod at each other

- you hear the audio start playing and giggle before immediately putting on a straight face

- strong-boi petey somehow manages to lay you on the bed in a way that looks like it was all heated and whatever but it was so gentle

- like what

- how

- and peter fucking WHIPS OUT HIS SEXY SKILLS

- AT FIRST YOU'RE LIKE WOAH THERE BUD

- AND THEN YOU'RE LIKE

- DAMN... FUCK ME

- HE'S ALL

- HOVERING OVER YOU, MOUTH LITERALLY LESS THAN AN INCH AWAY

- AND GUESS WHAT YOU FUCKING DO

- GUESS

- you don't kiss him sorry for the letdown

- you eXPLODE with laughter

- which causes him to laugh too

- babey falls onto you, burying his face into the crook of your neck because what we're just best friends this would never actually happen what do you mean

- oof

- y'all watch it over and it's the cutest thing ever

- he posts it and it's amazing and great (and when you go home later you save it to your phone and watch it on repeat)

- alright NEXT TIKTOK

- y'all are gonna scream

- ready?

- ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

...

- F-R-I-E-N-D-S

- WE'RE JUST FRIENDS

...

- LDSJKHVSDF AHHAHAHA

- SO BASICALLY

- you and peter are sitting on the bed, scrolling through your for you pages

- and you come across one

- and you decide

- it's now or never, bITCH

- you sigh, standing up with the hint of a smile on your face

- you set up the camera and peter watches you

- "which one is this?"

- "you'll see"

- (HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE)

- you hit the timer, look back at him, and HERE WE GO BOIS

- you grab his hands, pull him up, and get on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck

- he's so confused and it's adorable

- you begin tilting your head and leaning in

- peter gets SO HAPPY HE's LIKE YES FINALLY

- and then you pull away, mouthing "we're just friends"

- you start laughing at his confused face before his expression drops and he practically SNATCHES you

- and smashes his lips against yours

...

- goddamn

- can you imagine

- let's just say it's a little ako-taco when the two of you pull apart bc it's a whole moment n shit and the fcking audio keeps repeating

- the two of you look over at the phone to see a replay of what just happened

- peter smiles

- "i sure am smooth, aren't i"

- "shush"

- and the two of you hug for a very, very long time

- *butterflies*

BONUS TIKTOK:

- you're doing a dance where you tHROW IT BACK

- (HELL YEAH BITCH)

- and let's just say

- peter's eyes are...

- SOMEWHERE

- ...

- lol

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hope y'all enjoyed <3

i love writing these

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

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praphit · 5 years ago

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SM3: Nice Jerks are the Worst

I don't know about y'all, but I had big plans for 2020. Now, maybe those big plans will still happen, Idk. But, this was supposed to be our year! - that's what people say, right?? This was the year that you were going to go on that vacation. You were going to drop that dead beat spouse, leave that spouse with the kids, and run off to Mexico, right??!. You were going to start that business. Gain that weight. Come out of the closet. Finally tat that left butt cheek. You were going to stop doing hardcore drugs. Maybe this was going to be your year to start doing hardcore drugs. I'm not here to judge, only to ramble.

But, 2020 quickly turned to shit. Now, we're all looking for someone to blame. Someone has to pay for our horrible haircuts or hairiness, our newfound hatred for our families, and for plenty of much more serious stuff.

I, personally, like to turn to movies for lessons about life. And I think I have the perfect movie to help us figure out who to blame - you guessed it "Spider-Man 3"

This first attempt at a motion picture SM was doing so well. We loved Spidey (though some didn't care for Tobey Maguire, playing him).

Spidey and Mary Jane (Kirsten Dunst) are adorable. Then, this thing showed up and everything turned to shit (not unlike Covid-19).

Let's look into what went wrong, and who is to blame.

First, let me say that I really liked the action in this movie. There are three villains in this movie: Venom (played by Topher Grace), that thing you see above.

Green Goblin (played by James Franco), who is... a green goblin.

And Sandman (played by Tommy Church), who has a body that is now kinda made of sand - which seems silly if you pick it a part... though so does a man with the powers of a spider.

There was lots of action, and it was all shot well. There is one action scene where there is NO ONE around... I mean NO ONE. It's frickin NY. Peter Parker (not dressed as Spider-Man) and Green Goblin are causing all kinds of damage and making a lot of noise, and not ONE new yorker has anything to say about it? Unless you're a healthcare worker, I bet new yorkers are still cursing at each other from their homes. This was glaring, but Imma let it slide, cuz the action was good.

That's about all of the good I have to report:)

Quick plot recap:

1) MJ and Petey are on the rocks 2) James Franco is an asshole, trying to destroy Peter for killing his father (which he didn't) 3) Venom is trying to kill Spidey (what else is new??) 4) Venom, at one point, infects Peter Parker, to become "Black Spidey" - this, of course, is also when the people of the city started to hate him.

5) Oh, and Peter, mm! He's the worst. I've got something for him later.

There are two major reasons why people talk shit about this movie.

1st - Casting/Characters

Nobody is likeable in this movie

From the very first scene, MJ is singing to us, annnnd it's sooooo boring. I don't think it was supposed to be. Someone in the audience should have been booing. We can’t just allow entertainers to get comfortable, thinking that they can do whatever the hell that they want! - that’s how you end up with stuff like this

It was like, if Snow White were to perform a number for a large crowd.

Just Snow White - I ain't talking about no cute animals around or the suspense of menacing dwarves that might turn on Snow White at any moment. Not even a prince who might be gay (that’s the word on the streets). Just a long movie filled with songs from Snow White; that's what we're talking about. First, MJ bores me, then she's pathetically whining throughout the whole movie.

Sandman is cool (despite his love for striped shirts), but we don't really get to know him.

Side note: He gets his powers by accidentally getting trapped in a science experiment. The scientists, btw, ( And Lord knows what they were up to) knew that something could have been trapped in there, assumed it was a bird, and kept on going. See, this is why certain people don't trust y'all.

James Franco is James Franco (an asshole). Not worth a pic.

Venom doesn't really have a personality (and his host... well, he ain't no Tom Hardy)

PLUS, Peter Parker is a dick (again, we'll get to that later).

The most likeable person in this film is JJ Jameson, and we're not really supposed to like him.

A person with that look shouldn’t be your most likeable character.

Look at this stage -

Who is likeable up here? Fauci, maybe? But, betting by the amount of times that he puts his hands to his face,

- there are things he's not allowing himself to say, so though perhaps likeable, if we can fully trust him. And as far as Trump... Even Trump supporters can't HONESTLY say that they LIKE the man (I mean, if he weren't the prez, would you honestly want him around? - your family?). They certainly can't say that they trust him - though I guess the amount of people looking into ingesting cleaning products after Trump mentioned something along those lines, would beg to differ.

This is the group we're looking to for direction?!

And this is also a problem in the movie. I have to be able to like SOMEBODY!

I need to be able to trust someone to stop the cheesy-written shit storm that is this movie.

"Cheesy Shit Storm" - how bout that for a visual? :)

2nd - dance numbers!

I actually didn't mind the first one, when Peter is dancing through the streets.

Ha! Wow, he is going for it. Come get it while it’ s hot, ladies!

It's odd, but it's supposed to be. It's supposed to be funny, and it kinda is. You ever dance a lil bit while you're out at a store? I know I do; especially now that we're wearing pandemic masks - no one knows who I am. NBD to dance a bit in public, but if you keep going passed a certain point, it just becomes annoying.

That's why the second dance number is bad. Plus, it doesn't make any sense.

At this point MJ and Peter have broken up. She's singing in a bar, and Peter interrupts her song with a dance number (while using his new girlfriend to poke at MJ). Now, While MJ’s songs of boredom deserve interruption, she didn’t deserve that.

Venom is like a drug. Venom brings out the worst in a person. You're telling me that Peter Parker, with all of the rage built up from Uncle Ben and villains and his life not being all that great; the best or I should say "the worst" that he can do is Jazz hands? With all of his superpowers, he should be out there slaughtering everyone in sight. I mean, he did slap the shit out of MJ though (by "accident"). That's when he snapped out of the evil dance number. I don't know what kind of message that sends.

"MJ, it wasn't until I slapped the holy hell out of you that I realized the error of my ways, so... thank you? I'm just going to go on about my day now."

I see this misguided scene as a metaphor. Peter Parker is dancing around his issues:

His relationship with MJ has been bad. He's on that stuff (Venom). And honestly, MJ knows that he's Spider-Man. Why couldn't he have just explained to her what was happening?

"Sorry, baby. I got possessed by an alien again, you know how it is."

And he was dealing with the fact that the person who killed his uncle is on the loose. Another side note: MJ, even though they had just broken up, still cares for Peter while he's dealing with the news about Uncle Ben's killer. That's a damned good friend right there! - especially the way Peter had been acting towards her.

We've got to deal with stuff, people! We can't just get bad haircuts, wear weird clothes, and do drugs! Eventually, that will lead us to slapping the shit out of someone that we love. There are a lot of realities that we're prob not facing at the moment (and some we prob have no intentions of ever facing). A lot of things that we could have done to prevent certain things from escalating, but... we were busy doing our typical dance.

Peter was warned about Venom and did nothing about it. He told himself, "I got this", and clearly he didn't. Honestly, the whole city was screwing up by not helping Spider-Man at all. At the end, when the big fight is happening, and MJ is near death, everybody is just watching all of this go down. Where were the cops?! The S.W.A.T?! Other superheroes? New Yorkers themselves! - they're bold! But, to be fair, Venom came from outer space, so... it was a bit unprecedented; people were prob scared. I'll cut them and Spidey some slack.

You know who I won't cut any slack - Tobey Maguire's Peter Parker!

Peter Parker is a jerk. I'm thinking that Tobey's Peter Parker has always been a jerk; a nice jerk, but a jerk. Have you ever met a nice jerk? They do all of the things that a regualr jerk does, but they'll rationalize their behavior, and look puzzled when you react to their awfulness. I didn't notice this in the 1st movie, cuz I was just happy to get Spider-Man. I didn't notice in the 2nd movie, cuz those kids were just too darn cute. But, his niceness was so annoying in this movie. And he treated MJ horribly : He never listens to her, he’s always late, he only talks about himself, he’s too damned nice, he never knows when they’re in a fight, he kisses other women right in front of her and then is like “What did I do?”

I kept wanting her to punch Peter out; he would have deserved it.

The foundation of the character of the 1st Spider-Man was a problem from the start! If the foundation is shaky, then - whew! I'm glad that we finally fixed it:)

Plus, he never said he was sorry. He did one of those "Well, I'm not perfect." things. She ain't asking for perfection, just quit being a jerk!

A better movie would have been if MJ had been infected by Venom. For starters, she would have given a better performance, in the beginning. Something more like this -

She would have banged Peter's friends. She would have destroyed her critics. And most importantly, she wouldn't have taken any shit from Peter. That could have been the main plot. Instead of a convultued blend of three villains around the nice jerkiness of Peter, it would have been Spider-Man vs MJ - beatening each other up all throughout the city; though I guess that would be considered domestic violence. But, why dance around real issues out there!

It could have been a family-friendly movie about drug abuse (Venom) and domestic violence... and possibly some make-up sex in the middle of the city. But, after that, one of them, if not both, are going to jail! We gotta deal with the problems, people!

Grade: an entertaining D+

I did enjoy it. It wasn't as bad as I remember it, and I'd prob watch it again. But, I can't deny that on a technical level, it's crap.

"Who’s to blame?" isn't really the question. It's more "Who deserves what percentage of the blame?" There's a lot of blame to go around here... even to us who enabled Peter's jerkiness in the first two movies.

I like the direction that we're going in now.

A better Spidey A better MJ Better villains

And even a better Aunt May

- looking all good with Tony Stark.

- imagine Tony aggressively flirting with the older one

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sage-selfships · 6 years ago

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Sage H. D. - Bully Self-Insert

This is my Self-Insert for Bully/Canis Canem Edit! I made the art myself and would appreciate if you didn’t use it! The Template was created by Silkvale and found here! I will post updated versions to @kitty-selfshipping so uhm yeah, follow that blog to read it when it’s totally finished or edited.

If you are interested in reading the current info about my Bully Self-Insert, please read under the cut!

Biographical Information Full Name [& Pronunciation] - Sage Holland Drage ( S AI J ) ( H AW - l uh n d ) ( d r ai j ) Meaning - Herb or Prophet, Ridgeland, Dragon Set Age - 14-15 Certified Birthdate - 12 January 1992 (not my real birth year, but shh) Astrological Sign - Capricorn Pronouns - They/them or He/Him Aliases & Preferred Nicknames – Dumbbell - Sage might not actually like the nickname, but Mandy WIles insist on calling Sage it whenever Mandy sees Sage, so Sage is Dragon - As some people may not be able to pronounce Sage’s surname, Sage just call themselves Dragon to make it easier for everyone. Ms. Shy - Even though Sage prefers to go by he/him or they/them pronouns, people insist on calling them ms, and many people consider them shy because of how they seem terrified of new people Puppy - A nickname Sage got from Kirby Olsen, that they claim matches their general personality Ethnicities Distant Descendants : American, British, Dominant Descendants : Norwegian, Swedish, Danish Physical Description Hair Color - Brown Eye Color - Blue Weight – Height - Typical Clothing Wear : Maroon or pink vest, purple skirt, blue bow, purple bow, pink shoes - School uniform Red stained dress and blonde wig - Halloween costume, that is supposed to resemble Carrie White from the movie Carrie Faux fur coat, faux fur ushanka - Winter attire Figure/Build - Distinguishing Features/Scars/ or Birthmarks – A mole just over their lip Explain: Tattoos: Piercings: Frequently Worn Jewelry: Choker belt around their neck Personal Information Current Living Arrangements - Sage currently lives with three of their American relatives, but also they technically live at Bullworth, in the girl’s dorm Originated from - Vestfold, Norway Traveled Territories - Hobbies - Fears – Spiders, snakes, insects, heights, scarecrows, most of the jocks Religion/Beliefs – Atheist Why?: Sage grew up in an atheist family, as simple as that. Health Behaviors Physical Ailments/ Disabilities/ Issues – Addiction(s) [Sex, Drugs, Smoking, Alcohol, Other] Why?: Any regular medication taken? – Medication for their Iron Deficiency and for their Hives Chronological Information Profession - Student Likes - Dislikes - Goals/Ambitions – Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience - Story behind experience: Weapons/Equipment - Sage mostly fights using their hands but can use a baseball if they need to Personal Attributes Personality - Strengths - Weaknesses - Good Habits - Bad Habits - Fetishes/Strange Behaviors - Stereotype - Shy kid with few friends As you know them better(and you like them) : As you know them better(and you hate them) : Ratings on Personal Qualities (don't go overboard make reasonable stats for your character) Physical Strength : 4/10 Sage might not regularly train, but surprisingly Sage is stronger than they seem Attractive : 5/10 Sage doesn’t consider themselves the most beautiful and mostly blames it upon their parents and grandparents for how they look Honesty : 7/10 Sage hates lying in general, but still does lie if they need to. Rule Abiding : 3/10 Sage thinks certain rules are to be broken and others are to be broken. Sociability : 3/10 Sage is quite shy when it comes to meeting new people, but if they muster up enough confidence they can make new friends. Bullworth Academy Information Reason for enrolling: Sage has lacked disiplince and Sage’s parents had relatives that lived close Bullworth, so they decided on sending them to a Clique - Standing and Rank in Social Circle - Room Number – 4 Roommate(s)- Zoe Taylor & Beatrice Trudeau Favourite Subject(s) – English, & Art Why?: Sage loves English because they’ve felt so motivated and Least Favorite Subject(s) – Why?: Favourite Teacher – Mr. Galloway & Mrs. Philips Why?: Mr. Galloway - Sage takes a liking to Mr. Galloway, mostly because he encouraged and gave Sage a warm welcome to the school, during Sage’s first day at Bullworth Mrs. Philips - Sage got a few compliments Least Favorite Teacher – Mr. Slawter Why?: Sage is quite afraid of Mr. Slawter, mostly because he yelled at Sage during their first class Knowledgeability Language(s) – Norwegian, English Schooling Level - Grade 8-9, Expertise – Chemistry - Math - English - Geography - Sage knows a few things, like where certain European countries are, but after that, nothing more Politics/Law - Economy - Cooking/Culinary - Shop - Botany/Biology - Mythology - high / Sage knows a lot about Norrøn Mythology and enjoys learning more and more about it Art - high / Sage highly enjoys Art and feels that they know a lot about the rules about realism and perspective Photography - Sage knows how to use a camera, and what settings look good or not, so they consider themselves at a 5/10 Reading Level - Overall Intelligence Level(s) - Interpersonal and Naturalistic. Relationships Statuses (once you list characters here, delete them from the other list near the end of this information sheet, makes things less confusing) (Also, please describe the relationships of your character with other characters) Trusted Companions Closest Friend(s) – Milliz - “I trust her with my life. Nothing more or less to say. And might I add that her and Earnest are really freakiNG ADOREABLE?” (Jeg beklager ikke for at du er satt på denne lista, Milliz) Friend(s) - Kirby Olsen - Despite Kirby being a jock and Sage being afraid of most of the jocks, Kirby and Sage are pretty close and

Hated Rivals Worst Enemies – Intolerable Students - Harmless Acquaintances Tolerated Students - Tolerated Townsfolk - Hot Encounters Hinted Attractions - Crush(es) - Lover(s) - Gary Smith, Jimmy Hopkins and Petey (Ey, don’t judge me please or make comments about this please, I just ship myself with all of them :( I will also make like another post or tweet where I just describe everything from lore to headcanons about this ) Ex(s) - None Extra Information Eating Habits Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore – Favorite Food(s): Favorite Drink(s): Disliked Food(s): Disliked Drink(s): Added Information Proclaimed Theme Song(s) - Either Dancing Queen by ABBA or Scent – Favourite Color: Favourite Season: Favourite Animal: Sage Favourite Music Genre: Sage can’t really choose, but they are very fond of country and Pop Most Memorable Quote – Various Quotes Through Interaction : “ Walking around – “I sure hope Mandy was joking when he called me a dumbbell...” “I don’t know jack dritt about math, how am I supposed to get a good grade?” “Gary mentioned something about rats, wondered what he was on about.” “I’m considering joining a clique... but which one?” “ “ “ “ When the fire alarm goes off – “Stuff like this always happens when you least expect it.” “Sure hope this isn’t a drill, I don’t want my slippers to get wet again without reason.” Greetings Good Terms: “Hiya!” “Hey there, best friend!” “How ya doing, sweetie?” “How are you doing, buddy?” “Hey, anyhting fun happen recently?” “Bro! What’s up?” “Heisann!” (Norwegian for ‘Hey there’) Bad Terms: “Please leave me alone” “I rather not talk.” “Ew.” “Get out of my face!” “Leave me alone!” “Continue being around me and I’ll beat you up! Or cry!” Saying goodbye – Good Terms: “Have a good day! “See you later!” “Hope you have a good night!” Bad Terms: “”See you in Hell, I uhm mean class.” “Leave already.” “I’m getting a headache, gotta go.” “Byyeee, see you never.” When Flirted With – Good Terms: “I uhm...” “Thank you....” “Well I uhm, thank you so much! I uhm haha, we should hang out or something!” “I feel flattered. I’ll uhh have to go over there until the blushing stops.” “Continue acting this sweet and you’re going to be getting ladies really quickly.” “ “You’re such a sweetheart!” “If I were of age, I would marry you right here on the spot, but I’m still too young.” Bad Terms: “I wouldn’t say I don’t like you, but I’m not that interested.” “Not to be rude, but no.” “That better not be trying to make me blush, because it didn’t work at all.” “ “

Watching a fight – “I know I shouldn’t watch this crap, but damn it feels so right, right now!” “ Attacking – “I’m sorry!” “I have no choice in this situation, so I apologize beforehand!” “I learnt this one from my friend!” While Fighting – “I really wish it didn’t have to end with one of us being hurt!” “Ouch! Thanks, I guess!”

Chasing someone – “You can run, but you can also hide!” “Come back here! please...!” Out of breath – “This always happens....” “Why do I have to have iron deficiency? When hidden from – “ Knocked out – “ Stinkbomb explodes – “I can’t see shit!” “I should be happy I can’t smell anything from before!” Opinions on students who reside at Bullworth Academy– (in alphabetical order) Bullies Davis White: Ethan Robinson: Russell Northrop: Tom Gurney: Trent Northwick: Troy Miller: Wade Martin: Zoe Taylor: Greasers Hal Esposito: Johnny Vincent: Lefty Mancini: Lola Lombardi: Lucky De Luca: Norton Williams: Peanut Romano: Ricky Pucino: Vance Medici: Jocks Bo Jackson: Casey Harris: Damon West: Dan Wilson: Juri Karamazov: Luis Luna: Mandy Wiles: Ted Thompson: Nerds Algernon Papadopoulos: Beatrice Trudeau: Bucky Pasteur: Cornelius Johnson: Donald Anderson: Earnest Jones: Fatty Johnson: Melvin O'Connor: Thad Carlson: Non-Cliques Angie Ng: Christy Martin: Constantinos Brakus: Eunice Pound: Gloria Jackson: Gordon Wakefield: Ivan Alexander: Karen Johnson: Lance Jackson: Melody Adams: Pedro De La Hoya: Ray Hughes: Sheldon Thompson: Trevor Moore: Preppies Bif Taylor: Bryce Montrose: Chad Morris: Derby Harrington: Gord Vendome: Justin Vandervelde: Parker Ogilvie: Pinky Gauthier: Tad Spencer: Opinion on Adults who teach and patrol at Bullworth Academy – (in alphabetical order) Miss Danvers: Miss Peters: Mr. Galloway: Mr. Luntz: Mr. Matthews: Mr. Wiggins: Mrs. Carvin: Mrs. MacRae: Mrs Peabody: Ms. Phillips: Neil: Prefects – Edward Seymour II: Karl Branting: Max MacTavish: Seth Kolbe: Opinions on People in the cities of Bullworth – (in alphabetical order) Townies Clint(aka Henry): Sage doesn’t like saying it, but they’re quite afraid of him and Duncan: Edgar Munsen: Gurney: Jerry: Leon: Omar Romero: Otto Tyler: Residents in the city of Bullworth – Bethany Jones: Denny: Dr. Bambillo: Krakauer: Mihailovich: Miss Abby: Mr. Brekindale: Mr. Buckingham: Mr. Castillo: Mr. Doolin: Mr. Huntingdon: Mr. Johnson: Mr. Martin: Mr. Ramirez: Mr. Salvatore: Mr. Smith: Mr. Sullivan: Ms. Rushinski Mrs. Lisburn: Osborne:

#Not finished but do I care? not really #I will try and finish this soon just not today #anyways I might have mnetioned another self-shipper in the post so look for that if you want #Self Insert #Sage Drage #Bully Self-Insert #Bully OC

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koalas-koalas-everywhere · 6 years ago

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I can’t believe people actually blame Peter for being bullied

Listen, I’m not gonna sit here and pretend Peter didn’t have a rotten temper and couldn’t have done something to improve his high school experience, at least after the bite, but I am sick and tired of people (read: witers) claiming that he was even as much as half to blame. Heck, depending on the period of time we’re talking about, the only way for him to fit in might have been to compromise most of himself. Partly, this is because almost everything we see of his life in high school (that wasn’t written decades later, with the baggage of modern ideologies) is from after the bite, whether it is from the original period when he was going to high school or . This is what we see in Amazing Fantasy #15, before Peter got his powers.

People who claim Peter was at fault for how he was treated say he was given many chances to join the group, but here we see how he’s only considered because they need him, and even then, when Flash says no, they discard him completely. (Yeah, the bubbles on the middle and right are Flash and Liz respectively.)

Also, Peter heard that. Just so you know. Even if later he is invited somewhere, you think he’s going to forget that this is what they really think of him?

“Well, but Peter could still have tried to change their minds!!! Even if they might not reach out to him, it doesn’t mean he should push them away!!! He should have given them a chance and they would have been friendly to him!!!!”

Yeah. So friendly.

But, hey, people who’ve read early comics and have seen Peter in action will say, what we say happened did, too!

And yes it did! Check this out!

They did invite him to stuff, didn’t they? Isn’t this what he wanted? He should be happy! What happened? Well...

(Why is that picture so big?)

Some day arrived! And with it, Enough sense of self worth and dignity that Peter stopped chasing after people who didn’t want him there (and went on a power-trip that lasted him most of not all of his adolescence and so shaped him forevermore, but that’s a discussion for another time).

The next time we see him enteract with his peers is in ASM #1, in the third picture. Yeah, he really couldn’t go, and the others got a bit too pissed about his rejection considering he was only technically invited because the friend group probable consisted of most of the class. However, look at that face, he probably said it in a bitchy way. He was rejecting them, but why shouldn’t they, since they proved time and time again that they didn’t want him there, not even then, really, and wouldn’t even aknowledge that they treated him poorly?

Except. Except, out of nowhere people started being nice to him (I’m not discounting spider-hormones). That brunnette girl from the fifth pic? Actually called him Petey before Liz did, and, after Peter’s been defeated by Doc Ock for the first time, they’re just so nice to him, not even minding that he ignored them at first because he’s upset and distracted by the memory of Doc Ock bitch-slapping him, I guess. It wasn’t like that all the time, though.

Like, there’s Peter, staying in his lane, when they come up to him to annoy him (his tendency to then key the other person’s car, metaphorically of course, notwithstanding). And like this, we can find plenty of other examples.

Sooo... What’s the truth?

Well, out-of-universe, it was kinda forshadowed by the fourth pic, here’s one more to make it clearer.

Misunderstandings. Peter will do some thing or the other that, because he’s Spider-Man, will be a sacrifice to him, but, to those who don’t know that, will only make him look bad. Can’t go to the Spider-Man show? It’s because he’s Spider-Man, but his classmates will think he’s just anti-social and sees himself as better than them. Has to leave a potentially dangerous group activity? It’s because he’s Spider-Man and has to be ready tosave people, but people will think he’s scared (which, by the way, was like a death sentence back then. If any of you time travel to the 60′s and someone calls you a coward, or yellow, punch them in the face. It will be the appropiate reaction). Doesn’t get to his meeting with Aunt May to reconciliate with her on time? It’s because he’s Spider-Man, and he had reason to suspect a murderous villain was about to attack, so he went after him, only to find a less efficient but even more murderous villain he had to fight, but his Aunt and her boyfriend didn’t know that, so they think he just doesn’t care about her. (This, by the way? Tends to happen with readers, too.)

It’s to show that being Spider-Man isn’t all fun and games, even outside of risking his life. That was the novelty of Spider-Man, the balance of super-heroism and day-to-day life, which would often get unbalanced. So, the purpose of having scenes where his classmates are nice to him was to show the sacrifices Peter had to make to be Spider-Man.

In-universe? It has to do with the exact kind of bullying I think Peter went through.

First off, I don’t think he was physically attacked. Modern (and by this I mean stuff from the 90′s forward) tend to go “oh, he was, bullied, ok, let’s roll”* and go with what their preferred version of bullying, especially that between a nerd and a jock, which is the jock beating the nerd up, but, except for one flashback from a school reunion annual from the 70′s, I think, we don’t have evidence of Peter being beat up, and the guys there weren’t Flash. Except for a few shoves, that one time he told Peter to meet him after school and that one time they arranged a boxing match (see what I mean when I say punching people in the face was an appropiate response? The teacher literally let them go into the ring and punch their mad off), Flash doesn’t seem to be physically agressive with Peter, although, to be fair, he does threaten him with violence often, and often the only reason they don’t fight is because Liz interrupts them. Like I said, though, this is from after Peter got his powers, and all those times he’s matching Flash step by step, so, maybe, he wouldn’t have dared to stand up to him before, so things wouldn’t have escalated as much (btw, this isn’t me blaming Peter, Flash is the one who keeps provoking him, Peter’s just... too damn easy to provoke after the bite).

Here’s what I think it was like before the bite:

His main bully was Flash, the rest followed his lead. It is a take on the kind of power and responsabilities that come from being popular. Flash, who has his own problems at home, takes it out on Peter because 1) he’s different. The issue which triggered this whole rant, WoS #35, said that his medal, even six years after he won it, was the only science award his school had ever won. This means not only that it will make it easy to find something to mock about him which will get others to join in, it’s also 2) unlikely someone else will orbit to him, someone who might not be so different and might defend him, and convince other to do so as well. 3) Flash is jealous, (certainly) because of Peter’s good relationship with his “parents”, (later on) because Liz will prefer him over Flash, and (probably) of his aptitude for academics, which isn’t only good in and of itself, it also gets him in the good graces of their teachers (like, in ASM #26, after Peter claims to have been the one to start a fight, Flash confesses it was him and the principal is ACTUALLY GLAD. IMAGINE). This probably mixes up with 1), because both of them have to do with approval from adults, which is something he would especially crave because his dad is an abusive asshole and his mom won’t defend him, while he’s liked and/or feared enough to be the most popular guy in school.

So, Flash picks Peter as his main target. Although he might get physically rough with him sometimes, when he thinks he’s stepping out of line (which for Flash would mean any and all attempts on Peter’s part to be included or liked, as shown in the pictures), I think that when he picked on Peter it was mostly verbally. However, it got out of hand because Flash was the most popular guy at school. He was the leader, so when he did something, people backed him up. Look at the first picture. The first guy innocently suggested that they ask Peter to join them in a dance, and Flash cuts him down immediately (granted, he’s probably right) and Liz, who’s the most popular girl, backs him up. No one’s going to go against them. Like, people have the right to dislike others, even if they’re not bad people, and Flash and Liz do, too. It’s just that, because they have social power, people will follow their lead, and Flash especially will usually go out of his way to pick on Peter.

Flash forward, however, and people start being nice to him. What happened? Well, they grew up (as much as a 15-17 yo is expected to grow). There is a group of guys who back Flash’s bullying to the end, but some others stop following him like sheep even before Liz decides Peter’s not that bad. So, some will be friendly to him, while some will still pick on him. Seems all in all allright, right?

Except it comes a little too late, because when Peter got his powers, in his mind he overcame what they’d convinced him were his short-comings, so he actually starts seeing himself as better than all of them. Up until that moment, what he’d seen was that the power that counted rested in strength and in popularity, (Flash was powerful, because he was popular, because he was strong - like, at that moment he wasn’t even the one who had to struggle with finances, his only problem was that he was ostracized at school and lonely) so when he became Spider-Man, a sensation because of his powers, he thought he’d become more powerful than them. In a way, it freed him from them, he didn’t have to ask anything of them anymore. I think it’s well explained in this panel, from after the FF wrongly accused him of being a criminal because the press said so (guilty of crimes other than breaking and entering into the Baxter Building) (and mild battery, although everyone participated in a bit of that. Actually, and without taking away from the fact that getting into the BB like he did was so dumb oh my god Peter you don’t do that, he wasn’t even the one who threw the first punch, he was mostly avoiding the FF’s attacks. Like, the exact count was one punch or shove to the Thing and one webbed hand to Reed).

(WHY is it so big?)

... forgive him for being a drama queen, he’s fifteen, he’ll grow out of it, mostly.

But yeah, the first bubble? I suspect that, while it was all the negative press that pushed it out, he’s been thinking that about people for a long while. The second part, that came to be after he got bitten. He stopped seeking approval because he was convinced he could pave his own path, with his own power. However, he also stopped being receptive to approval, especially from certain people.

So, thinking of Peter’s bullying in high school as a cycle is faulty, since the first evidence we have of him even talking back when someone’s picking on him, let alone push someone away when they’re being nice, instead of actively seeking friendship, is after the bite, when his ostracization had already started. Actually, my memory might be faulty, but the only time he rejects an invitation to a group outing and it’s not because he has to be Spider-Man (which includes “I can’t go bc I have to do Spider-Man things” AND, as the ninth picture shows, “I actually came, but I have to leave now to do Spider-Man things”) is when Liz started crushing on him and invites him to party, and even Liz admits they had it coming. Actually, Liz is the only person shown to admit that their previous treatment of him was wrong, so she’s the only one (of the ones who actively mocked him, the rest were just doing their thing) who, in my opinion, deserved to be forgiven... and she was.

*Seriously, interpretations about how his life in high school nowadays are basically “well, Peter, you didn’t give them a chance when they tried to approach after years of isolation, how do you expect them not to mock you, belittle you, avoid you and tell their friends to do the same???” to “everyone in that school will grow up to be a psycopath, poor Peter, he gets beat up everyday by everyone” which is... also not something I agree with.

P.S.:Also, something for fic writers, understanding that everyone can do what they want, this is just a pet peeve of mine and I have no authority to stop anyone from writing anything. Just... I read a fanfic the other day, a high school AU, in which Peter had the same characterization as he did in the comics when he was that age, (or maybe even worse, because he was rude to Aunt May, which is... something Peter would never do??? Lie to her? Guiltily, yes. Accidentally hurt her because he’s Spider-Man so he keeps secrets and isn’t as reliable as he was once? Yeah, it’s been known to happen, but talk back to her???) even though he’d had friends all his life and just... no. Anger IS a big part of Peter’s character, especially when he’s younger, but a lot if not all of that comes from the fact that he’s been a victim for so long with no support system aside from his Aunt and Uncle. He is explosive, yes, so a bad temper would not be out of place, but he’s not naturally an asshole. Actually, and I’ve seen enough to know this is an unpopular opinion, while Peter might overreact a lot, he won’t actually bite someone’s head off just for looking at him funny. He’s actually not even the kind of person who’ll punch the wall between his apartment and yours when you've been singing loudly and off-key for several nights and keeping him from sleeping. Except in extreme circumstances, and though he might blow things out of proportion, he’ll go off on you only if you’ve poked him. If he’s going through bad times, the kind of thing that really weight on your mind even when you’re not actively thinking about it, yes, he’s the worst. Especially because one bad thing will affect him enough that either because he’s distracted or because he’s on edge, he’ll mess up with something else, and things will keep piling up on his plate, partly because he has a truly tragic life and bad luck, partly because he’s too overwhelmed about the things that are going wrong to fix or avoid what could go wrong next, and he’ll be snappy and rude and push people away accidentally or because he thinks he’s helping them, which will make things even worse. But, like I said, this isn’t normal. This is Peter Parker at his very worst.

We don’t see it much, because we’re reading only what will make a story, which is what has conflict, but a content Peter has been described as having a sunny disposition and being friendly as a puppy, and even when held and drugged against his will in a mental institution he’s (rightfully) suspicious of, his nurse describes him as gentle. Like, even if you want to say that it’s all tell and no show because it’s only what other characters have said of him, I’ll say 1) I said that we don’t see it often, not that we don’t see it at all and 2) a character is built by what they do, what they say and what others say of them.

There have been some huge misconceptions of the character, along the lines of MCU Peter Parker, but the course correction made it go too far to the other side.

#Spider-Man #Spider Man #Peter Parker #live blogging #comics #LONG POST #I'M NOT KIDDING I WENT OFF

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hollands-gf · 8 years ago

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Bath (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: HIYA! CAN I REQUEST AN IMAGINE WHERE PETE GOT INTO A BIG FIGHT THAT WAS HARD (LIKE AT THE END OF THE MOVIE), AND HE’S KIND OF BEATEN AND BLOODY, AND HE COMES BACK TO HIS ROOM AND THE READER IS THERE AND IS SUPER WORRIED AND TEARY-EYED AT HOW HE LOOKS, AND ENDS UP GETTING ICE AND STUFF, AND KIND OF TAKES CARE OF HIM? SUPER FLUFFY AT THE END PLS. SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH 😭

Warnings: bad injuries, mentions of death, reader and Peter getting naked

Word Count: 1,259

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m posting this after 20 years this was requested bc I was so lazy to write anything, I know, I suck SO much. And I’m so sorry if this wasn’t good, I actually didn’t like what I wrote :((

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Although it was 3 a.m. in the morning, the streets of Queens were still busy and noisy. Y/N was sleeping with her windows open for two vital reasons; it was too hot to sleep with them closed and also her boyfriend Peter might have come in any second, badly injured. This never really happened before, Y/N was thankful for that, except one time. But even that time Peter wasn’t injured at all, he just wanted to spend more time with his girlfriend.

Y/N was still sleeping when suddenly she heard a loud noise coming from the outside of her apartment. As soon as she heard it, without thinking, she ran to her window and saw a very struggling Peter, desperately trying to climb up from her window. Y/N didn’t want anyone inside the building to hear Peter’s painful moans and also she didn’t want him to fall down in front of her eyes too so she helped him get inside and closed the window. She turned the lights on and regretted doing it the second she looked at Peter. She let out a loud gasp and started to tremble. Peter looked horrible. His suit was ripped off from several places, there were scars all over his face and he had a serious injury down his belly, dripping off a lot of blood.

Y/N was too devastated to move, she tried to talk: “I-I… Peter, what the hell?” She whispered, a tear running down her cheek. She kneeled down to check his wounds, she knew how to mend some of them but the others seemed too hard for her to handle.

“We need to take you to a hospital.” She said in a serious voice and got up to take her car keys. However, Peter was quicker than her, he shot webs to her arm and caught her.

“Don’t…” He could manage to whisper. Y/N was quite pissed off now. “Don’t?!” She threw her loose arm in the air fiercely and kneeled down in front of him once again. “Peter, listen to me carefully, I can dress the wounds on your face or even stitch up the one on your belly but I can’t know if you have any internal bleedings or not. What if you are having a brain hemorrhage right now? How will we know that? God I haven’t been to a medical school, I’m a high school student for god’s sake!-“

“Y/N… Please don’t yell at me. I-I just need some water, do your best, my condition is not that bad, trust me.”

Tears streaming down Peter’s clearly frightened face broke her heart. She was too harsh on him, he just needed her help. “Okay…” She whispered, nodding her head. Peter ripped the webs off her arm and she quickly got up and got her first aid kit and a glass of water for Peter.

“Okay Peter, now I’ll rip the suit off you, so tell me if it hurts I’ll stop,” she said in hurry and picked the scissors from the first aid bag. While Y/N was focused on her work, without thinking anything, Peter chuckled: “With pleasure, please do that more often.” This made Y/N blush therefore without hesitating, she hit Peter on the shoulder.

“Ahh!!” Peter yelled in pain, he was no more smirking like an idiot. Y/N realized what she had immediately:” Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Peter, are you okay? “

“I’m fine, keep undressing me,” Peter tried to smile through the pain, he didn’t want Y/N to feel bad. “Idiot,” Y/N sighed. Now, Peter was sitting on the floor, with nothing but his boxers. “Alright Petey, now we have to stitch that up because I’m pretty sure you will die if I don’t do that immediately.”

She picked out the needed materials from her bag and started to stitch down his belly. Both of them were silent because Y/N was too focused on making Peter feel better and Peter didn’t want Y/N to get more worried than she so he tried too hard not to scream, the pain was unbearable.

After a while, Peter couldn’t take it anymore so he yelled: “Oh God!” scaring Y/N since she was not ready for such reaction. “Peter, I’m so sorry, am I hurting you? If I do, please tell me I’ll try to be gentler, I just don’t want you to lose any blood I was-“

Peter brushed his fingers through her cheeks, now wet because she was sobbing and whispered: “Hey, hey, calm down. I’ll be okay, I have you. It doesn’t hurt, you couldn’t be more gentle, trust me. Go on.”

Y/N nodded and wiped off the tears on her face, got back on work. Peter loved watching Y/N most of the time, but this time was different. He thought she looked more beautiful than ever. The sight in front of him was just fascinating. She looked lovely with her messy hair and bare face. Even her ridiculous pajamas looked so pretty on her, Peter thought. When Y/N tilted her head, because she was done, to look at Peter, she saw that he was mesmerized. “Earth to Peter Parker, are you okay?” She giggled, waving her hands in front of his eyes. He just nodded and watched her pick up the first aid stuff from the floor.

“Now, I have to bathe you, then we can look to those little scars on your face, alright?”

“I think I just have to get injured more!” Peter’s face lit up once again. Y/N was blushing again but seeing how happy Peter was, she was also relieved so she didn’t say anything about what Peter just said.

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“Hey Y/N?”

Y/N was trying to understand if the water was hot enough while Peter was sitting in the tub, full with water.

“What? Is everything okay?” Y/N asked with a concerned face, now giving her full attention to him. “No. I just need something.”

“Tell me.”

“Can you come in here?” Y/N froze, staring into Peter’s eyes. They had never done such thing before, and Y/N felt his cheeks burning. She wasn’t expecting Peter to ask something like that from her, but tonight with the adrenaline rush and possible death, Peter seemed to be more suggestive than ever.

“I-I… I have to get you towels.” She turned around and acted like she couldn’t find any towels until Peter said: “Umm… You just put them right next to the sink and I think they would be enough for both of us?”

Y/N mumbled: “Damn it!” It wasn’t like she didn’t want to get in the tub, she really did want that. She turned around and started to get undressed. When she got to her underwear she stopped for a second, looking at Peter, who was staring at her but now trying to act like she wasn’t interested in his girlfriend, undressing in front of her. Y/N chuckled at the sight of a very red faced Peter, who was acting like he was seeing hot water for the first time in his life: “You are an idiot.”

When Y/N finally managed to take her bra and panties off, she got into the hot tub and sat between Peter’s legs, putting her head on his chest. “Hey, tell me if this is hurting you, I can get up,” she whispered, not wanting to get up at all. “On the contrary, I’m feeling better now. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, smiling.

“I’m so glad that I have you,”

“I love you too.”

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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 8 years ago

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Baby. (Mikey Way x Reader)

“’Sup, bitch?” Pete exclaimed loudly as he entered your home through the front door.

The sudden appearance of your friend caused you to jump slightly in your seat on the sofa, the novel you were previously stuck in falling to the floor as you frowned.

“A little warning would’ve been nice,” you mumbled, swinging your legs off of the sofa before bending down to retrieve your book.

Pete scoffed. “Since when do I need to warn you before I come over?” his voice came out slightly muffled seeing as his head was stuck in your fridge, searching for some kind of alcohol.

“Uh, since I got married and moved into an actual house as opposed to a fucking terrible apartment,” you said while making your way over to Pete in the kitchen.

“Hey! Don’t hate on the apartment! We had some really good times there. All those impromptu parties were the best part of everyone’s lives.”

“Yeah, that’s my point. We can’t trash this place with your ‘impromptu parties’, Petey.”

“You’re no fun. What happened to my crazy party-girl best friend?” he asked, letting out a triumphant cheer when he stumbled upon a couple of bottles of beer at the back of your fridge. “Man, you really need to stock up on booze. You’d think Mikey would at least have more than this,” he held up the bottles for emphasis.

“You know that Mikey doesn’t drink that much,” you shrugged.

“Yeah, but you used to,” Pete chuckled.

“Yeah, but I grew up,” you grabbed a bunch of grapes from the fridge before hoisting yourself onto the island. “Unlike some people.”

“Hey, you chose to get married and I chose to live my 20s to the max.”

“You’re turning 30 in a couple of months.”

“Like I said, the max,” he repeated, earning an eye-roll from you, “Want one?” he questioned, holding out one of the bottles.

“No thanks, I’m not drinking.”

“Why? You pregnant or something?” he teased before twisting open the bottle and taking a swig.

You didn’t reply. Instead, you just stared at your friend as you popped more grapes into your mouth.

Noticing your lack of denial about being pregnant, Pete spit out the liquid he had in his mouth.

“Ew,” you scrunched your nose up in disgust before pointing around at all the beer spatter. “You’re cleaning that up.”

“You’re fucking pregnant?!”

You nodded before giggling at the look of utter shock on Pete’s face. “You’re gonna be an uncle! Are you excited?”

“Am I ex- OF COURSE I’M FUCKING EXCITED! OH MY GOD, (Y/N)!” Pete practically threw himself on top of you, nearly knocking you over in the process.

“Well, if this is your reaction, then I can’t wait to see Mikey’s.”

“Wait,” Pete pulled away so that he was looking at you. “You haven’t told Mikey yet?”

“Told me what?”

You and Pete turned to see Mikey standing at the front door, shrugging off his jacket with a confused look on his face.

“Babe, I have some news,” you said while hopping down from the kitchen island and walking over to Mikey.

“Yeah, I figured that much. What’s going on?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Before you could comprehend it, Mikey had scooped you up into his arms and ran into the backyard, laughing happily all the while.

“How long have you known?” he questioned as he hugged you closer.

“A few days,” you smiled, overjoyed by his happiness.

“Why didn’t you tell me as soon as you saw the positive test?!” Mikey set you down onto your feet.

“Because it was 4am and I was scared because knowing you, you would’ve literally screamed it from the rooftops and wow, look what you’re doing – GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!”

But it was no use. Mikey was climbing the ladder that was mounted against the side of the house from renovations three steps at a time and before you knew it, he was standing on the roof, his hands cupping his mouth so that his voice could be heard more clearly.

“EVERYONE! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A BABY!”

~Week 4~

Sighing as you tried once again to fasten your bra behind your back, you beamed widely at yourself in the mirror when your fifth try proved successful.

Being careful not to move too much for fear of the bra coming undone again, you walked over to the bed and grabbed the shirt you had laid out. Mikey entered the room before you could slip on the shirt and immediately made his way over to you, eyes clearly fixed on your boobs.

“Oh, wow.” he said in awe, groping both breasts.

“Ow, you idiot!” you exclaimed in a mixture of pain and discomfort, swatting Mikey’s hands away rather harshly before crossing your arms over your very tender bust in order to protect it from your extremely handsy husband. “They hurt,” you pouted, looking down at your chest only to see that Mikey’s actions had caused your boobs to once again escape your bra.

Groaning in annoyance, you struck Mikey on his right arm, causing him to let out a tiny whimper. “Now look what you did!”

“I’m sorry,” he said, still rubbing the area where you’d hit him in an effort to soothe it.

“It took me forever to get them to fit and now-“ You burst into tears before you could finish your words and Mikey’s eyes widened at the sudden change in emotion, although his husbandly instincts soon took over and he engulfed you into his embrace.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. Here, I’ll help you get back into it and then we can go shopping for some new ones, alright?”

You nodded into his chest, still crying.

“Good. Maybe then you’ll stop hitting me,” he whispered to himself.

~Week 5~

“Baby, I’m just wondering,” Mikey started as he entered your bedroom. “Is there any particular reason you left the tumble dryer on a repeat cycle with nothing inside?”

“Pregnancy brain,” you mumbled as you climbed into bed, the bathroom tap still running behind you.

~Week 7~

“Pleaseeeee, Mikey,” you whined, snuggling closer to him while putting on your best puppy dog eyes.

“(Y/N), it’s 3am. I have no desire to leave the warmth of my bed to go down to McDonald’s just because you’re craving a McFlurry.”

“But you didn’t buy me more ice-cream, so it’s kinda your fault.”

“I bought 3 tubs 4 days ago!”

“And I ate them! Now I want more.”

“For fuck’s sake, (Y/N),” Mikey groaned as he begrudgingly dragged himself out of bed, grabbing his wallet, phone and jacket before making his way downstairs, leaving a trail of cuss words behind him.

“I love you!”

~Week 8~

You gasped slightly as the doctor squirted the cool jelly onto your stomach, placing the transducer over it shortly after.

“You hear that?” she questioned with a smile. “It’s the heartbeat.”

“Oh my God,” you whispered, laughing deliriously as the realisation of what you were hearing set in. “Mikey, that-that’s our baby,” you gushed, tears welling up in your eyes.

Mikey was at a loss for words, completely dumbstruck by the incredible nature of what was happening inside of you.

“That’s our baby,” he repeated, laughing too before placing a kiss on your temple.

~Week 11~

“(Y/N), I’m telling you,” Pete started, leaning in across the red booth of the diner. “After you have this baby, I’ll order you a cherry pie with a hamburger patty and maple syrup and I guarantee you won’t like it.”

“Well, it tastes like heaven right now, so… MMM,” you closed your eyes as you savoured the delicious taste, while Pete just shook his head at you, a look of pure disgust on his face.

~Week 19~

“Are you sure about this, (Y/N)?” Mikey asked uncertainly, his fingers hesitantly undoing his belt buckle.

“Yes, Mikey,” you confirmed for what seemed like the fiftieth time in the last 10 minutes. “This is one of the last chances we have before I can’t have sex for who knows how long.” You removed your own shirt.

“I just don’t wanna hurt the baby,” he said, slowly crawling over you.

You rolled your eyes at your husband but couldn’t help but feel a wave of affection at how concerned he was. “You’re not gonna hurt the baby. The doctor said it’s perfectly safe, okay?”

He nodded.

“Good. Now shut up and do me.”

~Week 23~

“So, what are you hoping for?” the doctor asks as she moves the transducer over your swollen belly.

“Honestly, it doesn’t really matter to me as long as he or she is healthy. But I’d be lying if I said that I wouldn’t love a little dress shopping buddy.”

You and the doctor shared a giggle before she turned to Mikey.

“What about you, dad?”

“Taking into account that they say that having a girl is karma for all the things you did when you were younger, I think a boy would be the better option.”

You clicked your tongue and shot a glare at Mikey, earning a chuckle from him as well as from the doctor.

“Well, look’s like you’re out of luck,” she said, looking from the screen to the two of you. “Congratulations, mom. It's a girl.”

~Week 29~

Lounging lazily on the couch and flicking through channels, you stifled a yawn as Mikey sat himself next to you.

Positioning himself comfortably, he brought his head down to your stomach, placing a smooch on the right side. Right when his lips made contact with your body, however, the baby let out a huge and unexpected kick, startling Mikey a little and causing you to laugh uncontrollably.

“That little shit just kicked me in the mouth!” he exclaimed in disbelief, joining in with your laughter.

“That’s my girl,” you cooed, rubbing your belly.

~Week 32~

“Anndd this one is from-“

“Lemme guess, (Y/B/F)?” you chuckled, noticing the wrapping paper which matched the giant pile of torn fragments to your right, next to around 20 gifts, all from (Y/B/F). “You didn’t need to get me anything else, hon. Really.” You gestured to her other gifts.

“Yes, I did. I’m gonna be the best damned godmother the world has ever seen,” she stated proudly.

“I just hope you’re gonna be this enthusiastic about babysitting, too.”

“Oh, you know I will be, my love. After all, with you and Mikey as parents, the angel is gonna need someone responsible to look up to.”

Laughter filled the room as you shot a glare at (Y/B/F).

“I kid, I kid,” she defended. “Not really.”

~Week 34~

“Okay, okay, we’re almost there. No peeking. Mind the step. YOU’RE PEEKING! I SAID NO PEEKING!”

“Alright, alright. Jeez. Such a control freak. I’m glad I chose to marry the other brother.”

“Haha,” Gerard laughed sarcastically. “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

You did, and your heart leapt into your throat immediately.

Gerard had done an exquisite job at decorating your daughter’s nursery. The walls were painted all white, except for the one on the right side of the room, where her crib stood. This one was adorned with his drawings of your family along with messages from loved ones, and in the middle was her name.

(Y/D/N) Way.

“Gee… This is… it’s perfect.”

Gerard smiled from ear-to-ear. “That’s good to hear,” he said, pulling you into a side hug while gently rubbing your belly. “Hey, sweetheart. It’s your uncle here. I just wanted to let you know that I love you. Very much. And I can’t wait to meet you.”

~Week 37~

“I changed my mind. I’m not going,” Mikey stated, tossing his suitcase onto the couch.

“Yes, you are! I’m not due for another three weeks, Mikey. I’m sure I can handle not having you around for one weekend, especially since you’re only gonna be a half hour away. Besides,” you walked over to Pete and (Y/B/F) and linked your arms in theirs. “If anything goes wrong – which it won’t – I have these two.”

“Yeah, but-“

“No buts, Mikey. You have thousands of fans who are dying to see you and who paid actual money for your stupid band so.. You. Are. Going,” you said, poking him hard into the chest with every word.

“This is a very abusive relationship, you know that?” he pouted.

“Now that everything’s settled,” you said, ignoring his previous comment and standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Bye, baby. See you in 3 days.”

~2 Days Later ~

“You’re a demon,” Pete said to (Y/B/F), trying to fend her off with a crucifix made from forks.

“I don’t give a shit about what you think, Wentz. I. LOVE. PINEAPPLE. ON. PIZZA,” (Y/B/F) retorted, moaning as she took a bite of pizza that she made sure had a particularly large piece of pineapple on it.

“(Y/N), just tell this crazy person that pineapple does not belong on pizza!”

“Eh, I don’t mind it,” you shrugged.

“WHAT? What drugs are you both on?”

(Y/B/F) and Pete then proceeded to get into a heated argument about pizza toppings.

“Uh… guys?” you squeaked.

They didn’t hear you.

“Guys!”

“What?” they asked in unison.

“Can we have this conversation later? I’m going into labour.”

~About 30 Minutes Later~

Thanks solely to (Y/B/F) and her natural maternal instinct, you were able to make your way to the hospital and into the maternity wing where you were currently residing all before your third contraction hit. (Y/B/N) had managed to grab your already-packed hospital bag, drive you to the emergency room, fill in the necessary paperwork, call Mikey and keep you relatively calm all on her own.

Pete started freaking out from the moment the word ‘labour’ left your lips and didn’t stop until you were lying on a hospital bed. You couldn’t say that he wasn’t any help, though. Seeing him panic so much had a weird calming effect on you.

Another contraction hit and the doctor let you know that you were fully dilated and the baby was ready to be born.

“AHHH! WHERE THE HELL IS MIKEY?!” you screamed.

“I’m here, I’m here, baby!”

A sweaty, disarrayed Mikey practically dived into the room, looking like he’d just run a marathon; the rest of the band followed closely behind, all wearing looks of concern.

“I’m here,” Mikey rushed to your side and placed a quick kiss to your forehead. “Now, push, baby.”

You screamed out in agony as you continuously pushed, wanting to get your daughter out of you as soon as possible.

Just when you thought you might pass out from pain and exhaustion, you heard Mikey exclaim in pure joy.

“Oh, my God. There she is!”

“She looks so much like you, it’s unbelievable,” Mikey whispered while cuddling closer to you and softly caressing your daughter’s tiny hand, gazing lovingly at the small human.

“She’s got Gerard’s nose, though,” you pointed out, ‘booping’ her nose gently.

“You’re right, she does,” he giggled in amazement.

“We’re parents, Mikey,” you said, turning to smile at him.

“Yeah, we are. You did amazing, baby,” he complimented, placing a soft yet loving kiss onto your lips. “I do have one question, though.”

“Mm?”

“The ladder is still mounted to the side of the house, right?”

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Thank you for reading x

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 8 years ago

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Home, Part Three

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: mild language, angst

A/N: This was only suppose to be a very long one shot. No beta this time.

Summary: Your best friend in the whole galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Epilogue

His lips were soft against yours and for a brief moment in time, everything felt amazing. You felt like a 16 year old girl again, having her first kiss. You opened your mouth and he slipped his tongue in, his hand slid up your back. And then it hit you. You weren’t some kid anymore, you were a grown ass woman making out on a balcony, for anyone to see.

You pulled away gently, trying hard forget the familiar taste. “Peter, what the hell.”

“Come on, it’s me,” he slinked his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. “It’s us.”

“We can’t be doing this,” you argued releasing his grip from your waist. “This is insane.”

Peter smirked at you,“This is because of Cappy, isn’t it?”

“This has nothing to do with Steve!”

“It does, you little shit,” Peter laughed softly. “You have the hots for him. Yada, yada. But you can’t tell me you haven’t missed me all this time.”

Your eyes flickered to the glass door and back to Peter. “Of course I’ve missed you. I miss you everyday. I miss home. But what are we doing here?”

He ran a hand through his tussled up hair. “We’re being us.”

“What does that even mean?” you protested.

Peter groaned obnoxiously and looked up to the night sky. “You make everything so damn difficult.”

“Fine!” you growled, crossing your hands against your chest. “Say we did ‘us’. What does that entail? I’m an Avenger, Peter.”

“We could make it work,” he argued with a steady voice.

“Talk about a long distance relationship,” you snide sarcastically. “I like being with the person I’m with. I like talking walks in the park and watching movies. Cooking dinner together, just being a couple. Can you give me that Peter?”

“Can you?” you repeated in a hushed whisper.

You watched him process everything you said, his eyes looked off into the distant, toward the city lights. His hands were folded against his chest and you thought you lost him for good. Peter didn’t like being given ultimatums. Didn’t like being pushed into things, everything with Peter had to happen organically. For someone who did a lot of things on the whim, when it came to his feelings, he was rock steady.

Feelings.

You glanced down at your hands, trying to figure out what your feelings were. Of course, you loved Peter. Always have and always will. But did you really want to try a honest to god real relationship with him? What about Steve? You weren’t in love with him, but the possibility was there. He was kind, sweet, and frankly, perfect. The two of you had some sort of connection from day one. But was it enough? Could it ever compare to what you have with Peter?

“I don’t know,” Peter whispered to you, defeat in his voice. His hands fell to his side and when his moss colored eyes fell upon you, you saw regret. You stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, he gave you a small smile.

“I love you,” you said calmly leaning into his chest. You didn’t want to fight with him, not when your time together was limited. He kissed your forehead and grabbed your hand, the other went to your waist. You laughed as he started to sway the two of you back and forth, he hummed that familiar song and you knew then, everything would be fine.

“I love you, you little shit,” Peter grumbled under his breath. “Come on, let’s go play some more pool.”

“I told you she’d be the first to pass out,” Bucky laughed out in a whisper, gesturing for Steve and Peter to turn around. The two men turn from the pool table, huge smiles form on their faces; you were sleeping on the small love seat facing them. It had been hours of drinking and playing pool, you had opted to watch from the couch where you promptly passed out. Your hand was tucked under your arm, your chest heaved up and down slowly. Both men move forward to you, but Steve hesitated in his steps. Peter tried to hide his victory grin and strolled over to you; he kneeled down and sighed softly.

“Hey, Y/N,” his hand brushed hair from your face. You groaned and subconsciously pushed a hand to Peter’s chest.

“Petey, Yondu’s going to kill you,” your eyes were shut as you murmured in your sleep. Peter laughed and looked over his shoulder; Steve’s eyes went to the floor, he gripped the pool cue in his hand.

“Gah, you know I hate when you call me that,” Peter moved his hand under your side, “Come on, I’ll take you to bed.”

Your eyes opened slightly, a younger version of Peter met you with a soft gaze.

“Yondu’s going to get mad, Peter.”

“Yondu is not going to find out, come on. I want you to listen to something,” he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his small living quarters. You crawled into his twin bed after him, resting your head against his chest. He placed his headphones around your head so they were snuggled against your ears; his fingers pressed the play button on his walkmen.

“What is this?” you questioned, looking up at him. He placed a finger on his lips, signaling you to shush and just to listen for once in your damn life. You sighed and rested back on his chest, your fingers made circles into his white shirt.

“I’m not in love, so don’t forget. It’s just a silly phase I’m going through..”

The smile faded from your mouth, fingers stopped tracing circles into his chest. You fought the urge to storm out and continued to listen to the song.

“I keep your picture. Upon the wall. It hides a nasty stain that's lying there.So don't you ask me

To give it back. I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me. I'm not in love, no no, it's because…”

Peter’s hand played with a strand of your hair, his eyes looked up at the ceiling of the room. He listened to the muffled lyrics of the song from the headphones and wandered if you understood.

“Ooh you'll wait a long time for me. Ooh you'll wait a long time..”

You did understand. Your hand slipped off the headphones and you pulled away from his chest and move onto his body. You straddled his hips and caressed his baby face, Peter looked up at you with a smile.

“I love you, Peter Quill.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“I’m going to put her to bed,” Peter held you up in his arms, tight against his firm chest.

Steve placed his pool cue down and nodded, “Her room is a floor up. I can take her if you want.”

Peter glanced over at Bucky, who couldn’t contain the smug look on his face. “No, I’ll just take her to my room, it’s down the hall. Night dudes.”

Before Steve could object, Peter left the rec room and headed to his temporary quarters. The Captain ran a hand over his face and looked to his friend.

“Don’t start with me, Buck,” he warned.

Bucky held up his hands in defense, “I haven’t said a word.”

“The look on your face says enough,” Steve sat on the edge of the pool table, crossing his hands against his chest.

“Listen punk,” Bucky snapped moving to his side. “You have feelings for Y/N, you better do something about it soon.”

Steve’s face hardened as he stared at Bucky, “What am I supposed to do? Look at the way those two are together.” He ran a hand over his face and hung his head. “ You know, I saw them kissing earlier, on the balcony.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t mean shit. So they have history. Figure something out or else you better forget her, because Peter’s about a 100 points ahead of you my friend.”

“Easier said than done,” Steve murmured.

“You’re Captain freaking America. That girl’s a fool if she doesn’t pick you. Beside, do you really think she’s going to go for the whole ‘boyfriend in outer space’ thing?”

Steve chuckled, “Do you think she’ll go for the whole ‘99 year old boyfriend’ thing?”

A mischievous smirk fell across Bucky’s face as he reached over and patted his best friend’s shoulder. “Only one way to find out.”

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tenpercentsugar · 8 years ago

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1-40!!

1. a song from the year you were bornno diggity x another level 2. a song that reminds you of schoolcalifornia dreamin’ x the mamas and the papas 3. a song tied to a specific moment in your lifethe moment x tame impala 4. a song that is not sung in your native languagehawaiian rollercoaster ride from lilo and stitch hahahaha 5. a song over 5 minutes longnikes x frank ocean 6. a song under 2 minutes longcholesterol x bones 7. an instrumentalresonance x home 8. a classical pieceadagio for strings x barber 9. a song with no percussioni have no idea!! i can’t think of a single song 10. something you’ve heard performed livethings i can’t change x the story so far (fuck me the fuck uppp) 11. something you’d give ANYTHING to hear performed liveperth x bon iver, nature feels x frank ocean, nine is god x wavves, as you are x the weeknd 12. a song by an artist who’s from where you’re from (town/city/state/country)chicago is pretty close to me so making breakfast x twin peaks 13. a song made suddenly precious because of a special someonedeath’s hand x the amity affliction (lookin at u dani) 14. a song made suddenly awful because of a special someoneion let people be the reason i stop fuckin w a song 15. something to BELT SHAMELESSLY/do DIVA HANDS toeverytime we touch x cascada 16. something to SCREAM ALONG towell my favorite song to yell along w rn is a part of me x neck deep 17. a song for ragingyou make me sick x of mice & men 18. a song that demands lipsyncing into a makeshift microphonenew americana x halsey 19. the last song you had stuck in your headwaves x kanye west 20. a song you’re dying to master all the words tothe fast part in the saw is the law x whitechapel 21. a song that you could SLAY at karaokemove along x the all-american rejects 22. a song you can’t help but dance todamn near every song makes me dance lmao but right now it’s i can’t stop x flux pavilion 23. a song that makes you want to dance on a tabletwerkin x kreayshawn 24. a song that makes you wanna STRIPfreek-a-leek x petey pablo 25. a song with a great music videosorry not sorry x bryson tiller 26. a song that makes you act out the music video when you hear iti don’t usually watch music videos but i do the hand thing that fronz does in about that life x attila 27. a song with countingshe x tyler, the creator feat. frank ocean 28. a song with spellinghappy song x bring me the horizon 29. a song with lots of clappingshe’s kinda hot x 5 seconds of summer 30. a song 40 years older than youlike 40 years from the year i was born? uh a live version of hound dog x elvis presley was released in that year 31. a song you wish your parents didn’t know the words tomy mom knows the words to swimming pools x kendrick lamar and i hate that song 32. a song whose lyrics shocked you once you were old enough to understand themif you seek amy x britney spears hahaha that was nuts 33. a song you have ZERO patience forall star x smash mouth 34. a song you’d like your favorite artist to coveri don’t like covers that much to be honest 35. a great song you discovered thanks to a movieif you’re my girl then i’m your man x papa 36. a great song you discovered thanks to televisionalice practice x crystal castles 37. a song you’re ashamed to have in your music libraryall the money x v nasty 38. ok what’s the song you were too ashamed to even post for #37how we roll x alvin and the chipmunks 39. the most played song in your music libraryperth x bon iver definitely 40. favorite disney songyou’ll be in my heart from tarzan ya bish

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shandidellamorte · 5 years ago

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~KISS AU writings 28~

MY BRAIN HAS DONE IT TO ME AGAIN!! Here’s a brand new end of the year AU for you, babies!! Enjoy! <3 Little sad and some suicidal thoughts in the beginning. Just a small warning. But it’ll get better~

~Shandi

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~SIREN AU~

Featured Pairing: Ace Frehley/Paul Stanley

Special Guest : Peter Criss

Summary: Ace Frehley, a famous rock star is convinced his life is going absolutely nowhere..until a literal miracle washes up on his shore. (told from Ace’s POV)

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I have everything I could ever want.

I’m rich. I have the mansion of my dreams..on a fuckin’ beach! A collection of luxury cars. Millions of people adore me. Women would sell their souls for a second of my attention. I should be happy!

But I’m not.

I’m more miserable than I’ve ever been in my entire fuckin’ life.

I’ve got nobody to share anything I have with.

I’m alone.

I decide to take a walk before I drink myself to sleep again. The beach is always really nice around sunset. I love feeling the sand under my feet, still warm from the day. The ocean smells wonderful..at least when the tide is in. The beach is the only thing I’d miss if I decided to end it. I can see dark clouds rolling in. There’s a storm coming..and a violent one too. There’s lighting striking the water in the distance. It’s kinda beautiful. I watch until it starts to rain, then I run inside. Just in time too. It starts to pour a few minutes later. I watch the storm for a while. It’s surprisingly calming. Maybe I’ll skip the booze tonight. Going upstairs to my room I change, opening a window before I settle into the bed. The sounds of the storm lull me into a comfortable sleep. The first I’ve had in a long time. In the morning, the wet sand was the only sign of anything happening last night. I wish I could go out and walk again but I’ve got an interview to go to. A limo’s coming to pick me up in about 20 minutes. Guess it’ll have to wait until I get back.

The interview was absolute shit. I was asked so many embarrassing fuckin’ questions about my love life..or lack there of..that I wanted to punch the interviewer in the face. Fortunately my friend Pete stopped me from makin’ an ass of myself. As we leave the station he puts his arm around me. “Why don’t we go out for a drink?”

“Pete, that’s the best sentence I’ve heard all day~”

We spend the rest of the day at our favorite bar. Pete only has a few drinks but I get fuckin’ wasted. He drives me home. When we pull up to my place he looks at me and frowns. “Sure you don’t want me to stay for a while?” I just wave him off. “Nah nah, Petey! Y’got a wife a’ home remember? I’ll be...fine..!” He shakes his head. “Okay..but I’m gonna walk to to your door so you don’t fall and break your neck or something.” I hang onto him as he helps me out of the car. “Y-you’re m’best friend, Petey..I dunno what I’d do withoutcha~”

“Hopefully you never have to find out.” He takes my keys and unlocks my door, helping me upstairs to my room. He doesn’t bother turning on the lights. “Get some rest okay?” he says, piling me into bed. “You can worry about your clothes in the morning. I don’t want you gettin’ out of this bed. Hear me?”

“Yessir~”

“I’ll call ya in the morning. G’night, Ace.”

As soon as he leaves the room I pass the fuck out.

I’ve got a monster of a headache when I wake up the next morning. I get up, get out of last night’s clothes..a nice warm shower makes me feel at least a little better..go downstairs to the kitchen and chug a glass of water with some tylenol. Once my headache starts going away I go out for another walk. It’s a damn nice morning. Only downside is the smell from the tide being out. I’m still a little hung over, but I think I see someone who’s got it far worse than me. At least..I think it’s a person. I see what I think is hair covered in sand..actually their whole fuckin’ body is half buried in sand! Shit! Maybe they got shipwrecked out there and washed up here! They may still be alive! “Hey are you alright?!” I yell as I run over. They don’t respond. They don’t move. Maybe they are dead. I brush off all the sand and turn them over. It’s a guy. A pretty one too. Fuuuck please don’t be dead. Being directly in the sunlight’s probably not doin’ him any favors either...especially in the middle of summer. Maybe if I take him back to my place I can wake him.. When I gather him in my arms and lift him up my jaw fuckin’ drops. He doesn’t have legs...he’s got a shiny purple tail!!

Holy shit I just found a merman!!

To be Continued!!

#Shandi's drabbles #KISS AU writings #StarChild the Siren~#who doesn't love a good merfolk story~?#please lemme know if you like it

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The 16 Most Beautifully Touching Love Letters From Famous Writers And Artists

1. Allen Ginsburg to poet Peter Orlovsky:

Dear Petey:

O Heart O Love everything is suddenly turned to gold! Dont be afraid dont worry the most astounding beautiful thing has happened here! I dont know where to begin but the most important. When Bill [ed: William S. Burroughs] came I, we, thought it was the same old Bill mad, but something had happened to Bill in the meantime since we last saw him…but last night finally Bill and I sat down facing each other across the kitchen table and looked eye to eye and talked, and I confessed all my doubt and misery and in front of my eyes he turned into an Angel!

What happened to him in Tangiers this last few months? It seems he stopped writing and sat on his bed all afternoons thinking and meditating alone & stopped drinking and finally dawned on his consciousness, slowly and repeatedly, every day, for several months awareness of a benevolent sentient (feeling) center to the whole Creation he had apparently, in his own way, what I have been so hung up in myself and you, a vision of big peaceful Lovebrain…

I woke up this morning with great bliss of freedom & joy in my heart, Bills saved, Im saved, youre saved, were all saved, everything has been all rapturous ever since I only feel sad that perhaps you left as worried when we waved goodby and kissed so awkwardly I wish I could have that over to say goodby to you happier & without the worries and doubts I had that dusty dusk when you left Bill is changed nature, I even feel much changed, great clouds rolled away, as I feel when you and I were in rapport, well, our rapport has remained in me, with me, rather than losing it, Im feeling to everyone, something of the same as between us.

2. Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera:

Diego:

Truth is, so great, that I wouldnt like to speak, or sleep, or listen, or love. To feel myself trapped, with no fear of blood, outside time and magic, within your own fear, and your great anguish, and within the very beating of your heart. All this madness, if I asked it of you, I know, in your silence, there would be only confusion. I ask you for violence, in the nonsense, and you, you give me grace, your light and your warmth. Id like to paint you, but there are no colors, because there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great love.

3. Oscar Wilde to Lord Alred Bosie Douglas (Wilde’s eventual muse):

My Own Boy,

Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that those red rose-leaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing. Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days.

Why are you alone in London, and when do you go to Salisbury? Do go there to cool your hands in the grey twilight of Gothic things, and come here whenever you like. It is a lovely place and lacks only you; but go to Salisbury first.

Always, with undying love, yours, Oscar

4. Eleanor Roosevelt to Lorena Hickok (Eleanor’s long-speculated lover):

Hick, darling

Ah, how good it was to hear your voice. It was so inadequate to try and tell you what it meant. Funny was that I couldnt say je taime and je tadore as I longed to do, but always remember that I am saying it, that I go to sleep thinking of you.

5. Emma Darwin to Charles Darwin:

I cannot tell you the compassion I have felt for all your sufferings for these weeks past that you have had so many drawbacks. Nor the gratitude I have felt for the cheerful & affectionate looks you have given me when I know you have been miserably uncomfortable.

My heart has often been too full to speak or take any notice I am sure you know I love you well enough to believe that I mind your sufferings nearly as much as I should my own & I find the only relief to my own mind is to take it as from Gods hand, & to try to believe that all suffering & illness is meant to help us to exalt our minds & to look forward with hope to a future state. When I see your patience, deep compassion for others self command & above all gratitude for the smallest thing done to help you I cannot help longing that these precious feelings should be offered to Heaven for the sake of your daily happiness. But I find it difficult enough in my own case. I often think of the words Thou shalt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee. It is feeling & not reasoning that drives one to prayer. I feel presumptuous in writing thus to you.

I feel in my inmost heart your admirable qualities & feelings & all I would hope is that you might direct them upwards, as well as to one who values them above every thing in the world. I shall keep this by me till I feel cheerful & comfortable again about you but it has passed through my mind often lately so I thought I would write it partly to relieve my own mind.

6. English poet Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf:

…I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your undumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldnt even feel it. And yet I believe youll be sensible of a little gap. But youd clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it should lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is really just a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shant make you love me any more by giving myself away like this But oh my dear, I cant be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I dont love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defenses. And I dont really resent it.

7. E.B. White to his wife on the occasion of her pregnancy, “written” by their dog:

Dear Mrs. White:

I like having Josephine here in the morning, although I suppose I will get less actual thinking done as I used to do my thinking mornings in the bathroom. White has been stewing around for two days now, a little bit worried because he is not sure that he has made you realize how glad he is that there is to be what the column writer in the Mirror calls a blessed event. So I am taking this opportunity, Mrs. White, to help him out to the extent of writing you a brief note which I havent done in quite a long time but have been a little sick myself as you know. Well, the truth is White is beside himself and would have said more about it but is holding himself back, not wanting to appear ludicrous to a veteran mother. What he feels, he told me, is a strange queer tight little twitchy feeling around the inside of his throat whenever he thinks that something is happening which will require so much love and all on account of you being so wonderful. (I am not making myself clear I am afraid, but on the occasions when White has spoken privately with me about this he was in no condition to make himself clear either and I am just doing the best I can in my own way.) I know White so well that I always know what is the matter with him, and it always comes to the same thing he gets thinking that nothing that he writes or says ever quite expresses his feeling, and he worries about his inarticulateness just the same as he does about his bowels, except it is worse, and it makes him either mad, or sick, or with a prickly sensation in the head. But my, my, my, last Sunday he was so full of this matter which he couldnt talk about, and he was what Josephine in her simple way would call hoppy, and particularly so because it seemed so good that everything was starting at once I mean those things, whatever they are, that are making such a noise over in the pond by Palmer Lewiss house, and the song sparrow that even I could hear from my confinement in the house, and those little seeds that you were sprinkling up where the cut glass and bones used to be all starting at the same time as the baby, which he seems to think exists already by the way he stands around staring at you and muttering little prayers. Of course he is also very worried for fear you will get the idea that he is regarding you merely as a future mother and not as a present person, or that he wants a child merely as a vindication of his vanity. I doubt if those things are true; White enjoys animal husbandry of all kinds including his own; and as for his regard for you, he has told me that, quite apart from this fertility, he admires you in all kinds of situations or dilemmas, some of which he says have been quite dirty.

Well, Mrs. White, I expect I am tiring you with this long letter, but as you often say yourself, a husband and wife should tell each other about the things that are on their mind, otherwise you get nowhere, and White didnt seem to be able to tell you about his happiness, so thought I would attempt to put in a word.

White is getting me a new blanket, as the cushion in the bathroom is soiled.

Lovingly, Daisy

8. Charles Eames’ marriage proposal to Ray Eames:

Dear Miss Kaiser,

I am 34 (almost) years old, singel (again) and broke. I love you very much and would like to marry you very very soon.* I cannot promise to support us very well. but if given the chance I will shure in hell try

*soon means very soon.

What is the size of this finger??

as soon as I get to that hospital I will write reams well little ones.

love xxxxxxxxxx

Charlie

9. Jean-Paul Sartre to Simone de Beauvoir:

My dear little girl

For a long time Ive been wanting to write to you in the evening after one of those outings with friends that I will soon be describing in A Defeat, the kind when the world is ours. I wanted to bring you my conquerors joy and lay it at your feet, as they did in the Age of the Sun King. And then, tired out by all the shouting, I always simply went to bed. Today Im doing it to feel the pleasure you dont yet know, of turning abruptly from friendship to love, from strength to tenderness. Tonight I love you in a way that you have not known in me: I am neither worn down by travels nor wrapped up in the desire for your presence. I am mastering my love for you and turning it inwards as a constituent element of myself. This happens much more often than I admit to you, but seldom when Im writing to you. Try to understand me: I love you while paying attention to external things. At Toulouse I simply loved you. Tonight I love you on a spring evening. I love you with the window open. You are mine, and things are mine, and my love alters the things around me and the things around me alter my love.

My dear little girl, as Ive told you, what youre lacking is friendship. But now is the time for more practical advice. Couldnt you find a woman friend? How can Toulouse fail to contain one intelligent young woman worthy of you*? But you wouldnt have to love her. Alas, youre always ready to give your love, its the easiest thing to get from you. Im not talking about your love for me, which is well beyond that, but you are lavish with little secondary loves, like that night in Thiviers when you loved that peasant walking downhill in the dark, whistling away, who turned out to be me. Get to know the feeling, free of tenderness, that comes from being two. Its hard, because all friendship, even between two red-blooded men, has its moments of love. I have only to console my grieving friend to love him; its a feeling easily weakened and distorted. But youre capable of it, and you must experience it. And so, despite your fleeting misanthropy, have you imagined what a lovely adventure it would be to search Toulouse for a woman who would be worthy of you and whom you wouldnt be in love with? Dont bother with the physical side or the social situation. And search honestly. And if you find nothing, turn Henri Pons, whom you scarcely love anymore, into a friend.

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I love you with all my heart and soul.

10. Honor de Balzac to Countess Ewelina Haska (June, 1835):

MY BELOVED ANGEL,

I am nearly mad about you, as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you do not interpose yourself between them. I can no longer think of nothing but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me. As for my heart, there you will always be very much so. I have a delicious sense of you there. But my God, what is to become of me, if you have deprived me of my reason? This is a monomania which, this morning, terrifies me. I rise up every moment say to myself, Come, I am going there! Then I sit down again, moved by the sense of my obligations. There is a frightful conflict. This is not a life. I have never before been like that. You have devoured everything. I feel foolish and happy as soon as I let myself think of you. I whirl round in a delicious dream in which in one instant I live a thousand years. What a horrible situation! Overcome with love, feeling love in every pore, living only for love, and seeing oneself consumed by griefs, and caught in a thousand spiders threads. O, my darling Eva, you did not know it. I picked up your card. It is there before me, and I talked to you as if you were here. I see you, as I did yesterday, beautiful, astonishingly beautiful. Yesterday, during the whole evening, I said to myself She is mine! Ah! The angels are not as happy in Paradise as I was yesterday!

11. Napoleon Bonaparte to Josphine de Beauharnais:

I am going to bed with my heart full of your adorable image I cannot wait to give you proofs of my ardent love How happy I would be if I could assist you at your undressing, the little firm white breast, the adorable face, the hair tied up in a scarf a la creole. You know that I will never forget the little visits, you know, the little black forest I kiss it a thousand times and wait impatiently for the moment I will be in it. To live within Josephine is to live in the Elysian fields. Kisses on your mouth, your eyes, your breast, everywhere, everywhere.

12. John Keats to Fanny Brawne:

My sweet love, I shall wait patiently till tomorrow before I see you, and in the mean time, if there is any need of such a thing, assure you by your Beauty, that whenever I have at any time written on a certain unpleasant subject, it has been with your welfare impressd upon my mind. How hurt I should have been had you ever acceded to what is, notwithstanding, very reasonable! How much the more do I love you from the general result! In my present state of Health I feel too much separated from you and could almost speak to you in the words of Lorenzos Ghost to Isabella

Your Beauty grows upon me and I feel A greater love through all my essence steal.

My greatest torment since I have known you has been the fear of you being a little inclined to the Cressid; but that suspicion I dismiss utterly and remain happy in the surety of your Love, which I assure you is as much a wonder to me as a delight. Send me the words Good night to put under my pillow.

Dearest Fanny, Your affectionate J.K.

13. Lord Byron to Teresa Guiccioli (August, 1819):

My dearest Teresa,

I have read this book in your garden;–my love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer was a friend of mine. You will not understand these English words, and others will not understand them,–which is the reason I have not scrawled them in Italian. But you will recognize the handwriting of him who passionately loved you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours, he could only think of love.

In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most so in yours–Amor mio–is comprised my existence here and hereafter. I feel I exist here, and I feel I shall exist hereafter,–to what purpose you will decide; my destiny rests with you, and you are a woman, eighteen years of age, and two out of a convent. I love you, and you love me,–at least, you say so, and act as if you did so, which last is a great consolation in all events.

But I more than love you, and cannot cease to love you. Think of me, sometimes, when the Alps and ocean divide us, –but they never will, unless you wish it.

14. Voltaire to Olympe Dunover, written while in prison for their affair:

I am a prisoner here in the name of the King; they can take my life, but not the love that I feel for you. Yes, my adorable mistress, to-night I shall see you, and if I had to put my head on the block to do it.

For heaven’s sake, do not speak to me in such disastrous terms as you write; you must live and be cautious; beware of madame your mother as of your worst enemy. What do I say? Beware of everybody; trust no one; keep yourself in readiness, as soon as the moon is visible; I shall leave the hotel incognito, take a carriage or a chaise, we shall drive like the wind to Sheveningen; I shall take paper and ink with me; we shall write our letters.

If you love me, reassure yourself; and call all your strength and presence of mind to your aid; do not let your mother notice anything, try to have your pictures, and be assured that the menace of the greatest tortures will not prevent me to serve you. No, nothing has the power to part me from you; our love is based upon virtue, and will last as long as our lives. Adieu, there is nothing that I will not brave for your sake; you deserve much more than that. Adieu, my dear heart!

Arout (Voltaire)

15. Henry VIII to Anne Boleyn:

TO MY MISTRESS. Because the time seems very long since I heard concerning your health and you, the great affection I have for you has induced me to send you this bearer, to be better informed of your health and pleasure, and because, since my parting from you, I have been told that the opinion in which I left you is totally changed, and that you would not come to court either with your mother, if you could, or in any other manner; which report, if true, I cannot sufficiently marvel at, because I am sure that I have since never done any thing to offend you, and it seems a very poor return for the great love which I bear you to keep me at a distance both from the speech and the person of the woman that I esteem most in the world: and if you love me with as much affection as I hope you do, I am sure that the distance of our two persons would be a little irksome to you, though this does not belong so much to the mistress as to the servant.

Consider well, my mistress, that absence from you grieves me sorely, hoping that it is not your will that it should be so; but if I knew for certain that you voluntarily desired it, I could do no other than mourn my ill-fortune, and by degrees abate my great folly. And so, for lack of time, I make an end of this rude letter, beseeching you to give credence to this bearer in all that he will tell you from me.

Written by the hand of your entire Servant, H.R.

16. Leo Tolstoy to Valeria Arsenev (November, 1856):

I already love in you your beauty, but I am only beginning to love in you that which is eternal and ever previous your heat, your soul. Beauty one could get to know and fall in love with in one hour and cease to love it as speedily; but the soul one must learn to know. Believe me, nothing on earth is given without labour, even love, the most beautiful and natural of feelings.