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thatgeekyemo · 2 years ago

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Moments To Remember

peter parker x reader | 4.9k

summery: don't ever tell peter parker he doesn't know what he's fighting for. his reasons, past, present, and future influence him daily; his moments to remember

requested prompt 41: "I love you.", request from starrr238 over on Wattpad

Over the years, Peter was told he had a special look that only ever appeared when he was looking at you. An adoration that was reserved for you and only you. His head always tilted slightly to the side, letting a few curls of his hair flop over his face. He wore a soft smile, and there was a warmth in his eyes that never appeared for anyone else. You were always the subject of his gaze, and he always watched you intently. He swept his eyes over every part of you, memorizing you how you were, focusing more intently on your hands, your hair, but always most importantly, your face. Every time he looked at you like that, he was always taking a mental snapshot. Creating a timeless moment in his mind, filed away in the folder of ever growing reasons why he loved you.

If he wanted to, Peter could shuffle through the pictures of perfection he created of you. The way you held his hands after your first kiss so many years ago. Bathed in the golden glow of a setting sun after a picnic in the park. Hair messy, chewing on the back of a pen, and wearing a two day old outfit as you were cramming for your college finals. The love in your eyes as you said yes, the metal band around your finger gleaming against the candle-light. The moments the two of you succeeded in dancing under the spotlight, swaying gently to the slow music—you in your white dress and last name officially his.

There was no doubt the same look was on Peter's face now as he looked at you. His breathing calm and even. You were only a few feet away, in the apartment the both of you shared, nestled into the corner of the couch, but the want to be near you and pull you close intensified. He would no doubt do this later, but right now...right now was a moment to remember.

You were in one of your favorite flowy dresses, the one you kept wearing for its practicality and comfort even as you kept growing. A blanket was draped over your shoulders, and your legs were tucked under you the best they could be, which was a feat in itself. You had a book in your hand, and Peter could tell you were deep into the story by the way your brow furrowed. He followed the ways your eyes flitted from line to line, the small changes in your expression and soft gasps as events unfolded on the paper in front of you.

Between turning the page and nibbling cheese off a plate that was balanced on a pillow for easier access next to you, your hand rested soothingly on the large bump that was your very pregnant stomach, occasionally rubbing mindless circles.

Peter wondered if he could somehow make this moment last forever, but he settled for the comfortable silence instead. The steady thrum of the rain beating on the window outside did nothing to bring down the mood in the cozy New York apartment you and Peter called home.

Everything that was in front of him, everything he had, it was all he ever needed and more. And he just couldn't wait until his family would grow by one more. A child he would proudly call his own. The chance to be the best father—and for you to be the best mother.

When Peter was satisfied, he was careful moving around the couch, not wanting to disturb you as much as he could. Your lips quirked up into a smile as he stole a slice of cheese and he settled down next to you, his hand joining yours on your stomach, mouth chewing a small bite as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

The silence continued, and Peter didn't dare to break it with meaningless words. He could stay there with you for hours and never get bored. Sometimes, he didn't understand how he could have ever gotten so lucky. His entire life, he was only a kid from Queens. He used to be a nobody. And then he became Spider-Man. But even then, the hero and Peter Parker were two separate people. He hadn't started to feel truly special until he met you. He watched as you fell in love with the boy beneath the mask, and suddenly, that kid from Queens was the personality Peter began to favor more and more. He could make you smile without having to impress you with his powers, and that was when he realized that somehow, out of all the billions of people in the world, he had found the one.

Minutes ticked by, and Peter was content as he rested his head on your shoulder, his eyes closed, listening to you breathe and the two healthy heartbeats your body held. The heartbeat of his wife, and the heartbeat of his future daughter.

He felt you shift underneath him, heard the rustle of the pages of your book. A soft sigh had him raise his head, his eyes not open just yet.

You brought your palm to his face, pulling him closer so you could place a soft kiss on his lips. Peter smiled as your thumb gently swiped over the light freckles on his cheek, and tried to follow you as you pulled away, but your quiet whisper stopped him.

"I need to pee."

Opening his eyes, Peter chuckled softly. "Do you want help up?"

"Please," you sighed, reaching for his hands as Peter stood up in a fluid motion from the couch. Once you reached around the six month mark, you were so determined to continue to do basic things like getting out of bed or sitting up by yourself, but the tasks just grew harder and harder the farther along in your pregnancy, until the point where you learned to just surrender and accept Peter's help.

He remembered the first day you couldn't move from your favorite armchair by yourself. How your face flushed from frustration as you attempted to push yourself up, but you were too far sunk into the cushions and you were sporting an entire cabbage in your uterus.

You had called Pepper that night, nearly in tears because the baby was going to hinder your ability to move around and you actually had to start asking for help—which you at the time had made out to be akin to the greatest sin of all.

At the same time, Peter was on the other side of the room. While you were on the phone talking to a woman who empathized with you, he had accepted a call from a very tired Tony Stark, who assured him that he was in the exact same position with Pepper when she was seven months—and in fact, from what he could hear, your rant was nearly identical.

Peter held on to keep you balanced as you teetered a little bit as you stood on your feet, but once he was sure you could stand, his hands gravitated to either side of your belly.

"Has she said hello today?" He asked, leaning his head to touch yours.

"Loads of times. You missed a very active day." You snorted. "Got dangerously close to my ribs too. I swear, if she fractures one of them again..."

"I told you that's not my fault!" Peter grinned, pulling his head back to look at you. "Babies do it all the time, freaky super-spider genetics have nothing to do with it!"

"Mmhm," you nodded your head, and Peter could tell you were fighting the urge to smile as he pressed a kiss to your temple and you slipped out of his arms to pass by him.

A smile never left Peter's face as he watched you waddle your way to the bathroom in little and careful steps. There was something endearing about the way you had started to walk so you could see your feet and balance, and to your dismay, it had led to Peter calling you his penguin on more than one occasion. It was all the more annoying when you had actually dressed in white and black once. After a long struggle to roll out of an empty bed, you had made your way to the kitchen, where Peter had been attempting to make breakfast and you were greeted with a perfectly purposeful Morning, penguin. You had stuck your tongue out at Peter, but he just countered that you'd walked right into that one. You had, so to his victory, you couldn't even argue.

Once the door closed behind you, Peter hovered around the hallway, just a couple of feet away in case you needed him. It didn't matter how many times you told him that he could help with anything else, but you at least wanted the dignity to wipe by yourself, you would always see him across from you as you exited the bathroom, always using the excuse of fixing the pictures that hung on the wall.

Surprisingly, you smugly smirked at him this time. Too amused to react as you waddled past, flipping him off over your shoulder, Peter just shook his head and drifted over to the kitchen.

"Any requests for the chef?" He called out, peering into the refrigerator.

"Please retire from the chef career, because someone who can burn water shouldn't cater to his pregnant wife?" He heard you call back and a grin split his face.

"Agreed, but you can't argue: I make a mean sandwich though!"

"You do. How about you make that then? And more cheese would be amazing." He heard you reply and he grabbed the lunch meat from the shelf.

"What d'you want?" He asked, peering down at his options as he grabbed some bread. "We got ham, turkey— oo! There's even some of the good roast beef left!" Peter opened the bag and took a small sniff. "Nevermind!" He gagged, tossing the meat into the trash and the sound of your laughter buzzed beautifully in his head. "Thats a no-go on the roast beef."

"No, the—mhm!" Peter straightened up so fast he almost hit his head on the bottom of the overhead cabinets at the sound of your pained moan. He quickly twisted to look at you, finding you grasping the back of the couch and slightly hunched as you were holding your belly.

"Are you two okay?" He asked immediately, urgency in his voice, and you just waved your hand at him, letting out a staggered breath as you turned your head to see him already taking steps on your direction.

"We're fine." You told him and smiled. "I was just saying that the sandwich is yours. You forgot to eat lunch because you were too busy ogling me, and if you're gonna go on patrol later, I don't need your stomach waking me up in the middle of the night."

Peter just rolled his eyes, searching through the unorganized silverware drawer for a butter knife so he would have something to spread mayonnaise with. He found a spoon instead. "'Ogling' makes me sound like a creep."

"Says the man that wears a skintight costume and fights bad guys for a living." He heard you let out a soft groan as you sat back down in your spot. "Don't spiders literally just sit around all day and wait for their prey to get caught in their web? You've done that before. I don't know—" you clicked your tongue— "that kinda spells creep to me."

"That's so totally not fair that you get to use something I did years ago against me! It was a stakeout! The whole point is to wait for someone!" Peter tried to stop himself from laughing, looking over his shoulder to see your sarcastic smile scrunching up your face. He failed.

"Hey, I'm just stating the facts." You promptly stated.

"Then you forgot to add just how good I look wearing said skintight suit."

"Don't need a lot of imagination to see what's underneath," You hummed behind him, and Peter remembered to cut you more slices of cheese before he put it away as he added some to his sandwich. "Though I wonder how many people stare at your ass when you swing by." You added as an afterthought.

Peter snorted, searching fridge again for the jar of pickles he swore he saw earlier that week. "Please don't make that a legitimate thought in my head."

"Too late! It's already there!" He rolled his eyes, knowing that you were right. Well, that gave him something to mull over later.

"Are you sure you don't want a sandwich?" He asked, hesitant to put away the ingredients in front of him as he pushed his now finished sandwich to the side next to your plate of cheese, closing the lid on the pickle jar. "I got the stuff right here,"

"Just the cheese, please!"

"Coming right up."

He was by your side soon enough, handing over your plate with his sandwich in one hand—the other resting on your stomach as he whispered encouragements to the baby inside between bites, trying to get her move around.

Peter would be lying if he said he expected his life to be as perfect as it was. Sometimes, he felt like he was living in a dream.

He never exactly knew he could love someone as deeply as he loved you. It was different from how he loved May. From how he loved Tony and Pepper and Morgan and everyone else. It was a type of love that he assumed was only granted to a few lucky individuals. A love for not just you, but for all of you. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Every flaw and imperfection you thought you had. Never once in his life had Peter looked at you and saw anything but perfection.

And to further that, he never thought he could care about someone so much before they were born. He was so close to becoming a father—any day now, really. Your due date was in a week, and Peter could hardly wait. In a week, an entire brand new person would be introduced into the world. One that he would have a key role in raising. A life among others that Peter would protect at all costs.

It didn't take long for Peter to figure out that this love...this love was the love he saw in the world. The love in waking up to see the sun shining brightly in the sky. In feeling of the wind against his skin. In feeling blades of grass between his fingers and the earth beneath him. The feeling of seeing someone feel important and acknowledged in this large world when you do something as small as giving them a smile and a wave.

All of the indiscernable and irrefutable details that make up life—that love—is what Peter fought for. What he suited up for to protect. And while he had seen it before, having you in his life only amplified his ability to appreciate it all. And he wouldn't know what to do without you. You were an integral part of him now, just as was he to you.

Peter wasn't in the mood to leave you just yet as the sounds of sirens started rose against the sounds of the rain outside, but it was you who urged him to go.

He knew it couldn't have been easy for you, him being Spider-Man — especially now that the both of you were worrying for two — but no matter how many conversations over the years the both of you have had, the conclusion was always the same: there was no way you could ever force Peter to give up doing what he does. Being the hero to the people who don't think they have one.

Not just a hero to the world, but a hero to the men and women who have to walk home alone at night and are scared of every shadow of a person that they pass. To the children who are too afraid to speak up against their abusive families. To the ones who get picked on by their peers for being different. To the single parents working two jobs to support their household.

Spider-Man might help save the world sometimes, or stop a bank robbery or a weapons ring or even an underground mob, but New York City saw him as something more than just another Avenger.

Spider-Man was hope.

And to Peter, that was one of the best things he could ever be. It was why no matter how many times he got knocked down, he always got back up.

Things threatened to get complicated the second Spider-Man had begun to follow the cacophony of sirens. It didn't take long to intercept their route and use zip webs to pick up the pace after finding out who the police were chasing.

Puma had been spotted running rampant on the streets of New York, and Peter knew that Spider-Man had to try to contain him before the police got into a fight they wouldn't be able to win.

The rain stung even through his suit as Peter fought. Charcoal clouds crowded the sky and the winds had picked up as the calming midsummer shower had turned into a violent storm. Although having over two decades to try and find the answer, he still couldn't understand just how fast a situation could change. Just ten minutes ago Peter was sitting in his home with you in his arms. Now he was grappling with a man who had history and a personal grudge against Spider-Man; though he seemed less man and more mountain lion in this particular encounter.

Drowned out by the weather around them, the battle between Spider-Man and Puma was just as thunderous.

It was a vicious dance — one involving slashing claws and gnashing teeth. One Peter could see he was quickly loosing the advantage in.

As the rain poured down harder and harder — the sound being the only thing Peter could hear next to Puma's snarls and Karen's voice in his mask — the more Peter became confined to the ground, where his opponent had the upper hand. Neither Spider-Man or his webs could stick to a surface drenched in water, and the glass of the surrounding buildings had waterfalls streaming down its sides.

Spider-Man had very narrowly dodged a pounce and spun around in time to see Puma skid across the asphalt of the abandoned road before digging his claws into the ground and immediately charging forward, eyes bright and wild.

Peter was rapidly loosing stamina in the game of stay away he was playing as his brain churned, trying to think of a way out of the situation he was in. But Puma was fast and smart, and never gave him a chance to keep his train of thought — the quips long abandoned in exchange for both panic and the determination to come out on top of the fight unscathed.

Vaulting over an overturned car, Spider-Man landed on his back and kicked the vehicle into the air just as Puma had jumped. The thwack that filled the air as the two collided was almost sickening, if he hadn't known that the attack wouldn't be more than a minor hindrance.

Still, it had given him enough time to get farther away as he backspringed up, and therefore, more time to think.

But his thoughts seemed to come to a screeching halt as your picture appeared in the top left of his lenses before racing even faster. Peter knew he had been avoiding the constant thrum of his phone, which he had no doubt they had been messages considering how many he had received over the course of the fight, but a small ball of guilt began to form when he realized those messages had been from you. They had to be. And the matter had to be important if you were now calling the emergency number that connected you directly to his suit.

Jumping to a lamp post, Peter hesitated in whether he should answer the call. On one hand, he was struggling to stay one step ahead of Puma without any distractions, but on the other he knew you only contacted him through Karen if it was something that absolutely couldn't wait and needed him now.

"Peter." His name came out in a gasp over the line, and he almost stumbled at the sound of pain laced in your voice.

A roar, and Puma threw the car off of him, staggering back up and twisting around to find Spider-Man perched in the air.

"Are you okay?" Peter rushed out, fear overwhelming the guilt in his stomach.

"I tried— I tried to wait for you—"

Your labored breaths didn't carry over in any way that put Peter in any ease. Especially when Puma spotted him, and began to stalk his way.

"So you could— so you could fight. I saw on the news..."

Peter flipped off the post as Puma charged into it, and he found his footing on the slick ground. Spider-Man's webs still stuck in matted fur, and he was able to launch himself into the mutates side, flinging Puma into the department store across the street.

"But I can't any longer—"

Peter's eyes darted frantically behind his mask, the thought of what was happening in his absence starting to make itself obvious. "Y/N, are you—"

"The baby, Peter," you gasped out, and Peter could hear the rushed voices of others around you. "She's coming."

In a moment of panic, time seemed to freeze and Peter's mind went blank.

Just how an innocent rain shower turned into a monstrous storm, or how an equal battle threatened to turn into a loosing fight, you had now gone into labor after seemingly being fine before he had left.

Peter wasn't expecting it to be today, although he knew for a fact that due dates were only estimates. He was more than prepared to be a father, but the odds were quickly stacking against him and he was suddenly wracked with fear.

Puma's roar was only registered when it was too late, Peter's spider sense screaming 'get out of the way', but the boy himself having no time to react with anything other than to turn in time to see the beast lunge with an open jaw, and tackle him right to the ground.

Landing on the ground knocked all the air from his lungs, but Peter had more things to worry about than breathing.

The both of them tumbled down the road in circles, each fighting to break free of each other's grasp. Peter held tightly onto Puma's wrists, only just barely keeping the man's claws inches from his face while wrestling with the rest of the bigger body on top of him.

You had hung up, and while Peter didn't know exactly why, he hoped it was because someone else was there with you and decided that you listening to the fight wasn't a good idea — to which he would agree. Although, he hadn't said all he wanted to say to you.

Puma snarled above Spider-Man, fangs snapping closer and closer to his face with every second as Peter was struggling to hold him back.

Dread striked deep into Peter's chest. He couldn't lose this fight, not like this, not today.

Spider-Man couldn't die yet. Too many people needed him to be a light in an otherwise precarious world. The citizens of New York, the Avengers, his Aunt May, you,

His daughter.

Peter knew the dangers that came with being a hero like Spider-Man. He had since Iron Man saved him when he was eight. Since he evacuated NYC in 2012. Since he first donned the mask when he was fourteen. When he blinked into the future and fought in a war to save the world. Peter knew, yet he continued to fight.

Because that's what he did.

He didn't fight just to save the world, he fought so people could keep living. One might think they were the same thing, but if you look closely, there is a difference.

See, living was what Peter fought for. The adventure that was the world and all the pleasures and hardships that came with it. Living was experience.

And there were still a whole lot of experiences Peter still hadn't gotten to live through just yet. He was about to be a father. He had an entirely new future ahead of him, full of all of the crying and laughing and bonding and love that came with parenthood.

He wanted to hold the tiny human being that would soon be born into the world in his arms, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before she would grow up just like he had. He wanted to be there for all of the late night feedings and messy diapers and tantrums, first days of school and nightmares and first kisses. He wanted to raise and shape a life with you just the way your parents had with you, how his aunt and uncle had done with him.

It was rare that Peter ever fought for himself, but he did so now more than ever. Because right now, his wife was in labor, and Peter wasn't going to make an orphan of his daughter. Just as he hadn't made his wife a widow, or have his aunt and the Starks go through the loss of a child.

In a bout of strength, Peter was able to turn the tables.

With a kick up, Spider-Man was able to launch Puma into the sky and to get a good enough grip with two webs to swing him around.

Puma's body hit the pavement with a thud that briefly shook the ground. He still stirred, but was too disoriented to do anything more than try to lift his head.

From there, Peter made quick work of subduing him even further, just as the police began to close in on all sides.

Spider-Man stood over the unconscious body unable to revel in victory. He only stood long enough to make sure Puma would be captured. Then he was gone.

Peter Parker was then by your side in the hospital room in a matter of minutes. He was out of breath and drenched in both rain and sweat, but he had made it. A crowd of familiar faces greeted him, but his priority was you as he immediately took your hand.

For the second time that day, his brain had gone completely blank. But this one was different, denoted by the smile that he wasn't sure was able to leave his lips.

Another picture to file away in his moments to remember was one of you and the baby girl you held in your arms. Tears of happiness pricked at your eyes, your hair was a mess, and you were wearing a hospital gown, but none of that mattered. What did was the smile on your own face as you gazed down at the swaddled baby in your arms, skin bright and flushed from having both just been born and fresh from crying.

Peter leaned over and you turned your head to him, momentarily meeting his eyes. He didn't want to think about the fear you had felt yourself, that he wouldn't have made it to the birth of his daughter, because that hadn't happened. He was here and he had made it and it couldn't have gone any better.

He pressed his lips to yours briefly in a chaste kiss before peering down at the baby in your arms, his own body gravitating to become like a shield to the outside world around the three of you.

Peter's head tilted to the side, and he had to resist the urge to push his hair back and out of his face. His gaze was focused warmly on the tiny human barely as long as his forearm resting calmly in her mothers arms. She was a new face to memorize, with puffy cheeks and eyes squeezed shut and a few strands of brown hair atop her head. Surely, a face that would change tremendously over time, but that didn't matter, because he just took a snapshot of this stage as if he had his camera with him. And it wasn't hard to realize that the look he always saved for you was now extended to one more.

"I love you."

His words were a whisper to his daughter, only able to be heard by her and her mother only.

His words were a promise.

Love is what he lived for. Love is what he fought for. Love is why he survived — why he always will.

Because Spider-Man fought for that love in the world. Because that love made living worth it, because that love was crucial to the experience living granted.

Peter found that love in a lot of things. In the air, the sun, the sky, the trees and the grass. His friends and his family. In a simple thing such as a smile, or a wave, or a hug, or a single word.

Of course he had been scared, but that was all part of the experience. Life isn't life without the experience of fear. But the product of coming out the other end having conquered it was worth so much more in the end. That's why he wasn't afraid to be Spider-Man. That's why he wasn't afraid to love freely and love openly.

He closed his eyes and viewed the still he'd created in his mind.

It was another perfect moment to remember.

The first of his new family.

The first of thousands more.

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neoncrowpen · 3 years ago

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Hi I'm very happy to see requests are open I love reading your Paul Atreides works. I was wondering if you could do one where he and the reader are training together and just what would happen. It could be either platonic or romantic. Sorry if it doesn't inspire you but if it does thank you and have a lovely day 😊

You tested your shields before you made your first move. It wasn’t out of courtesy, it was mandatory. Paul had a lot of rage pent up in his mind. You weren’t sure what was or why he’s been this way. Lately, his hits have been harder, faster, and angrier on you.

Court politics were lost on you. Even now, your worst nightmare would be saying the wrong thing to the wrong person because of the twisted web that is the Empire. You much preferred the company you kept: your weapons. Your shield was up and ready. You glanced over to your tense friend.

Paul’s curl fell in front of his face. His shield was almost ready. After fixing a slight glitch, the entire shield disappeared around his body like a spider’s web. From far away, it was naked to the eye, but close up, you could see the technology float around him in numbers and patterns. You slid your foot behind you, making yourself the smaller target. Patience rewarded you.

Paul charged at you quickly. His sword swung at your side with improved speed. Had Paul been practicing without you? You dodged, but your heard a disturbance in your shield. Paul jabbed the sword towards your front. You kept yourself as small as you could. You traded a few blows of your own, catching the edge of his shield. When you did, a smirk appeared on your features.

Paul’s face darkened. Your face fell. What was happening? Why was everything suddenly so serious? Paul’s sword charged at you again. Harder. Stronger. He took jabs and swings at your shoulder, your arm, your leg, your other shoulder, your core, and then—his foot kicked you down. The tip of his sword passed your shields and paused an inch before your nose.

“Dead,” he said. It was the first word he said to you since practice started. Granted, this was your first round practicing, but something felt off.

Your eyes found his. “What is wrong with you?”

“You lost. You’re dead.” His voice was flat. Monotone. As if your presence annoyed him somehow. He retracted his sword and walked back to his side of the room. You got back up on your own, feeling the burn of his lack of offer for a hand.

“Paul,” you called out to him. “What’s wrong?” When he gave you nothing, you decided to show force. Your dagger slid into your grip. You charged at your future Duke. He saw the weapon in your hand, and blocked it immediately. Paul didn’t see the twin dagger in your other hand. The blade steadied an inch from his throat. “Out with it.”

There was a tension that shook his shoulders slightly. His wide eyes told you everything. A new redness formed inside the whites of his eyes. Bags sagged underneath them.

“You haven’t been sleeping well.” You dropped both daggers to your sides. “You’re having dreams again, aren’t you?”

“I’m fine,” Paul spat. He averted his eyes from you. You took a closer look at him. Like the shields, you saw everything better close-up.

“You know, you’ve been different ever since I came back three weeks ago. The only thing that’s truly changed is your family’s new venture on Arrakis. You don’t have to tell me anything about how that works. I don’t really understand why the Emperor is sending all of us—

“You died on Arrakis.” Paul cut you off. Your mouth hung open. The four words alone were so little, but said so much. Paul found his voice. “I saw it. You were in battle. You were fighting for me, and—there was so many of them.”

“That’s not—no.” You shook your head. Your shoulders rolled. You gulped down your reactive words. Paul was different from you in every way. He was royalty. He was smarter than you when it came to books, science, and math. He was also Lady Jessica’s son. He had abilities that were beyond your understanding. Seeing the future shouldn’t be that hard to believe. The image Paul painted for you made it hard to grasp or deny. “That’s why you’ve been coming at me harder, isn’t it? To make me better so I can fight better.”

“I’m sorry.” Paul’s voice broke in the air between you. He bit his lip down. “It’s getting bad. All I see is our failure there. Nothing good waits for us on Arrakis.” You nodded. You cracked your neck to the side, letting fear roll off your shoulders.

“Well, we better get to it.” You brandished your sword and restarted your shields.

“You want another round?”

“I want as many rounds as we can.” You stood to your side. Making yourself the smaller target made you stronger. “Whatever waits for us there, we face them together. Even if it’s all in your head.” You smirked.

Paul matched your smirk with his own smile. His shoulders dropped I relief, but were quickly brought up again. This time, your sword charged at him for the second round.

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imaginationintowords · 3 years ago

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Folklore [song series]

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Modern Day AU! Steve Rogers x OC!Reader

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album Folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years

[word count: 2265]

[a/n: sorry for the wait. it was my birthday last weekend so i was just chilling. but here it is, just in time for the anniversary of folklore's release. the final chapter of my folklore song series. i started this last fall, and it's now the end. thank you to all who read the story and commented and showed it love. you don't know how much that means to me, that people liked it so much. thank you for joining this journey with me, and I hope the ending is a nice little bow to finish it off]

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Age: 27

Year: July 2021 [two weeks after engagement]

Location: New York

Two weeks after their engagement, Steve and Elizabeth were still living off of the high from their engagement.

They were currently spending some time in New York. Liz had just graduated from law school that spring, while Steve was still working at the same architect firm. That was actually also why they were in New York.

The company was opening another branch in New York. Steve was offered a promotion, but it would only be available at the New York office.

In the few years since Steve graduated, he's been excelling in the architect world. He's really made a name for himself. Last year he was named the "hottest" up and coming architect. Ever since then he's been very busy. His boss gave him the month off, to propose to Liz, and to take a tour of the new office.

Steve told Liz that they'd only move back if that's what she really wanted. Especially since she just finished law school, and she still needs to take the state bar exam. She would need to figure that out soon, because the NY state bar exam date was closing in on her.

She and Steve decided a month in NY would help them both decide if moving back would be best. If they did decide to move back Steve would already have job waiting for him. Liz on the other hand might not.

Luckily for her, Loki was currently working at a law firm in NY. He was able to get her an interview while she was in town. He couldn't promise her a position, as there were a lot of people up for the job, some had even interned there. But Liz still went to the interview giving it her best.

Loki and Scott moved to NY two years ago, both their jobs taking them there. They ended up eloping right before their move, two years after Thor and Wanda got married.

Thor and Wanda had officially been married for four years. They were also considering the move over to the east coast. Both of their families lived out there and it just made more sense to them, especially with them trying to start a family.

Family was a massive pro for Steve and Liz as well. Moving back would mean seeing their loved ones a lot more. Especially now with Poppy about to turn six, part of them felt like they were missing out on their goddaughter's life. Steve also missed Bucky.

Bucky was doing really well in his career. He's currently working as a sound engineer for a movie studio. A big step up from the local recording studio he started in.

He was currently looking for a place to move to in Manhattan. Now that Poppy was about to be six, and she was already going to school in the city, it was time they officially made the move.

Actually he's no his girlfriend had decided to move in together.

Dr. Jane Foster is a pediatric fellow. She was in her first year of fellowship at a private practice in Manhattan.

Bucky and Jane met three years ago, through Sam Wilson. Bucky was hesitant at first to date, because he's a single father, and his main priority has always been Poppy since the day she was born. But

Sam had convinced Bucky to go on just one date. One date was all it took. Bucky was immediately hooked. Same went for Jane.

Jane was incredibly understanding of Bucky's situation. And it also helped that she loved children.

Jane met Poppy four months into the relationship and since then everything has been going great for the three of them. Jane instantly fell in love with Poppy and Poppy loved Jane a lot. Bucky had truly never felt happier. When he was alone with his girls he felt complete. When Bucky brought up the idea of officially making the move, he and Jane made the decision to move in together. They were practically already living together at that point. They were all very excited about this next step in their relationship.

Steve and Elizabeth were watching Poppy for the day while Bucky and Jane worked. They decided to spend their day in the city, walking around what could possibly be their new neighborhood. Poppy was loving having them around, and talking up their ears about school and all the friends she has made.

Around lunch time Poppy started to get hungry and sleepy. They decided to stop at a café and get some lunch.

Liz went inside while Steve and Poppy sat outside. Poppy ended up falling asleep on Steve while they waited for Liz. Steve found himself thinking about the possibility of living there.

Truth be told part of him did want to move back. He genuinely missed the New York City way of living. As he relaxes into the sounds of the city, he hears his name being called out. He looks straight ahead, looking for whoever called him, or if they were calling another Steve. As his eyes scanned the crowd, he met the eyes of the last person he would ever think he would see again.

He was completely shocked.

"Peggy?" Steve questioned, as the woman stopped in front of the table.

"I thought that was you," she smiled, "Wow. You most certainly aren't 17 anymore."

Peggy checks him out, as he stayed in his seat. She wasn't being subtle about it either.

Steve cleared his throat, noticing the way Peggy was eyeing him up and down, "Well it has been a decade wince we've last seen each other."

Peggy glances at the sleeping Poppy in his lap.

"Is this your daughter?" She asks pointing at Poppy, then glancing at his left hand noticing there wasn't a ring on his finger.

"Oh, no. This is my goddaughter. She's actually Bucky's," Steve tells her.

"No way," she gasps, surprised by this information. At that moment Elizabeth walks out of the cafe with a number plaque for the table.

"Oh my gosh! Elizabeth?" Peggy greeted.

"Peggy?" Liz asked confused at this older version of Peggy Carter.

"Yeah," she smiled.

Elizabeth put the number plaque on the table, Peggy catches the shimmer of her engagement ring.

"Oh wow! Congratulations," she says grabbing Liz's left hand, "You have a really beautiful daughter. I'm so happy for you and Bucky. High school sweethearts, making it til the end."

Liz was confused, she looked at Steve, hoping he could get them out of this awkward, and slightly uncomfortable situation.

"Um actually, this isn't her daughter, and she's not engaged or married to Bucky," Steve says, "We're actually the ones engaged."

Peggy was taken by surprise at this brand new information, not expecting to hear those words come out of Steve's mouth.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. My mistake," she apologizes, embarrassed.

"Well Congratulations," she awkwardly says, glancing at her watch, "I better be on my way. But hey here's my card. I moved back a couple of months ago. But we should all get dinner and catch up. There's clearly a lot I have missed."

She hands Liz the business card and walks away.

"Well that was random," Steve awkwardly laughs.

"What are the odds," Liz says sitting across from Steve, "Didn't even know she was back."

Liz cleared her throat and tried to focus on the city around her.

Con: Peggy Carter.

Steve and Elizabeth continued on with their day. At the end of the day, they dropped Poppy off at Jane's apartment and headed to their hotel.

Throughout their day there was a slight tension between the couple, it didn't go unnoticed by the both of them. Neither could figure out what the tension was. They both knew it had to do with the sudden appearance of Peggy Carter.

They laid in their hotel bed, each with a book in their hands. Their nightly read.

Elizabeth had a hard time focusing on what she was reading. She tried to force away thoughts of Peggy Carter out of her head. She flipped the page and stopped when she noticed her engagement ring. She took a long stare at it.

"Do you regret it?" She asks, turning her head towards him.

"Regret what?" He asks putting his book down and turning to face her.

"You and Peggy breaking up," she says, "Do you regret it?"

Steve is taken back by Liz's question.

"No," he shakes his head, "I don't regret it."

"Do you ever wonder what you're life would've been like had she stayed?"

Steve ponders over the question, "Truthfully? No. Once we said our final goodbyes in London, that was it. I never once gave it another thought. I closed that chapter as soon as I boarded my flight. Not that the breakup didn't hurt. Because it did. I just knew then that she wasn't my future. I never thought I would see her again."

"But you did," Liz quietly says.

"Yeah, which was weird," he says.

"I wouldn't blame you if you wanted out of the relationship to be with her," she says tearing up.

"What? No," Steve quickly says, sitting straight up, "I don't want that."

"I just mean, if you wanted to. I would completely understand. She was your first love."

"Yes, she was. But I don't love her," he says, "I know this is only coming up because we saw her today, and there's been this out of awkward tension in the air ever since. But I don't want to be with Peggy."

Liz glances down at her engagement ring again, trying to hide the tears of insecurity rolling down her face.

"Look at me," he softly says, placing his hand over her's, "I love you and only you. I asked you to marry me because you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. You and only. Peggy doesn't mean anything to me. I haven't even thought of her since high school. You mean more to me than anything in this world. Especially more than some high school ex-girlfriend. You, Elizabeth are my entire world."

"Why would you even think that?" He gently asks

"Just seeing her and the way she looked at you before she realized we were engaged," she says, "She wanted you. Then my mind started to wonder if maybe that was a sign for you two to get back together. And maybe you'd realize you regret proposing to me."

"There isn't an ounce of regret in me that makes me feel like I'm making the wrong decision," he assures her, "There is no one else for me. You are it. Proposing to you wasn't for confidence. Proposing to you was the only thing I've ever felt so sure of. It was the only thing I've ever done that I didn't second guess. You are the only thing I've ever felt so sure of."

"This," he grabs her and and gestures between the both of them, "Is where I want to be for the rest of my life. This brings me a peace like no other. You are my peace."

Age: 27

Year: May 2022

Location: Somewhere in Upstate New York

"You are my peace," Steve sniffles, as he holds Elizabeth's hands, tears flowing down both of their faces as they stood up in front of their closest friends and families, reciting their vows.

"I don't think I would be where I am today without you and your continued support. I meant what I said years ago about following you wherever you went. All I ever want is to be by your side. Nothing else has ever meant to me as you do. My future doesn't exist if you're not apart of it. Nothing matters if I don't have you. Since the day we met, twenty years ago, I knew you would play such an important part in my life. We clearly aren't the same people we were then. Yet over the many years you haven't strayed away from being this kind supportive, understanding person. To know one day our future kids will have that as a mother, overwhelms me with joy and love. They will be the most luckiest kids in the world.

"You are it for me. You are my world. I know everyone says weddings and getting married is the start of a new chapter, but it doesn't really feel lie that for us. It just feel like our story is continuing. There's no end in sight. And I'll make sure of that, by being supportive, kind to you for the rest of our lives. There won't be a time where you ever have to question my love for you. Because Elizabeth Sanchez, you are love."

Elizabeth has tears streaming down her face. She didn't' care how she looked. The only person that mattered was the man standing before her, professing his never ending love for her.

The pastors signaled her, that it was now her turn to speak.

"I figured I'd try and keep it short and sweet, because you know exactly how I feel about you Steve," she begins, "There's only one thing I want to say, more so I want to thank you. Thank you for giving me love. An unconditional love that never seems to fade. Since day one of our relationship. You've been patient. You always say I'm the supportive one, but you fail to see that you are too. Even more than me. You've always been willing to drop everything, not just for me but for all the ones you love. Anyone who has Steve Rogers' love, should count themselves as being incredibly special. I am the luckiest pet one out of them all because I get to be the recipient of your love every single day. I am the one who gets to spend the rest of their life calling you my husband. My partner. My life. You've shown me a love like no other. So thank-you Steve, for loving me."

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shyrose57 · 4 years ago

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Part 2 with da angst

2: Young Ranbob did not understand at all what was going on, infact he refused to believe he ever had anything to do with the sabotages, it was only when Dream took over completely and gave Ranbob enough of his mind to know what he was doing, did he finally accept it. He tried and tried to break Dreams control and get control of his body back, but nothing he did ever really worked, and the more he tried Dream eventually began to punish him, forcing him to stop. He felt aboustely awful, like a failure, a murder, and just a shitty person during all of this. His journal shows basically all of his mental decline, it went from normal, him recording special things during the day, to semi-normal, him expression concern and fear over the sabotages and killings (with some out of place words or sentences here and there appearing half way through, showing Dreams presence), to recordings from someone with obvious mental distress (misspelled words, extreme fear, showing fear of himself, hasty writings and drawings, very obviously out of place sentences (their neater than the rest and written differently, written by Dream), and meaningless words and sentences, obviously trying to say something but not knowing how too), all they way to flipping entries of when Ranbob is in control (sadness, despair, hasitly done, regret, and just heavy sentences) to when Dream is in control (Neat writing, stating "facts", showing a level of glee). Ranbob does still have it, he actually still uses it to record what happens in the groups and how far he's come. To the Gladiators its more of a "Hey I found this thing, lets read this thing." "No let's not read the thing." "Im going to ignore you and read it anyway.". The pictures are from the current ruined state of the City of Mizu, and pictures showing Ranbob at the fishermens house, struggling to walk and even eat on his own, though a few are from before Dream ever got a hold of Ranbob.

3: The way you just said "Causally drops some trauma on them, huh?" And "Traumatized gremlins" made me laugh so much. Its so accurate and made me just think of the brothers vibing toghere before I just pop in and drop tons of trauma on them before dipping. "Ah, damn, the opponent stared me in my chest." "WHY ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS!? YOUR BLEEDING OUT!" "Oh im used to this. Trust me I'll survive...probably." "RAN I SWEAR!". And "Ranbob when did you last eat?" "Uhhh, 2 days ago I think." "..." "D-did I eat too soon? I dont have to eat for another day or two max-" "Ranbob shut up and eat." "B-but-" "If you dont eat I'll tell Benjamin." "OK ok I'll eat." Ran thinks its normal to get stabbed often, while Ranbob thinks its normal to only eat every 2 or 3 days, and to not sleep for a long time. There is one particular hunter that's been hunting him the longest, they go by Raq and are the most determined to get Ran, though they don't plan on killing him, but rather kidnapping him and exploting him for pearls. It was a bit hard at first, Ran kept having to leave to wander around the City for a bit, though he eventually successfully got accustomed to staying in one place, though he does sometimes wish he could travel again.

4: A bit of everything, him getting violent and trying to run at first. But after that it fades more into what resembles a depressive state, with him refusing to move and crying while being lost in his head. He requires space to move around but be monitored in the first state, while for the second he needs constant comfort and physical contact. The aftermath was the fishermen and Jackie staying close to Ranbob for the next 2 days, while Grievous and Watson try to find Ran after he stormed off in anger and disbelief. Ran does know what a relapse means, but during the time he believes Ranbobs relapse might be something else (like his facade faulting maybe).

5: Not long at all, while Ran is carrying Jackie and Cletus makes fun of them as Ranbob is following him, Jackie quickly points out how Ranbob is like a lost puppy, and the same thing is basically happening to the two of them, but showed different ways. (The brothers making sure their family is safe by sticking close to them).

6: By the time they travel to Subbin, Ranbob has gained like 80 pounds and is a way more healthy weight and looks much more healthier than when the fishermen first found him.

7: Their usually either getting materials, looking around the area/exploring, being taught things by someone, or sleeping. Charles was the one who revived the nickname! He called him that when trying different tactics to calm him down from a nightmare, Ranbob immediately froze and after a while started to cry, Charles panicked but Ranbob quickly comforted him, saying he just hasn't heard Bobby used in such a long time and brings back both incredibly happy and incredibly sad memories. And with permission, Charles starts using it more. Ran also freezes when hearing it, immediately going ridged and almost ripping a map he has in his hands, when asked by Grievous what was wrong, he just growled out nothing and moved on. Though he does mull over it later, conflicting emotions running all over him.

8: Helping separate Ran and Ranbob was already big for the gladiators. As most people would just watch with glee. Then when they get time to talk and make the connection between Ran and Ranbob, they decide to make a exception and willingly put in effort to bond with the other group. Also them just naturally connecting made the bonding and trust easy between the groups.

9: They do both! They keep some books, pictures, and other stuff, but sell others as relics. Ranbob mostly disapproves of them selling the items, but also knows it'll probably be best to sell them, and have them either spread the story of Mizu as a warning, or have the story of Mizu destroyed by assumptions and twisting of the story.

10: I'm thinking maybe a Wilbur decendent is inhabiting a certain town, and when the groups stop in for a break, Wilbur decendant houses them and listens to their story, and tries to help?

11: They mostly just find them, they either find them in book stores or ruined towns and cities (maybe I can put The Masquerade tale in here somewhere), a wide range of people, from scholars to plain history nerds, to books from during the time of the SMP itself to books written by seemingly no one. Ranbob finds some himself, mostly when exploring with the group. I think I misworded this! Dream is the one who compared Ranbobs journal to Ranboos memory book! Ranbob knows of Ranboos memory book but he himself doesn't see the connection. Ran feels all of the above. He is extremely ashamed and disappointed in himself for hurting his brother, he hugs him tightly and apologizes non-stop, promising to make it all up to him, and while he asks for forgiveness he also says he doesnt expect for his brother to forgive him. Once he finally sees Dream for real though he's the first one to blindly attack and try to kill em. Though he doesnt succeed.

12: No one expect the brothers where outside in the rain when they fought. So no one knew of what was happening. Its only when Ran finally joined them, but alone, did they get scared and alarmed. And when Ran admits they got into a fight and Ranbob ran off, the fishermen immediately start yelling at Ran and run off to find Ranbob, screaming his name into the deafening thunder. Grievous follows them but Watson and Jackie hang back a bit, Jackie just looks at Ran with a heartbroken expression, tears in his eyes, and asks, with his voice shaking and laced with sadness, "Why can't you at least try to accept him, you dont have to like or forgive him, but why can't you just let him heal?" "Jackie..you dont know what's he done-" "I do know! And I'm willing to help him change and recover! You can't and your his brother! What kind of family member are you?" Ran tries to respond but Jackie just chokes and shakes his head at him, running off to follow the others. Watson then speaks up, simply saying "Mate, your doing more than hurting Ranbob at this point." Before running off to follow and join the others. Ran feels horrible, even before being confronted he so badly wanted to chase after Ranbob, but was to scared too and he constantly was trying to reassure himself that he did the right thing, but no matter what, he couldn't convince himself that was the truth. And after the confrontation, Ran is taking what was said to heart and also considering running away, leaving the group behind and sparing them of all the pain he believes he causes, believing that he's just as bad a family member as Ranbob was. But he doesnt, because he feels like he absolutely needs to talk to his brother and everyone else.

2: Oh god. Poor Ranbob. He really went through it. It does make me wonder, did anyone notice something was up? His mentor? Parents? Friends? Speaking off, what was his relationship with them all? From what I know, he seemed to be under a lot of pressure, so how did that effect things, and how did Dream’s presence change that? And uh, gladiators reactions to reading the diary? Also, did they get caught reading it, or? And how did everyone in general react to the pictures? The fishermen may have taken the latter, but how did they feel about seeing Ranbob before Dream came into the picture?

3: I tell it like it is, glad to hear it’s made you laugh though. And uh, oh boy. On one hand, I definitely shouldn’t laugh at stabbing and possible starvation. One the other. Ran’s reaction. Ranbob being threatened with Benjamin. Is he often threatened with Benjamin? What exactly happens if Benjamin is told? Will Raq be causing future problems? Is Ran happy to be on the road again?

4: That sucks. Did the gladiators witness it first hand, or did the fishermen kind of realize what was happening and split off for a bit? Reactions to either seeing or hearing this happen?

5: Ranbob’s reaction to this? Heck, all of the fishermen’s reactions?

6: As he should. If he ever starts looking even slightly thin again, Benjamin needs to jump into immediate action! Also, give him a blanket and warm drink, please? Please, he needs it, they all do.

7: So not too bad, that’s good. Charles was the one, huh? Interesting. Does Ranbob like having it back? And conflicting emotions, hmm? What would those emotions be? Does anyone ever notice the nickname makes him mad?

8: So the gladiators consider that their big approval? Why’s that? Like obviously, they helped break it up, but was it something particular? Did they get between the two? Jump into the arena? What?

9: A warning of Mizu...there’s something awfully tragic about that.

10: Sounds interesting! In what way would they be able to help?

11: Scattered about, hm? So Ranbob knows about Ranboo’s memory book? Did Dream tell him, or did Mizu have a copy, or? And yay, Ranbob finally gets a hug! Most wonderful! Sad Ran doesn’t succeed in murder, but meh. Always next time, I suppose.

12: You...you were really going for my heart when you wrote this, weren’t you? Um, first of all, ouch. Second of all, also ouch. That’s all I’ve got for you right now. Just, ouch, Anon. Ouch.

#dream smp #dream smp au #Brothers AU #tales from the smp #ranbob

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nalyria · 3 years ago

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God Michael! 🤣🤣 I finished playing Shadows of Saintsfour about two days ago during the Freeplay event and my LI was Michael.

I played SOS awhile ago but didn't get pass season 1 because I thought the series was super predictable which made it boring, but WOW DID IT PICK UP IN SEASON 2, esp 3!!! I can't believe it got better within those 2 seasons. I thought the story would be dragging on for no reason, but was pleasantly surprised that season 3 and season 2 were tied together with 1. And they existed in one cohesive story! I can't believe that I would have never, and I mean NEVER, would have touched this story again if it wasn't for the Freeplay event. I completely underestimated this story... I would have missed out this gem. Now I see why this is one of the more well-liked and popular book of the app now.

That being said, I love Michael. No not love, I ADORE him. Seriously.

I never screencap game moments but I had to for Michael. I never felt so much adoration for a character that made me want to do this 🤣🤣. I love the romantic scenes between MC and Michael and the conflict that was presented in season 2. And his asshole-douchery flaw....

In his next line, he says he's worried about you. He's just worried, but still Michael, no need to bring your girlfriend's friend down. ESPECIALLY WHEN THAT FRIEND HAS BEEN WITH HER THROUGH THE THICK AND THIN THAN YOU DID IN SEASON 2 and 1!!! (ofc Michael saved MC's life in season 1, but Derek has been sticking with MC when Michael hasn't, which is alot)

However, his sweetness towards MC is altogether too much. I wish he had more interaction with her friends tbh. But now I present the last line (I think) and perhaps the best from Michael...

So sweet 💕. Gosh he is still fallen head over heels for us 😳😭 like the first time. The sex scene with him was also so sweet... the line said everytging about him is familiar, yet there is something new to discover. 🥺I love how protective he is of MC and how absolutely loyal he is to her. He runs away with her FFS!!!! He leaves a gang and family with an equally traumatized brother just to be with her. He leaves everything for MC and if that doesn't scream Bae material, I don't know what else. He is the epitome of a ride or die partner and I cannot, I don't think, can feel the same attachment to the other LI's in this book. Probably John though lol.

I was super anxious during the train station scene because I thought I didn't have enough points with Michael for him to run away with me and the writers made it seem so, so I tapped pretty fast, half reading the lines in trepidation. When I read that he actually came and then we held hands as the train departed... my heart... 😭💔💔💔💔 RC don't play with my heart like that 🤣🤣🤣

That aside, I wish Michael had a bigger role in season 1, 2, and 3. He did in season 1, but he stopped appearing frequently, esp in 2 and 3. I thought he would appear more often because he's MC's bf. And it would make more sense for both of them to search together. Even unromanced, it would still make sense for Michael to hang with MC's group because they're the only ones who are really actively looking for Bobby. This would have led to more dynamics and interest in MC's friend group..alas, this didn't happen. A missed opportunity IMO but I suppose his absence could be explained by this: he has his own life. Lol. Or a different way of doing things. Still doesn't really make sense to me, but oh well. I still very enjoy his route and his development nonetheless.

I also wish other LI's had more moments with MC. I heard Stephanie was sidelined, not sure though because it was as though the main love interests would only appear around the time our chosen love interest appears. Not sure how much that is true since in season 1 I didn't romance her. Strange how she barely appeared in my route though. I thought she would help us more or become part of the gang, but she didn't. Disappointed because I would have def liked another best friend besides Candy and again, more layer to the friend group. Her interaction with Michael would have def be interesting.

I also wish that non-romanced main love interests appeared more than the Black dragons. To me, I don't think their role fit with the story very well if you think about it. Luke and Stephanie def would. Stephanie's grandma is acquainted with Mrs. Hill and is a witch; Luke's family's hold over the cursed painting. I wish the black dragons' appearances were at least shared with the non-romanced ones. Like I wish I knew what Luke and Stephanie were up to in detail. It was seriously strange for Luke to not be around when Bobby was missing and that he never tried contacting us. In both seasons 2 and 3, I couldn't stop wondering what they were up to and missed them (although Luke drugged us lol).

So imo, the black dragons' role should def be less than Luke and Stephanie. Definitely weird, but it is what it is.

Speaking of the Black Dragon's, Aaron is a hot daddy. Like GOD DAMN. I couldn't help but flirt and kiss with him although I was scared that it might ruin my relationship with Michael 🤣🤣🤣. Cherry.. i would like cherry if he was drawn better. At first, I couldn't like him because of his sprite but his personality is ahh, so mischievous, I love it. I would have picked Aaron over cherry though LOL.

I would replay season 3 to romance them again, but the scenes are very few and I already played most of them. I'm just missing their final sex scenes really, so it's not really worth it to replay the entire season just to get their ending and final sex scene lol.

I can't bear to cheat on Michael with Aaron or cherry, I can't do him dirty like that. Like for FFS, Aaron married Luke's sister and we never, at least imo, build the same heart wrenching connection we do with Michael compared to them. And the fact that he freaking left everything in his life for 10 years to be with us!! Like nooo I can't!! 🤣🤣 there aren't enough scenes with the side characters to justify the cheating 🤣🤣 Michael is too gentle and sweet for the hurt.... but i did cheat on him with Derek HAHHAHA mostly because 1996 Michael wasn't available so I thought something happened so I was like ALRIGHT GUESS WE FUCKIN'. I was tempted to choose Derek over Michael because Derek has been with us more than Michael has. Not to mention, he really cares for MC. Wish there was a 3p ending with both of them 😭😭 they're both super loyal to MC and would lay their life down for her.

The same thing with John too. I can't bear to see Michael grieving over MC and MC picking John over him... can you imagine Michael dying and finally seeing his dearly desired dead gf in DreamWorld but only to see her gettin' it down with some guy who tried to kill everyone in the past? 🤣🤣🤣 nah man I can't do him dirty, especially when Michael saved us from the Faun. Speaking of that event, it was weird that there wasn't a conversation/consequence from Michael who saw John kiss us LOL. And he definitely heard us talking about the intimate moments we shared HAHAHAHA. Though, John's short route is terribly cute. I really enjoyed it tbh. Surprised that we didn't have any repercussions for cheating on Michael with him. Moving on, I watched his ending on YouTube and it was super bittersweet.😭

I honestly like his route a bit more than Aaron's. Or equally. Can't decide! Aaron's route is basically MC still in love with her old crush who used to intimidate her and was exciting since he's someone you wouldn't acquaint yourself with, especially as a young, inexperienced student. And then coming back as a mature woman, and still knowing that you're in love with him and he is still too, ah so cute. That moment you share with him in the snow on the swings 💕💕. Honestly I feel like that moment MC needed a proper adult figure to comfort her so that scene was a bit weird and made me think, hm, MC is probably crushing on him because he is older, hot, and is sort of providing a parental comfort to her lol. In my HC universe, MC crushes on him, but it quickly dies because she was vulnerable in the moment. I'm happy that that moment didn't escalate any further and that Aaron didn't chase MC unless MC did in the end. It would have been very weird because it would have been a moment where he, as an adult figure, take advantage of MC. Then again, it's fantasy/fiction. To each to their own eh? I still enjoyed it. I honestly could personally relate to the line where Mc says that the experience and age (something like this) provided comfort to her, so that moment felt awfully sweet to me.

In the end, there could only be so much you can push in in a story game app.

I still really enjoyed this story. Despite the flaws I pointed out, I love this story to every bits. I find this much more entertaining than SOTF, so I'm glad that it is written the way it is. Perhaps I should write a post about SOTF in the future since I'm close to finishing it, but I don't think I will since I don't like it much.

#romance club #shadows of saintfour #the shadows of saintfour #SOS

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