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x-reader-writer · 3 years ago

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Hii can I request for Peter parker x male reader.

The reader is taller than him, dominant and has piercings, and peter comes out to the avengers as bi and tells them that he has a boyfriend. They're sceptical first but then they see peter sitting on readers lap and them being affectionate and sweet and laughing at jokes they make.

If this contains anything that makes you uncomfortable pls ignore this.

Thank uuu.

A/N: Hi!! Of course you can. I don't do nsfw posts, but I can make the reader seem more confident to fill that gap!

Sorry it's taken so long!! I hope this is alright!

I'm coming out

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male! Reader

~~~~~

"Baby, it's gonna be okay."

"But what if it's not! What if they yell, or they hate me, or Mr. Stark wants to never see me again, or-"

You quickly grab your boyfriend's hands to stop him from talking. "Babe, none of that will happen," you say calmly, with a gentle tone. "Do you know why? It's because they're decent people who adore you, Pete, just like I do."

"You think so?" Peter asks nervously, blushing from the compliment from his partner.

"I know so," you reply, a gentle smile gracing your face.

~~~~~

Peter was stood in the elevator, his foot anxiously tapping on the slightly metallic flooring. He lets out a long, deep breath, trying to control his anxiety.

The doors then open, on the penthouse of the Avengers Tower (formerly Stark Tower). Peter steps out and looks around the common room.

All of the Avengers were sat on the sofas and little chairs, lounging around and watching a Disney movie. Peter was amused slightly as he saw that Bucky was sat on Sam's lap as a joke (Peter could tell he just wanted to sit there-).

Peter then quietly clears his throat. It wasn't the best idea, as the movie was playing quite loudly, so nobody could hear him. He takes a deep breath and then loudly cough.

Everyone in the room jumps, even causing Tony to make his popcorn go flying. Everyone looks over at the teen, who nervously rubs his arm.

"Oh hey, Pete," Tony says, picking up a handful of his popcorn that had landed on his lap. "What're you doing here? It's not Friday yet."

"Sorry about scaring you all," Peter says quickly. He then replies to his mentor saying, "Yeah, sorry about coming earlier than expected Mr. Stark, but I wanted to talk to you. To you all."

"What is it, son?" Steve asks, smiling gently at the teen (no, Peter isn't actually his son, Steve's just old). Peter stays looking awkward and nervous, so he encourages, "It's okay, we're here for whatever it is, Peter."

"I'm bisexual," Peter blurts out. The room goes silent. He then quietly mumbles, "And I have a boyfriend."

Peter grips at his arm tightly waiting for some type of reaction, the silence dragging on.

"No," is the first thing said after minutes of silence. Unsurprisingly, it was Steve who had said this. Peter had kind of expected him and Bucky to react slightly badly towards this as they were from a different time period where they didn't accept gay people.

Peter then feels hope as he sees Tony going to say something. However it is shattered when the words 'I'm sorry Pete, but bisexuality isn't a thing' come out of his mentors mouth.

"What?" Peter whimpers, taking a step back in surprise and hurt.

"Tony, that's a bit harsh," Natasha says, glaring at the man. She then looks at Peter with a straight face and states, "However, that doesn't mean that you are Bisexual. You're just confused and need to find the right girl for you."

Peter shakes his head and turns back around to leave the penthouse, ignoring the calls from the avengers, especially the shouts and demands to come back and to stop being stupid.

~~~~~

Peter was sat in your lap, crying into your shoulder. You were gently shushing him and smoothing his hair, whispering in his ear it was okay.

"I'm really sorry, Petey, I pushed you into this-"

"It's not your fault," Peter replies, sniffling as he wiped his nose.

"And it's not yours either," you reply, gently poking his chest to prove your point. "They were wrong to say that and do that to you, I'm glad I was here waiting for you so you could come to me. Otherwise, I don't know what would have happened."

Peter nods and sniffles, wiping his nose with his hand. You chuckle softly and grab a tissue from your pocket (what? Peter cried a lot, you liked to be prepared!) and hand it to him with a smile. He smiles back at you and blows his nose.

"Better, Dumbo?" You ask, teasing him with the name.

Peter giggles and says, "Better, n/n."

You grin and then say, "uh oh, I see someone coming.." Peter looks at you confused, but you simply raise your hands slowly. Peter pales slightly before squealing and trying to get away from you as you start tickling his sides. He laughs and giggles, kicking and squirming on your lap. "Tickle monster!"

After a few minutes, Peter's sad tears had turned into tears of laughter. So you stopped and smirked at him as he was still laughing and blushing from the tickle 'fight'.

You lean down and kiss his nose, which makes him blush gently. then you start kissing all over his face, making him a blushing mess.

"Ksh, mission complete boys, ksh," you state, pretending you had a Walkie talkie, making Peter giggle at you and move up to cuddle up to you. You grin and gently smooth his back.

"And who are you?" A male voice says, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere between the two.

You look up and glare at the group who had approached you. The Avengers. The ones who hurt your boyfriend.

"What do you want?"

"We heard from security there was a random guy sat here, so we came to see who you were, and then we saw you touching up Peter," Clint says, glaring at you.

"Excuse me?" You state, shocked at what he had said, as you had hardly even touched your boyfriend, only holding his head and hugging him.

"Who. Are. You?" Bucky says, getting angry.

"I'm Y/n L/n, aka, Peter's boyfriend," you growl. You then hold Peter gently as you pull him closer, feeling extra protective over him as everyone starts yelling their complaints and how much they disagreed.

"What on Midgard is going on here?" You hear a booming voice call out.

Both you and Peter look over first. You see that the owner of the voice was Thor Odinson, next to him was stood a very pissed looking Loki.

"I think we both know what is happening here, brother," Loki replies, a muscle in their forehead spasming, almost comically. You would have found it amusing if not for the situation at hand.

Tony replies to Thor's question, ignoring Loki had said anything, "Peter is apparently 'Bisexual' and this random guy is his 'boyfriend'. I'm thinking he's a hydra agents and has brainwashed-"

"Enough!" Thor yells, glaring at Tony and the group. "How dare you make rude comments about these poor boys! Bisexuality is a common thing among Asgardians, Loki himself is one! Bisexuality is common amongst many things, even the animals on your own planet are bisexual, gay or any of the other LGBTQ community! You should not slander such a group, especially as they are such a huge quantity of the population, and not only of this planet or your species!"

The room was silent, even you included.

Loki walks over to Peter and gently pat's his head, their face soft and a gentle smile was placed upon their lips. "You are the Peter child, yes?" The brunette nods at the god, who smiles more in return. "Here is a little secret of my own that I've been keeping from everyone, that I shall share. It will mean that I'm joining you in, as Midgardians say, 'coming out'."

Loki then turns to the group and says, "I have something to say too. I, myself, am genderfluid. And I identify as a female today."

The room is silent again.

"I have a sister!" Thor says excitedly, picking Loki up and twirling her around. Loki smiles, happy Thor had accepted her.

"Woah, that's so cool, Ms. Loki!" Peter squeals, smiling brightly. "Oh wait, do you still want to be called that?"

"Yes, Loki is perfectly fine, child" she replies, smiling back.

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kirislut · 4 years ago

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Hiiii, it is me 😎✌️ I had this request in my mind for a while, and when I found ur page I was like, I feel like you’d write it perfectly!!!! The request: Bakugou or Todoroki having a very tough day, then when their S/O tries to bring them like soup or smth, they throw it on the floor, and the glass cuts the S/Os hands and they try to hide it while picking up everything, and when the boy sees their hand w a bandage later on in the day, they feel SO GUILTY!! Also, w fluff at the end pls! Thank u!

a/n: heyyy 😎✌️, first, thanks for this request! second, i don’t know if i can write it perfectly but i hope you like it absksj. definitely don’t feel any pressure 😳 (i got too excited and wrote a lot....whoops)

warnings: bakugou(swearing), mention of getting cut, mention of blood

Katsuki Bakugou

bakugou is an angry guy, everyone knows that. but today he was especially pissed off. he had gotten into a heated argument with kirishima after training. usually he didn’t care but this time he knew he was wrong but was too damn stubborn and prideful ever admit it.

so instead of working it out with his best friend he was just extra pissed off today. which was unfortunate for you.

when he came back to the shared dorms, you were busy cooking some spicy ramen for the both of you. luckily you had finished training earlier that day, so you and time to surprise your boyfriend!

stomping feet could be heard as you dished yourself and bakugou up, and hearing the stomping meant you knew he was close by. lucky for you he was actually sitting at a nearby table, grumbling to himself about something. you didn’t know what however.

excited to surprise your lover, you practically skip over to the angry blonde. “katsuki! i made some spicy for you~” when you set the bowl in front of him he just grunted and swiped it off the table. “leave me the fuck alone.”

he didn’t even spare you a glance as you just gawked at him, what had you done wrong? gulping nervously you’re just turned to start cleaning up. you used napkins to pick up and wipe up the spilled ramen then started to pick up the broken ceramic.

you didn’t notice that a particular piece was sharp, grabbing it caused you to feel a stinging situation in your palm. so when you pulled away it dragged, creating a now bleeding gash in your palm.

a whimper escaped from you, quickly applying pressure to the wound to delay the bleeding. you moved to the kitchen and used paper towels to clean up your bloody palm, all while bakugou sat there blissfully unaware.

as you cleaned yourself up, the still extra angry male got up from the table and stomped off to his room. he scolded you to leave him alone, because he was actuallt considering apologizing. that thought was pissing him off, and not to mention thinking about how to be kind for once was a slight challenge. only because he was stubborn in this matter.

by the time bakugou was in his dorm room, you had finished up cleaning and were now wrapping up your hand with some gauze because a bandaid wouldn’t suffice. even if bakugou didn’t eat the ramen, didn’t mean you would let it go to waste.

but as your began to ate, you were replaying the situation to try and figure out what went wrong. sure bakugou has a bad temper but this was a different kind of anger which you haven’t seen before. you were absolutely certain you didn’t do anything wrong, so why was bakugou upset?

quickly finishing up your meal and putting away your dishes, you went to bakugou’s room because you were worried about him. it was honestly kinda crazy on how you weren’t even angry or upset with the male, just worried for him because you loved him that much.

everyone has their moments and slip ups were they release their anger on to someone else unintentionally, and you knew that very well. because of a certain boy.

standing in front of your boyfriends door, you knocked. when he didn’t respond after a few seconds you just opened the door and proceeded.

“oi! who said you— oh.” his angry expression faltered when he saw you standing there. lucky for you he was able to calm down after thinking it through and developing a plan. a perfect plan to be precise. nothing less from the ambitious guy himself.

“about earlier, are you okay? you haven’t eaten yet and i know you’re angry.” you shut the door behind you and join bakugou on his bed. bakugou lets out a sigh, leaning back against his headboard and staring at the ceiling.

“you a stalker or something? how can you always read me so well.” bakugou let out another sigh, this time more of a huff as he patted the space beside him. signaling you to sit by him.

as you scooted over to place yourself by him you responded, “i’m your lover katsuki, i think it would be bad if i didn’t know you well wouldn’t it?” the blonde glanced at you then did a little nod. he knew you knew him well, and he kinda loved how sometimes you could practically read his mind.

“i got into a fight with shittyhair, i don’t want to say more because i know i’ll get mad again.” as the spiky blonde explained, he noticed the gauze around your hand. he immediately grabbed your wrist, being gentle, and brought you hand up. “what happened.”

hearing bakugou’s stern tone made you gulp, “i cut myself that’s all! just need to be more careful.” even though you were playing cool bakugou also knew you too well as well. he thought back to when he spotted you in the kitchen, you didn’t have this before. even if you thought bakugou didn’t spare you a glance, he would always look at you once. whether you notice it or not.

his jaw clenched when he realized that he was the cause of this, great today he fucked up twice with two of the people he valued deeply. his silence was definitely worrying you, was he going to yell? you weren’t sure what to expect for once.

his next move you did give you a bit of a surprise. your boyfriend leaned forward and pressed such a soft kiss against your forward. you never knew his kisses could feel so gentle yet loving. “i’m sorry.”

even if his apology was simple, it was all he needed to say. the rest was communicated with his actions. you smiled brightly at bakugou, reciprocating his actions, you pressed a loving kiss against his lips.

the rest of the night was filled with lots of kisses and a plethora of cuddles.

Shouto Todoroki

there is no beating around the bush here, todoroki was having an absolutely terrible day. he was supposed to visit his mother but his father visited him instead. he lectured his son about how he needs to focus on becoming the number one hero, not messing around with a lover. this led to an agruement which also stopped him from seeing his mother because visiting hours had ended by the time he got there.

so when he came back to the dorm, after an entire day basically going garage. he was not happy, in fact he was quite pissed. he didn’t even try to hide his scowl as he passed by you.

“sho? hey sho what’s wrong?” your boyfriend stopped to look back at you. “(y/n) i’m fine. just a little tired.” todoroki went to turn, but you grabbed his hand.

“are you sure? you should eat dinner before going to bed at least. i even have some left over cold soba!” before he could reject you you dragged him off into the kitchen and served him the left over soba you made for yourself not to long ago.

“(y/n) i’m not hungry.” he replied simply. but you weren’t going to let him get off that easily. “sho please eat.” you insisted.

this turned into a banter of back and forth between you two. you kept insisting he ate, whike todoroki kept refusing. he was losing his patience with each time.

as a last cause resort and grabbed his hand and placed the bowl in it, “shouto you need to eat!” your tone was raised and more stern this time. you weren’t angry but just concerned and worried.

but this pushed todoroki over the edge. his hands trembled for a moment before he chucked the bowl at the ground, “(y/n), you don’t need to act like a parent. i can do whatever i want.”

the fact that todoroki didn’t even raise his voice at you, yet it held so much anger, made you tremble in fear. you stood there frozen in shock as your boyfriend proceeded to walk away.

your fists clenched at your sides, now you were getting upset like todoroki was. how could he just throw the food on the ground? besides he was never one to act like this. sure he got angry, as everyone does, but it was another level.

you crouched down and started to pick up the broken pieces of the bowl. trying your best to be careful. but as you reached for a piece of ceramic, another piece of the broken bowl dragged along your finger. immediately you pulled your hand back, cringing at the stinging sensation. there was another piece of bowl beside the one you were reaching, which had a sharp edge sticking up towards you.

you swore under your breath as bleed started to leak from the wound, getting up to take care of it before you finished cleaning up.

on the other hand, todoroki was cooling off in his room. and now starting to feel guilty for what he had said and done. he knew he shouldn’t have been so harsh with you. but you just happened to push him over the edge.

he wasn’t angry with you, no, mostly at himself. he knew he should’ve informed his father himself that he started dating you, but he never got around to it. which led him to finding out on his own and the previous agruement to occur.

but even if his father disagreed, there was no way he was going to lose you. he would prove that you were no distraction, and in fact motivation. before he could prove that, he need to apologize to you first.

leaving his room, he went back down to see if you were still in the kitchen area. but you weren’t, so he went back up to the dorm rooms.

when he got to your room, he didn’t bother knock and just opened the door. “(y/n)?” hearing todoroki’s voice made you look up from your phone. you were just scrolling on social media to take your mind off you little fight with your boyfriend

“shouto, do you need something?” you watched as he came into your room, shutting the door behind him, and going straight to you. he sat himself down across from you, looking at his lap as he thought of how to say what he wanted.

“i’m sorry for throwing your soba. i’m sure it was amazing, but i was just angry. before i was able to visit my mother, my father stopped me give me a scolding about how he disagrees with our relationship.” todoroki looked up at you as he finished, surprised to see how sad you looked.

“but (y/n) don’t worry, i’m not letting him stop our relationship. i can never give you up, please remember that i always love you.” he reached out and gently held your face in his hands, not wanting you to think that he would ever let someone like his father get in the way of you both.

your frown was soon replaced with a smile, honestly you were slightly embarrassed to let yourself think that todoroki would give up on your relationship just because of his own dad.

nuzzling you’re face into his touch, you reached up and covered his hands with your own. but as you did so, todoroki was quick to notice that your finger was covered up by a large bandage.

“was that from me?” todoroki asked as he frowned, letting go of your face and carefully taking your hand so that he could look at your finger.

“no sho! it was my fault, i was careless.” you watched as todoroki lightly shook his head. “no it’s my fault my love, i’m sorry again.” he brought your hand up to his face and placed a warm kiss against your bandaged finger.

watching him made your heart flutter, how did you end up with such a caring boy? todoroki didn’t stop kissing just your finger. he kissed the back of your palm then moved forward to kiss your forehead, then your cheek, then finally your lips.

you smiled happily against his lips. you just so happy to know that nothing could get between you and your beloved. not even his father. and not even a bowl of soba.

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closetedotaku01 · 4 years ago

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can i rq for insecure s/o that have a beautiful body but she recently gained weight and kept overthinks it, but none of her friends are helping her out cause they think her body is nice and keeps taking her insecurities lightly.. for kuroo and oikawa pls

Imagine for Kuroo & Oikawa with insecure FEM S/O lacking a support system.

A/N: Wow I love this ask with my whole heart. Even chose two of my favorite characters. And may I just say these two might be the best in this situation, given that they’re captains, and aside from Bokuto captains are very aware of their teams and the general mental state and morale of every person on their team, so they might be the best people for this situation.

TW: Body image issues, self-esteem issues

Now: Imagine time!!!

Kuroo Tetsurō

-Kuroo would notice you spending more time in the bathroom. More time picking out outfits. And your generally more disgruntled demeanor

-He can tell you’re unhappy, but he cannot tell what about. As far as he knows there’s nothing that’s happened. But he figures you’ll tell him in time whatever is bothering you.

-And then one day he’s out with you and your friends and one of them compliments your outfit and your body.

-He sees the way you immediately flush and reject the compliment. It’s not a humility thing or a simple deflection out of embarrassment, he can see you wholly and fully rejecting the compliment. You don’t even look like it made you feel good.

-He takes your hand in his and is about to ask you if everything’s okay when one of your friends whines about how pretty girls always fish for compliments

-He notices how your chuckle is feigned and your eyes look beyond hurt, watering a bit. How you squeeze his hand slightly.

-Your mutter out something he can’t quite make out over the sound of everyone else talking, but it’s something along the lines of you mentioning your weight gain. And it clicks for him.

-One of your friends talks about how you still look “fine” and he can’t take it anymore. You’re far from fine. As far from fine as it gets. You’re magnificent, an absolute treasure, and fuck them for not noticing that the most beautiful girl in the entire world is not happy

-Fuck them for not seeing it. Fuck them for hurting you. He is not having it.

- “I’m sorry everyone, we’re headed home now,” he says, already standing up and grabbing your purse to hand to you.

-You follow his lead solely because you’re scared if you don’t you might burst into tears in front of everyone and you don’t want to cause a scene.

- “Awww come on where’re you going? Why can’t you guys stay?”

- Kuroo doesn’t miss a beat, “I need some alone time with my gorgeous girlfriend.” He turns to you, speaking barely above a whisper, “You ready to go, love?”

-You nod at his gentle words and head back to your apartment together.

~~~~

When you enter your apartment, Kuroo immediately pulls you into a tight hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispers to you, tucking his body into yours, head into your neck, arms wrapped tight around you.

The tears you’d been holding back fall freely from your eyes and into his shirt, “I’m sorry, Tetsu I--”

He pushes you back, holding your shoulder at an arm’s length, “What are you apologizing for, love? You’ve done absolutely nothing wrong.” You can’t meet his eyes, forcing yourself to stare down at the visible extra weight you’ve put on.

“For… not looking like the girl you fell in love with,” it’s all you can say before the sobs start pouring out. Hating your body. Hating yourself. Hating yourself for putting the most caring man you’ve ever known through this with you.

The sobs tear through your body leaving an aching wreckage in your chest and your stomach and your back and your throat. There’s nothing left undamaged. Every bit of you is in so much pain and is shaking, like the pain you’ve been feeling finally exploded and is trying to escape by any means it can, fighting to escape even through your shaking fingertips.

Kuroo puts his hand to one cheek and wipes the tears on that side, he bends down so his face is in front of yours, “Look at me.” His voice is soft and comforting filled with the love, care, and respect you had grown used to, but these words were packed full of them. Even when you knew you didn’t deserve all the affection.

He inhales deeply, “Deep breath in through your nose,” he exhales softly, smiling with his eyes as he blows lightly on your tears sending coolness into your burning cheeks, “And out through your mouth.”

You copy him as he repeats this until your breathing steadies. Until your heart has stopped slamming against your chest. Until the pain in your body is reduced to a dull ache.

Your eyes are still on his, and he’s looking at you with passionate love and fierce compassion, “There she is. There’s my beautiful girlfriend,” he says with a shy smile.

“I’m not---” a sob threatens to reappear, but you catch it in your throat.

“Love, you are beyond gorgeous. Your body is so sexy and still so adorable and pretty. I don’t know how you do it,” he kisses the crown of your head, “you mean the world to me,” a kiss to your forehead, “and if you call my world anything less than a goddess, anything less than perfection,” he kisses both of your eyelids and the tip of your nose in quick succession, “I will have to fight you.” He punctuates his sentence by planting a kiss on your lips.

“Tetsu, just because you’re my boyfriend, doesn’t mean you have to lie to me. It actually means you shouldn’t lie to me. And I know I don’t look good like this.”

His shoulders fall. And he has a sad expression on his face, but his eyes are still happy and you can see the smile tugging on his lips as he looks down, “Oh I get it,” he takes a long pause, “you think I have bad taste.”

You hit his arm playfully, “Tetsu, I’m serious!”

“So am I!” he shoots back, chuckling lightly.

“Okay, love, I know you don’t believe me. But you are seriously gorgeous. Completely, out of this world gorgeous. Beyond any person, place, or thing I have ever seen. The whole cosmos comes together to make the Earth and everything in it and around it, and the only part of any of it that’s worth seeing is you.”

His words feel raw and sincere, but you’re about to reject his kindness when he says the words you’ve been waiting for, “But you don’t see yourself that way. And that means you’re wrong…. But you do deserve to feel as beautiful as you are. And to feel as happy as you always make me. So if you want to come with me on my runs or if you want me to help you with anything let me know. I think you’re gorgeous but more than anything you deserve to be happy with how you look. So I’ll be right there by your side to get you there safely and healthily.”

You start to tear up again, your chest welling with love for the man before you. You collapse into his hold, and he holds you tight. He pulls away slightly to get a look at your face, “On one condition.”

You nod.

“I disagree, but I still believe that you don’t see yourself as beautiful. So even if you disagree ... can you please believe me when I say I know you’re absolutely bewitching.”

You nod again, and he pulls you in close to his body, happy to have brought you peace.

Oikawa Tōru

-It wasn’t intended to wound you. In full honesty, it wasn’t intended for you. But you’d heard it nonetheless and it was roaring through your mind.

- “Pretty people never date down.”

-You’d heard in passing as you walked down the street. But the words bounced around, rattling everything in your mind.

-You never thought of yourself as particularly pretty, but you’d certainly done yourself no favors by putting on a healthy amount of “relationship weight”.

-You tried going to your friends, desperately craving some semblance of comfort or hope for your relationship with THE universally recognized pretty boy Oikawa Tōru.

-They shot back sarcastic comments about your “pretty girl problems”

- “Former pretty girl problems" was the only thing your brain could shoot back, determined to push you into a hole with the crushing anxieties you had about your body now doubled up with losing the person you loved and trusted most in your life.

-You walked into your apartment, your boyfriend on his laptop watching and rewatching one of his games, taking notes on his performance as well as the performance of each of his peers.

~~~~

“Hey baby how was your day?” his words are unfocused. Almost like he’s reading from a script as he jots down more notes and rewinds to rewatch the same play again.

“Terrible,” you say, honestly believing he’d be too caught up in his game to care. Who’d care for the ugly girl they were stuck with anyway? He probably stuck with you out of sheer pity.

He immediately paused the game and turned back to face you, “Aww no, what happened, baby? Come here.” his arms were open wide for you on the couch.

“You know you can leave,” you said before you could think better of it. You regretted it. You didn’t want him to know that. You selfishly wanted him to stay with you forever, even if only out of pity. But… he did deserve better.

“What?” he asks quirking a brow, aware of how serious you sound, “I don’t want to… leave. Do you just need some alone time, Y/N? I can go on a run or something if you need some time to clear your head.”

“I meant ... leave me,” you say, your voice weaker and higher this time as tears that you hadn’t even felt forming started blurring your vision threatening to spill any moment.

He was in front of you in a heartbeat, “I’m sorry. I’ve been focusing too much on other things, haven’t I? I promise I don’t wan--”

“No the problem is you’re focusing too much on me!” your voice comes out as a yell and you see the half-step he takes, backing away from you, “you deserve better Tōru. You should want to leave.” With that, the tears spill over and your legs give in as you fall pathetically to the ground.

This moment is the very reason he should leave. You can’t even hold yourself together. You’re not pretty, you’re not strong, you’ve yelled at him when he’s done nothing wrong… you hardly deserve him.

You feel his hand meet your cheek and you flinch slightly at the contact, but neither of you move. His hand drifts down to your chin, lifting your face up so your eyes meet his. Your anger and sadness triple down on you when you see he’s got a fake smile on, his eyes rimmed red, tears forming because of you.

“I love you. I am not leaving you. Full stop. So please tell me what’s bothering you, baby.”

You want to ignore him. You want to grab your things and leave so he can get started on finding a better match so he wasn’t stuck dating down. With his body and mind and humor and kindness, he’d have no trouble. He had a million fans on standby at any given moment anyway.

But you don’t. You don’t pack. You don’t leave. You instead, pull his body into yours, desperately clutching his shirt with whitened knuckles, sobbing into him.

With time you let his strong arms bring you peace. With your body molded tight against his, you eventually match his breathing, steadying yourself. His smell grounds you, the feeling of his hand in your hair calms you, and the soft, gentle praises he coos into your ear center you. Effectively, he slays every intrusive thought in your mind.

“You’re so perfect for me.”

“I never want to leave you.”

“You’ve made me the man I am today. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“I know the path to being my best self, is a path I’ll only be able to walk with you by my side.”

“You’re my whole world, baby. Please stop discounting yourself.”

“I wouldn’t change one thing about you, baby. Not even your stupid jokes. Not even the way you tease me.”

“I love your mind and the way you think. How kind and passionate you are. How you support me through everything. How you take such good care of me and everyone you love. God, I love the way you love. I love how wholly and completely you give love. And I love your body, baby. I love how pretty your face is, how perfectly your body fits with mine, how completely, mind-blowingly sexy you are. All of you. There’s not one part of you I am not head over heels in love with. We’re an absolute knockout of a couple, but you are by far the better half. Baby, please believe that because it is the truth.”

Every word is woven between kisses and touches and the easing of your whole body and mind. There was no way these words were planned. They were genuine. You could hear the authenticity in his voice, even though the unpleasant raspiness that had formed as he desperately tried to hold back his own tears. He had you whipped. Completely convinced.

You belonged here right in his arms. Right up next to him. As close as the world would allow any two people to get.

After you’d calmed down completely he asked without looking at you so he could keep you close, “What happened?”

You told him everything. The words you heard. How they beat around in your head, leaving a cold thunderous ache throughout your body. How your support system had failed you. How he had saved you from the treacherous thoughts that were certain to continue sending you spiraling downward if he hadn’t fixed everything simply by being him. And how much you treasure him.

He let out a breathy laugh, that soon grew into a full-on laugh as the tears finally left his eyes.

“It’s not funny Tōru!” you pout, basking in the sweet sound of his deep laughter.

“I know,” he says, still laughing. He clears his throat and does his best to stifle down the laughter, but it keeps bubbling up, “I know, baby. I know. But you know how I feel and you know that’s not going to change.”

“Then why are you laughing,” you ask, giggling as you wipe the last of your tears from your face and wipe the ones from his.

“All I can think of,” the laughter breaks through his sentence, but he regains his composure, “is that you think I’m the prettier one.”

You hit his arm as you two laugh on the floor behind the couch, perfectly at ease with the man who you adore, and who adores you.

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Also just a reminder: Weight =/= beauty. So whether you are plus-sized, or thin, curvy, or flat, your body is perfect as it is. Just please stay healthy and happy and that’s all it takes. “Fat” does not mean ugly. “Skinny” does not mean ugly. Please stop associating these words. They’re not the same.

Beauty is your kindness and your compassion and your integrity. Your will to fight another day, your will to stand up for others, your will to give voice to the voiceless. It’s the way you look when you’re passionate and the way you constantly bring joy to others. So while I personally do understand associating my worth and my beauty with my weight, we all know that it’s just incorrect. Beauty does not fall into any physical mold, so please don’t try to hold yourself to a mold that was created by people who profit off your insecurity. You are you, and that is a goddamn blessing. You are you and that is more than enough. Your body is perfect. Please be kind.

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beanst0ck · 4 years ago

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omg bby ur requests are open!! yesss i missed ur writing sm can i request some hcs for ukai w a latina s/o?? like she has tanned skin & sum curves and how the karasuno meets her? love u girl <3

i don’t write for ukai but you said tsukishima was ok so i hope you like it 👉👈

whether you’re a new student, transfer student, or whatever, tsukishima probably isn’t gonna notice you at first, sorry :p

don’t get salty tho, i said at first

when he does catch glimpses of you around school, cause let’s face it you’re probably gonna stick out, he’s gonna ask yamaguchi about you

“oh (y/n)? she’s new here, i think she arrived about a week ago.”

tsukishima was kinda shocked that it took him that long to notice you, but he went back to doing his thing

i don’t see him actually going up and talking to you, so let’s say that you two end up working together as partners for a group project

that way he HAS to talk to you and he’ll see just how wonderful you really are, cause let’s face it, you’re wonderful! if anyone disagrees istg ill throw hands

surprise surprise, you two got into a relationship, congrats you lucky son of a-

you don’t know what you love about him.. maybe it’s his sarcastic personality? maybe it’s his height? is it the fact that he’s on the volleyball team? the world may never know let’s be honest who doesn’t love him

tsukishima finds you and your culture very intriguing!

he’ll probably straight up ask you about it too, he’s not gonna tell you why, but it’s pretty obvious it’s because he cares and wants to know more about you :’)

he’ll also do some research!! bc he wants to impress you with how much he knows 😼

teach him your language pls pls pls

if you start talking in another language he’s gonna ask you for a translation

“hm? what does that mean? ahh ok”

totally isn’t taking notes nope no sir

he’ll probably pick up some things from you curse words and use the phrases when he’s yelling at hinata and kageyama bonding with his teammates! such a nice guy

oh the music

he’s definitely gonna wanna know about your music

make a playlist consisting of famous songs from where you’re from and send it to him, trust me, he’ll love you forever

in return he’ll also make you a playlist from some songs he likes :) that’s when you know he’s in deep

if you’re skin is lighter or darker, he’s gonna love you either way, he doesn’t care about looks a king yes we stan ✊

what he’s gonna care about is if you can handle his salty ass attitude

but, if you don’t love how you look, when you’re cuddling and napping together he’s gonna trace your features with his finger and mumble how beautiful you look and how much he loves you 👉👈

you two decide not to go bragging to the whole school just yet that the two of you are together

but tsukishima is so tempted to do just that because he doesn’t like how other people at school look at you

he’s really tempted to grab you by the waist and kiss you infront of everyone to show them that there’s no way in hell they have a chance with you

but he doesn’t because he knows people would ask questions and he would find that extremely annoying yamaguchi knows tho, best friend rights

bby gets a little a lot jelly heuheu

so that means that the volleyball team doesn’t know you’re together

and it’s no surprise that tanaka and nishinoya have noticed you walking around school

one day when he entered the gym to practice, he heard tanaka and nishinoya talking about a new girl

they always do that so he ignored them, until he heard your name

“i swear man, have you SEEN (y/n)?”

“of course ive seen her! ive also seen her coming to our games👁👁”

tsukishima was not happy to find out they were talking about you, but he kept his composure

that is until they commented on how pretty and curvy they thought you were

“it’s not like she’ll pay attention to you guys, she’s already with someone.”

when i tell you nishinoya and tanaka went “what👁👄👁”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT TSUKISHIMA??”

“YEA TELL US!!”

shit tsukishima immediately regretted saying anything at all because now they were bombarding him with questions about you

tsukishima thought he could’ve avoided their questions until yamaGUCCI spoke up

“that’s because (y/n)’s dating tsu-”

crap and he immediately shut up once he felt tsukishima’s glare on him, he had forgotten that it was supposed to be a secret

tsukishima hoped that tanaka and nishinoya didn’t hear yams, but they did

and OH BOY, they were so happy that their tsukishima had finally found someone

so happy in fact, they wanted to meet you! like, right now-

“no”

it went on for a couple of days, every time at practice the team would ask about you

how you were doing, if you were eating well, all that good stuff

now, you already knew tsukishima was on the volleyball team as mentioned before, you’ve gone to their games before but when he told you his team wanted to meet you, you were excited!

you asked to meet his friends and when tsukishima saw your exited face, he couldn’t say no he has a soft spot for you

so you walked with him and yamaguchi to practice and you were kind of nervous

you’ve seen how serious they could be on the court especially that little orange speedy gonzales and ngl, they were kind of scary

yamaguchi reassured you tho, telling you that they were all nice and friendly and that they couldn’t hurt a fly

meanwhile tsukishima was scoffing and calling them all idiots, telling you that there’s nothing to be worried about with them if any of them hurt you they would not live to see tomorrow

when you guys arrived at the gym you saw that they were all waiting for you at the door, literally

kinda felt weird having so many eyes on you, but you couldn’t begin to imagine how they must’ve felt during a game

the whole team was ✨mesmerized✨

they wondered why the hec you chose tsukishima out of all people

like, YOU ARE YOU, so pretty, amazing, wonderful— how did the salt shaker manage to catch your interest?

everyone was especially interested in your culture! they asked you questions a translation to what tsukishima would tell them during practice and you would happily answer all of them!

they wanted to know about your language, food, music, etc

you felt so appreciated :’)

you vibed really well with yachi and kiyoko, they were so nice and beautiful now you guys are best friends

you we’re happily chatting amongst his teammates and tsukishima was lowkey getting jealous he’s used to you giving him most of your attention ok??

daichi and sugawara noticed and told the boys to back off and get back to practice

you observed them and realized that tsukishima’s teammates were really nice people, dedicated and determined

when practice was over they all waved to you and tsukishima goodbye, telling you that you should visit them more often

on your walk home you noticed that tsukishima was a little jealous, so you gently intertwined your fingers with his

“as much as i love your teammates, i love you more :)”

you’re gonna make tsukishima bust an uwu lmao he’s so in love with you, but he won’t say it outloud yet

so instead, he squeezes your hand a little tighter and gives your forehead a little kith, hoping that you’ll realize he’ll love you no matter where you come from

haikyuu mlist

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x you #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima hcs #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima kei #hq tsukishima #bean writes

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diffuserlover · 4 years ago

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hi love !! may i please get personality ship with ateez, txt, and enhypen (but with the hyung line only/sunghoon and up!!! but if you originally shipped me with someone in the maknae line, i'd also love to know too !) i got so carried away with writing, so you can cut the personality part when posting my ship! tysm in advance

I’m an ‘03 liner that’s 5’9.5 (basically 5’10) girl with dark skin, jet black hair (currently in long twists rn!!), and i’m on the curvier side (esp hips and my thighs) !! some of my favorite features are my plump lips (and i have a beauty mark on my bottom lip!), my long legs (they’re 40.5 inches long and look so good in dresses and skirts <33), my kempt and pretty fingernails, and my eyelashes !!! i’m a virgo (and surprisingly i get along with all the signs, i cant think of a sole zodiac sign i DONT mix well with), and i am an i/enfj (i got 51% extravert 49% intra the first time, then 50% for both the second time!! ) and i honestly agree—i’m an ambivert all the way! i often come off as cold/shy when meeting new people (one of my closest friends avoided me for a month before meeting me because i looked so intimidating LMAO), but once you get close to me i turn into a bundle of warmth and love: i will never stop texting them the <3 emoji every morning or buying my friends/s/o their favorite starbucks order when they need a little cheer-me-up.

i’m extremely passionate about the issues and people i care about and the goals and dreams i have. I’m creative, patient, an extremely good listener, caring, a social butterfly, and extremely hardworking. my friends always told me of my heart of gold and how perceptive i am of the people around me—noticing immediately when something is wrong and trying to make them feel better. I’m also very headstrong, detailed, and determined!! my friends also call me a nerd since i’ve had all a’s since kindergarten—i LOVE school/education and would describe myself as intelligent. i really like that i’m empathetic and motivational to those around me. it’s really easy for me to show my affection, adoration, and support for someone because i just want everyone to feel loved and safe :( i HATE seeing my loved ones sad, and when people usually have problems about anything (from family to just school), i’m the one they come to talk to because of my warm and openminded heart. I love sharing happiness with my friends in their goals and always hype them up no matter what, and it makes me so so so so happy seeing my loved ones content, comfortable, accepted, and just knowing that they mean so much to me and that they’re loved. im also really, really funny (my fave personality trait of mine tbh)!! I’m always cracking jokes and laughing (sometimes for no reason LMAOO). i would be in the library at like 7 am with my friends and struggle with stifling my laugh from jokes i told </3 although i’m extremely nice and outgoing, i’m not afraid to stand my ground (most of the time) and am super defensive (esp about topics like blm, antiblackness in our world, cultural insensitivity/appropriation, sexism/racism/ableism/homophobia), so if someone says some shit out of pocket, i will not be afraid to put them in their place !!! a lot of people (especially older/more traditional folk) do not like that but i could care less <3 some useless facts about me: i love love love afrobeats (nigerian gyal here), some k-pop groups (bts, txt, enha, ateez, gwsn, p1h, and some 2nd gen groups!), and r&b (rihanna and bey and aaliyah <33). i LOVE to play roblox, i’ve been to 14/50 US states, i can do VERY simple makeup, people often think my nails are acrylics bc they’re long and i love doing nail art on them), and i know all the lyrics and adlibs to enhypen’s given-taken 😋 if i could describe myself in a word, it’d be openminded!! and my dreams for the future are 1) to be truly happy and comfortable (which includes finding my true love <33) 2) to make a change on the people around me and the world itself (preferably through healthcare so i can mend health disparities in POC and low-income neighborhood!!), and i love junk food (I SHOULDNT but it’s so good). I also LOVE law and order svu and forensic files, princess and the frog, tangled, and penthouse !!!!!

I also love to go out and explore—whether trying out a new restaurant in the city or a newly opened amusement park or trying something new, like skydiving (or some other crazy but fun idea), trying recipes from around the world, or trying sledding for the first time! at the same time, i like really chill, mellow spending-time-alone-or-with-one-other-person activities like baking (my favorite treat to bake is red velvet cupcakes and cheddar bay biscuits) and dancing !! (i’ve been a dancer for more than 12 years!!). i can also speak more than 5 languages (including korean!) and i’m always saying random phrases (like thank you, i love u so much!, gtfo my face, that sucks ass) in a random language too LMFAOOO. i often think being a coffee/cafe lover is a personality trait (i love love love love love coffee) i also love accessories (earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, etc) and would die of happiness when the day i can wear matching accessories with my s/o comes. i also love cleaning/keeping my spaces clean and i hate a dirty house </3

besides being my bestfriend who i can kiss and whatnot (hehe), my ideal type is a TALL (like my 5’9+/i’m already tall but pls .5 of an inch taller would be enough) man who has eyes for me and only me !!! they may look cold/cool/mysterious/laid back at first glance (like “yeah haha 🙂" to any other girls but “hi baby what can i do for u today to please the loml” with me <3) but turn into the sweetest, warmest, cutest honey bun once i get to know them! (kinda like me)!! ALSO a man who can pull off all black outfits like those are my FAVORITE omg. he needs to be FUNNY and have a BIG sense of humor (like i want to laugh every second i’m with him and laugh so hard that our stomachs start hurting and we beg each other to stop making jokes type of humor), fashionable (so i can learn fashion pls and wear coordinated outfits with him). i just want a boy who i could talk to and listen to for HOURS. like i would follow him into the bathroom as he showers and sit on the toilet and just listen to him talk about his day or vent to him, but also a boy that loves comfortable silence!! like we can spend the whole together and come back to the house where im studying and he’s working on a personal project so that just being with him makes me feel warm <3 i want a s/o who’s willing to go out and travel with me so i could take off guard pics of him and make him my wallpaper until he begs me to change it. im also not good at conflict so if conflict arises, id love a boy who knows how to talk me down and open up the room for conversation and make me feel safe and not as if im confronted or wrong, someone where we can just talk, resolve our problem, and make it up with a hug or night out!! this kinda leads to me wanting a relationship where we both help improve each other and our flaws (for example some of my flaws are callousness, taking things to heart sometimes, and not opening up easily, etc), so i’d really appreciate a relationship where my partner and i can help each other grow as people. i also love love love to cook, so i’d love an s/o that loves cooking with me and teaching each other how to cook each other’s cultural foods (i would love to teach my bf how to cook jollof rice and have a cookoff one day). i also want a boy that i can tease (i love to tease people omg) <3 like i could say “u look like a cute tomato when u blush <3333” to “and that’s why you got a fat ass head” and we’d just laugh and he’d tease me back <33 I like ALL 5 of the love languages (im a hopeless romantic ik) but my top 3 tied for 1st are quality time (HEAVY ON THE QUALITY TIME i want to spend everyday with my bf at chinatown or a new city exploring), words of affirmation (someone who reaffirms me of their love continuously, supportively, and in sweet ways), and acts of service (cooking my favorite food when i’m down, doing chores that i cant do when tired). men who are really expressive through touch are also ideal <3 i'd shy away from pda, but inside the house i’d be so happy yet so shy and flustered when they express their love through touch (like laying in my lap so i can play with their hair, holding my hand while watching tv, cuddling while talking about whatever). OR like the SLIGHTEST compliment or act of love (LIKE BACKHUGS OR HOLDING HANDS OR KISSING MY BEAUTY MARKS OR FOREHEAD KISSESJSJSJSJ) i’d just love to be really appreciated and loved and also show the same love, support, warmth, closeness, and happiness to my bf <3

THANK U SO MUCH AAAA i honestly cant wait for my ship!! have an amazing day/afternoon/evening <3

Hiii! Thank you so much for requesting!! I really hope you like it!! Btw you seem like the sweetest person ever and you are literally perfection<3

ATEEZ:

I ship you with...

Seonghwa

Okay! I literally was going between Mingi and Seonghwa the whole time but when reading your ideal type I was thinking more Seonghwa!

You said you like someone who is kinda cold on the outside but sweet when you get to know them and Seonghwa is literally the definition of that🤣

He can also pull off those black outfits you like(I’m simping lmaoo)😚

Wooyoung might disagree but I think Seonghwa is funny and you guys would always make each other laugh😄

He would 100% wear matching outfits with you(he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling)😆

Seonghwa would be open about his feeling with you🙂

He truly appreciates that you always listen to him and will always just let him talk out his day(he always lets you talk first, what a gentleman)🥺

I could see you sitting at the desk or table studying while he’s walking around cleaning and it wouldn’t be awkward 😁

Seonghwa doesn’t seem like the type to yell at you unless he was really really mad, he is more of the problem solver in my eyes so I think he would be that person to talk you down and have a conversation with you instead of yelling😊

I feel Seonghwa would really want to connect to you on a deeper emotional level, he would open up more the longer you guys are together😭🥰

Seonghwa does like to cook but isn’t like the worlds most amazing chef so I could see you guys cooking together 😋

Little cooking dates where you have fun competitions to see who’s dish is better🤩

He would let you tease him if it’s all light hearted but he would always tease you back💀

I think Seonghwa is a little bit shy about skinship but sees that you like when he initiates it so he really tries🥺

Your height is nearly the same so I don’t think either of you would mind the height difference 😁

He would always complement the beauty mark on your lip or your legs cause he know how much you like it lol😇

You both are extroverts so you guys go out a lot more often🙂

He likes how you take care of him when he’s having a bad day like getting him a drink or snacks or a simple text message when he’s at work🥰

He would be inspired by how passionate you are about issues around the world and would always ask you what he can do to help you or anything☺️

He likes how your always laughing or making jokes because he loves your smile and it always makes him smile😭😭

Because of your long nails he really likes when you play with his hair😚

He loves to hear you speak in all the languages you speak(he is really impressed)😋

You both don’t like a dirty house and you guys are clean all the time lol🤣

Overall, You and Seonghwa have a really deep relationship and really care for each other🥰🥺

TXT:

I ship you with...

Yeonjun

Yeonjun is effortlessly funny so I feel like he would always make you laugh and you would always make him laugh😄

Yeonjun is really into fashion and would gladly wearing matching outfits with you

He also pulls off a black outfit just like you said you like🤩

He would constantly buy you accessories because he knows how much you like them🥰

Yeonjun is definitely pretty clingy to you😚

He is taller than you by like 1 inch 😋

Yeonjun is cold looking on the outside and is a cinnamon roll on the inside😆

He will probably beg you for a puppy(a welsh corrgi) a lot💀

I feel like Yeonjun would be okay with comfortable silence if he is in the mood

He is a talkative person so I feel like your conversations would never end😊

I don’t know how arguments could go with him, I feel like it depends on how he is that day🙂

You guys love cooking together with music blasting throughout the house😚

If he gives up on helping you he will cling to you and back hug you until your done in the kitchen😭🥺

He loves to complement you until your super super flustered ☺️🤣

He probably likes how clean you are🙂

For your birthday he got you a little necklace with a lock on it and he has the key for the lock and when you open it, it has your guys initials together😭

He would probably take you to the studio and have a little dance battle 🤩

He would be willing to explore with you though I feel he would rather be at home with you alone😁

He finds it inspiring how passionate you are about issues around the world and often looks up to you for it😊

You guys get matching nails!!😄

You guys are on the higher side of zodiac sign compatibility😇

Overall, you and Yeonjun are the cutest and are literally couple goals 😍

Enhypen:

I ship you with...

Sunghoon

You guys are the same height😌

Sunghoon would pull off that black outfit you like!😅

I feel like it would take him some time to initiate skinship and be affectionate with you but when he does he can’t let go of you😊

He loves when you play with his hair🥺

I feel like he loves just spending time with you and being with you🤩

He likes to hold your hand😇

He bought you for your birthday match rings☺️

Sunghoon doesn’t know how to cook so be patient with him but he will always turn cooking into some competitive thing😆

I think it would take him a while to completely open up to you but he still likes to talk things out with you🥺

He is so beautiful how can you not take photos of him and set them as your wallpaper(he definitely begs to you to change it but also loves it and doesn’t want you to change it)🤣

He loves how he can always talk to you about absolutely anything😁

Introverts and extroverts go best with each other🙂

He is very cold and distant looking at first but we all know how sweet and baby like he is on the inside😁😊

He is really interested in the things you are passionate about and is constantly asking you questions 🤩

He finds himself smiling when thinking about you😭🥰

You always make him laugh, it’s one of his favorite things about you😄

He would laugh as you guys blast given or taken through the house and you sing the whole thing dancing around(grab his hands and make him dance with you)😂😚

I could see you guys eating fast food in your car in some random parking lot just talking and listening to music looking at all the stars🥺

Drag him out to do this with you😆

He likes how clean you are🙂

Overall, I think you and Sunghoon are so sweet together🥰

#kpop ships #Enhypen #txt #tomorrow x together #ATEEZ #ateez #Yeonjun #Choi Yeonjun #seonghwa #park seonghwa #Sunghoon #park sunghoon

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imma-potatoo · 4 years ago

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Blond Janus Darkside Headcanons

I noticed how I haven't written down any info on the dark sides (Wrath, Apathy, Depression, Remus and pre-AA Virgil). More will be added.

Masterpost

Taglist:

@mother-snake, @writerstrashbin, @psychedelicships, @cryptidwriterdotcom (ask to be removed or added)

Wrath

Leader of the dark sides

Can induce a blind rage

When the rage is happening the recipient cannot control what they say or do and react simply on their first thought

The rage becomes stronger the more angry the person becomes

Wrath can't bring someone out of the rage. He can induce it but the person has to come out of it themselves

He has almost no control of Apathy because of that due to his lack of emotion

Likes to wear a partial suit. Finds that the coat is restricting and makes more complex movements hard

Still owns the coat. Just never wears it.

Symbol is tattooed on his left wrist

Orange and black color scheme. Like this:

Immediate reaction to almost anything is to yell.

Loves huge parties

If he's going to make a point, he makes it loud and clear. Often in front of other people so they can see what happens if you step out of line

Rules the dark sides more like a dictatorship then a family or of equel footing

Believes that they have to bend Thomas to their will and that the light sides are complete fools who will only destroy Thomas life

Wants Thomas to take what he wants and not to worry about who he leaves behind

If Thomas has to kill a politician to get what he wants? Sure go ahead. As long as he gets what he wants

When angry, Wrath is ruthless

He'll take your deepest fear and taunt you with it until you snap under the strain and comply to his every whim

He refuses to take no for an answer

Because of his hatred for the lights; he takes it out on Janus

He's big on public humiliation

If Janus would step out of line; well, he doesn't need all of those scales does he? He's sure Apathy would love to see the reactions if you rip some off

To aid in the control of the others; Wrath has complete control over the food supply

When the others are listening and followings orders. Good, they get to eat properly

When they don't? Your options are moldy bread or cheese that has been out in the open for about a month.

Him and Apathy eat like kings while the others decide between food poisoning and starvation

Likes to take words of affection and make them have a negative meaning (ex: the word Love.) after beating the hell out of someone, he would make them look directly in his eyes and says that he loves them... And he makes them say it back

He hates it when the others cry

Says that they're doing it for attention and that they should shut the fuck up

Apathy

Second in command

Can nullify peoples emotions. Leaving them feeling like an empty shell. The effects normally break after an hour

If Apathy knows your name he can control you like a puppet

White and black outfit. White shirt with black suspenders and pants.

Doesn't show where he keeps his symbol (its on his right ankle, its more like a tattoo then a patch)

Has a deep obsession with fire

Owns a zippo (a lighter that flips open)

Often feels empty due to his function. The fire makes him feel warm, feel more human (as human as the sides can be anyway)

Doesn't quite understand emotion. He understands the basics of it (cry = sad, laugh = hqppy, yell = angry.) but the more complex reactions confuse the hell out of him. Crying out of happiness is one of the things he will never understand.

Because of his lack of understanding of emotions; Apathy tries to understand through making others feel said emotions

Wants to know how someone would react when you break a precious item? Time to find a couple photos.

Will someone scream when you waterboard them? Hm well, only one way to test that.

Opinions change like a flip of a switch

One day he'll help you make dinner with a plastered on smile. The next he'll knock you out and burn you with his lighter with that same smile

Has only properly laughed twice

The first time was when Thomas accidentally laughed at someones funeral (he couldn't cope that the person was gone and his default reaction was to laugh)

The second was after the three of them (wrath, depression and him) shut off the heating to Janus' room and locked him inside

In order to understand things he doesn't know; he does experiments

He's not allowed to experiment on Wrath and Depression has no fun reactions. So he has his fun with Janus instead

Kinda likes it when blood stains his dress shirt

Because its warm. The warmth that once came from the person now belongs to him and it eases the cold empty feeling only slighty and temporary but its warm

He's indifferent on the lights. They're a little too perky for his tastes

Depression

Third in command

Doesn't really get a lot of say with decisions

Can erase certain memories (he doesn't use it very often)

Wears a medium blue dress shirt, brown leather suspenders with a black bowtie.

Normally keeps his sleeve rolled up

When crying; his eyes leak black

If the tears hit your skin, its a 10% chance that you could collapse and start spewing your insecurities while your eyes leak black

Symbol is on the back of his neck

Doesn't really mind not having the control that Apathy and Wrath have

Less work for him to do anyway

Couldn't care about the other twos blatant abuse of Janus

He sees it as a way to keep Janus in line

If Virgil wanted to play father figure he can go ahead. But that doesn't mean he has to be kind

Respects and looks up to Wrath

Normally just follows the lead of the others

He's the epitome of the duckling following the leader

Wrath has steak and potatoes for dinner? Depression also wants that too

Wrath says that they need to bend Thomas to their will? Well duh! Of course!

Wrath says that Janus has been out of line lately? Well why don't we break his leg again to show him a lesson

Most of the time, the food restrictions have no effect on him bc he listens to Wraths every word

Virgil

Was the second in command before he left

Opposed Wrath on his more extreme tactics

Has the ability to control shadows and others own Anxiety

Hated the dress code that Wrath insists on having. What kind of person wears suspenders and a dress shirt daily anyway?

Still wears the stupid things anyway because Wrath said to and he's not in the mood to get beat

Symbol is tattooed on underneath his shirt. The left side

After adopting Janus he lost his position as Wrath's right hand

Kinda pissed him off when he got demoted. Not bc of the loss of power. But bc he couldn't protect Janus as well

After adopting Janus he became the 4th in power (after Depression)

Remus

Is the epitome of don't give a shit

He has the power to conjure things and cause intrusive thoughts

Half the time he ignores the dress code completely

Typically opting for his normal clothes but does own a uniform as well

(if anyone has a better photo of this outfit pls pls pls DM me. I've looked through hundreds of photos and this is the best dark green dress shirt with suspenders I got)

Symbol is tattooed on the swell of his back

Gets practically no opinion on dealings or decisions with plans

Remus is a indifferent party. One moment he'll help you. The next he'll stab you in the back

He mostly just works with who can give him what he wants the fastest

He actually feels pity for Janus

Not like he'll ever act on that but he still feels a bit bad for the guy

Remus is kinda like that uncle at family get togethers that no-one talks to or cares about but he's always there

Janus

Oh boy, where to start?

Has the lowest rank out of every other side

His power (the ability to make people unable to talk) can only be used on the light side of the mind

He is also unable to heal immediately on the dark side

Meaning that he has to treat his wounds the old fashioned way

Doesn't really like the dress code

Only gets to wear his normal outfit when he's visting the light sides

Blond hair (wow! Really? Not like its the the name of the au!!)

His patch isn't a tattoo

This boi has the biggest fucking sweet tooth you could ever imagine

He is also so fucking short

His shoes have lifts to make him taller

He's cold blooded

When he gets focused, he bleps

This is turning fluffy-

He is literally covered head to toe in scars

Almost no skin was left untouched

Lying is a defense mechanism for him. He's deceit! He can lie his way out of anything!

Heavily disagrees on Wraths views

Thomas should get ahead, of course he should. But that shouldn't come at the price of someones life or the cost of his reputation

Hurting someone to get ahead in the short-term is only going to harm you in the long term

To hide the bruses, he applies thick layers of makeup and illusions if he's on the light side

Hasn't gotten a good sleep in years

He's terrified that someone will break into in bedroom while he's sleeping and finish him off

Or that they'll cut the heating again and he'll slowly freeze to death

Or that they'll drag him out of his room and chain him up somewhere to become nothing but a punching bag

He has agoraphobia (fear of open spaces)

Hasn't had positive touch since Virgil left

He has venom. Its very lethal and only activates when threatened

When angry, his eyes glow yellow and his canine teeth grow sharp and long that they stick out of his mouth slightly like fangs

Was meant to be a light side and function as Validity and Societal Self Preservation. But the dark sides found him first and brought him back with them

Virgil is his father figure

Doesn't really know how to feel after finding out that he's not a dark side

He does feel really really lied to and betrayed

But... Virgil is his dad. Virgil raised him

How could he be upset?

Writes down all of his thoughts and complaints in journals that he keeps in his room

He started writing journals when he was very young, so there is hundreds of them

Honestly doesn't know how to feel about him being a light side.

He's mad at Wrath. He knows that. But he can't do anything because his powers don't work on the dark side

He might as well be powerless.

When on the light side (so when all his powers work) his powers include: silencing others, the ability to repress sides/ make them unable to appear to Thomas and illusions.

His title is technically Validity with the added function of societal self preservation

Still goes by Deceit anyway

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Has three brands burned onto him via Apathy

Is on his left ankle. Its his snake symbol. About the size of your fist

On his right bicep. The word "monster" in bolded writing. About two fingers in thickness.

Left chest, above his heart. The words "Property of the Dark Sides" in cursive text. The writing sits in a box.

All the brands are extremely painful for Janus if touched. Brand #3 is the brand he hates the most

His scales are more in patches then a perfect 50/50 split down his body

More will be added in the future.

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twdeadlysins · 5 years ago

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No Big Deal

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 1,888

Summary: Derek and the reader split up in search of their unsub. The reader draws the lucky card when she finds him, but he has a weapon aimed at her lover.

Request: Requested by @lovelyy24 -> Can you please write a Derek Morgan x reader imagine, where the reader is a part of the team and gets hurt trying to save him? (Not badly) ❤️ Thanks in advance

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, the usual criminal minds stuff? and possible typos

Author’s Note: This is my first Derek Morgan fic, so I hope it’s decent! Thank you @lovelyy24 for the request, I hope you like it! This concept was the only thing I could come up with since it was stuck in my brain ever since I read the request lmao. Anywho enjoy!!

If you want to be tagged/removed for/from my Derek Morgan fics, then don’t hesitate to send me an ask, message, or leave a comment! The same goes for any other fics! I’m in no way, shape, or form a writer, so um don’t attack pls. Any feedback is much appreciated! Thank you and I hope you enjoy!

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners.

MASTERLIST // DEREK MORGAN MASTERLIST

“Y/N, go front. I’ll round back, ‘kay?” You nodded, pecking your boyfriend’s lips with your guns drawn before splitting up. You and Derek were first on the ‘scene’ since you had gotten a call from Spencer stating the unsub was the person you were on your way to question. The unsub wasn’t a person of interest, he was just a lead on the person you all thought it was, his best friend that was also in the military, Austin, turns out the trail ended right there. The unsub was Christopher White, a father, a husband, and also a serial killer. He was a sniper in the military and brought his work into his personal life… by sniping Florida citizens in broad daylight.

You slowly swung the front door open and tiptoed around the living room, aiming your pistol swiftly around every corner. After clearing the downstairs entirely, you crept up the stairs, halting halfway when you heard a light bump. Hesitation lasted a split second before you proceeded up to the second floor, not calling for your partner since you didn’t want to alert the unsub of your presence if he was there. You’ve proven countless times to the team and yourself that you could hold your own, even Derek liked to call you his ‘lil badass’ and well… he’s not wrong.

When you first joined the BAU, you volunteered to go undercover since you were the unsub’s type despite everyone disagreeing other than Derek and Gideon, they had your back since day one. Hotch ultimately gave you permission after numerous pleas and so the operation was a go at the bar where the unsub preyed on his victims. After you flirted and acted like you were going home with him, he pushed you up against a wall in an alley and held a knife to your throat, seething threats in your face about screaming or resisting and the knife would go in your neck. Hotch kept calling your name through your earpiece when you didn’t answer, saying he should’ve never let you do it in the first place before giving orders to move in. Once they approached your location, they lowered their weapons in shock as you were finishing cuffing the man that was twice your size, that night Derek asked you out for drinks… the rest is history.

The hallway was dark and narrow, the only light source coming from the room on the very end where a lamp sat on a desk. Every other door was closed, so you chose not to search them knowing you’d come up empty and just end up making unnecessary ruckus. Once you reached the doorway, you turned to your left and steadily aimed at the man in question. Your eyes slightly widened seeing that he had his sniper rifle on a stand pointing towards his backyard where Derek was searching. Chris peered over his shoulder with a wicked smirk, knee leaning on the window seat. “I would hand over the gun, agent, or your partner’s death will be all your fault.”

You nervously swallowed and gripped your gun tighter, never being in the type of situation where the person you cared for was in danger and it was up to you to not get them hurt. Any other time you stand your guard and not give it up, but there was no talking down this unsub, so you carefully placed your gun on the floor and slid it over to him. “Okay, Chris, you got me unarmed. What now?”

He chuckled after looking into his scope, making you peek over to the grand window that was in front of you to see your boyfriend scoping out the garage. “Don’t you wonder why I do what I do?” Chris proudly questioned. He wanted to tell you his fascinating, disgusting story, but you already had him all figured out.

“No, I don’t ‘cause I already know why.” His brows went up in curiosity before gesturing his hands for you to continue, to tell him what you thought- rather what you knew. “After being honorably discharged, you missed the thrill of the work you did there. How the trigger felt against your finger, being able to see people at their most vulnerable- when they least expect a bullet to go through their skull, it’s amazing, isn’t it?” You described, hoping to distract him long enough for Derek to get out the garage and into the house so this would be all over. “The best part is that the people you kill… are or were criminals. The criminals who walk the streets keep committing crimes over and over again, and the ones who get out… well who's to say they won’t reoffend? I honestly don’t know why we’re stopping you, you do what we wish we could do,” you smiled convincingly, wanting him to think you were on his side.

“I’m impressed, agent… but did you really think I’d fall for the whole ‘I’m on your side’ act?’ He said before leaning down to look into his scope and just in time for Derek to exit the garage. “Wait, I gave you my gun! Don’t hurt him!”

The unsub tore his gaze off the sight and gave you a smug smirk. “I never said I wasn’t going to kill him if you handed over your gun, I said it would be your fault if you didn’t. So don’t worry, it won’t.” He went back to tracking Derek’s movements, waiting for the right time to strike and you were trying to hurry up and come up with a plan… and the plan you came up with didn’t sound the greatest.

“Y/N, baby girl, you alright? Got anything?” You heard your boyfriend say in your comm and you snapped your orbs over to see him standing still, waiting for you to respond. The unsub’s finger slowly went to put pressure on the trigger, causing you to mentally curse yourself before sprinting towards the unsub. The both of you hurtled through the glass window, rolling through a bed of flowers before ending up in a pool.

The water was ice cold, making you gasp when you breached the surface with the unsub’s shirt still in your grasp. With your free hand, you pushed your soaked hair out of your face as you swam, dragging the unsub with you to Derek who had ran to the edge of the pool. Chris struggled in your grip, splashing water in your face, only for him to get a punch in return from you.

“Baby, you okay?” Your boyfriend asked with concern, giving you a worried look as he was cuffing the unsub that was now glaring at you face down on the ground. You nodded your head tiredly before you heard car doors slam in the front, making Derek yell that you guys were in the back.

Derek stepped over the unsub, ordering for Rossi to take him before gingerly helping you out of the freezing water. He whistled, caressing your cheek and inspecting the cut on your forehead that continued to bleed, stopping at the edge of your eyebrow. “Here, baby girl, lets go get this patched up and have you looked at,” he suggested and before you could protest, he gave you the eyebrow raised look that meant ‘nuh uh baby girl, you goin,’ so you rolled your eyes and wrapped your arm around him.

While the EMT cleaned up the cut on your head, Derek was standing in front of you with his arms crossed, watching them aid you and you could tell something was on his mind. When they were finished inspecting you for any other injuries, they gave you the all clear, so you hopped off the back of the truck and grabbed onto your boyfriend’s bicep. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You stepped in front of him when he stopped walking, but before he could voice his thoughts, Hotch handed back your gun that you surrendered as he informed you that they’d meet you two back at the station you were helping. You smiled as you holstered your weapon, giving him a nod, he knew that the two of you needed to talk, you could see the acknowledgement on your boss' face.

“Things tonight could’ve been a lot worse, like a lot worse and it would’ve been my fault,” your boyfriend said, causing you to feel guilty. He shouldn’t feel responsible for what happened, it was not his fault at all and it pained you to know that he thought that.

You rubbed his arm with your thumb, your eyes soft and sad as you stared into his that were focused elsewhere. “Derek,” you called, your voice small as you laced your fingers with his, grabbing his attention. “He had a sniper rifle aimed at you… he was going to… he was going to pull the trigger and I had to stop him… I had to-” Your boyfriend eloped you in an embrace despite you being drenched, cradling your head as you snuggled into his chest, tightening your arms around his waist. You mentally sighed, glad that you didn’t have to explain yourself further, he knew and you didn’t trust your voice to.

After standing there for what felt like hours, he loosened his grasp on you and held your cheek. “You saved my life and here I am being a baby about my damn feelings.” You chuckled and covered his hand with yours before lifting his palm to your lips to kiss.

“You’re not being a baby, Derek… your feelings are valid, but don’t feel guilty. We separated to cover more ground and in the end we got the sonuvabitch.”

“You got the sonuvabitch,” he corrected with a smug grin, proud of you, his lil badass girlfriend. You playfully shook your head as he wrapped his arm around your neck while you did the same around his waist, walking in the road towards the car. “And you got a booboo in the process… I’m sorry, baby girl and I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Eh, it’s no big deal.” You shrugged your shoulders and peered up at the man you adored, seeing him smile down at you with so much love. Derek pecked your head before you felt him pick something off the top of it, causing you to jerk your head back with questioning brows. Derek’s brows were raised up with amusement as he held a wet flower in front of your face before tossing it on the ground. You scoffed in disbelief, but with a smile as you pushed your boyfriend away from you, making him lose his balance and chuckle while he regained it.

“Oh. My. God. That’s why Hotch and the EMT looked at me funny! Derek Morgan, you are so getting it! Why didn’t you tell me!” Derek bolted down the road when he saw the irritated, but mischievous look in your eyes before you chased right after him. Once he peeked over his shoulder to see you hot on his tail, he turned around, making you jump into his arms instead of colliding into his chest. The two of you had the biggest grins on your faces as you giggled at one another before you brought your head down, giving him a passionate kiss.

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dechagnys · 5 years ago

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My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK ( depends on who u ask lol )

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. ( again depends on who u ask )

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK

Were they relevant to the main story? YES / NO

Were they relevant to the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO / IDK

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL

How strictly do you follow canon?

hm. I follow canon to the point until I don’t. in terms of phantom there are a lot of different interpretations and versions you can pull inspo from and I tend to mix between the leroux novel and the alw musical , and just kind of take the bits that I like and go from there. the two are pretty different in terms of how raoul is characterised so I’m not totally faithful to either one of them , however I don’t think I disregard some of the negative traits in either characterisation either ??? I try to reflect them in a less fuckboy way.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals

raoul loves so hard. he is just a smart , brave man who loves and respects those who deserve love and respect. he’s shy and kind and fiercely loyal and is generally considered to not be worth one’s time because he does not put himself on display. he’s a thoroughly unique twist on a classic victorian hero archetype , by which I mean instead of being the bold , aggressive , rough-tough-no-emotion type , he is a man who is very much in touch with his own feelings and his own emotional health. he is still a strong leader when it is required but is generally more a lover than an aggressor.

Now the OPPOSITE. List everything why your muse might not be so interesting (even if you don’t agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?)

okay. so , the phandom has generally been getting better , especially recently after the livestreams of both RAH and LND , but raoul is still very much of background consideration in terms of fanmade content. generally , the r/c dynamic is considered less appealing than the e/c dynamic which is understandable because beauty and the beast narratives are pretty sexy , but it tends to be at the expense of raoul’s character. this also applies to most phantom adaptations which take great pains to develop the e/c dynamic and give raoul barely , if any , character in general. ( ie. most of the phantom adaptations don’t even give the raoul character the name raoul ) this , however unintentional , has given raoul the general reputation of being a , to use an academic expression , soyboy cuck. which he is , at face value , but lack of character development means he’s really not anything more than that. this leads people to assume he’s a wonderbread boy with zero character which leads to the general aforementioned shelfing. I won’t claim that raoul is the most interesting character in the story because he’s of course not , the phantom is objectively WAY COOLER than he is but that doesn’t mean raoul’s not interesting. anyways raoul de chagny is my oc

What inspired you to rp your muse?

I’ve mentioned this on a previous ask meme but I love me a good soft boy. a man who is pretty much completely driven by his love for his SO to the point that it’s at the heart of all his motivations. really just a total simp. a boy who doesn’t like being yelled at but also would let his SO yell at him like a dog. a tall man with a short gf. a man who would let his gf peg him anyways I’m really into the dynamic and raoul is that to a T. I’ve always really liked him as a character , after being exposed to phantom through the 04 movie I was just really drawn to raoul and more exposure to this character arcchetype developed my interest in him.

What keeps your inspiration going?

- memes - salt - love for my wee baby boy

Some more personal questions for the mun. Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO.

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO. ( not as much as I really should since I appear to have a lot to say about him )

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO. :(

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO. / SOMETIMES .

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO.

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO.

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?

yes , to a point ?? I’m pretty firm in my general characterisation of raoul and I haven’t had any complaints so far , but if it turns out I’m actually being problematic about something then by all means I’m open to that criticism and would change it. I don’t think anyone really cares enough about my muse to give a fuck tho lmao

Do you like questions which help you explore your character?

it’ll take me 84 years to respond but hell yeah.

If someone disagrees with a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?

yes.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?

honestly I think I’d be upset at first since I really love my portrayal of raoul but I would understand , because of the varied interpretations of his character it’s natural people would read him in different ways.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?

it’s fine lol , I think at this point I’m used to raoul being cucked in the fandom although that sentiment is generally going away , ALW really played himself when he streamed LND and all the comments were talking about how stupid the changes to raoul‘s character were. if it’s specifically my characterisation , I mean I wouldn’t be thrilled but I’d understand. if you really don’t like me then pls softblock me and don’t vague about me ????

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?

that’s a little but of an overreaction but I guess not ??? I tend not to make a lot myself but I am pretty stupid and I type too fast for my own good so it’s bound to happen. however I suggest people not make a habit of calling out other people’s grammatical errors because you cannot assume english is everyone’s first language and if you call someone bad at english whose native language is not english ??? you’re a douche.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?

oh god I hope so. I mean. my zodiac is cancer and I’m the most cancer-y cancer ever. if any one of you says one mean thing to me I will start crying , I mean it.

tagged by: @wldbirds tagging: @fantomoir @wandersung @corpsemade @wshdreamer @marblecarved @dubovoye @intoxicatiing @aleximedicus @partiallystcrs

#ooc / YOUR HAND AT THE LEVEL OF YOUR EYES !! *#/ * this was fun !! reminded me of how much of a simp raoul is for christine #/ * and how much of a simp I am for raoul

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galaxy-parker · 6 years ago

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Show A Little Loving (Shine A Little Light On Me)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Summary: Where you kiss Peter and then suddenly you’re dating him

Warnings: bad words, inconsistency, no editing

Word Count: 5K

A/N: to all the boys i’ve loved before au!

i rewrote this 5 times, i know it’s bad pls go easy on me life is hard ~~~

The day is already half done when MJ mutters the words under her breath, words that make your heart freeze in your chest and your thoughts clump together as if they were dipped in glue. ‘Flash is gonna ask you out.’

‘What?’ You whirl on her but the girl doesn’t dare to look up from her book. Her eyes roam over the yellowing pages and you glare at the side of her head. ‘How do you know?’

‘Heard him talking about it,’ She says with a certain nonchalance you wish you possessed. ‘Thought I’d let you know.’

Your throat feels dry and scratchy and you grab her arm, pulling her out of the way as a group of seniors barrels through the hall. She barely stumbles. ‘Yeah, thanks,’ You shake your head, trying to clear it from the incoherent thoughts threatening to drive you out of your mind. ‘I wasn’t sure he even knew I existed.’

The joke pulls a laugh from MJ and you let a triumphant smile slip onto your lips, but it falls twice as fast when you’re shoved into a locker. Michelle stumbles back, finally looking up and you wince.

‘Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,’ Liz Allen doesn’t deign to slow her stride as she calls the apology over her shoulder, flipping her dark hair back in the process.

‘Yeah, it’s no problem,’ You mumble, but the girl is already far out of earshot and the words fall on deaf ears.

MJ loops her arm through yours and pulls you forwards. ‘She has got to learn how to walk.’

You grin. ‘Rich, coming from you.’ Your friend rolls her eyes and bumps your shoulder softly and you shake your head. ‘Liz isn’t so bad.’

‘Maybe not, but she has the same energy as a Kardashian and they are crazy,’ She casts her eyes to the ceiling before glancing at you briefly. ‘Besides, I think she’s the one who doesn’t know you exist.’

You shrug, unable to disagree as MJ pulls you around a corner and releases you. ‘We’ve only been in the same classes for three years.’

She laughs and begins to walk backwards, offering you a two fingered salute. ‘See you after class.’

‘Yeah,’ You raise your hand, watching as she turns on her heel and paces to her destination. You book it to yours.

You manage to slip through the door of your classroom mere moments before the hoard of popularity reaches it, and you take your seat in the back monotonously- just in time to watch Liz and her peers flood in.

You lean your head on a hand as their shrill voices flood your ears- you’re quite sure that one day they’ll make you bleed.

Someone dodges through the door behind them, their gaze snatching to you almost immediately. Peter Parker shoots you a smile and you return the gesture before looking away and letting your gaze catch on the window.

Peter Parker was the first- and only- boy you’d ever kissed, and he used to be your best friend but post-middle school for reasons having to do with his popularity and your lack thereof, you are now decidedly not. Thankfully he keeps it civil, but whether or not that has to do with the fact that you know he’s really Queens’ own vigilante you can’t say.

The chatter dies down quickly after your physics teacher walks in, but despite the interesting subject you can’t help but keep your focus on the clear glass pane before you, on what lies behind it.

It’s only five minutes before the last bell that you finally snap out of your stupor and bolt upright. The rest of your classmates are chattering away, all indulging in their own conversations. You let your eyes roam across people and faces and you realize with a jolt that everything is the same. Everything is the same as it always was. You wonder if it’s the same as it always will be.

The loud ringing signaling the end of the school day splits the air and it’s quiet for a moment until the sound of voices builds up once more, but this time accompanied with the sound of chairs scraping against the tiled floor. You wait for the class to drain of people before you stand yourself, pushing your chair against your table and following the river of people towards the school exit.

You grip the straps of your bag tightly and scan the crowd for Michelle, eyes jumping from face to face and searching for the familiar bundle of wild curls. You’re so focused that you don’t notice the scattered posters on the ground until you’re slipping on them and falling back towards the lockers. Your back connects with something equally hard and soft and you hear a grunt of distress that definitely didn’t come from your mouth before you’re falling back, farther back, towards the ground back.

You’d always imagined falling on a boy to be romantic, but you realize now that it kind of hurts.

‘Woah,’ Peter Parker catches your arm before you can meet your unwanted destination and you grin sheepishly, eyes cast up to meet his gaze.

‘Oh,’ You say, straightening yourself and brushing imaginary dust from your arms. ‘Hi, sorry.’

Peter furrows his brows but grins all the same, the warmth of his hand seeps into your skin and you try not to balk at his touch. ‘You should watch where you’re going,’ He says, not unkindly. You swallow hard.

‘Yeah, yes,’ You shake your head. ‘Uh, sorry.’

His head tilts down and he glances at you from under his eyebrows. ‘It’s okay,’ He cards his fingers through his hair. ‘Think you can walk yourself out without falling?’

You purse your lips and wrinkle your nose. ‘Yeah, I think I’ll be fine.’

‘You sure?’ He laughs, squeezing your wrist and your suck on your teeth and nod, humming in response.

‘I’m- I’m good, but thank you.’

‘Alright,’ He starts, and you think he’s about to say more until Liz walks by, effectively grabbing his attention and MJ pops up in the crowd. She’s smirking as you slip away, pulling your arm from the boy’s grasp.

‘Shut up,’ You mumble, taking her arm and pulling her towards the exit.

‘I didn’t even say anything,’ She laughs. You shake your head, pushing through the front doors and escaping the stuffy air.

You turn to look at her and she arches her eyebrow suggestively. You shake your head. ‘No, not even a little bit.’

‘Not even a tiny bit?’ She stops walking and you stumble at the sudden jolt. ‘Hey Ned,’

‘Hey,’ The boy pops up beside you and you startle, pressing a hand to your chest. ‘So, Y/N, you and Peter?’ He wiggles his brows.

‘No,’ You scoff, brandishing your hands in annoyance. ‘God, get out of middle school you two.’

‘Get out of middle school because our behavior is reflecting that of a child, or get out of middle school because that’s when you and Peter-’

You yell loudly, closing your eyes to try and block out the horrifying words. Ned and MJ burst into a fit of giggles. ‘You guys are so mean.’

‘And you’re so into Parker,’ MJ says, crossing her arms over her chest.

‘And you decide this because I fell on top of him?’ You bark out a laugh at the ridiculity of the situation.

The girl shakes her head. And Ned pipes in, ‘No it’s because you were looking at him like you were so into him.’

MJ points at Ned with a smile and taps her nose twice. You shake your head, opening your mouth to respond. ‘You-’

‘Y/N!’ Peter bursts through the doors behind you, clutching a paper in his fist and you wince. Ned and MJ smile devilishly at you.

‘Cinderella as fuck,’ MJ mutters and Ned snorts loudly, smothering the sound with his hand.

‘You dropped this,’ He jogs to meet you as your friends begin to shuffle backwards not-so-subtly.

‘We’ll just give you two a moment,’ Ned says, whirling around. MJ grabs his arm and pulls him away swiftly and you watch them go reluctantly.

‘Uh, here,’ Peter shoves the paper into your hands and you glance down at it and balk. His face sits scribbled on the stray paper in blue pen, next to it the doodle of a heart that MJ had tainted the piece with. It was only for reference you want to say, but the words lodge in your throat and you think you might scream. Peter scratches the back of his neck. ‘Listen I’m flattered, really, but I just-’

You hold up a hand, affectively cutting off his speech. ‘Shut up,’ The boy nods, swallowing hard and glancing down at his feet. Your thoughts race a million miles a minute. ‘I have a really good explanation for that,’ You start.

Peter chuckles. ‘I’d love to hear it.’

‘But,’ You continue, glancing over his shoulder to see yet another figure appear through the door. Your heart stops in your chest and then spikes up ten times as fast. ‘I actually have to go.’

You turn around, pacing towards the front gate as Flash strolls out of the school. ‘Wait!’ Peter says, but you don’t.

Two voices call out your name now, mingling together and laced with confusion. You want to crawl in a whole and never crawl out. Peter grabs your arm, pulling you to a stop.

‘Hang on,’ He shakes his head. ‘What’s going on with you?’

‘A lot,’ Flash spots you over Peter’s shoulder and a sudden, rising panic fills your chest. ‘A lot, I am very sorry.’

‘For what-?’ He starts, but you’re grappling for a hold on his neck and pulling him down towards you before he can finish. Your lips crash against his and his hands land on your waist. A confused grunt sounds from the back of his throat when you break away a moment later.

You glance over his shoulder to see a smoldering Flash, already turning on a heel and walking the other way. The panic in your chest resides. ‘Right,’ You pat Peter’s chest lightly and start to walk backwards. ‘Thank you,’ You say, then furrow your brows. ‘And, uh, I’m sorry.’

He’s silent for a moment and you take it as your que to leave, but he speaks before you can make your escape. ‘Wait,’ You stop in your tracks. ‘What?’

You shrug and smile sheepishly. ‘I’m not sure.’

He furrows his brows. ‘Y/N, listen I’m really flattered, I am but-’

You laugh. ‘Are you really trying to reject me right now?’

He scratches the back of his neck again, a bright pink stripe settling on his cheeks. ‘Yeah, I don’t think you really got it the first time so,’ He trails off.

‘I’m really not trying to date you, Peter.’

He straightens. ‘Huh?’

‘I don’t want to date you,’ You cock your head to the side.

‘Okay,’ He nods. ‘Okay, well how do you explain this,’ He holds the drawing up for you to see. ‘And this?’ He motions vaguely to his face, then yours.

‘I just-’ You clear your throat. ‘The drawing was for a reference and I needed to throw Flash off of my scent,’ You suck on your teeth and hold out your hand towards you, in surrender. ‘Sorry, for jumping you.’

His brows are still bumped together and you’re almost afraid they’ll never relax again, until he laughs and leans forwards. ‘You didn’t really seem to mind.’

‘Oh please,’ You scoff. ‘I would have rather kissed Ned.’

He twists his face. ‘That’s kind of rude, Y/N,’

You roll your eyes and flip a lock of hair over your shoulder. ‘Because he’s my friend and I trust him.’ You shake your head. ‘But it seems I didn’t have much choice at the moment.’

‘You’re kind of weird.’

‘Thank you,’ You take a step forward and snatch the paper from his hand. He let’s you. ‘I’m sorry again,’ You nod before turning and storming towards Ned and MJ, both doubled over with laughter. You glare at the pair of them.

‘Wait,’ MJ gasps. ‘Did you say you didn’t have a thing for him?’

‘Shut up.’

~~~

Peter only waits two hours to come banging on your door, hard and insistent like he knows you’re there, he knows you’ll be forced to listen to whatever he has to say.

You groan, pulling your comforter from your legs and sliding out of bed. You shuffle towards the door on sockless feet, each sharp knock feeling like a nail being driven into your skull. You open the wooden aperture with a sigh.

Peter is leaning against the door frame, head bowed and hair falling into his face. His hand is raised to knock again and you lean back. ‘What do you want?’

He glances up at you, the hint of a smile on his lips. His brows are bumped together. ‘Hello to you too.’

You breathe in deeply once more, steeling yourself and cocking your head. ‘What are you doing here, Peter?’

‘Can I come in?’ He asks, running his fingers through his hair- a nervous tick, you’d guess. You move away from the doorframe, motioning for him to enter and he nods, strolling past you. The door shuts behind him with a soft click. ‘We need to talk.’

You press your lips together and shake your head, crossing your arms across your chest. You tap your finger against an arm. ‘We really don’t,’ He laughs breathlessly and plops down on your coach, arms spreading out over the back of it. ‘Make yourself right at home.’ You deadpan.

‘Yeah I will, thanks.’

Your eyes roll on their own accord and Peter tilts his chin up. You join him on the plush cushion, perching on the edge as not to be too near to him. He clears his throat.

‘So, everyone thinks we’re dating,’ He starts and you shrug a shoulder.

‘Then set the record straight,’ You respond, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

‘Well, Flash will try and ask you out again.’

You furrow your brows and shake your head. ‘That’s not your problem, Peter,’ His head bobs up and down. ‘Besides, I can just tell him that I have a crush on you and he’ll leave me alone.’

‘Do you?’ Peter tilts his head towards you and bats his eyelashes mockingly.

You glare. ‘Not in the least.’

Peter scratches his nose. ‘Well that’s about to make this really awkward, then,’ He sits up straighter, laying his arms down beside him and faces you square on. You try not to feel intimidated. ‘What if we let them think we’re dating?’

You blink at him, the words barely sinking in. ‘I’m sorry,’ You shake your head. ‘I think I just hallucinated, what did you say?’

He laughs and his head bobs with the gesture. ‘What if we pretend?’

‘W-?’ You sputter, head buzzing with questions. ‘Why?’

‘Well for one thing,’ He grins devilishly. ‘When Liz found out you kissed me she went nuts.’

‘Oh, so you want to use me,’ You mutter.

‘For another,’ He continues. ‘It would give you some experience you know?’

You stare at him incredulously, then shake your head with a laugh. ‘Yeah, I think I’ll pass.’

Peter sighs deeply and leans his head against the back of the couch. ‘Y/N, please, for the sake of friendship.’

You brush your pants off, needing something to with your hands and stand up. ‘Hard pass, but thanks for stopping by.’ You wait for him to stand and he stares at you for a moment, nothing in his piercing gaze but hesitance before he gives in, albeit reluctantly.

‘Alright,’ He says, moving towards the door. You follow closely behind. ‘I respect your decision.’

‘Thank you,’ You say, stopping by the door and pulling it open.

‘See you at school,’ Peter says, stepping through the frame. Doubt it, you want to say. You nod, sucking on your teeth and the boy turns, pacing down the hall. The door squeaks on it’s hinges as you push it closed, but you only get halfway through the task when your phone buzzes. You pull it free from your pocket.

A text from MJ flashes across the screen, bright and abrupt and it makes you want to drown yourself in your bathtub.

Someone told Flash that you kissed P on a dare, Your eyes roam over the black words, heart seizing in your chest. He’s still gonna go for it.

The urge to stomp your foot like a child fills your gut but you refrain, instead pulling the door back open and peering down the hall.

Peter waits by the elevator, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The lights of the lift flash brightly against the dimly lit hallway and- ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this,’ You mumble to yourself before booking it down the hall. Peter turns at the sound of your pounding footfalls, confusion flashing in his gaze. ‘Peter,’ You say.

‘Y/N,’ He answers, turning to face you fully. ‘What is i-?’

‘Let’s do it,’ You say, shrugging. ‘Let’s just do it, okay?’

He grins and the sight makes your heart beat three times as fast. ‘Great,’ The elevator opens the moment the words leave his lips and he walks backwards until you’re on one side of the frame and he on the other. ‘What made you change your mind?’

‘I just did,’ The doors begin to close. Peter nods his head.

‘I’ll walk you to school tomorrow.’

‘Okay,’ You start to say, but the doors are already closing and suddenly you’re alone.

~~~

True to his word, Peter appears in your apartment complex the following morning, two cups of much too sweet coffee clutched in his hands. He hands one to you. ‘I got you coffee.’

‘Oh,’ You smell, the beverage and try for a sip. The flavours explode on your tongue and you think you may have to get used to Peter and his frilly drinks. ‘Uh, thanks.’

‘No problem,’ He takes a long swig of his own before taking a step down the street. You hurry to keep pace with him. ‘So gameplan,’ He says. ‘How much relationship experience have you had?’ He glances at you.

‘Right,’ You grasp the warm cup with both hands and inhale the deep scent. ‘Well, remember that time we kissed in seventh grade?’

Peter chuckles. ‘Yeah.’

‘That’s about it.’

His pace stalls for half a beat, the only sign of a startled reaction. He swallows hard. ‘Okay.’

‘It’s bad,’ You cast your eyes to the clouds and breathe deeply through your lungs. The cool air stings your nostrils. ‘I know it’s bad.’

‘It’s not that bad,’ He tries to reassure you. Then shakes his head. ‘It’s a little bad, but we can work with it. Just follow my lead.’

‘Follow your lead,’ You repeat. ‘I can do that.’

So when, ten minutes later, Peter takes your hand and slots his fingers through yours, you let him. And when he takes your empty coffee cup and tosses it in the trash can right outside of school, you let him. And when he holds the door open for you and whispers nothings in your ear as you pass, you let him.

‘You’re doing great,’ He says, voice low and you look at him incredulously.

‘All I did was hold your hand,’ You whisper back.

‘Okay, sorry for trying to be supportive,’ He rolls his eyes but it’s playful and you laugh, head tilting back. Peter smiles down at you, squeezing your hand. You squeeze back.

Convincing the rest of the school and your friends of the relationship is surprisingly easy, MJ and Ned shooting each other knowing looks. Peter hits it off with the latter almost immediately but MJ sticks to your side, whispering I told-you-so’s between breaths.

~~~

‘We’re gonna have to kiss at some point, you know,’ Peter says around a mouth full of pizza, you whip your head up to stare at him. The early afternoon light hits him perfectly, and you’re sketching him during your lunch hour when he speaks the words.

You purse your lips. ‘Why?’

He laughs, taking another bite. ‘Who’s gonna believe we’re in a relationship if we don’t kiss?’

‘Maybe we’re just private,’ You shrug, your pen drifting over the paper.

‘Doesn’t have to be much,’ He says. ‘Just a peck before class or something.’

You can feel your cheeks heat up at the thought. They shouldn’t, you’ve kissed Peter before. Twice before but still the thought of pressing your lips against his in a way that has to seem almost normal feels strange.

‘If you’re really not comfortable we don’t have to,’ He tilts his head down to meet your eyes and you press a smile onto your lips.

‘It’s- it’s fine, Peter.’ You lay your pen down. ‘Follow your lead, right?’

He smiles gently. ‘Right.’

The warning bell rings a moment later and you stand, shoving your things into your bag while Peter throws your trash away. You wait for him by the picnic table you’d been seated at and he takes your hand, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

‘Ready?’ He asks. You nod.

Peter’s lips are soft, you realize, now that you have time to enjoy it. His hand is warm against your cheek and your eyes flutter shut for half a moment before he’s pulling away again, and you’re stepping back.

‘See you in seventh,’ He runs his thumb under your eye. You don’t respond, too breathless to even blink but he’s gone before he can notice. You shake your head, wiping the dazed look from your face. Can you really do this?

But you soon realize that fake-dating Peter is easier than you think. The stolen kisses in the halls before class, holding hands any chance you can get and movie nights almost every weekend, more often than not.

But despite the sweet gestures and almost real feelings you can’t help but constantly feel on edge, just waiting for him to break up with you, tell you it’s over and it’s enough. But he doesn’t, and you don’t tell him any different. You barely notice three months pass until Halloween is right around the corner.

The sun beats down harshly on your back and despite the blinding rays of heat the air holds a chill that outlasts even what should be the warmth of a burning sun and you suppress a shiver, pulling the sleeves of your sweater farther down your arms.

It smells of mint and oranges and you almost forget that the piece of fabric used to be Peter’s rather than your own before you swiped it from his closet near a month ago. The frosty air had been too cool for your thin t-shirt, but he never did mind.

You pad up the concrete steps leading to the rusty doors of Midtown Tech and shove them open clumsily. They squeak on their hinges, the frozen metal making your fingertips feel like ice but the heat emitting from the school halls hits you square in the chest, banishing most of the excess cold from your body.

You can barely hear anything beyond the chatter of students, mulling aimlessly around the school until the warning bell rings. You almost want to join them until you spot a familiar mop of brown hair over the crowds, leading to a lean body leaning against your locker.

Peter’s back is to you, but that doesn’t stop him from whipping around when you’re close enough, a lopsided grin plastered on his face. You do your best not to start.

‘Nice try,’ He jokes, crossing his arms as you skip past him to open the metal compartment. You feel his eyes follow you the entire way through. ‘You should know by now you can’t sneak up on me.’

‘Ah, but you have an unfair advantage,’ You grapple for your textbooks, fingers wrapping around the worn covers and pulling them to your chest. You close your locker door with the swing of your hip. ‘Radioactive blood? I never stood a chance.’

‘Hasn’t stopped you before,’ He falls into step beside you as you swing your ratty bag to the front of your shoulder and shove the books inside.

‘Can’t blame a girl for trying,’ You shrug, a grin playing on your lips.

Peter rolls his eyes and pulls on the edge of your collar. ‘This looks awfully familiar,’ His voice is teasing and you catch the glimmer in his eyes at the sight.

‘Does it? I found it in a dumpster, it’s garbage chic.’

He narrows his eyes and grumbles, ‘You’re a jerk.’

You laugh, bumping his shoulder before you link your arm through his and pull him along through the thickening crowd. ‘I’m kidding, Pete.’

‘Yeah, yeah,’ He stumbles after you, speeding his pace to match yours and squeezes through the classroom door beside you. You release his arm and take a seat in the back right corner of the class and he plops down beside you, eyes landing on the pretty figure perched in the front. ‘Is Liz wearing a new top?’

You narrow your eyes, looking the girl up and down before humming. ‘Think so,’ Peter glances at you. ‘Should I be worried that you notice that?’

He smiles, lopsided and boyish. ‘I notice a lot of things.’

‘Like?’ You press.

‘Like how this is the third sweater you’ve stolen from me,’ He shakes his head. ‘Am I ever getting them back?’

You pull the fabric over your fingers and grin cheekily. ‘Nope, say your goodbyes Pete.’

He snatches the edge of the sleeve and grips your hand under it, pressing his lips against the soft fabric. ‘Goodbye,’ He whispers dramatically. You pull your hand back quickly and shoot him a sarcastic grin.

‘You’re annoying.’

‘But you love me anyways,’ He winks.

You shake your head. ‘Gross,’ You mumble jokingly but Peter’s attention is already elsewhere. Elsewhere being the back of Liz Allen’s head.

You feel a twinge in your chest and look away. ‘You still on that?’ You ask.

He whips his head to you, eyes wide in question. ‘What?’

‘Nothing, nevermind,’ You try to backtrack, but Peter’s eyes are glued to you now, and they won’t let go.

‘Are you okay?’

You breathe in deeply, trying not to snap and turn to him. ‘Don’t you think people will think it weird that my boyfriend keeps staring at another girl?’ You emphasize boyfriend, as if it’s a foreign subject, one that you don’t understand. ‘Peter, we should stop this.’

‘What?’ He leans towards you, sliding his hand towards yours but your fingers barely graze before you’re pulling away. ‘Y/N, you can’t do this in the middle of class-’

‘Then I’ll do it after,’ You whisper. ‘What does it matter, Peter? This was bound to end at some point.’

He shakes his head, as if it’s the last thing he expected to hear and turns to the front of the class. Neither of you speak for the remainder of it, a heavy silence settling over you. It’s safe to say you bolt out of the room the second you’re able, and Peter doesn’t follow you. You don’t know why you wish he did.

~~~

You’re almost asleep when three sharp knocks against your window send your blood racing and your heart pounding. It’s dark, too dark to see and with the thin curtain pulled across the window pane you can barely see but a dim figure outlined behind it.

You slip out of bed quietly, grabbing a book from your floor and hefting it high over your head. Steeling yourself with a deep breath, you rip the curtain back with a flourish.

Peter sits perched on your fire escape, his mask in hand and he looks startled for a moment before a confused grin splits his face. You slide the window open. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’

‘Is that a book?’ He laughs, leaning towards you. ‘Y/N, what is a book going to do?’

‘It was the first thing I could find,’ You whisper harshly, stepping back and tossing it on your bed. Peter grips the top of the window frame and swings in, bouncing on his feet before standing still. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘We need to talk,’ He says, you roll your eyes.

‘No, we really don’t.’

‘Sounds familiar,’ he tilts his head and you glance away, trying not to think of how this horrid charade began. He furrows his brows. ‘Please?’

‘Peter, what is there to talk about?’ You breathe. ‘Flash lost interest, Liz is sufficiently jealous,’ You shake your head. ‘There’s no point anymore.’

He darts forwards and takes your hand, you try to pull away but he holds fast. ‘No, listen,’ He squeezes your hand, dropping his mask to the ground in the process. His eyes are filled with desperation. ‘There is a point.’

You glance up in ridicule, huffing out a breath and pulling away. ‘Well I can’t see it, Peter,’ You step backwards. ‘And it’s only gonna end up hurting one of us because-’ You choke on your breath, not daring to speak any farther.

The blue of Peter’s suit looks grey in the dim light, but the red is ever so bright. Peter swallows. ‘Because what?’

You shake your head again. ‘Because this is stupid, Peter. And hardly your typical relationship,’ You press your lips together tightly. ‘Please leave.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I don’t want to see you anymore,’ You can feel your eyes brim with tears, whether from fatigue or heartbreak you don’t know. ‘I’m tired of being second best to- to someone who’s never going to see you that way,’ The words sting as they come out. ‘Go home.’

But Peter doesn’t move, he stares at you with nothing but pain until he’s surging forwards. Until he’s pressing his lips against yours in a very real way. Your hands clasp the back of his neck and his arms are tight around your back.

You’re kissing Peter Parker in a very real way, and you don’t think you want it to end.

But it does with a gasp and a grin. Peter nudges your nose. ‘You were never second best,’ The words are whispered against your lips like a prayer. You kiss him again and realize with a jolt that everything has changed. Nothing is as it was.

~~~

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sleepypurpledandelion · 6 years ago

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ooo Describe Bakugo and Todoroki is as many words as you like?

.3. ALRIGHT! I will…do my best??? Prepare for mild rambling. I am completely inept at keeping my thoughts in order. ALSO PLS FEEL FREE TO AGREE/DISAGREE AND TELL ME IF YOU DO. I like discussing these things. :D

Bakugou: Literal embodiment of “Gifted Kid Grows Up With Many Complexes”. Which, I get, I feel that. Being raised with praise heaped on you only to learn that you are average at best, it fucks you up. Especially when you can’t learn how to deal with your emotions like in Bakugou’s case. Which leads to my next comment, constipated. Like boy has some serious emotional constipation. No clue what to do with all of it so he just screams. I feel like it’s the equivalent of mental bottle necking. He’s got all these thoughts and feelings rushing forward through this wide open space, only to suddenly only be able to fit so many out at a time, if any at all. In Bakugou’s case it seems anger, frustration, and aggression are what are able to get out first most cases. In no way does Bakugou only feel anger, he isn’t just always pissed. Anger and aggression just seem to be the easiest to get out, and maybe the hardest to control for him. He feels his emotions very strongly, and most likely this overwhelms him. He doesn’t know how to handle it, and so he gets frustrated, raising his Anger and putting it at the fore. I know when I am frustrated/anxious/overstimulated I get VERY irritable/snappy/mean. I don’t mean to, and I try not to take it out on others. Bakugou might not be very good at controlling that, and most likely struggles to keep from saying truly hurtful things. We’ve gotten canon proof in the Manga that he at this point snaps at Midoriya on reflex. So I sort of get the feeling he also at this point isn’t really meaning what he’s saying. Well, yes and no. He isn’t one to say something and not mean it. What I think is happening is he’s saying the first thing to come to mind. Which isn’t always the most accurate without context or further thought. Especially when fueled by Anger and Frustration. Bakugou is also stubborn as hell and hates showing weakness, so he would refuse to go back and reiterate. You really just can’t take most of his reactionary yelling personally. Now I also feel like all of this isn’t necessarily true for Middle School Bakugou. He had a massive ego, used to getting what he wanted from anyone just by flashing his quirk around. Middle School Bakugou was actually quite close to being what I would have considered irredeemable. I HATED him when I first read the manga, like most of us. Oh buddy I hated Bakugou so much and swore I would NEVER like him. However being put in a class full of people on his level, with teachers unimpressed by his behavior, it really did kickstart redemption. Is he there yet? God no. He’s working on it still. I really just can’t wait to see where Bakugou goes from here and how he grows.

Todoroki: Honestly Todoroki is a very interesting character. He was so horribly BLAND to me when he first came into the series. It really wasn’t until the Sports Festival that he made ANY Impression on me. Really, it’s been fun seeing him grow. Todoroki is obvious a quiet guy, not really one to say unnecessary things. Though I feel like people sort of boil his personality down to that one trait, and his hatred of Endeavor. Todoroki is a sassy kid, full of a funny, quiet sort of spite. The sort that makes you choke on your drink when he suddenly snarks at someone. It’s never the sort of sass you’d expect from this quiet refined rich kid. I mean, the whole fucking “that’s a nasty scar you got there, SLUUUUURP” moment. Iconic. I love this guy. Or, the god awful “No one likes warm soda, right?”. Like, WHAT? He’s honestly such a caring kid too. Like, he didn’t get the chance to properly show this for such a long time. I fully believe Todoroki is a touch starved baby who would MELT if he had someone he could trust to just, hold him, gently play with his hair. FIGHT ME. This guy is amazing, full of a fiery passion for his dreams/goals and loved ones, a frigid freezing anger to those who would do him or those he cares for wrong. His determination is right on par with Midoriya and Bakugou, he just isn’t one to loudly declare it. All-in-All Todoroki is a good boy who deserves the chance to continue to grow and learn. Who deserves close friends who support him, and deserves to achieve his dreams.

Honestly my thoughts are super scattered so I hope this makes sense.

#I may have rambled #a lot #I did sort of warn you tho #so yeah #inkytalks #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #bnha #todoroki #todoroki shouto #boku no hero academia #inkygotanask #An Inky Friend #Anonymous

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forzalando · 7 years ago

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Comfort ~ Remus Lupin

hello cutie pies! this request comes from the lovely @stxxphi! It was a joy to finally write about my bby Remus, I love him with my whole heart. I really, truly hope you like it Steph, you are heckin amazing! :)

Request: Hi Marissa!! 🙋🏻‍♀️ can i request a little something with Remus? Maybe aftercare after a bad full moon? Or even just a long day of studies? Anything ya got 😁 pls and thank you!

Pairing: Remus x Reader

Y/N: Your Name

Y/H/C: Your Hair Color

Warnings: kinda angsty, sad Remus :(

Word Count: 1580

The fire in the Gryffindor common room crackled quietly as you sat on the couch waiting for Remus to return. You knew that tonight’s transformation was going to be the worst he’s had to endure in a while. He had been on edge all week; snapping at you and anyone else who tried to comfort him. He had left his homework in a pile on the desk in his dormitory, but you, James, and Sirius divided the work amongst yourselves and finished it for him. This had triggered Remus to scold the three of you; saying that he didn’t need any help and that if he had wanted to do his work he would have done it himself. He apologized profusely for his behavior and after that, he hardly spoke to you the rest of the week. He barely ate, and you swore you hadn’t seen him smile in days. You were so thankful that it was the weekend, and that Remus wouldn’t have to worry about anything but recovering for the next two days.

The sound of the portrait opening lifted you from your thoughts and you turned to see James, Sirius, and Peter helping a barely conscious Remus walk towards you. They placed him gently on the couch next to you, laying him down with his head in your lap, and Sirius gave you a look that you knew to be a look asking if you were alright.

“I’m fine, Sirius, you three head on up to bed. I’ve got him.”

“You’re a bloody angel, Y/N, Remus is so lucky to have you.” James muttered as the three boys trudged up the stairs to their beds.

If Remus’s eyes hadn’t been open, you would have sworn he was asleep. You reached into the bag that was sitting next to you, pulled out a warm cloth, and began to clean his face with it. You stopped for a moment when Remus’s tired voice broke the silence in the common room.

“I don’t deserve you.” He said as he looked into your eyes.

“Hm, I disagree. I think it’s me that doesn’t deserve you.”

Remus chuckled dryly as he rolled his eyes.

“You don’t mean that, Y/N. I’ve been horrid to you all week. I was shocked you were waiting here for me.”

“Nothing could keep me away from you, Remus. How many times do I have to tell you that you mean everything to me before you actually start to believe it?”

“I guess you’ll have to say it again because I still think you’re barking mad to be with a monster like me.”

“You’re not a monster, Remus. You’re a kind, smart, respectful, funny, beautiful man, and I love you with all of my heart.”

A ghost of a smile graced his tired face and remained there until you had finished cleaning the dirt from his lightly tanned skin. Your eyes scanned down his body and you were relieved to see that he had managed to come out relatively unscathed this month. He wasn’t bleeding anywhere besides a small cut on the bottom of his chin that you had paid extra attention to when cleaning his face.

Your hands made their way to his hair, and you softly massaged Remus’s scalp as he sighed in contentment. His eyes fluttered closed and you took this time to admire the beauty that was Remus John Lupin. His strong jaw, angled nose, and chiseled cheekbones were all sharp enough to create a dull throbbing in your chest. The thick, black lashes that surrounded his beautiful green eyes laid beautifully upon his cheeks. It was times like this that made you wonder why this young man, this faultless young man, couldn’t see the beauty in himself that you and anyone else could see perfectly.

Your admiring stopped when you saw a tear escape from his right eye. You quickly caught it with the pad of your thumb and wiped it gently from his face.

“Remus, are you alright?” You asked quietly as you cupped his cheek.

“I just don’t understand. You could have anyone, be with anyone, but you stay with me. What can I give you, Y/N? What DO I give you? All I do is hurt the people close to me, I mean, bloody hell I yelled at you and ignored you for doing my homework for me when I was too angry to do it myself. What kind of….”

You placed your hand gently over his mouth to silence him. Now, tears were escaping your eyes as well as his.

“I don’t want anyone but you, Remus. I stay with you because I love you. You give me more than anyone else ever could. You give me strength, you make me happy, and you make me feel loved. You have never hurt me. What hurts me, is that you don’t see how stupidly in love with you I am, you bloody idiot. For the love of Godric, I’ve looked at you and talked about you like you put the stars in the sky ever since I met you on the train in our first year.”

Remus laughed out loud when you spoke your last sentence.

“Sirius would get so mad because we were both too afraid to tell each other how we felt. Do you remember that transfiguration class in our fourth year when you were staring at me from the back of the class and he got up and left because he ‘couldn’t bear to see your googly eyes’?”

“You mean right after the herbology class that left James gagging because you couldn’t keep your googly eyes off of me the entire time?”

The two of you erupted into fits of laughter; you were clutching your sides and Remus had turned so that his face was hidden in your shirt. He sat up slowly and moved so that you were both laying on the couch; your body was sprawled on top of his with your head nestled in the crook of his neck. Apparently, it was now his turn to play with your hair.

“You know,” you hummed, “I’m supposed to be the one comforting you; not the other way around.”

“Making you happy is comforting to me. It makes me feel good, so just let me love you, okay darling?”

Your eyes fluttered closed as Remus’s long, calloused fingers played with your Y/H/C hair for Merlin knows how long.

You felt his lips move close to your ear and he left a kiss on your temple before whispering for you to tell him a story.

“Once upon a time, there was a handsome prince named Remus John Lupin. He had beautiful green eyes that resembled the deep sea after a storm, and soft, brown hair that felt like cotton underneath your fingertips. He was the bravest, kindest, and most honest prince the great land of Hogwarts had ever known. His faithful knights, Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail accompanied him on his many adventures. They slayed dragons, rescued damsels in distress, fed the poor, rebuilt villages after attacks from enemy armies, and got into loads of trouble around Remus’s castle for pranking the kitchen staff…”

As you continued whispering to Remus the story of the handsome prince, you felt his grip on you loosen and his breathing become slower. You knew that he had fallen asleep, so you closed your eyes, snuggled into his embrace, and soon found sleep overtaking you as well in the strong arms of your lover.

The two of you slept soundly for the next few hours, only to be startled awake by the sound of your friends gagging and giggling.

“Bloody hell, Prongs, maybe we should have cherished the time when they weren’t together. They’re always snogging and cuddling and now the first thing I have to see this morning, after very little sleep, is the two of them snuggled together in their sleep with smiles on their faces, no doubt dreaming of each other.” You heard the unmistakable voice of Sirius Black whisper.

“I think they’re sweet,” said Lily Evans as she walked down the steps and passed the couch you and Remus were laying on.

“They’re adorable, the sweetest, absolutely breathtaking! Love is beautiful, Lily, take a chance on love with me!” James called out as he sprinted through the portrait to chase after her.

You felt Remus’s body shake lightly and heard his breathy chuckle in your ear.

“Bloody hell, Wormtail, they’re waking up. Let’s head to the Great Hall for breakfast before they start snogging and I lose my appetite forever.” Sirius whined.

Your eyes opened slightly to see Sirius and Peter hurrying out the portrait, leaving you and Remus alone in the common room once again.

“Good morning, my love.” He whispered in your ear before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Thank you for last night. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for everything. I love you more than you will ever know.”

You tilted your head and smiled at Remus before he pressed a kiss to your lips. That was where the two of you stayed for the rest of the day; savoring the warmth of one another with the occasional kisses and smiles shared between you.

You both knew that there was nowhere else you would rather be than in the arms of one another, feeling safe, warm, and protected because of the pure love that surrounded and consumed the two of you completely.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin angst #remus lupin #remus x reader #marauders imagine #marauders fluff #marauders angst #marauders #marauders era

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something dark and spicy with innocent s/o and dark!tsuna, dino and reborn pls

I don’t know if this is exactly what you were looking for, I had some trouble thinking of possible plots that hit all those themes. They might be darker than you were looking for.

TsunaYou jumped at the sight of a shadowy figure standing in the doorway into your living room. It was late, and you didn’t like to turn on any lights you didn’t need; you knew your way around your own apartment well enough that they weren’t necessary. But you wished now that you had. Your heart felt like it was going a hundred miles a minute, and though you wanted to run your feet were glued to the ground.

The man stepped forward, into the light cast by a full moon shining through the window. You let out a sigh of relief at the sight of just Tsuna, clutching at your chest to still your beating heart. You said his name, and took a step towards him before coming to a halt, your eyes falling to his hand.

“T-Tsuna?” you stuttered, watching as a drop of blood fell from his glove to the floor. When your gaze returned to his eyes you gasped and almost fell from your sudden step back, your body moving before your brain could catch up. They had a madness to them you hadn’t seen before.

He walked up to you, and though he did so at a normal pace your eyes couldn’t keep up. You blinked and he was standing right in front of you. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t run. You just looked up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to break the silence.

“I killed him. That bastard that’s been harassing you. He won’t bother you again.”

“W-who? Who did you kill?” you stuttered. You didn’t know who he was talking about. Nobody had been bothering you. But you had a sinking feeling in your gut. You almost didn’t want to believe it, that your boyfriend was capable of murder, but that look in his eyes… It was all you needed to know he was telling the truth.

“That coworker of yours. The one who’s been asking you to lunch every day. It’s not like I cared enough to know his name. But it’s okay, _______, you’re safe. Nobody will ever forget that you’re mine now,” he said, reaching out to caress your cheek. You jumped, trying to back away at the feeling of the warm blood on your skin. But Tsuna didn’t let you, free arm immediately snaking around your waist and pulling you flush to his chest.

“He thought he could take you from me. He screamed like a baby when I cut him open. Begged for his life instead of fighting back. He wasn’t worthy of you. He wouldn’t have been able to protect you.”

You opened your mouth to protest, to yell at him, to tell him to get away from you, but he didn’t let you respond. He kissed you instead, shoving his tongue down your throat. The hand at your cheek trailed down your body, and you could feel the blood soaking into your clothes. It felt disgusting, and sticky, and gross, and you felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you thought ‘This guy’s fucking dead, he’s dead and now it’s all over me’.

Tsuna’s hand rubbed you through your pajama pants, and you were disturbed at how quickly your body was reacting. He didn’t pull away from the kiss till you were gasping for air, and you could feel his warm breath on your lips as he spoke. “I’m gonna paint you with his blood before I fuck you. You’re all mine, and none of those other men will ever have you. I’ll make sure of it.”

DinoYou didn’t know why this had happened to you. You had never done anything to anybody, you felt. You always tried your best to be kind. And besides, your family didn’t have any money they could pay a ransom with.

You had never had much to begin with. You made do with what you had. It wasn’t a perfect life, you didn’t always get snacks, but it was good. You really didn’t want your family to break bank by paying a ransom. That’s the only thing you could think of for why you were kidnapped.

You were just glad they hadn’t raped you. They hadn’t beat you either. You felt like that was something that always happened in the movies. You’d been blindfolded on the way here, and now you were chained to the wall. You got food, and they took you to the bathroom to pee. But it’s not like they were nice to you or anything. Your eyes were perpetually red these past few days from crying. You just wanted to go home.

You were sitting in the corner, back against the wall and knees to your chest. You hid your face in your arms, staring at your feet through the gap in your legs. You just wanted to go home.

You sat up a little straighter at a loud banging noise. It had to have come from farther in the house, though you didn’t know what this place looked like or how big it was from your short trip down the hallway to the bathroom. You strained your ears, trying to listen. What could be going on?

Another, and now shouting. You felt your breath quicken, suddenly worried. What could that be besides fighting? What was happening? Were they squabbling amongst themselves? And then you became hopeful, maybe it was the police coming to save you. Maybe you were going to be free soon. Maybe you’d go home. No, don’t think like that! You’ll be disappointed when the bad guys win. It’s probably nothing.

But the sounds kept getting closer and closer, and you realized that those bangs were guns. You jumped as one sounded nearly just outside your room, and your heart was beating so fast your chest was about to burst. You realized you were sweating, and nearly hyperventilating. You tried to calm down, and you hid back under your arms, praying everything would be okay.

When the door slammed open you screamed, squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as you could. You were shaking, and when you felt gentle hands at your wrists you slowly opened your eyes. Just in time to watch the chains fall open and to the floor.

“Dino?” You almost couldn’t believe your eyes. You rubbed at them, and when you opened them again you found it wasn’t a dream at all. You could tell you were crying, but you didn’t care.

“It’s okay, _______, it’s me. You’re safe now.”

You fell into his arms, holding him so tightly you almost wondered if it hurt. If so, he didn’t seem to care. He stroked your back comfortingly, whispering over and over that it was okay and that he was here. And that he was sorry, he was so sorry.

When you pulled away you finally saw the whip on the floor next to him. The lash was covered in blood. And when you looked closely at him, you realized Dino had specks of blood on him too. No injuries of his own, just backsplash from the people he’d ripped the skin from. You didn’t know where he’d learned to fight like that, and you wondered if he’d killed them, and if he did how could he have brought himself to? But you could worry about that later. Right now you didn’t have the emotional capacity to deal with it.

You kissed him hard enough to bruise, tightening your arms around his neck and pulling him close enough there was no space between you. You loved him. You just wanted to be with him. You’d been through so much. You needed to know he was real, he was here. Dino didn’t seem to disagree, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap.

Each kiss bled into the next, and you didn’t know how much time had passed when you finally pulled away, eyes half lidded as you looked at him. “I need you right now, Dino. Please.”

“Of course,” he said with a lopsided grin before changing your positions, pushing you onto your back on the floor. He rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb, looking almost sad. “I love you, ________.”

RebornYou knew there was something wrong. Reborn had been disappearing in the middle of the night, the middle of the day, coming home at weird hours and making stupid excuses nobody would ever believe. You had a hundred things you thought it was. But mostly you just figured he was cheating on you. And you weren’t someone who put up with that kind of shit.

So you were trying to think of a way to talk to him about it. Cause you really did love him. You didn’t want to be a complete prick about it. You didn’t want to sound accusing and angry but you couldn’t figure out how to word something like that without sounding accusing. And part of you said to yourself that he deserved it, because cheating was the obvious logical conclusion to his weird behavior lately.

You were mulling it all over late one night, cause of course he wasn’t home yet, when you suddenly heard the front door opening. You had been pacing the living room, and you turned at the noise. All your careful speeches went out the door. You felt only rage inside you. So the moment he stepped foot into the room all you said was, “Welcome home, asshole!”

You didn’t have any time whatsoever to react. He crossed the room in three quick strides and tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of your neck, pulling you into a searing kiss. You squeaked at the suddenness of it, eyes going wide before you regained enough of yourself to pull away. It had been an uncharacteristically sloppy kiss, and you had to take a minute to wipe your lips with the back of your sleeve before speaking.

“Agh, Reborn, what was that about?”

“Aren’t I allowed to kiss you anymore?” he asked, eyes still just as intense as when he’d entered the room.

“You’ve been acting weird all week! What’s up with you? Are you cheating on me?” You hadn’t meant to say that last part, it had just kind of slipped out. But no taking it back.

He almost looked a little hurt at the accusation. He didn’t look away, didn’t avert his eyes, no signs of lying as he said, “Of course not. Work has just been very stressful, is all.“

You didn’t know what he did for work. He never told you. And he certainly wasn’t going to tell you now that he’d been struggling to catch a very crafty guy that kept slipping away from him. An enemy of the Vongola that had already gotten quite a few of their agents. A guy that had been so formidable that Reborn had almost just died in a battle with him. He won in the end, of course. He was the best hitman in the world. But for a second there, he thought he was gone. That he’d never see you again. And you wouldn’t even know what happened.

You looked skeptical, but finally you sighed and looked away. “Are you ever gonna tell me what’s going on?”

He didn’t answer right away, and you didn’t look up at him, staring fixedly at the frayed corner of a book you’d left on the coffee table. “Maybe someday. But I don’t want to think about any of that right now. I want you, ______.”

Your eyes shot up to him as you felt his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. You leaned into the kiss this time, and his hands slid under your thighs as he pulled you up into his arms. Your legs came around his waist, and you didn’t need to look to know where he was taking you.

He placed you down on the kitchen table, getting right to work removing your pants. But before he got them down over your hips he stopped, looking up into your eyes. “I really do love you, _______. You’re the only one for me.”

#khr scenarios #tsuna #dino #reborn #admin haru

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