#he falls first but she falls harder

[pradnyahalankar081099]

Webtoon of the year! May be meant to be ! Status: on hiatus (season 1 complete)

Author: Honeyskein/ Damcho

[the-crooked-library]

okay but like, as much as I am a fervent proponent of “not every ship should get married and in fact some of them would Never” - especially in context of enemies-to-lovers - I hope that everyone who sees me posting like that knows I am not talking about Spuffy. in fact, I would go so far as to say they are the two characters most willing and even desperate to get married that I’ve ever seen.

one of Buffy’s most persistent struggles is her right to girlhood and the inevitable expiration date she faces as the Slayer. she’s forced to fight and claw for every possible milestone that other girls around her take for granted - trying out for the cheer squad, running for prom queen, going to college, etc. one of the nightmares she has after killing Angel is about being unable to be a bride and get married. in Something Blue, she throws herself into wedding planning with a passion that speaks to her having daydreamed about it. in most cases, her commitment issues veer toward clinging rather than avoidance, and marriage is absolutely one of those beautiful, unreachable things that were ripped away from her when the Powers chose her. it haunts her.

Spike is probably even more obvious - he’s a man from Victorian England, a society that held marriage on a pedestal. furthermore, he is fundamentally a creature of devotion, never straying from Drusilla for over a century, and then from Buffy even after she was dead. their desperation is also quite similar - Spike’s original community had considered him undesirable, barring him from a love match; and while a union may have been arranged for him as a human, his vampirism took that option away entirely, in the same way that Buffy’s becoming did it. during Something Blue, he is just as committed to planning the minutiae of the wedding as Buffy is, even though they could’ve just decided to do it at the courthouse and get it over with under a shoehorned pretext. he’s been dreaming of a wedding for 150 years, let’s be real

Spuffy would’ve gone insane about a wedding. they would’ve fallen in love worse. they would have threatened each other with divorce constantly but stayed married anyway for however long they lived. hell, they should’ve done it just for the CPS reasons in season 6, just imagine having to hide it from everyone except the government, lest Anya thinks they’re trying to steal her thunder

[pjs-everyday]

Lies 🌹💔💫 // Twiyor Month @twiyorbase

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Cardigan

Summary: Spencer Reid x Fe!Reader (BAU Agent) -> A case, a cardigan and a life time of memories help both you and Spencer realise something about yourselves.

Disclaimer: Not proof read. Mentions of Criminal Minds level violence. 16+. Fluff, pining. Descriptions of being attacked and falling into a river (but ends safely). Garcia sorting out two blind oblivious idiots. Happy Ending.

23:49

Usually, people were asleep close to midnight. Usually, people were dreaming of their favourite TV show and character, imagining a world where they worked alongside them or danced the night away with them in a ballroom that could make a Disney Live-Action movie jealous. 

However, that was not what you were doing. 

Instead, you were opening up your bathroom door and walking back inside your hotel room. The carpet a little rough beneath your feet, you unravelled your hair from the towel and began ringing out what was left of the water from your shower. 

Moving over to your closet, you pulled open the door and found what you were looking for. 

A cardigan. 

The Cardigan. 

The one you wore whenever you were in need of a little comfort because, despite owning it and washing it multiple times over the years, it was still him. 

One touch of the fabric and it was like being transported back to the day he gave it to you. Or, at least, let you borrow it then proceed to keep it. 

The case had been in Colorado. 

Four female students had gone missing in the space of two months. And, as much as it could be considered a coincidence, they all matched the same description and had last been seen at a convenience store, with fresh spray paint of their single initial. 

And, on the fourth night of the case, you were at such a place. 

All it had been for was a snack run for yourself, JJ and Morgan. However, as you began walking back down the street, you heard the shake of a spray-paint can and, the minute the stranger found your eyes, they set off running. 

And so did you. 

Making a call on your way, you shared your location with Garcia who patched in Morgan and Reid from the precinct. 

“Hey, wait! Stop!”

Round a back alley corner, you lost them. You walked further up to see if you could find a trail, however, all you found was a small bridge and a river. 

And as you looked around, from behind you, you felt someone try and run you down and it became a struggle. 

Fighting back and forth until he took hold of your jacket and pulled you over the edge with him. 

Disorientated from the fall, you struggled to find your way back up to the surface and when you did, you were only dragged back down. 

However, in all the commotion, a light came from the bridge and your attacker suddenly let go and, from the waves of the water, began swimming away as fast as he could. 

Coughing up the last of the water, you pulled yourself up the edge of the riverbank, laying on your back until your heart rate slowed down enough for you to catch a decent breath. 

“Hey, hey! Y/n! Look at me.”

Turning on your side, you tiredly pushed Morgan’s hand down from your face. “I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“Do you think you can stand it?”

You nodded. “Just give me a minute.”

“What the hell happened?”

“You mean other than me being dragged into a river giving me flashbacks of college?”

“Y/n!? Y/n?! Are you okay?”

“She’s fine, pretty boy.” Morgan called back up the riverbank as Reid made his way down. 

“Are you sure?!”

“I’m fine, Spencer. I swear.”

Having made his way to your side, he kneeled down a little, checking you over. Only when he touched your skin did you realise you must have hit your head under the water on something because it was stinging from an open cut. 

“Sorry,” Spencer said as you hissed. 

“It’s okay, Just…help me up.”

Spencer did as he was told and Morgan led the way back up the bank. 

By the time you made it back to the precinct, considering it was closer than the hospital and they already had a paramedic waiting, JJ and some other officers had found the Spray Paint runner, and had pictures taken of the job he had done outside of the store. 

Having taken a shower in the locker room, Emily passed you through some of your spare clothes which consisted of a black t-shirt and some grey joggers. You were sitting in the hallway, your hair was damp and still dripping a little around your shoulders. Meanwhile, in your hands lay one of the pictures the CSI had taken. 

It could have been a coincidence, but more than likely it wasn’t. 

It was your initial. 

A shiver had taken hold of your body, whether from the truth or the cold you didn’t know. 

“Hey, here.”

From down the hall, Spencer approached you and removed his cardigan. “You’re cold.”

“I’m fine, Spence.”

“You fell in a river and now have washed, wet hair in a building filled with AC. You’re cold. Here.”

With a slight smile, you took the cardigan from him and in almost an instant, it warmed you. It had been warmed by him and now it was warming you. 

“Thank you.”

Spencer smiled, looking around before picking up the towel that was laid over the back of your chair. 

“Here.”

Slowly pulling your hair around to one side, Spencer rang out the last of the water with the towel. 

“Did they get him?”

Your voice was quieter than usual. 

“The spray painter? Yes. Hotch has him in interrogation right now. Morgan and Emily are out looking for the guy who attacked you.”

You just nodded, part of your brain reliving the attack. 

From the back of your neck, Spencer could see a large bruise. It wasn’t too bad, but he knew it still hurt you considering whenever you moved in your seat, it seemed a struggle. 

“But I don’t match the MO.” 

This was something you couldn’t wrap your head around. You were out of college age range. The girls kidnapped didn’t have the same features. Similar, perhaps. But not the same. You hadn’t been in any similar places, other than the convenience store. 

“We’re thinking that perhaps he revisited some of the old sites.”

“And I’m the one that is closest to his victims…”

Spencer nodded and you took a deep breath, handing him the picture. “I can’t keep looking at that.”

You both sat in silence for a few minutes until Spencer finished and placed the towel down on the back of the chair again. 

“I was thinking about picking up some food, how about you come with me?”

Taking in a breath, you collapsed your hands between your knees and stood. “Yeah. Let me just use the bathroom.”

Spencer nodded, watching you push the door to the ladies room open, before Hotch walked over. 

“You’re taking her out?”

“Yeah, I thought it would be best.”

Hotch nodded. “Maybe try and get her to talk about it. See what she remembers. Anything that can help us track down the attacker.”

“Ready to go?” Spencer said, watching as you came out of the bathroom door. 

“Yeah.”

Sitting in the passenger seat, Spencer drove through the small town, and a little down the highway towards the only decent diner close to the town. 

In the passenger seat, you kept your eyes fixed on the scenery outside the window whilst the scent from Spencer’s cardigan blocked out the scent from the cheap shampoo one of the officers had found in a locker. 

Every now and again Spencer would glance over at you, that swirling feeling in his stomach getting stronger and stronger. When Garcia had patched the call through, he had heard your voice and something dropped in his stomach. He tried his best to remain calm, asking where you were and what you saw but when you went quiet, just before he heard a grunt in pain, his heart dropped. 

Spencer had met you in the Academy. 

Like himself, you too had been a child prodigy of sorts so you were around his age, too. Often, you found yourself in the same circles, however a small part of each of you seemed to compete against one another. 

An exam, a race, a training course. 

However, neither of you were too focused on your small rivalry to not help when the other needed it. 

After all, after Hotch, you were the one to help Spencer continue to hold his gun licence. 

And he was the one to help you finish up paperwork on those late nights. 

And when he saw your body unmoving on the side of the riverbank, it felt like his heart was shattering. 

It felt like you had been there for most of his life and you had, at least, for his adult life. And the thought that you wouldn’t be there for the rest of it brought such pain to him…he didn’t know what to do other than try his best to remember your voice and the way your hand fit into his as he helped you up from the grass and how you felt, leaning against him on the drive back. 

He didn’t want to let you go, so when Hotch said someone should watch you, he was the first to say yes. 

He’d known you the longest and, for what it was worth, he knew you trusted him enough that if you wanted to open up, it, in one way or another, would have been to him. 

And he was right, by the time he pulled up outside of the diner, you explained all that you could remember to him. From the turnings you took, to the feeling of being under the water and having a split second of thinking you wouldn’t make it back to the surface. 

And when you cried, wiping away the tears on your cheeks with the sleeve of his cardigan, Spencer unbuckled his belt and reached over, hugging you so tight it was like if he ever let go, he would stop breathing. 

You thought back to that night as you slipped your arms through the sleeves. 

There had been a couple of different nights after that, that you thought of when you took in the feel and smell of The Cardigan. 

One such night had been when Spencer and JJ had been out in the field. You had stayed back with Garcia, however that same feeling of having someone pull your heart so far back in your chest it began to hurt your spine, washed over you again. 

The only thing that helped settle it was wearing his cardigan. 

It was rare you did wear it, however when you did it was often for comfort and to settle your nerves from whatever was happening. 

Garcia didn’t say anything, but she smiled. 

She’d seen you wear The Cardigan when you came back from the Colorado case, and when you were stuck in the office late at night a few months later, and whenever she called someone on the jet when you fell asleep on Spencer’s shoulder, his head resting on yours. 

But this was the confirmation she needed. 

Both against you, and Spencer. 

So, when nightfall came and you had decided to wait for the rest of the team to get back, she finally said something. 

You had been sitting at your desk, leaning back in your chair, a pencil poked through your hair whilst a pen twirled in your hand. 

“You should talk to him.”

“What?”

Garcia smiled. “Reid. You should talk to him.”

“Why?” your stomach dropped. “Is everything okay? He’s not-”

Garcia shook her head. “He’s okay. But, you should talk to him.”

“Why?”

Penelope placed a hand on your shoulder, the soft wool of the cardigan under her palm. 

“This is his.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. 

“If you're worried he doesn’t feel the same?” Garcia pinched the fabric and shook it a little. “This is proof he does.”

“What are you-”

“For being a top profiler, you guys sure don’t know how to read a love story when it’s right in front of you.”

“Pen-”

Garcia just smiled again. “Talk to him. You’ll be surprised.”

She took her leave from there, calling out her goodbyes from the entrance door. Not too long after that, the rest of the team walked back through the door to collect the rest of their things, and if you weren’t mistaken, they all seemed to have a quiet smile on their face when they spotted what you were wearing. 

However, in the end, it was just you and Spencer. And Garcia’s words kept circling around in your head. 

“Hey, Spence?”

He turned around. 

And you chickened out. 

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I- it doesn’t matter.”

“Oh, okay. Well…goodnight.”

“Night.”

What you didn’t notice as Spencer left was when he took another look. You had your back to him, so he could take a slightly longer look. The feeling in his heart grew a little more as he took in the memory of you in his cardigan. 

You had tried to give it back, sneakily. However, he thinked you looked better in it. And, due to the feeling in his heart, it would forever be yours. So, he made sure to be out of the office before you one night so, when you found it looped through your bag, you had no other option but to keep it. 

And now, with it holding your body. Holding your soul. You took in its scent. 

You had been in love with Spencer since shortly after you had both joined the BAU. He was the first familiar face you saw when you landed in the office. He’d already been there at least five years, maybe bordering on six when you joined. And all it had taken was a simple coffee order. 

You had changed your coffee order since you’d both been graduates since the Academy, however, despite the change…Spencer didn’t have to ask. 

He turned up at the door of your apartment, holding out the cup for you when you opened the door to let him inside. 

All he did was stand in your apartment and look around, whilst you drank him in. You’d both changed over the years and of course you had liked him, ever since you first met him. Anyone that took the time to know him, liked him, too. 

But there was something. 

Maybe it was his confidence. 

Maybe it was the fact he knew your favourite coffee order after six years of not seeing one another. 

But either way, you knew. 

You knew you loved him. 

A familiar knock came to the door of your hotel room, knocking you out of your memories and back into reality. 

An hour later, you were sitting downstairs with the others, examining all the old case files, begging for something to jump out. 

JJ sighed and threw one of the finished case files onto the table. “I’m beat. I can’t find anything. I think if I close my eyes, I can see the text written on the back of my eyelids.”

The others felt the same so it wasn’t long before they, one by one, went to bed. 

Leaving just yourself and Spencer by the warming fire. 

As it approached four in the morning, you closed your file and rubbed your eyes. 

“Anything?”

“Nothing.”

“I think I’m gonna go to bed. If I look at this case file much longer, I’m gonna be like JJ.”

However, despite wishing to go to bed, you must have fallen asleep on the sofa as a few moments later, Spencer’s hand was on your shoulder. 

“Hey, you fell asleep.”

“Oh.”

“I would have left you, but you’ll probably wake up with a stiff neck.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Spencer helped you sit up and you watched him tidy away a couple of the case files. They were safe enough in the boxes considering the entire team had all the rooms in the hotel booked out. 

Once he had done that, you tidying up a few of the boxes, Spencer fixed the fire guard in front of the diminishing flames when you stood and said;

“Goodnight, or…Good morning or…whichever it is. I’ll see you when I wake up.”

“I love you.”

That stopped you in your tracks and woke you up. 

With you back still to Spencer, you took a moment to breathe. Maybe you had just imagined it. 

You heard Spencer whisper something to himself, a small battle growing large in his head over letting those three words slip. 

Until, he said them again. 

And this time you heard him crystal clear. 

“I love you.”

Turning around slowly, you were soon met with his own back.

“What?”

Your voice, despite how much you thought you had your emotions in check, wavered. 

Spencer turned around to face you. “I-I’m sorry. I-I should just let you-”

“Spencer, wait-”

You practically jumped forward, reaching out for him to stop. And he did. 

“Say it again.”

Standing so close to him, the heat you felt…you couldn’t tell if it was from the diminishing embers or from Spencer himself. 

“I love you.”

“Do you…” you swallowed, looking down for a moment, feeling his fingers trace yours. You finally looked back up to his face. “Do you mean it…as in…”

“M-more than what we are.” 

It was his turn for his voice to shake. 

“Are you…sure that you…”

“Sure enough, like how I know how…how to…breathe. Although, right now I don’t know how much of that is true because…because I don’t know how to-”

You placed a hand on his chest but Spencer’s own hand came to cover yours and moved it over his heart. 

“I’d say you’re breathing.”

Spencer smiled. “Good.”

“I love you. I-I don’t know what this means, or what it will do and, honestly, I didn’t mean to tell you like this but I was thinking and then, I started overthinking and, I don’t know, when you said goodnight, I meant to say it back and then I-”

“Spence. Spencer,” you tried your best to slow him down. His heart was practically beating out of his chest. “I love you, too.”

“You-you love me, too?”

“I do.”

“You do?”

You nodded, holding his face in your hands. “I do. I love you, too, Spencer. I-I always have.”

From your hips, one of Spencer’s hands stopped at your waist, pulling you in just a little bit closer until your body was flushed with his before allowing his other to move further up, brushing the hair from your face and across your back. His finger traced the shape of your face, before settling under your jaw, bringing your face closer to his. 

He took it slow. 

Even despite the fact you had reciprocated his feelings of love, he gave you time to opt out. To say no. to push him away. 

Flicking his eyes from your own, to your lips and back again. The first touch of his lips against yours was soft, barely fleeting. 

Until you kissed back. 

Your relaxed hands pulled him slightly closer, first by his neck, then by the collar of his shirt. All the while, his arms snaked around you, holding you flush against him. 

“I might be a few years late in asking, but,” Spencer said once he finally managed to catch his breath. “Can I take you on a date?”

“Yes. Yes, Spencer. You can take me on a date.”

Years Later...

“Did I ever tell you you look good in this?”

“Your cardigans, you mean?” You smiled as Spencer took hold of your hand and pulled you closer. “Oh, every day. But I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“Well, you do.”

With a smile as he pulled you down and onto his lap, you kissed him, your arms coming around his neck and across his shoulders. 

“Good.”

It had been four years since Spencer had first admitted his feelings for you and, even if life had sent you both through trials and tribulations, you’d both made it alive, together and stronger than ever. 

It hadn’t taken that long for the rest of the team to figure out something had finally happened between you two, however, it still had taken a while. It was only because Morgan recognised a second cardigan that had belonged to Spencer less than a week earlier suddenly wrapped around you one late evening. 

“And speaking of cardigans…” you sat up a little straighter to see Spencer as he leaned his head back to take you in fully. 

He still looked at you with as much love and adoration as he had done that early morning in the hotel. Perhaps even more. 

“We’re gonna need to buy a couple more.”

“Didn’t you just buy one yesterday?”

“Perhaps,” you nodded. “But this one isn’t for you, well…us…exactly.” 

It hadn’t taken long for you to start wearing Spencer’s cardigans on a daily basis, but he was more than agreeable to it considering whenever he saw you in one of his, his heart soared and he knew you felt safe in them, too. 

“What do you mean?”

“Well, considering ours might be a little too big…”

Then it clicked for Spencer. 

“You’re…”

From a small pocket in your cardigan, you pulled out a positive pregnancy test. 

“You’re gonna be a dad, Spence.”

Tears already starting to fall from your eyes, you watched as Spencer welled up and with a shaking hand took hold of the test to look at it. 

“You’re pregnant?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“You’re pregnant!”

“I’m pregnant!”

In a sweeping kiss, Spencer pulled you closer as you slid down and lay against his side, your legs still over his. 

“We’re gonna have a baby.” Spencer smiled, turning from the pregnancy test to you with a smile unlike any other you’d ever seen on his face. 

“We’re gonna have a baby.”

[pip3dream]

he fell first and harder.

but it’s Ash Morgenstern and Dru Blackthorn.

[mariapaperplanes]

if you haven't watched My Lady Jane, I mean it, what the HELL have you been doing with your life!?!

[garvalhaminho]

matthew developing more romantic feelings towards lucie had so much comedic potential. love triangle between a blond and a corpse and she still would've chosen the corpse

[clubartaesthetic]

enemies to lovers

[jadebat7]

the long game?

pro volleyball!iwaizumi x popstar!reader

summary: following the events of 12 long months, iwaizumi and y/n go from perfect strangers to the newest bombshell couple.

incomplete!! inconsistent updates

reader aesthetic | iwaizumi aesthetic | moodboard

yns fan group | highschool sweethearts

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Daughter | Part 1

Synopsis: Amryn didn't remember much about her mother or father, having been taken from them earlier on in life. But she knew one thing, they had been pirates.

Now she was a part of a traveling circus and after one fateful day she runs into a certain wannabe king of the pirates, Monkey D. Luffy.

The lush green forest of Tabitha Grove could be seen as far as the eye could see. Pirates of all backgrounds roamed the town for it had one rule, no fighting.  

Tabitha Grove was known for its peace. It had been known as a safe place for all people. That was until the fire that started on the west side of the island. It always confused Amryn on why it started there.  

The west was closest to the ocean and was secluded. It was an open field of the flowers and greenery native to the island. It also happened to hold the only Nomu Numo flowers. A Pink flower that was given to certain children of the island. This flower supposedly allowed its user to seek a higher power. The ability to hit pressure points but more effective. With the right training a person could block Haki . But sadly, all masters of this ability died in the fires.  

Uncle never talked about the fires. He said it was worthless to dwell on the past but I believe it’s deeper than an accidental fire that swept an entire nation. A fire that killed everyone. Everyone except me, Uncle, and my mother's killers.  

My days were spent reading up on whatever I could find about Nomu Numo abilities (which wasn’t much) and training for the Lonely Muse Circus.  

The Lonely Muse Circus was a traveling circus that showed off ‘freaks’ to average people. I had grown accustomed to the looks of disgust whenever I did my routine. I was naturally insanely flexible. When people say that their bodies are their temples, it’s serious for me. Without meditation and Nomu Numo stretched, I wouldn’t be where I am.  

I was mid-stretch when Leo, our tiger wrangler, popped into the temporary tent. My legs were stretched in a split, my palms pressed against the palm as I took in deep breathes periodically. An important part of Tabitha Grove was staying calm, hence the no arguing or fighting laws.  

“I know you hate being interrupted during your meditation sessions but Ring Leader Kuang is angry...” Leo’s voice was soft, like always. It was impossible to be angry at him at all. I crack open my eyes and look up at him. His blond hair was down to his lower back, his face full of baby fat. He was cute and likable, which is why Kuang kept him around.  

“Why’s the old man mad?” I asked as my hands reach behind me. I clasp my hands together and stretch backwards, feeling a tenseness leaving me quickly.  

“Well, a group of pirates have landed...” Leo says as he sits down in front of me on the floor. He crosses his legs and stares me down with big blue eyes. I blink at him, unaffected by his charm. Leo had a habit of leaving a trail of broken hearts when we packed up tent and left. The worst part was he didn’t even know he was.  

“And?” I question. Ring Leader Kuang, or Kuang/Old Man to me, was always without fail angry at something or another. But getting upset over pirates was just silly. We were constantly traveling; we interacted with them all the time. Sure, the old man was always careful around them, but why was he angry?  

“It’s the Straw Hat... The ones who defeated Arlong...” It was then that everything made sense.  

As much as I hated it, the circus was connected to the Arlong Pirates. When they fell apart at the end of Straw Hat, Kuang was pissed off. He lost a source of protection and profit. Some Arlong pirates worked with us on the road and protected us. It was very dangerous after all.  

“Ah...” I say softly before standing from my position on the floor. “Makes sense... he did lose some pocket change after Arlong was defeated.” I grumble as I reach for my nearby water bottle. I take a sip as I hear Leo choke on air behind me. “It wasn’t pocket change though Am! Three more payments and he’d have been able to get rid of his debt...” Leo had a serious case of Stockholm syndrome. After being taken in without a choice, he suddenly felt indebted to Kuang. Constantly defending his name because he felt like he had to.  

I held back an eyeroll as I turn to face Leo again. “Leo, if you’re going to sit here and defend the old man then leave.” I huff. I had to stay calm; things wouldn’t be well if I wasn’t.  

Leo stood, his eyes angry and his voice holding a bit of bite. I would've been proud of him for sticking up for himself if it hadn’t been me, he was talking back to.  

“You have no right-”  

“Don’t be pretentious Leo, it doesn’t suit you. You can hold him upon a high horse all you want, but I will not sit here and pretend like Arlong was a good guy. His actions never benefited me. Only the old man. So yes, I have every right to say what I want.” Leo’s eyes seem to gleam with tears and I knew he would run off and cry. I tsked at this, embarrassing him further.  

Life in the circus was not good on the inside. It was like a rotten melon that looked perfect on the outside only to be cracked open and have the world look at its moldy insides.  

For some amazing reason the Straw Hat and his crew of misfits decided to attend our first show on the island we were on. I couldn’t even remember which island we currently resided on. That was Uncles job, to make sure we arrived safe and sound.  

My long black hair was down, my symmetrical bangs framed my face the way Kuand liked. I was wearing a loose pink skirt with a tight matching tank top. My feet bare to make my job easier. The outfit always felt silly. At first, I thought it was pretty, when I first joined the circus that is. Now it seemed so needlessly silly.  

The outfits, the big smiles, the strong eyeliner, everything was a fake show of what Kuang wanted us to be viewed as. Funny how we as a circus fought to be perfect but would never be seen as such. We would all be seen as misfits who had nowhere to go. That’s what the circus was. A moving homeless shelter basically.  

My hand came up to my chest, clutching the gold locket Uncle had given me the other day. Our conversation led to me ignoring him. It was a selfish decision to ignore him because I didn’t like how truthful his words were. I should have argued back, yelled maybe. But I haven’t been able to break down like that in a while. Because breaking is a sign of weakness.  

“You’re on Amryn.” Uncle said, his smile making my facade crack slightly. His face was so old, so used. He had seen so much. He saw the land he was raised on, the land he ran on as a child burned for an unknown reason. And yet, he was able to smile at me like I hadn’t been avoiding him like the plague.  

Instead of talking or doing anything mature, I walked by him and stood in front of the curtain.  

It was now or never. I could grow, change and become a better person by accepting my faults. I could hug Uncle, that would show how much he meant to me. But the last person to truly give and receive a hug from me was my mother.  

And I wasn’t ready to grow up and be mature.  

So, with that, I proceeded with my routine. The one I choregraphed and perfected throughout the years. I heard the first keys of the piano and slowly stuck my leg out form the curtain. A light applause came from the stands.  

With careful and calculated steps, I begin walking from behind the curtain. My moves were smooth as I moved about the floor. I stretched when needed, extended my body, and put on an emotional face to throw everything together.  

My eyes scanned the crowd and, bingo. The straw hat stood out form the crowd. He sat on the edge of his seat, watching me carefully. Before I could even think about my actions, I sent a joking wink his way. It all seemed worth it though because in that moment, he laughed.  

It was joyous and loud. It didn’t sound like it came from his gut but more so his heart. His eyes crinkled and his mouth spread into a wide smile. ‘ God he must be stupid, how'd a wink make him laugh like that ?’  

Before I could continue my routine, yells began to come from behind the curtain. I watched as the red and white circus tent ruffled before a fishman, one of Arlongs, came in with the angriest of looks on his face.  

 “STRAW HAT!” The fishman yelled as he glimpsed through the crowd. He seemed to have my luck and found the pirate quickly. His eyes seemed to grow darker and his smile sharper. He tried to run past me and before I could even think, my hand shot out.  

With two fingers from each hand, I hit three pressure points. One on the left side of his neck making his arms go limp, one on his back making his knees buckle, and finally one more on the right side of his neck making him pass out.  

The fishman fell face first onto the sandy floor. “I don’t appreciate people ruining my routine...” I scoffed before stepping over his body. He seemed to come to quickly, his mind registering what happened quickly. While I didn’t make him pass out for like, his limbs would be out of commission for thirty minutes.  

“Y-you little! You so quick to betray us? Betray Arlong!” He words seemed to snap me out of my thoughts. I paused my steps and turned to look at him. With action seemed to cause most of the guest to leave, but the straw hats hadn’t moved from their spots.  

“I never worked with that disgusting excuse of a living being. Hell, I barely knew the man. But you, yes you big chin, you are nothing to me. Neither was Arlong. I simply cannot betray someone I was never tied to in the first place.” And with that I turned on my heel and began walking away from the fishman.  

“WORTHLESS HUMANS-” He continued to scream, making me wish I had the abilities to silence someone via pressure points.  

“You worthless piece of-” Kuang stopped himself before he continued insulting me. I had put on my brown jacket that Uncle had gotten me for my 18 th birthday. Changing out of my routine outfit felt like peeling off my skin and becoming the real, genuine me.  

 He glared down at me as I sat in front of him, arms crossed over his chest. “You have no idea what you’ve done...” He began another tirade. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.  

“Those guys felt indebted to us... our only protection and you ruined it!” He growled his words out and I could tell he had plenty more insults building up inside his walnut sized brain.  

“It was self-defense-” I lied through my teeth. I still had no idea why I did that to the fishman. He didn’t necessarily do anything to me. But seeing him run towards the smiling, innocent straw hat caused me to take action I suppose.  

“Don’t lie to me!” He roared; his anger heard throughout the entire tent. Extras were currently wrapping up the evening. Sadly, this was only day one of three on the island and I couldn’t wait to leave it.  

I didn’t flinch nor budge at his raising voice. After dealing with Kuang for so long, his temper tantrums became one in the likes of a child whose parent told them no. “You’re being dramatic Kaung.” I said, raising my pinky finger and itching my year. “Plus, your yelling is extra loud today.”  

Kuang and I never got along. We were like water and sesame seed oil, never able to mix or get along. Never able to live in the same space without feeling the urge to rip the other a new one. While Kuang would threaten to kick me to the curb, he needed me. Uncle would most likely leave with me and my routine was a classic.  

“Stop talking girl and listen.” At his tone I perked up slightly, he was angrier than usual... “Listen you insolent brat, we needed those men. They hold more power than you think and you’ve ran one of them off. What happens when he comes back with more? Suddenly we’ve got those animals attacking us!” It was then that I flinched back.  

Something about the fish men being called animals didn’t sit well with me. It was well known knowledge that a good number of humans hated fish men and the animosity was returned from fish men. I knew Kuang was a no-good money hungry trash-wad but this was a new level of evil. My lips form a frown and I stand from my seat.  

“That’s incredibly unnecessary Kuang and you know it! Those fish men helped you for years and suddenly they are just animals to you?” My words weren’t necessarily poetic but I knew my tone held more than just simple anger.  

“Oh, don’t act like you care!” His words seemed demeaning in a way, like he was down taking me. Or worse, trying to gaslight me. “You never once cared for them!” I shake my head, denying his words with vigor.  

“What you aren’t going to do is make me out to be some evil maniac because we all know you’ve snatched that title.” I practically spit the words out. I stopped respecting Kuang long ago and I couldn’t imagine ever respecting him again. Sure, I’d probably never have had a place to sleep if it hadn’t been for him but that didn’t mean I had to respect him. Respect is not just given because one did something once. Respect is earned and has to be kept with.  

“This conversation is over Amryn… you’ve given me a headache…” He said as he presses his palm to his forehead, feigning a head ache.  

“My head would hurt too if it were the size of-” I spit the words out, fist clinched to my sides like a child. It was moments like this, moments where the anger seeped from my pores in rivulets, that I let my anger run ramped. Not on purpose of course. Never on purpose.  

Anger was something I had been advised to keep hidden for my whole life. Apparently, and these are Uncles words, I had severe and unfixable anger issues. So, while studying about the Nomu Numo abilities I had to study mediation and ways to calm down anger.  

Before I could finish my words and release my anger, a voice seemed to echo within the tent. It was a cheerful voice, one that made me feel calmer even if I didn’t know the owner of the voice. I turn my head and look over my shoulder only to see Straw Hat. I raise a singular eyebrow at the boy and his small rag-tag group.  

Kuang had already left, thankfully. I had no idea what he would’ve done or said if he saw Straw Hat happy up close.  

“You’re that cool spinning lady!” He said as he walked over to me. Everything about Straw Hat screamed too much. His smile, his big eyes, his boisterous voice, the scar under his eye, the bright red shirt her wore, everything. But I welcomed it with open arms.  

“Uh, sure?” I say as I turn my body to face them. There was a handsome tall blonde man with a cigarette, a beautiful girl with short orange hair that seemed to fit her perfectly, a golden skinned boy with a long nose and a nervous demeanor, and lastly a green haired guy with three swords attached to his hip.  

‘ Compensating for something perhaps ?’  

“How’d you do that to that fishman? You just... poked him... do you stink or something?” Straw Hat asked, making my face go blank in shock. Not only was the question completely out of left field, it was so rude she had the urge to pinch him.  

“Don’t ask a lovely woman that!”  

“Don’t be rude Luffy!”  

The orange haired girl and the lung ruiner both spoke at once, the girl bonking Straw Hat on the head to top off the scolding. Luffy seemed unfazed by this as he stepped closer to me, barely missing orange hairs fist by a hair's breath.  

“What’s your name?” He asked, the first normal thing he had said since they met eyes. “Amryn. Amryn... N-Newgate.” I said, introducing myself with my supposed father's last name. None of the crew seemed to take in the name except for the three-sword weirdo.  

“What are you doing a part of a circus if you can fight like that?” Golden boy asked, scratching his head in confusion. “It’s all I’ve known.” I say in response, shrugging. “Been a part of it my whole life.” That was the truth.  

My entire life was spent training myself for different acts. Traveling and meeting new people only to uproot and leave within a week. All I had known was the rest of my crew and myself. No home to go to once this was over, and lord help me when the circus is over for good. I would have nothing but Uncle.  

“Sounds tiring.” Orangie asked while putting her hands on her hips, staring me down like I would suddenly rob her blind. “It is. But so is life.” My words are monotone and seem to drain the Straw Hats of their happier demeanor.  

“Well tonight's show was ruined early but tomorrow should be better.” I offer them with a small shrug before turning to leave the room. “Hope to see you again.” I offer noncommittally. I wasn’t expecting to get close to the interesting crew.  

The crew that seemed to move as one, that took down vicious Arlong. I couldn’t deny the interest I felt but it didn’t matter. I had obligations to the circus, to Uncle. I had a goal and it wasn’t to get closed to pirates.  

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The moment...

...they consciously ended up on each other's radar

...they became awed/intrigued by each other

...each other's opinions started mattering most

...they realised they really do get each other

...they became attracted to each other

...they started crushing hardcore on each other

...they realised the interest was mutual

...they realised they were falling/had fallen for the other

...they realised they were in hella deep

...the intensity of their lovesickness became unbearable

...they finally let themselves be in love

...they knew they were each other's forever girl/boy

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why is this certain line so sokkla coded from azula pov 😭😭😭😭

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fuck it i'm leaking my rame x eva playlist !!!

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Punch At First Sight

Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Reader -> You and Lockwood have met a few times before, however after a punch to the face for the third time, Lockwood, which a push from Lucy, decides to make things different.

Disclaimer: Multiple uses of the f-word. Mentions of accidental violence, ghosts, Kipps being a dick, a slap across the face. Fluff, angst, hints of jealousy, and Lucy giving Lockwood a needed talking to. Not Proof Read.

It was meant to be an easy case. 

A couple of type ones haunting an abandoned building just outside of London. The local ghost hunters had all created that big of a myth they had scared themselves away. And the cost of a Fittes agent was too high of a price for the type of ghosts they had. So, Lockwood and Co were the business chosen. 

Only, it would have been nice to know if one of the previous agents had reached out to an old friend to take care of the job as well. 

But, no. 

Instead, whilst listening out for the ghosts, Lockwood stepped around a corner and when getting ready to attack what he thought was a ghost, he was met with a punch to the face and then a voice calling out; “Oh my god, you’re human.”

“Do you make a habit of punching ghosts?”

Then, through watered eyes, he saw the outline of the person who had punched him and it seemed she had clear enough vision in the dark to recognise him. 

“Lockwood?”

“Wait.” he knew that voice. “Y/n?”

“Holy crap. I am so sorry. Are you okay? Wait. Why are you even here?”

“The same as you, I’m guessing. Unless you tend to sneak into abandoned buildings at two in the morning.”

“Sophie didn’t even tell me they hired someone else. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Lockwood managed to stand up straight this time just as Lucy and George came running round the corner. 

“We heard a scream.”

“What’s going on?”

George looked from Lockwood to you. “Y/n?”

“Hi, George.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you, too.”

“She was hired.” Lockwood explained just before Lucy spotted him. 

“Holy crap, are you okay?”

Lockwood nodded. “Just a little stunned.”

“I really am sorry.”

“We really have to stop meeting like this.” Lockwood said, with a slight smile as he looked at you. 

Then came a scream. 

“Considering we’re all here and considering no-one else was hired to do this job-” George began. 

“That wasn’t a human.” Lucy finished. 

“And since we’re here with minimal weapons.”

One of the ghosts, a woman, came floating through a wall and turned to look at them. 

“Run?” you offered. 

“Run.” Lucy replied. 

Making a break for it, you all tried to outrun the ghost before another one of her friends joined her, pushing all four of you down a different corridor. 

“I’m Lucy, by the way.”

“Y/n. Nice to meet you.”

“You, too.”

By the time the sun was beginning to rise over the city, you all made it back to Portland Row where a fresh bruise had made its way to decorate Lockwood’s face. 

“You have a hell of a punch.” Lockwood said before prodding his own bruise in his reflection of the pan on the stove. 

You chuckled, pulling a bag of peas from the freezer before closing it and walking over. “Quit moaning. It could have been worse. Here.”

Standing, Lockwood seemed to have grown even taller than you. Taller than when you’d both last met. 

Looking at you, you watched as his eyes closed at the cold contact of the bag as you pressed it to his face. 

“Hold it there for a while. It should help with the swelling.”

“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this.”

You narrowed your gaze a little and clicked your tongue. “You’ve already used that line.”

“Have I?” Lockwood seemed to think for a moment before, “Oh, yeah. Suppose I have. But it is true.”

“Hey, the first time was an accident. I thought you were trying to-”

“The first time is an accident, three times is a pattern.”

You smiled sheepishly. “An accidental pattern.”

“Sure about that?”

“Yes.” you said before, “Maybe? Can never be too careful when hunting alone.”

Lockwood’s demeanour changed for a moment. “Alone? You’re hunting alone again?”

“Relax. I’m safe enough.” 

You moved backwards and began to tidy the kitchen a little to give yourself something to do whilst Lockwood leaned back against the kitchen counter, lowering the frozen bag from his face so he could watch you more closely. 

“Are you?”

“Yes, Lockwood. I’m fine. Honestly, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Doesn’t mean I won’t.”

You held his gaze for a moment, a million thoughts running through your head until it landed on He’s just a friend…

From there, you shifted yourself from the kitchen table and placed the empty glasses in your hand in the sink beside him. 

“Move here.”

“What?”

Lockwood stood tall once more and turned to face you properly. “Move in here. Lucy got a deal when she bought her bed, so she’s got a second one spare. We can set it up on the other side of the loft. I don’t like the thought of you hunting alone.”

“Lockwood, I said I’m fine.”

“What happens if something happens to you? Look, I can put you on the payroll so it won’t be a favour. You’ll be working with us. And you’ll have a team behind you. You’ll also be safe. Please.”

“Lockwood-”

“Please.”

Looking up at him, you saw the desperation in his eyes. 

It wasn’t often he opened himself up or let himself show any kind of vulnerability but when he did…

“Okay. Fine. But you can’t hover over me.”

“I don’t hover.”

“You hover.”

“No I don’t.” 

“Why did George kick you out of the Archive room in the last case we were in together?”

Lockwood thought back and when he didn’t answer, you answered for him. 

“Because you hover.”

“Okay, maybe I hover a little.”

“But before anything is written, the others have to agree. Lucy, too.”

“She will. I know so. It’ll be nice for her to not be outnumbered.”

You moved in three days later.

Lucy had prepared the spare bed for you and even decorated the walls behind your bed with a couple of pictures she found in some old boxes that had yourself, George and Lockwood in them. 

“I didn’t know what you’d want to do, but I thought I would do something to help at least.”

“I love it.” you smiled, dropping one of the boxes onto your bed. “Thank you.”

Over the following week, yourself and Lucy got to know one another, sharing stories late into the night when researching cases and in desperate need of a break. 

Lucy came to learn what Lockwood meant by the punch when you all met not being the first time. You came to find out what brought Lucy to London. And you both came to discover that, with the right planning, you could both scare Lockwood and George. 

Only, one night, George and Lucy decided to tag team which also gave them a chance to talk about you and Lockwood. 

“Do they know? They have to know.”

“Don’t bother.” George sighed. “Three years and nothing has changed.”

“They’ve been like that for three years?”

George just nodded. 

“Seriously?”

“You know I walked into the kitchen yesterday and they were slow dancing in the kitchen and…it was like nothing happened.”

“Yeah…” 

“What?”

“What?” Lucy asked. 

“Your face. You have that…look.”

“What look?”

“The “I’m making a plan” face.”

“Maybe because I am.”

“Well then?”

“What if we tried?”

“I already have.”

“Maybe,” Lucy nodded. “But that was then. Now you’ve got me. Tag-team. What do you say?”

“Well, considering it would take an earthquake to wake them both up from whatever coma they’ve convinced themselves that they’re in…sure. Why not? But how.”

“I haven’t got that far into the plan yet.”

But it didn’t take too long. 

After six months of living with each other, the plan practically made itself. The chemistry between yourself and Lockwood was palpable and even more so when you were outside together. 

Like when you and Lockwood were in the library with George and Lucy where Lockwood was standing behind you, reading the section of paper you were pointing to, his arms caging you in from where you sat, when a group of Fittes Agents waltzed over. 

“You might want to give your girlfriend a little breathing room, Tony. After all, PDA can be off putting especially in such a public place.”

Standing, and not denying it, Lockwood practically burned Kipps a hole in the ground for him to fall through. 

“Relax, Tony. Just having a little fun. So, are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?”

“I’m not his girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

Kipps couldn’t help but widen his smile. “You’re not. Well then, Tony.”

However, you were up like a shot standing beside Lockwood. “But I would be very careful in your next choice of words. He might not be my boyfriend but he is my friend.”

Closer up, Kipps seemed to recognise you. Or at least, that’s what his face told you. 

“You know, for all the people in the world, I wouldn't have considered one of the best rogue agents being best buddies with our very own Anthony Lockwood.”

“And why not?”

“Although, rogue is very fitting for Tony. After all, it was breaking the rules that got him into trouble in the first place. Sweetheart, if I were you, I’d walk away whilst you still can.”

The only thing anyone could remember was hearing the contact of your palm across Kipps’ cheek and the red mark left in its place. 

“Fuck you.”

It took a moment to get over the shock before Kipps and his team walked away and you relaxed a little before grabbing your jacket and telling the others you’d be back. 

“Are you-”

“I’m fine, Lockwood. I’ll be back in five.”

It was in those five minutes that one of Kipps’ team found you by the vending machine. 

“I’m sorry about what he said.”

“Why? You didn’t say it. And I’m guessing you’re assigned to be with him.”

“Still, I could have said something to stop him and I didn’t.”

“Something tells me even if you did, he still would have said it anyway.”

“Maybe.”

“What’s your name?”

“Victor.”

“Nice to meet you,Victor.”

Meanwhile, across the room and up a level, Lucy spotted you talking to Victor. Even laughing every once in a while. And when Lockwood joined her, she saw the pain in his eyes before a brick wall came up. 

“We should be getting ready. George found something. I’ll be back in a minute.”

For the rest of the day, Lockwood seemed closed up. Especially towards you. 

“What is your problem?” you eventually asked him. 

“Nothing.”

“Lockwood, I heard you snap at Lucy earlier.”

“She made a mistake.”

“Exactly,” you cut him off. “A mistake. And she’s never made one before.”

“One that could have put one of us in serious danger-”

“We were outside the perimeter.” You could have laughed, until Lockwood asked you a question you weren't expecting. 

“Do you like him?”

“Who?”

“The guy you were talking to earlier.”

“Kipps? You did see me slap him, didn’t you-”

“Not Kipps. Vinny. Or Vincent or…whatever his name is.”

You thought back for a moment. “Victor.”

Lockwood nodded. 

“Do I like him? What are we? 12?”

“Just answer the question.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to know if you’re fraternising with the enemy.”

You laughed. “Fraternizing?”

But when Lockwood didn’t change, you did. 

“You know what, fuck you, Lockwood. What I do with my time outside of work is no concern to you. You know what, do this yourself. I’ll go and help George.”

A few minutes later, Lucy walked inside the room to a very grumpy Lockwood. 

“What the hell did you do? Fraternising? This isn’t Bridgerton, Lockwood.”

“Will you just help with the set-up?”

Sighing, Lucy did as she was told, but not before telling Lockwood a couple things he desperately needed to hear. 

“You’re gonna lose her.”

“What?”

Picking up some of the iron chains and laying them down, Lucy explained. “It might not be Victor, but one day it will be someone. And it probably won’t be long before they come along and whisk her away from your grumpy arse because you’re too stubborn to tell her the truth.”

“What truth?”

“That you like her. Love her, even. If my gut feeling is right. And it usually is.”

“Lucy-”

“Look, you can go on being an arsehole because you’re scared. Or you can talk to her. All I’m saying is do something about it before somebody else does. Both me and George have seen the way you look at her. It’s more than you want to admit, Lockwood. But one day you’re going to have to, or else you are going to lose her and all you’ll have is a bruised eye and a broken nose once every couple of years, if that.”

Lucy didn’t say anything else after that but Lockwood did apologise for snapping at her earlier which she forgave him for after calling him a frustrating bastard. From then, she watched as you all completed the job together and that look that she often saw in Lockwood’s eyes, returned when he looked at you. 

Yet, by the time you had all gotten home, he still hadn't apologised to you. So, with a hard nudge from Lucy, Lockwood finally made his way to find you. 

“Do something before somebody else does, and that includes apologising. And she’s in the Library. Goodnight.”

Lockwood stood outside of the Library door for a while, trying his best to find the right words so he wouldn’t end up with a broken nose, despite how much he probably deserved one. 

You had lit the fire to try and cancel out the cold that had seeped in through a forgotten open window, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought it was midnight, not 6 in the morning. 

“Hey.”

Looking behind you, you tried your best not to roll your eyes at Lockwood as he walked inside. 

“I’m just looking over some old cases. Just so you know that I’m not fraternising with the enemy by reading a book.”

“I shouldn’t have said it like that.” Lockwood began. “I shouldn’t have said it at all. I just…I guess I panicked.”

“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it.”

“You’re right. And I’m sorry.”

You looked at him.

“Really, really sorry. For the fraternising comment and the bullshit excuse.”

You took a minute and it was the longest minute of his life. 

“Okay, guess I can forgive you.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“I know, that’s why I forgave you. But a cup of tea wouldn’t hurt.”

Lockwood smiled. “Okay. One tea coming up.”

Only, as he walked away, you answered his question. 

“And I’m not…fraternising with the enemy. Victor and I were just talking. I think you’d like him. I think he might hate Kipps just as much as you do. And, no.” you shook your head. “I don’t like him. Just so you know…”

Lockwood nodded and for a moment, turned to walk away until Lucy’s words echoed again in his head. 

“Do something about it, before somebody else does.”

So he did. 

Sighing under his breath, he took the jump, turned around and reached for you. 

Taking your head in his hands, he cupped your jaw before bringing your lips to his. At first, it shocked you and for a split second, he thought he was about to get his nose broken for good this time. 

Until you kissed back. 

You felt yourself stumble a little but Lockwood caught you, holding you close to him before his forehead came to touch yours, your eyes still closed. 

“Wow.”

“I’m sorry but I just had to-”

You shook your head, “Don’t apologise.”

“No?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “No.”

“So you’re not going to break my nose.”

“Not this time,” you laughed a little. 

“Okay…then I’m gonna jump. I like you. Well, I more than like you. Like way, way more. And I…I want to do something about it before someone else does.”

“Like Victor?”

“Yeah,” Lockwood laughed a little. “Like Victor.”

“Then…good. I’m glad you finally jumped.”

“You are.”

You nodded. “I mean, you have terrible timing but yeah, I’m glad you jumped.”

“Good.”

“Good. Now, are you gonna kiss me again or am I gonna have to-”

Lockwood didn’t need telling twice. 

[xoangel333]

im so sorry but can lyra PLEASE just be a normal girl?? tig has no just normal characters, so please please just let her be a girl 😭

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