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milaisreading · 2 months
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5th times the charm?
Pairings: Itoshi Sae x Isagi's sister!Yn
Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open. This is just a small Valentine's Day idea I had, since the day is approaching us quickly.
⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️
Ever since he could remember, Yoichi thought of of his sister as someone who could be described as a hopeless romantic at heart. And while that was something he really admired in (Y/n), her faith in love and finding the right person, it also worried him. He loved his sister a lot, she was a kind and very caring person, so he always wanted the best for her. He mainly wanted her to have a good partner, since finding one was always one of her goals, but Yoichi noted one thing about her crush and dating history. And that was, (Y/n) always seemed to find assholes as love interests. While he doesn't remember much about (Y/n)'s pre-school and elementary school, he would sometimes hear his mom and her talk about those things in the kitchen, a random memory popping out here and there. Middle school and high school was something he does remember pretty vividly the two times she would come home crying. Sure, back then he didn't know much about these things and would try to cheer (Y/n) up, but now that he is older he is more aware of these things. That's why he took it upon himself to keep his teammates away from (Y/n). They were good football players and friends, don't get Yoichi wrong, but he couldn't imagine them with his sister.
Then, to his horror, when his career took of in Re Al, he was confronted with the harsh truth that Sae Itoshi of all people asked (Y/n) out, to which she ended up agreeing! Yoichi tried to keep his opinion at the time to himself, not wanting to offend Sae. But, once the siblings were left alone, he warned his sister about dating him.
'Don't worry. I am sure this time it will be different.' Yoichi recalled her words, and he just hopes she was right. And if she wasn't, an accidental kick of the ball into Sae's face will help him calm down.
Looking at the digital clock, (Y/n) yawned as she read the time.
"Already 23:30... and I am not even done decorating this. I shouldn't have waited till last minute." She muttered to herself, looking down at the homemade chocolate and at some of the decorative items she bought the day before. It was the night before Valentine's Day and (Y/n) was doing her absolute best for the chocolate to turn out as good as possible. She really wanted to impress Sae with it, but also see his reaction. It's something she would do ever since she was little. Her mom would tell her to always look at how a guy will react to the little gifts, and make her judgement based on that. And well, so far (Y/n) faced disappointment after disappointment.
'Eww. The card looks stupid, and pink isn't even my favorite color! I am a boy, are you stupid?!'
(Y/n) flinched as she remembered one of the first boys she liked rip her Valentine's Day card into two and throw it at her. That was disappointment #1.
'I don't like this chocolate brand. Next time get me something else.' Safe to say she never looked at disappointment #2 again. Why were elementary school boys so into brand named chocolate? (Y/n) hummed as she mixed some blue and green into the white chocolate.
'The chocolate tastes nice, I didn't know you could cook or whatever. But, you aren't my type, thanks for the chocolate, tho.' Disappointment #3 came up in middle school. (Y/n) wasn't sure why she cried that day, possibly because he was the first guy she had a serious crush on? It was a mystery to her.
'I don't like girls like you. You are way too much of a high maintenance. And besides, I found someone else. She looks more like a football players girlfriend.' Disappointment #4 came along in her final year of high school. Oliver was someone she met by chance, he wasn't her classmate or anything. Just a boy she met at a local café she met and secretly dated for a while. (Y/n) knew je was someone who liked women, a lot, but she held out hope that he might change for her. Well, she came to realize that the hope was foolish.
(Y/n) bit back her tears as she put the chocolate into the fridge, her heart pounding in fear.
'Please, please be different.' She thought, praying that the 5th time will do the trick.
Now, Sae wasn't a romantic person and never really saw the appeal in relationships or acting all lovesick for another person. In his mind football and practice were the only things that should occupy him... until he became one of those lovesick individuals. Although he tried to hide it, and failed according to Rin and Yoichi, Sae was completely in love with the older Isagi sibling. Always being more gentle and mindful of his words around (Y/n), and doing his best to show off his skills in front of her when she would watch a Re Al match. So, to nobody's surprise, Sae spent 2 weeks preparing a gift for Valentine's Day for (Y/n), something Rin wouldn't let him live down if he found out.
'Hope she likes this.' Sae thought as he finished wrapping up the plush toy he found. It was a limited edition item he saw (Y/n) eyeing for a while, so he had to be fast and get it before it was sold out.
The next day, the two met up in a nearby park to exchange the gifts and go for a stroll through Madrid later.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" The two said at the same time, presenting their gifts in front of each other.
"Huh? You got me a gift as well?" (Y/n) raised an eyebrow as her heartbeat quickened, earning a nod from Sae.
"Of course."
"But, White day is-"
"I don't care. I will get you a gift for Valentine's Day and White Day." Sae shrugged as (Y/n)'s face turned red.
"You... you shouldn't do that." She argued, but the redhead shook his head to her words.
"No. I want to."
"O-oh..." (Y/n) felt like her heart was about to explode as she handed Sae the chocolate. Neatly wrapped in a pink and white package with a few heart stickers here and there. Sae kept quiet as he inspected the box after handing (Y/n) the gift he got her. The girl felt her heart sink for a moment when he didn't say anything, already fearing the worst.
'The colors are probably wrong-' Her thoughts got interrupted as she saw Sae smile softly and unwrapped the gift.
'He... He doesn't mind the colors?!' She gulped, hugging the gift closer to her form, watching as he took a bite from the chocolate.
"It's not much and not a brand-named item, but I hope you like it." (Y/n) said timidly as Sae raised an eyebrow.
"I don't care. This chocolate is better than any store bought I ever had. Can you make more when you have time?" Sae wondered, eating more as (Y/n) eyes widened in surprise.
"Y-you like it?! You want me to make more?" She asked, face getting redder as her heart was close to burst out of her chest.
"Of course. You made it. Why wouldn't I like it? I love it, actually." Sae smiled at the girl. There was a silence for a moment and (Y/n) felt a few tears escape her eyes, which caused Sae to panic and move closer to see what the issue was.
"Are you alright? I am sorry. Did I say something wrong?-"
"I love you." (Y/n) sobbed out, hugging Sae tightly. The player was taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered and hugged her back as a small smile was formed on his face.
"Love you, too."
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misc-obeyme · 2 months
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ink and tome would be fitting for satan, but feels boring to do the expected
sooo
forgetful and tantan :3
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Hello there, 🐈‍⬛ anon!
Okay well I got a little overly sappy with this one, perhaps. I just think Satan is a hopeless romantic (like me lol), but also he's intense about it. Anyway, hopefully this isn't too cheesy.
Thank you for participating!
COZY COMFORTS EVENT
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GN!MC x Satan with prompt forgetful
Warnings: slight mention of how MC comes back in season two of the OG, but nothing spoilery
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Satan was not a forgetful demon. He kept a wealth of knowledge in his mind, gleaned from years of collecting and reading every book he could get his hands on. He remembered important dates, upcoming plans, whose turn it was to cook, and whether or not he would need an umbrella that day. Satan didn't forget things.
And yet when he was with you, it sometimes felt like he had forgotten every tidbit of information he had so meticulously acquired. Even just seeing your smile made him forget his own worries, filling him instead with warmer and softer emotions.
The first time you went back to the human world, it was like a piece of him went with you. Satan struggled to fill that part of himself again, concerned about how much of him you already held.
You came back completely unannounced. Even when you landed on his head, Satan didn't actually mind. He was just glad to see you. Glad to have that missing piece of him back again.
You hadn't been back in the Devildom for long and already Satan found that he couldn't keep his eyes off of you. It was as though he needed to drink you in, to get his fill of you.
You noticed, inevitably. The two of you were alone in the library at the House of Lamentation, each of you sitting on one end of the sofa. Satan was turned toward you slightly, watching as you turned the pages of your book, his own forgotten in his hands. You looked up at him suddenly and caught him staring, your eyes meeting his.
You smiled and laughed a little. "Are you okay? You keep staring at me like you're not sure if I'm real."
Satan blushed and closed his eyes. "You arrived so unexpectedly, that's all," he said. "Is it so hard to believe that I'm still amazed that you're even here at all?"
You put down your book and moved closer to him. You clasped your hands in your lap and looked down at them. "You didn't forget me?"
Satan snapped his book shut, a flare of something like anger but not quite singing through him. He took your hands and you looked up at him again, startled.
"When I'm with you, you're all that I see," he said, his voice low and intense. "And sometimes I forget myself. But when you're gone, part of me goes with you, making it impossible for me to ever forget you. When you're gone, all I can think about is how much I want you to come back."
Satan was not a forgetful demon. When the years of studying seemed to be so easily overwhelmed by memories of your face and your voice, he was content to hold you safe in his heart instead. He remembered the sound of your laugh, the feeling of your fingertips on his skin, the scent of the human world food you sometimes made, and the deep warmth that filled his chest when he looked into your eyes. No matter how much time passed, Satan knew he would never forget you.
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heejojo · 2 years
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how it feels dating nct dream
warnings: not proofread. likes, feedback, reblogs and comments are always welcome. lowercase intended and have a good day.
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mark
dating mark is fun and spontaneous; there's always something new to try. while he's an introvert, it doesn't stop him from making sure you have an amazing time when you're with him. he's not a big fan of receiving physical touch but oh boy, is he a giver. he'd hug you randomly and during times where you don't even expect it. and if you ask him why he's so clingy or touchy in that moment, he'll go all, "so I can't hug you again?"
so dramatic and loud my gosh. he's always laughing at something you do even if it's the most mundane thing ever, he loves it and eats it up all the time. you can be waking up, still booting and mark will be laughing at you. his laugh is very contagious and it makes you laugh as well, so it's very good during bad days and when you need it.
he's also a very good listener; he'll try to understand why you're feeling a certain way and always make sure that you know your feelings are valid and that you're seen.
remaining members under the cut!
jeno
dating jeno is safe. maybe because he's so comforting and adores you so much but yiu feel completely at ease when you're with him. he lets you do what you want and wants you to be happy all the time because when you're happy, he's happy as well.
such a hopeless romantic oml. some people may not see it that way but he is. beneath his rather intimidating exterior that never really scared you away (one of the reasons he's so in love with you), there's a big bear. he sits and allows you to touch his hair, face and sometimes allows you to experiment your makeup on his face.
major simp alert! no joke, he does things because he's such a sucker for your validation and praise. he'll get a piece of clothing because you said it looked good on him. is a sucker for head pats and will lierally kiss you almost everytime he sees you because you're so cute. likes to hug your face for some reason.
haechan
dating hyuck is warm. he loves physical touch and melts anytime you touch him or give him a small kiss. like, he looks like he could combust. he adores the fact that you're always ready to listen to him and at the same time, patient with him and his weaknesses. he knows its not easy at all so he gives kudos to you. he realizes that he's lacking sometimes in terms of how much love he gives you so he sits up and makes sure to remind you how much he loves you.
also, he can embarass you. when you scold him for doing something messy he'll start hyping you up rather than doing what he's supposed to do. he'll tell you that you look hot when you're angry but you shouldn't direct your anger to him.
buys you flowers, holds your hands and doesn't let you go when you guys sleep together. you sleep entangled in each others arms and wake up the same way, hearts against each other and beating to the same rhythm.
chenle
dating chenle is refreshing. his method of showing affection isn't loud but it's something that you can see and feel. it's in the little things: brushing your hair out of your face when you're reading a book or your concentration is on something, arranging a particular place for you because he knows how stressed you are and would just like to elevate your worries.
one thing that he enjoys doing is talking to you. it doesn't matter whether the conversation is about something serious like an issue you're both struggling with or something unimportant like how the price of toilet paper increased. it really doesn't matter, he loves talking to you about it. he literally calls you his person.
sometimes, he's willing to dye his hair to match with yours. other times, he's willing to walk the pets with you or clean the windows while you mop the floors. the thing is, with chenle, he makes love constantly feels like you're experiencing it for the first time.
renjun
dating renjun is wonderful. he gives his honest view on things and always makes sure that communication is key. he likes to make you know that he's here for you and that no matter what, he won't leave. he makes sure that you're being heard and that no one is being mean to you.
goes, "can't you see y/n was talking?" anytime somebody interrupts you rudely. he does not tolerate attitude. makes sure you keep your attitude in check so that you both don't argue with each other. loves painting with you. he loves drawing you too.
he calls you his muse when he's half asleep and your hands are interlocked and breathing in sync. he says the weirdest things sometimes but he usually has the perfect answer to almost everything. deep conversations are said with transparency and vulnerability on both sides it's unusual.
loves it when your hands are on his thighs when he's doing some drawing or just watching TV. he won't tell you though.
jaemin
dating jaemin is sweet. sometimes it feels like he's the other half of your soul. the relationship is so balanced; he takes care of you and you take care of him as well. he's well aware of your sleeping patterns and knows you need to get enough hours of sleep so you don't get cranky in the morning. he tries his best to get you into bed early but most times you guys end up curled up on your bed watching reruns of your favourite show while you wait for a new episode to come out.
he's your favourite partner in everything. you can't study with him because he ends up bringing up a topic not related to the subjects you're studying. you can't stop the conversation either because it's na jaemin and he's a very captivating person.
knows you're down bad for him and uses that to his advantage and sends you thirst traps so he can watch them and get all flustered. when you send a mild one back, he loses it and spams you with compliments as if you had a whole photo shoot. when dating jaemin, love isn't a foreign concept.
jisung
dating jisung feels like a coming-of-age movie. two people with each other, finding themselves, and finding solace withing each other. you're like his osais, his safe place from everything that seems to be hurting him. you're the one he goes to first when he needs a good cry because he knows that you'll make he lets everything out. keeping things in aren't good for him at all.
he does the same thing for you too; makes sure that you know he's proud of you everytime and that you don't need to compare yourself to others. he kisses you goodnight all the time and pouts when you don't do the same.
after a long day, the only thing that keeps him going is the thought of returning to see your face. doing skincare together, him painting your nails and vice versa. crying during sad movies in each others arms and laughing so hard tears fall out of your eyes and you're holding each other, trying to gasp for breath.
dating him feels fresh; the way life is supposed supposed feel like. something to look forward to not dread.
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savventeen · 1 year
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taylor swift mr. perfectly fine + jeonghan
[send me a song and a svt member (or members) and i'll tell you what kind of fic i'd write based on/inspired by it]
oh anon, you wanted some ANGST huh
(y'all can listen to the song here and read the lyrics here)
gonna stick this under a readmore bc my rambling ended up being a bit over 500 words oops
{warnings: murder mentions, arranged marriages}
okay so, because i can't stand the thought of making him a straight up Asshole, i would make this some kind of royalty/regency au partially inspired by romeo and juliet with a dash of moulin rouge
he and reader would be from two different politically-beefing powerful families, and they would meet at some kind of masquerade ball where reader catches jeonghan secretly getting up to some kind of mischief — and instead of ratting him out or even just ignoring him, they actually join in and the both of them end up having the best night they've had in years.
cue the secret romance between the two that very quickly becomes not-so-secret bc, uh oh, neither of them end up being very good at hiding their heart eyes for each other. and there's a part of jeonghan — the hopeless bleeding-heart romantic part — that believes that even though their families hate each other, there's still hope for a future together, one that isn't hidden in dark corners or behind masks or stolen between dances and under the stars.
but then. oh, but then. someone tips off his parents. someone that's been slinking around the court (and maybe who's had their own eyes on the reader) tells them just exactly who he's been sneaking off to give his heart to and his parents are furious.
it's not just the fact that he's fraternizing with the enemy. you see, unbeknownst to jeonghan, his entire future has already been decided for him. he's going to marry someone from another powerful family, one that's wealthy and that the entire kingdom knows isn't afraid to get their hands dirty to get what they want.
and what this family wants is jeonghan's unwavering devotion to his spouse-to-be. because they need the political gains that would come from their "happy" marriage and they need it badly enough that they aren't afraid to tell jeonghan exactly what would happen to the reader if he continued to see them. (hint: it wouldn't be the first time the family has been accused of murder)
and so jeonghan — poor, sweet, madly-in-love jeonghan — he does what he thinks is the only thing he can do to save you.
(because he knows you're just as stubborn as he is, if not even more so, and he knows that you would willingly walk right into something that would get you killed just because you loved him so much.)
he does the only thing he can think of to make sure you'll stay away (stay safe) and stay away for good (stay alive). he summons every ounce of acting skill he's ever possessed and convinces you that everything was just a game to him. that you were nothing more than a flight of fancy, a curiosity, a joke — something interesting for a moment, but nothing more than that.
he breaks your fucking heart, shattering his own in the process, and tries to make peace with the fact that even though you'll never see each other again and that you'll most likely hate him for the rest of your lives — at least you'll still have a life to live.
and he will continue to be the perfectly fine, perfect husband, perfect son — even if it means he's dead inside.
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raidenshogunmommy · 2 years
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Museum Date with them
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Finally another fanfic for this blog yay!!! This is something I've always wanted to write tbh.
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Tags: hcs, genshin impact, gn!Reader
Warnings: mention making out in Kazuha's part, NOT PROOF READ!
Genre: fluff?
Characters: Kazuha, Ei, Shenhe
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Kazuha
He proposed the idea.
Been waiting for this his entire life.
I KNOW FOR A FACT THIS MAN LOVES MUSEUMS. NO I DON'T TAKE CRITICISM
Has a very wide area of interest and knowledge, so he will kinda act like your personal guide.
His eyes are sparkling throughout the date. He's just so excited, he's always wanted to take a loved one to visit a museum, and since it's with you he couldn't be happier.
Ok. But. Imagine. It. Being. An. Art. Museum.
He may not be a painter or sculptor but has a very fine artistic knowledge and a keen eye for artistic value as well.
He will definitely be appreciating each and every piece.
Even still knowing him–
HE CAN'T RESIST BEING CHEESY.
"We may be surrounded by the most impressive artwork but you still are the true masterpiece amongst it all. I wouldn't be surprised if they ask to display you up there as well, because I can't imagine a single soul not being in awe of your mere presence."
Mans a hopeless romantic.
Prepared to be flustered as soon as you agree to his date idea.
Might even make out with you in the centre of the display.
The embarrassment would be real but who could resist him honestly?
He will even take you out to a fancy a dinner after spending the whole day walking around through the museum.
Let's just say y'all frequent museums a lot now.
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Ei
You probably had to convince her little hehe.
Obviously being obsessed with eternity for so long she hasn't given herself the chance to appreciate all that exists and all that used to exist.
But now that she has you and now that she has finally begun noticing the present she will try to go along with your idea.
She probably hesitated at first since she thinks she's not ready face her people in the public just yet cause she's still mentally recovering. But also because she thinks she may not be up to your expectations in a place such as a museum. Though that doesn't mean she does not possess her fair share of worldly knowledge as a goddess, she's just afraid that you'll view her emotion for it as shallow, because she just knows it, she hasn't held it in any particular regard. All she has is empty knowledge.
But she still knows that she's safe with you so after a while of overthinking and careful consideration she'll agree.
"Fine. I accept your proposition. You really won't give up huh. "
Quite stoic though her expression gives her away.
*whisper* " If you weren't so cute I'd be able to put up more of a fight."
"Hm? What was that?"
"NOTHING."
Expect her to be very shy.
She isn't used to this atmosphere.
PLEASE REASSURE HER.
Unknowingly she really impressed you with her understanding of so many things even if it lacks emotional value, it just made you fall deeper in love with her.
You compliment her throughout the day.
Hearing it just makes her melt, and she has a smile on her face for the rest of the day.
She really didn't expect to enjoy this date so much.
On the way home she gives you a piggy back ride because you complained about your feet being dead. (She blushed the whole time)
Overall, she really treasures this experience with you.
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Shenhe
Was honestly a little curious when you suggested the idea.
Not particularly used to such confined areas.
She is like Ei but alot more stoic and expressionless.
Though she doesn't hesitate to accept. She may not be able show it but she's actually excited.
"Sounds intriguing. I'm in."
You were quite surprised at her readiness, and it kinda made your heart beat faster.
Because c'mon that's adorable.
She hasn't had a very active relationship with the human world so she's kinda clueless about everything she sees.
You have to do explain everything to her. But you actually enjoy doing it because witnessing her experiencing a museum for the first is really wholesome.
She's like a little kid.
Questioning everything she sees.
May have gotten scolded more than once for touching the displays.
There is the tiniest hint of a pout when the security guard gives her a warning.
AAAAAA PLS SHE'S SO PRECIOUS
May still be a little stiff because people will definitely tend to stare at her but, quickly gets distracted by you pulling her towards the next display and explaining to her.
Will randomly kiss your cheek here and there, a little out of character for her but she just really appreciates your effort.
Afterwards she decided that she really likes museums.
Next time it's her asking you out for a date at the museum.
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Ok. So ik alot of you wanted a part 2 to my previous post,( I even got asks for it omg) but I really wanted to write this first. Also, did you want a second part with more characters or a continuation of the ones already there I'm very confused pls-
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moonchild-writes · 3 months
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The Puppet and his Vampire (Lies of P fic)
Synopsis: The more Pinocchio desires to become human, the more he begins to realize that he has deeper feelings for Emilie than he thought.
Warnings!: OC x character, fluff, comfort, romance, drinking blood (bc vampire), just P being a curious lad, oneshot, not proof-read, mediocre writing
A/N: it is 3 am and i have been working on this fic for hours. i am a lil delusional and i'm certain it's not properly edited. if there's anything a lil funky, i apologize. also this is about my lies of p oc, emilie delisle. i might make some p x reader stuff at some point, because i realize i probably should indulge my fellow lonely hopeless romantics. but tonight is not that night. i'm tired and i'm gonna go to bed once this is out. have a nice night/day/afternoon/whenever y'all.
Their partnership began simply because Emilie had nothing better to do. She'd been stuck in the hotel since the plague broke out, spending all her time making sure Antonia was okay for however long she had left in her twilight years. So traveling with the puppet was a welcome change for the vampire, who initially did not care what Pino's mission was... until she realized what Geppetto had planned for him thanks to Romeo's efforts, at which point she actually began to care more and more about his safety.
To have someone who really cared about him and even fought alongside and for him was... different. He appreciated the way she did everything she could to keep him safe, taking on any enemy that was too strong for him and even learning from Eugenie how to work on him when they were traveling. It was nice to have someone who wanted the best for him, even if he didn't believe her when she claimed that Geppetto wasn't a good guy here.
As Pinocchio became more human, he began to realize that he felt differently about Emilie than he did about the others in the hotel. Whenever they traveled together, or whenever he saw her in the library, he could feel and even hear his mechanical heart beat faster, and he even began to feel nervous around her. Since P had learned to speak, he always spoke clearly and correctly... but he had a habit of stuttering and stumbling over his words, as if he'd forgotten how to speak to the elven vampire. It was embarrassing, an emotion he'd learned from Antonia when he'd asked her about it.
Now he wanted to understand this strange new feeling he had every time he saw the stubborn vampire. He needed to know why he felt this way, and if it was something unique to her, or if it was something he could feel for others as well.
The puppet entered the library and began to search the shelves for a book that would make things clearer for him. As he searched for the right book to shed light on this new emotion, he noticed the familiar vampire lying on the couch, reading a book without a care in the world. Normally at this time Emilie would be looking after Antonia, making sure she was okay and had everything she needed, but Polendina had clearly taken over that role for the day to give the vampire a break.
The woman was reading a book that P had never seen before, a glass of what was so clearly blood sat on the end table that Emilie had moved closer to it so she wouldn't have to twist too much to reach it. There was a lantern next to the glass, providing a dim light for the vampire as she casually read her book. Her usual outfit had been swapped for a loose-fitting black lace-up top and black pants, her hair in a braid to keep it more under control as she took the time to relax.
"Staring isn't very polite, puppet boy." Emilie commented, lowering her book to make eye contact with the puppet who had been staring at her for an inordinate amount of time. The moment her glowing amber eyes met his, his eyes widened slightly in surprise and his heart began to beat faster in response to the sudden eye contact as he stared at her before struggling to speak.
"I... I apologize, Lady Emilie." he said, as soft spoken as ever, as the vampire placed her bookmark in the book before setting it aside to pick up her glass and sit up, sipping from it.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked, keeping her eyes on him, following his every move out of habit. Even though she trusted that he wouldn't do anything to harm her, she was still overly cautious after more than a century of being tormented and hunted by monster hunters and vampire slayers. The puppet fidgeted a bit where he was standing before he walked over to the couch and sat down, keeping a distance between them so he wouldn't accidentally crowd her like he sometimes did unintentionally.
"I seem to have... found a new emotion," he admitted as the vampire raised a brow with an affectionate smile and hummed. "I don't know what it means, though. And I was hoping the library would have the answers." he added as she nodded and sipped her drink again.
"Well, maybe I can be of some help." she offered, setting down her glass and resting her hands in her lap as she watched his face to gauge his reaction. He looked at her for a moment before nodding and moving closer to her.
"When I'm around you, my... heart pounds and I get nervous," he explained while the vampire sat up straight, completely intrigued by what he was about to say. "It becomes hard to concentrate on other things and I want to spend every moment with you. It's... extremely confusing." he finished before she chuckled and crossed her arms.
"Sounds like you're in love." she commented, causing his eyebrows to furrow.
"Love...?" he asked quietly and she nodded.
"Love." she confirmed. "It's a hard feeling to really explain, especially since I personally have never felt it." she shrugged as Pinocchio tilted his head.
"You've never felt love?"
"Not like you," she admitted, crossing her arms and picking up her glass again. "It's awfully sweet that you think so highly of me." she added with a smile, sipping her drink again as he stared at her for a long moment before moving closer and speaking again.
"Why have you never been in love?" he asked, causing her to choke slightly as she stared at him in surprise at the question. She shouldn't be so surprised anymore, because ever since he started talking, he asked as many questions as he could. It was both endearing and annoying.
The vampire cleared her throat as she put down her glass, trying to think of the right answer that wouldn't stress him out. She had never been the right person to ask such interesting and often delicate questions, being the extremely brash and reckless woman that she was.
"Because... I find it hard to be vulnerable with others," she began while he tilted his head. "One big factor of love that I have learned through my many years of living is that love requires vulnerability and trust... which is difficult for me because I haven't had many that I trust that much."
"But what about Lady Antonia?" he asked, drawing a laugh from the vampire.
"Antonia is like my sister. The love she and I share is the kind that family members have," she explained. "But take Polendina, for example. He loves Antonia very much, if there's anyone you should talk to about love, it's him."
"Do you... trust me?" Pinocchio asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid to ask. The vampire blinked a few times in surprise at the question she hadn't seen coming.
"Of course I do." she assured him before she sighed. "Love is a lot more complicated than just trust, Pino." she said as he sulked and huffed.
"Love sounds difficult..." he muttered, earning another laugh from the woman.
"Sounds like you're finally getting the hang of it." she teased playfully, patting his arm. "I wish I could offer more help, P... but I'm not very good at this sort of thing." she said with a shrug as he looked up at her again, studying her closely before closing the distance between them and pressing his lips to hers, surprising her when her eyes widened and she stared at him in shock for a moment. She slowly raised a hand to his face and returned the kiss, closing her eyes as she melted into him.
It had been so long since she'd been kissed that she'd almost forgotten how good it felt to be kissed. Especially when the kiss was as soft and gentle as this one, one that made her feel truly cared for. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck as he moved closer, resting his Legion hand gently on her waist, their lips beginning to move in sync as the kiss began to heat up.
"Lady Emilie." Polendina announced as the couple hurriedly pulled away, both of them looking toward the door to see an exasperated butler standing in the doorway. Emilie smiled nervously at the puppet and moved away from P before standing up and grabbing her glass. "Lady Antonia has requested your presence...but if you are too busy, I can tell her you will visit later." he said sarcastically as the vampire shot the butler an irritated glare.
"Don't start with me." she growled, looking at Pinocchio and noticing how embarrassed he looked at having been caught. She couldn't help but smile at the way he looked, as if he were guilty for just indulging his feelings for her. She leaned over the back of the couch and planted a small kiss on his cheek, surprising the puppet when he looked at her with wide eyes. "I'll see you later, Pino." she said softly before standing up straight and walking towards the exit, leaving the library with the butler as P placed a hand over where she'd kissed him and stared at the exit with an almost dreamy expression.
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kscribbs · 6 months
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For the fanfic asks: 😅, 😈, 🤡, 🍦, 💖 and 🤲🏼 (plz 🥹)
TYSM for the Qs, Dani! 🥰
What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?
Soooo many, omg. I've been writing since I was around twelve/thirteen? And some of those early works -- oof. 😅 Up until a few years ago my first ever fic was still available to read on ff.net. It was... charmingly bad.
The original draft of ML has its moments too, I'll admit. Things that I am SO glad I changed/re-structured.
Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?
Mayyybbeeee. >:) I knew what I was doing when I went straight from the scrying cliffhanger into a twelve year time-skip. I was a little worried about it being TOO jarring, in all honesty. Twelve years is a long time, after all. But hopefully that isn't the case!
There are a few scenes coming up in ML that I think may fall into this category, also.
What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?
(Excerpt from the lil' Christmassy one shot I mentioned a while back. Set several months prior to the events of ML):
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What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?
The Forgiven is pretty sweet! But ofc, the themes are somewhat... intense. Same goes for ML. I think the latter takes the cake in terms of sweetness, however. Given the romantic tones, later on. Not to mention all the familial fluff! Something something Winter/Jack/Blaise hug on the steps of Frost Manor... (There is an overabundance of hugs, which makes me, personally, very happy!)
What made you start writing?
Honestly? A desire to escape reality. I know that sounds a bit gloomy, but it's the truth. Whenever life got just a little too stressful/intense my natural inclination was to withdraw to the written word/the multiple fantasy worlds existing inside my head. I found it therapeutic! And continue to do so.
Would you please share a snippet of a wip?
For the longest time I couldn't decide which snip to include. Two stood out to me, and in the end I just said "fuck it, I'll post both", lmao. I dunno when I'm going to be able to get the next chapter of ML up (soon, hopefully, but life happens!) and I've been looking for an opportunity to share some write-y stuff. I think it's safe to say that I've plumbed the depths of that opportunity here -- apologies! 😂
(Lengthy -- and ever-so-slightly spoiler-y -- excerpts from ML under the cut!)
‘Is that really necessary, lady?’
‘Every detail counts, Council Member Cupid. Even that which might seem negligible on the face of it can lead to deeper truths. In any case, when you opened the door, Dr. Miller, there was no one there?’
‘No. No one.’
‘You didn’t even see a silhouette? A retreating shadow?’
‘…I’m sorry, no.’
‘No matter. How heavy would you say the footsteps were?’
Lucy frowned. She’d never thought of that before. 
‘Fairly heavy,’ she answered, after several seconds. ‘Heavier than Jack’s, now that I think about it.’
‘Oh, well, thank you,’ Jack said, sounding rather flattered. ‘My secret is jazz-ice-size. Like jazzercise, but on skates. Very trimming.’
Ms Delaney noted this down. (The footsteps thing, not the “jazz-ice-size”). ‘You then stepped out into the corridor, and saw… what, exactly?’
Lucy described the detonator, the explosion, the retreat into what she now knew to be her mindscape. Coming to and finding the tunnel all-but collapsed.
‘Hm. And you were trapped there… how long, would you say? Before your brother — Charlie, is it? Yes, Charlie — came to your aid?’
Lucy’s knee was bouncing anxiously now, her palms clammy inside her gloves. She could feel her heart-rate beginning to climb, as she was plunged back into the darkness and claustrophobia of that night. Into the feeling of complete hopelessness, and the stomach-turning reality that she might die like that — frightened and in pain, struggling for breath. Somehow the memory still had the capacity to wound her, even after all these years, its remnants buried in the folds of her mind like broken glass beneath a shallow layer of earth.
‘F— ahem. Four hours, I think.’
Beside her, Scott released a slow breath. Lucy didn’t dare look at him, or any of the other Council Members. She disliked the sympathy and guilt mentions of the attack tended to garner. People suffered far worse, after all.
‘Give-give or take,’ she added, when the silence stretched on. ‘It’s all a bit of a blur now. Charlie just had this… sense, that something was wrong. And when he tried to call and I didn’t answer, he came looking. Took me to the hospital. I was fine.’
The image of her brother’s panic-stricken face swam, unbidden, to the forefront of her mind. Having managed to dislodge the worst of the wreckage he’d eventually shimmied his way through a narrow ingress to the place where Lucy’d lain — half-conscious and terrified.
‘Shh, it’s all right,’ he’d murmured, pulling her to his chest, one hand questing through her hair for the source of the blood she hadn’t felt trickling down the side of her face. ‘I’ve got you. You’re safe now, Squirt. I won’t let anything happen to you…’ 
Only then had Lucy allowed herself a moment of frailty, collapsing against him in a fit of muffled sobs. Which had turned to panicked gasps, which had turned to—
She cleared her throat, banishing the memory hastily. 
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jack’s long fingers twitch in her direction, and for the briefest of moments she thought he intended to take her hand beneath the table. …But no. He curled them into a tight fist at his side.
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The room was dim, the muted glow of early morning falling across the walls like a running watercolour.
‘Look sharp, Frost,' Melusine whispered, dropping a copy of the New York Times onto his lap. ‘The two of you made the front page.’
After some difficulty Jack succeeded in freeing his arm (which was now decidedly numb) from where it had been wedged between Lucy and the sofa cushions, taking enormous care not to jostle her too much. Her hair — still a little curly from the humidity of the tunnel — slipped over her face, the light from Widener's Orb threading through it like pale fingers.
Doing his utmost to appear unmoved as she nestled further into his chest, and not at all like he was turning to slush on the inside, he picked up the newspaper, straightening it with a flourish. Sure enough, there, on the cover, was what looked like a bystander’s photograph of the spectacle in Times Square.
Jack grimaced, his gaze moving from the fifteen-foot wall of ice, to the ten-or-more car pile-up, to the startled faces of his and Lucy’s likenesses, and back again. 
He swore under his breath. 
‘It’s not the only one, I’m afraid,’ said Melusine, leaning forward to turn the page. ‘There’s a special feature. Look.’
He was greeted by two images: One of the mangled subway car, twisted and smouldering where it lay lengthways across the tracks, and a close-up of he and Lucy running hand-in-hand through the urgent press of commuters/NYPD officers, Lucy shooting a jet of scarlet light (an immobilising jinx, it looked like) over her shoulder. 
“Senseless Social Media Stunt or Signs of the Supernatural? You Decide,” the headline read, in large, spidery typography. 
“Do sorcerers live among us? How about superheroes? Or, indeed, supervillains? The answer might surprise you!
"Yesterday afternoon Manhattanites bore witness to a rather unusual -- and highly destructive -- chain of events, involving a nameless man (40s?) and woman (30s?), as well as a mysterious cloaked individual, who were captured from multiple angles using what appear to be magical wands/staffs (yes, really!) to wreak havoc in Bryant Park Station on W 42nd. As well as summoning ice and snow from thin air in the middle of Times Square! Elsa who?"
‘Shit,’ Jack said softly, rubbing his chin. ‘That’s… definitely not ideal.’
‘Mm.’
‘...They might’ve at least captured my good side.'
‘Is that really the thing to be focusing on right now, Jack? You don't think there might be more pressing issues at hand?'
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kazumist · 1 month
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LOVE, MAYBE .ᐟ ( a childe x fem!reader smau )
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synopsis: being an academic achiever (and a hopeless romantic in secret) isn't an easy task. you were always taught to be independent when you grew up—cue in, ajax childe tartaglia who's main love language turns out to be acts of service. the catch? you have a one-sided rivalry with him.
started on: 3/17/24 | ended on: tba.
genres: ms. independent meets mr. acts of service type of thing if u get what i mean, senior high school au, crack, fluff, angst, profanities + kys jokes, other ships are mostly implied, socmeds with narrations !!
note: this is set in the same universe as you + me = love! however, this can be read as a standalone. (🖋️) means the episode has narrations.
taglist: open! reply under this post to be added
playlist: angsty at first oops
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PRESENTING: backyardigans (exhausted ver) / power rangers
✦ EPISODE 1: stop bothering me
✦ EPISODE 2: nice pjs, pres
✦ EPISODE 3: thank you, for holding on
✦ EPISODE 4: pres! care for some company?
✦ EPISODE 5: a concerned citizen
✦ EPISODE 6: let me
✦ EPISODE 7: why even bother asking
✦ EPISODE 8: he's exactly that
✦ EPISODE 9: family crisis strikes again
✦ EPISODE 10: i'll always be here
✦ EPISODE 11: i want what they have
✦ EPISODE 12: happy pill
✦ EPISODE 13: it's not really for me
✦ EPISODE 14: ah shit
✦ EPISODE 15: ajax fight back
✦ EPISODE 16: unwanted witness
✦ EPISODE 17: i'll join you
✦ EPISODE 18: competitive
✦ EPISODE 19: autopilot
✦ EPISODE 20: you'll be safe here
✦ EPISODE 21: let it all out
✦ EPISODE 22: unhealthy for my heart
✦ EPISODE 23: go away, ajax
✦ EPISODE 24: you do deserve it
✦ EPISODE 25: please love me at my worst
✦ EPISODE 26: he's so annoying (lovingly)
✦ EPISODE 27: let's have a deal
✦ EPISODE 28: tired hands
✦ EPISODE 29: it's still the same
✦ EPISODE 30: official rights
✦ EPISODE 31: are you ready?
✦ EPISODE 32: my only one
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gentil-minou · 2 years
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"#bushy try not to bring up puppeteer 2 all the time challenge" no I don't think you should. I think everyone needs to talk about this episode more because it's such a great episode but people always overlook it
YOU HEARD IT HEAR FOLKS I HAVE BEEN ENABLED
I've talked AT LENGTH about why Puppeteer 2 is the best episode for adrinette development since Origins, but there was one scene I didn't mention.
That's right folks
IT'S TIME TO DISSECT THAT SCENE
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Here's the most important thing: THIS SCENE BROKE THE TENSION BETWEEN THEM
Marinette was struggling to be honest with her feelings because she was nervous around him, while Adrien was afraid of her disliking him.
This scene made them become actual friends. Yes, they were friends before this. But in this one they became closer than ever before, more than just classmates.
Read more because I am going to include screenshots and rant about this episode till the end of time hehehe
Okay, for starters, remember what the mindset of our two leads is right now. You have Marinette who has been thinking about her relationship with Adrien and her inability to confess and talk about her feelings.
Meanwhile, Adrien is desperate to be her friend. The idea that they aren't, that she doesn't even like him is devastating to him. Remember, friends are so important to Adrien (I would even argue his friendships are even more important to him than his romantic relationships). More than that, Marinette was his first friend. (At least the first one he called a friend).
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LOOK AT THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HIS EXPRESSIONS THERE.
H E A R T B R O K E N
To have thought Marinette didn't see him the same way, would have hurt him so deeply. So he does what he thinks he has to show her that yes, he is a friend. And Adrien totally knows how friends work Agreste decides that ahhh yes I'm going to play a prank on my very good friend. Afterall, it's how Plagg makes me feel better, so this will work to help me make Marinette feel better. (using English dub here cause I can't speak French but if folks wanna let me know what the differences in dialogue are here please do)
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(adrien my sweet summer child you)
Then we have Marinette, who is sooooooo deep in her spiral of being unable to communicate and Adrien her feelings, she's reached a point where she isn't even sure if she can anymore. That's why she did it, she wanted to role-play to prove to herself she can (and if anyone is here to blame it's Tikki for encouraging her, #evil tikki)
She's already siked herself out to the point where when she does see Statue Adrien, her head is in that impulsive I need to prove I can do anything state.
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She also really does love Adrien, and being in such high emotions all day of course she's going to be a little lovesick when she sees statue him
And this is all extremely in character for her.
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Marinette is hopeless and impulsive to a fault, missing social cues at times but more importantly she thought she was safe here. She was under the impression Adrien was a statue and what perfect timing because she needed to practice!!!! So she takes advantage of the opportunity and does her most Marinette scene of all time. She romances a statue. And remember SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS SAFE HERE.
Salters like to blame this all on Marinette but the reality here is Adrien was just as much at fault as she was.
And so comes the most Marinette of scenes in the entirety of the show. This right here, is her character. Impulsive, silly, dramatic, but with love and a heart several sizes too big.
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And she is acting like a 14 year old girl with a crush. Please give her some slack and let her live her life my dudes.
(also you are lying if you say you wouldn't have done exactly the same thing she did and try to kiss the statue I know some of you also kissed posters or pictures or made out with a pillow don't even try to lie)
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(side note the animation in this episode is some of the best of the season like holy heck the eye details this scene is worth it for the animation alone)
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Like it baffles me that people can call themselves Marinette stans and hate this scene, because it's so her!!!
Not to mention even Adrien felt bad about the prank, rightfully so. But he didn't get upset with her because he understood she wasn't doing something to hurt him. No instead he wants to comfort and reassure her because remember, Adrien genuinely cares for Marinette and wants to be her friend. He moves past her embarrassing antics because he is an empathetic soul who gets it and wants to help Marinette as well. He also recognizes he was also at fault here and rightfully apologizes too.
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Then, they actually sit down to talk about it and communicate (although Marinette doesn't explain her true feelings because she is embarrassed, and who can blame her)
And at the end of the day, this is a show meant to be lighthearted and humorous and fun. This was a fun scene that really encapsulates the lighthearted nature of the show. It also shows off these characters in fun ways. Adrien gets to show off his jokester side, which he doesn't often get to do as Adrien. Meanwhile, he gets to see Marinette be a dramatic disaster and more than that they get to break the ice and become real friends.
But also, this scene is a wonderful opportunity for you, the viewer to overcome your own fears.
There's a type of therapy called Exposure therapy where we support someone with extreme anxiety by showing them through a hierarchal ladder that they can manage and deal with their anxiety, that it is possible to sit with anxiety and face it as opposed to just avoiding it.
In fact, avoidance makes everything so much worse.
The thing I hear most from people who hate the statue scene is that they don't watch it. The thing I hear that baffles me is they have never watched it because they are scared of the scene. Some people are so certain they will hate it, they skip the episode entirely or never watch the scene.
And by doing that, you are pretty much just affirming your fears. You are telling yourself that you are going to be uncomfortable and thus you don't even try.
You are basically being Marinette, too afraid to try.
Except Marinette is at least trying to face her fears, and this episode, she even does a little bit. She doesn't confess the full extent of her feelings, but she does share some of her thoughts and is able to overcome her anxiety to the point where subsequent episodes she can talk to Adrien and even confess.
Marinette, a 14-year-old fictional character, can face her fears. Why can't you?
I implore you if you haven't watched the episode, convinced that you can't handle the cringe, try. Just get through it. Think of it as a moment of exposure. Think of it as the first step to face a fear or anxiety you've always had.
Then, once you've watched it once, that's great! You did it! You watched it! I am so, so proud of you! Facing a fear is extremely terrifying, but that first step is crucial! Watch it once, and then do it again and again until it's no longer cringe. If it's hard to watch again, maybe ask yourself why? Why is this 30 second scene so tough to handle? Does it remind you of something in your personal life? Or are you afraid that it will remind you of something?
I cringed too when I first watched it, but I never skipped it. And now, it's one of my favorite scenes because it is so quintessentially Marinette that it has to be. To love a character is to love all of them, even their worst. But more importantly, learning how to love someone's faults is the first step to loving them truly, and the first step to help someone love themselves.
Remember, Adrien, the person who was in the damn scene, still cares about Marinette. If you like the characters, maybe it's time to take a page from their book and try it out yourself. Try a bit of exposure therapy, and see how it might feel.
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vintage-marina · 2 years
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Snow storm
Laurie Laurence x f!reader
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i've only watched the 2019 version movie of this and i didn't read the book, so i'm sorry for when there are wrong things in here.
summary: Laurie is looking for shelter at your house after he left the March house.
wordcount: 1339
warnings: none i think
fluff
@dreamslittlebitch
Safely in your home you were tucked underneath a knitten blanket with a cup of tea in your hand. The wind wiffeled and the trees were creaking. With the stars dancing in the universe.
Last friday was the day that it was oficially winter or so you had declared after the first snowflake fell on the grass. The child in you was enjoyed and during the day you walked with a friend in the woods.
But now it was cold, very cold, you almost sweared you could feel it in your bones. It would be madness if someone isn't inside their safe warm house. You sipped from your cup and watched the flame in your chimney.
You heard a knock on your window then followed by a knock on your door. Who on earth would knock so late on someone's house, do they want to scare a lady or something? You set your tea down and shrugged of your blanket and walked towards the door.
"Who are y-'' You said in a stern voice when you unlocked the small glasswork.
A sheepish Laurie stood in your line of view and you let out a gasp. Maybe from worry or from relieve, you didn't knew.
"Oh my. Laurie, what-what are you doing here? Come inside!"
Quickly you closed the window and unlocked the door, you took his gloved hand in yours and pulled him inside. A wash of cold air danced into your home and you grimaced.
"Hi,'' he grinned.
''Hi,'' you eyed him from head to toe. His nose and his cheeks were red and in his black hair you saw little snowflakes scattering around, your thumb went to his eyebrow to brush out the snow that fell on his face.
''You must be so cold,'' you said softly to him cupping his cheeks.
''Indeed I am, I must say I am very cold.''
He wasn't.
He was chilly, but wouldn't never admit it to you in fear that he couldn't bask in your attentiveness.
You pulled your hands away and stepped back. ''Make yourself home my boy. I will be setting up some new tea.'' With that you walked towards the kitchen and set up the kettle on the stove.
He touched his cheek and shrugged of his outside gear. He sat on your couch and fideled with the green cushions on it.
You came back with two new cups and you sat next to him. If your parents were home they would have scolded you for sitting so close to a boy who isn't your fiance (sadly). You gave him his cup and you looked at him.
Hair was wet with molten snow and his cheeks were still a bit red. Where were your manners? You didn't even gave him a towel! Instead you were oogling him like a-like a hopeless romantic teenager!
You rose from the couch and raced towards the bathroom to give him a towel. Laurie raised a brow at your sudden activity.
'''What are you doing?'' He called out after you, but he didn't got an answer. Only an out of breath version of you who stood a minute later by his side tossing a towel towards him.
''Thank you.''
Two hours later and your head was on his shoulder, the both of you were reading a poem that you find in the livingroom.
''What in God's name were you doing outside actually?'' You wondered out loud.
''I was by the March's, didn't knew it was going to storm.''
You hummed, satisfied with the answer and went back to reading.
During the evening, Laurie glanced at you multiple times. His eyes soft and full of love, oh how he wished he could be more than friends.
But that just what you were, friends.
Written in the stars, set in stone. It was never meant to be and if he had to be honest with himself he wouldn't dare to disrupt the friendship you two had. But it was fine, better something than nothing.
Then why ached his heart when you laid your head on his shoulder and he couldn't give a peck to your forehead?
It was fine, seriously it was fine.
Of course you noticed the lingering glances that Laurie gave, but you were far to embarassed to make a move (in case he would reject you). He was so pretty and you were- you didn't think you were ugly, but you couldn't possibly imagine that he liked you back.
The evening flew by and you glanced up by the sound of the clock, it was ready midnight! Laurie looked up to and gave a look that said: oops!
Still snowing and the wind howling, it would be unsafe to let Laurie go.
You scraped your throat and looked towards the table, your head still laying on his shoulder.
"I don't think it's safe if you went back to your home, Laurie."
He hummend in agreement, it was indeed better if he stayed here, wait what? What did you just say?
He looked up from his book and glanced at you with widend eyes.
"Are you sure?"
You smiled at him, "of course I'm sure Laurie. I don't want you to die or something!" You swatted his forearm lightly.
He laughed, "I'm flattered."
"Let me just set up your room, I will be right back!"
You went upstairs, picked up a flaming candle from the hallway and opened the door of the guestroom, a cold gust of wind went up in your face and you stepped inside the room. The chilliness of the room got you goosebumps on your arms and you folded them against your chest. You would be a terrible host if you let Laurie sleep in this room.
What if, what if he? No don't think like that, that's scandalous!
A quiet laugh escaped your mouth and you felt heat creeping up your neck. You took a moment to calm your laughter and went downstairs again.
¨Laurie!´´ You stormed of the stairs.
´´Yes?´´
´´Uh, the guest room is ice, ice cold I can't let you sleep in there and my parents will murder me if I let anyone in their room.´´ You didn't look him in the eye. Realisation hits him. ´´So we have to share my room, it's the only option, think of a sleepover.´´ He puts his book away.
You noticed the red on his cheeks.
''Are you sure?''
''Yes.''
''Really, really sure?''
''Yes!''
''Really?''
''Ye-es! Now if you say it one more time, I'm kicking you out!''
That shutted Laurie up, ''I'm going to refresh my room and change into my sleepwear, you can change afterwards.''
Half an hour past by and Laurie had changed in his sleepingwear (it was an old outfit from him self that you simply kept incase of emergencies). He called out your name and you stepped into your bedroom.
He was really pretty.
''You're pretty,'' you noted. His eyes twinkeled more then normal and he had a small smile on his face.
You walked over to your bed, and ducked underneath the covers. Half lidded you looked at him. Quickly he followed too. Laurie was laying on the outerst part of the bed and his body went stiff like a plank. He didn't knew what to do, here he was laying with the prettiest girl in the world. You really were to him the prettiest girl he ever saw.
The two of you stared at eachother, the candlelight on your nightstand was flickering slightly that gave a warm glow to the whole room. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it never was with Laurie. Just a silence heavied with unsaid words, unsure what to do.
You saw his eyes fall and relaxing his body. You turned around for a few seconds and blew out the candle. The room dimmed with the warmth and the light from the fireplace in your room. You shut down your eyes and laid in a comfortable position.
It was Laurie who broke the silence, ''you're really pretty too Y/N. Most beautiful girl I've ever seen.''
You were thankful that it was now darker otherwise he might saw how nervous you had become, you mumbeled a quiet thanks.
''Goodnight, Laurie.''
''Goodnight, Y/N.''
You didn't knew what will happen tommorrow, but you hoped something positive (a proposal! No angry parents!).
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totiredtowrite · 3 years
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oh you lookin for headcanons? hmmm how aboooout ushiwaka, aone, bokuto, and atsumu with a boyfriend who always seems to get hurt? like maybe baby boy’s clumsy, or maybe he always uses himself as a human shield for other people, or he’s a little aggressive during club activities, or maybe he’s a dumbass with rbf who gets into fights with other people because they always think he’s tryna start shit
- airhead
[hey bestie it’s been so long I’ve been dying cause one of my little brothers got reconstructive surgery on his leg and I have to take care of him :’) also I’m glad you took time for yourself and had a break. don’t push yourself too hard]
Uncoordinated - Headcanons
Warnings - Cursing, mentions of injury
Note: Good moorningggg
Male Reader
Ushijima Wakatoshi
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Ushijima's a careful guy alright
He's probably only tripped like twice in his lifetime 😀
So ofc when you guys started dating, he was a lil bit shocked at how easily you got hurt
like all the time?
He can't even tell if it's just a thing or if you're clumsy
He'll try his best to bandage you if you need it, but my guy is not graceful
Like at all
His hands are huge and only ever seem to do the right thing in volleyball, you can't expect him to be able to delicately place a band aid on your knee or smth
Most of the time tendou does it 😭
Now before you started dating he was all "why would I want someone who trips over everything"
He wasn't sure why it was a cute trope?
And tbh he's still not sure, but bc he thinks you're cute he thinks it's cute
Yk?
He'll see that trope in a show or something and go "hey my boyfriend does that"
Highkey brags about you when you're not around
Jus thought I'd tell you 🤪
Anyways yeah that's it for big guy
Loves his clumsy boyfriend
Even if you somehow find a way to trip over nothing
Aone Takanobu
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Side note the gif is so fuckin cute >:((((
Also I may or may not simp for aone to another degree so ehe
So you wouldn't think it, but Aone is kind of a hopeless romantic
In the sense that he sees couples in media or in his school and thinks "wow I want that"
And may or may not read romance novels
ANYWAYS
He never thought he'd be in a relationship with a dude but surprise?
He'd just never put any thought into it
Look at where he is now.
So basically you're the aggressive one (🤪) in the relationship
Face it aone's a pushover
Like a huge pushover
I would say you bullied him into the relationship but really he kept kinda gravitating towards you
And he love you 🥰🥰
So basically he's like "damn why you always hurt 🤨"
And he comes to find out that it's because you fight
Like a lot
Anything that moves isn't safe 😟
Half the time you didn't even start the fights smh
Ofc he'll try his best to break up the fights
He's a big scary looking guy
So sometimes he'll so that thing where he stands behind you to scare people off and then you turn around all proud and he's like "yes babe you did great" and pats your head
That is all I want :(
But on another note
The team may tease him about how enthusiastic he is about some guy
He'll smile at you :0
Angry and calm trope is best trope 😩
Bokuto Koutarou
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He loves you he really does
He's always "my boyfriend this" and "my boyfriend that"
All
The
Time
The team is tired of it but at least they can make you deal with him
But he's always kind of confused
You're so aggressive???
Like club activities r fun and all, but you somehow always seem to scrape your knee or get a bruise or dislocate your shoulder
Mostly just bruises but still
He's worried about you :(
He can be really airheaded at times but he's actually a really emotionally smart guy
He's captain for a reason
Ofc he'd be worried when his boyfriend keeps getting hurt in practice
Hell be all "Heyy soo maybe tone it down a biiit cause I don't want you to get huuurt and"
My heart
Just pat him on the head and tell him you'll be good
He tries to make you stay away from the things where you'd get hurt the most but it won't work well lol
CEO of kissing injuries better
😩😩😩🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
Atsumu Miya
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Atsumu can be such a dick
We know he got them bad qualities 🙄
So yeah it was sorta surprising when he managed to snag the nicest most selfless guy in the school 🤨
Because seriously you're like the best
You'll always be helping students outtt or walking them hoome or breaking up fiiights or starting fights with douchbags
Yeah
So here you are, being this glowy genuinely nice guy, (probably walking kittens home or saving babies from house fires), and then atsumu
Atsumu, this asshole
He's not that bad but he's still kind of insufferable
Lil weird how y'all r dating
But back on topic
You, being the dude you are, usually step in to help people out as much as you can
And over half the time you get some kind of injury
You always throw yourself in the middle of fights or pull risky bs to help others
He loves it sm
Mostly because he gets to patch you up
He thinks that's romantic
Like if he's cleaning a cut you got or banging up a bruise
Whenever he sees you get hurt he goes 🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😘😘😘😘😘
Little weird but whatever
Also peppers kisses to your face all the time
Definitelt brags to Osamu
"Look at my boyfriend he's so nice and selfless I bet you wish you had him HA you don't"
He's a tool but ig he's alright 🙄
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So many headcanons that nanami hard dom, degradation, bdsm kinks etc. When the manga shows that nanami is 100% gentleman. Like he lets nobara & nitta sits on a chair while he kneels down, he doesnt let yuji go w him when he fights mahito bec he dosnt want him to be in danger, he gently wipes the tear of a transfigured human. He may have intimidating exterior but he is a big softy inside and they all think that he is rough n bed. Nanami will never hurt you in bed even if ask for it and hes the type will say 'I'll make love to yu' not 'I'll fuck you'.. Nothing wrong w hcs that hes rough ofc but just want to see more soft nanami.
YES anon, I feel the exact same way!!!!
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Nanami has a cold, blunt exterior which could easily be interpreted as that of a hard dom who wants total control of his partner, but that's just what people see on the surface.
Nanami is gentle. He is kind. He is passionate about food and making sure that kids get to be kids. He loves to read. He wants to get married one day. He may seem cold and distant, but his true feelings shine through when needed, like when he tried to quietly comfort a transfigured human in pain. He tries to hide this part of himself because he's at work and he needs to be focused and prepared for the worst outcome.
Nanami is, deep down, a hopeless romantic. His ideal date would be cooking a meal for his partner, relaxing on the couch with a good book and a glass of wine, his arm around you and your hands intertwined as you read your respective books. He wouldn't mind watching a movie either, a blanket thrown over your laps at you lean against him, his head resting atop of yours. He's a sap, a total goober when it comes to love, and he knows that with his line of work, settling down with someone he really loves isn't the best idea. That's why he isn't married yet: he's waiting until his reality is safe and secure so he can fully be with the one he loves and dedicate himself to them completely.
These mushy-gushy feelings are bound to leak into the bedroom. You are the love of his life, his darling, his reason for living: he's going to treat you like the most valuable treasure on the planet because, to him, you are. If you want, need him to be rough, he will do whatever he can to satisfy you, but it will never please him the way that traditional love-making does.
He showers you with affection, worshiping you to the point where it makes you sick, kissing every inch of skin as if thanking you for letting him have you in this way. He's gentle, he goes slow, he makes sure you're enjoying this as much if not more than him. He doesn't want to be rough with you: he's rough with curses at least 40 hours each week, so the rest of the time he wants to be gentle and kind. He wants to hear you moan and sigh with each thrust, your body trembling beneath his once you finally cum, showing him parts of yourself that others could only dream of getting a glimpse of. His heart aches with an ancient feeling, something that can only be described with long-lost poetry buried deep within the sands of time.
He loves you. He loves you in a way that feels earth-shattering, as if this union could destroy everything you've ever known before. Shockingly, he doesn't care. The world as he knows it can burn for all he cares. All he needs is you, you with all your kindness and sincerity and pure love that makes him wish he had could run away from this life and hide away with you, relaxing on some far away beach, the sun unable to hold a candle to your radiance.
He really loves you.
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sultryvodka · 3 years
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𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚! 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 | 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 1
𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 - 𝙢𝙖𝙮 4𝙩𝙝
warnings: mild swearing, mildly suggestive (if you squint lol)
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| armin - colt - eren - jean - porco |
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armin arlert
• i think most, if not all of us, agree that armin looks like the type to get all flustered with PDA & shy away from his emotions --- HOWEVER.
• rather than being all over you, he finds himself most comfortable with holding your hand or having an arm wrapped around your shoulders.
• he wouldn't mind you being clingy though 👀
• would occasionally place a gentle peck on your forehead, cheeks & his personal favorite; the palm of your hands.
• you guys' dates would mostly end up being in a library, café & restaurants with a nice warm atmosphere.
• i bet he would be the kind of guy to take you to the beach whenever you're stressed out in hopes of calming you down.
• gets very defensive when his friends tease you, if a man could bark his friends away, it's armin arlert.
• this lad over here would establish a routine with you (with your consent & opinions ofc)
• mondays to friday mornings are centered on school, you guys do your own thing at school & walk you home while making sure to stop by a convenience store for snacks, assuming that you guys don't live together yet.
• both of you make it a point to check on one another to make sure you guys aren't wearing yourselves out.
• which leads me to the conclusion that your parents grew very fond of him & treats him more like their child
• when you guys are having a sleepover, this whole lowkey facade of his takes a 180 and the second you reach the bedroom he'll shower you with cuddles and kisses.
• you would watch movies (mostly rom-com just bc armin makes it work okay) tucked in a warm futon with popcorn and candies between you two.
• armin strikes me as a very studious guy and he does this to ensure you guys' future together ^-^
• all in all armin cares about you so much and he doesn't mind being vulnerable to you. he is your safe haven, and so are you to him.
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colt grice
• okay can we talk about how this perfect man deserves some more attention
• colt, my man, gives me disney's prince florian vibes. the soft-spoken, kind-hearted, & just an absolute dream.
• he's the kind of guy to take you to the park, a greenhouse, & WORKSHOPS!!!
• given the idea that he is in fact a shy little baby, he is actually pretty active with you. every date you guys have is different. mans has a quest planned out for y'all.
• at school i think that you might be the one to initiate skinship. doesn't have to be kisses on the lips, it's more of gently trailing your index on the back of his hand or rubbing a hand on his forearm when he gets a little anxious.
• the type to peek through your classroom's door because bubba's too shy to ask someone to call for you 🤧
• colt, in my opinion, is very domestic in private, now don't get me wrong he may be a little too shy in public because he isn't used to it but i promise you he takes on the nurturing role of the relationship more than you are.
• he helps you with cleaning, folding your clothes, and god if you guys get periods, he's got a whole pouch in his locker just for you.
• he doesn't do it intentionally, he happens to know you so well that he notices the slight change in your moods & cravings.
• colt often reads a book while you guys cuddle during the afternoons once all the work is done, he'd make you tea or whatever you want. he hums a tune, probably from old disney movies that his brother falco used to enjoy as a kid.
• your parents are more invested in your marriage than you and colt combined.
• okay, now if you happen to have a baby or a toddler somewhere around the house, someone keep this man from turning into a putty.
• as much as colt acts prim and proper most of the time, he has his moments where he just wants to be an entire mess. perhaps sleeping past his usual waking time, indulging in more snacks than usual. you know, loosen up? yeah, that is a side of his that only YOU will ever be allowed to see.
• so yes you and colt would be labeled as the: put-together couple who needs a little bit of adventure every now and then.
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eren jaeger
• i hope i don't ramble too long because i love him sm
• mr. loverboy over here is a simp for you, more than you are a simp for him! he is not afraid to show you off and shower you with flattery. now he does this because he feels so lucky to have you.
• he can be a little cliché (well maybe not as much as jean --- more on that later), like he'll randomly interrupt your vacant class with a gift box he put together, & a bouquet. yes. (carla helped him pick out flowers from her shop)
• he's the type to crash his lips with yours in the middle of campus when you achieve something or when he does, vice-versa. if he plays in one of your school's teams, there just HAS to be a bet that if he wins he gets a kiss... or more... or something else.
• dates with eren are usually random than planned. like it pops in his head and he'll inform you right away. he respects your vacancy too of course but if you aren't he might pout just a little bit.
• his ideal dates are prop shop dates, going to hotspots, amusement parks, antique shops! & maybe late night drinks at a quiet bar where you can both enjoy the solace of the atmosphere.
• on special occasions, he does plan ahead. usually it's something on the simpler side. candlelit dinners at home or somewhere you guys both enjoy dining.
• if eren's had a bad day, best believe that he will run to you for comfort. only you can help keep his aggressive response to anger at bay.
• if given the chance he would take you around the world, he's that passionate in making sure you live a little
• hear me out... you and eren would probably have the most philosophical conversations, just laying on your backs beneath his room's skylight? heavenly.
• eren can get a little poetic expressing himself & i believe that it's just wonderful. no one can describe their feelings as good as eren.
• his favorite look of yours is when your eyes beam with excitement, it usually happens when you spot something that you used to enjoy as a kid or when you're concentrating on one of your hobbies.
• he's a very touchy person too, his hands are usually on your stomach/waist, his kisses are random & they linger for awhile.
• when you're asleep next to him, it's his habit to solemnly watch you while his own drowsiness starts to take over.
• eren is passionate & sometimes people might take it the wrong way. one of the reasons eren loves you is because of the way you understand how he is. mutual growth for y'all ♡.
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jean kirschtein
• jean is not afraid to pull a live performance for you, you see this man is at the top of the world when he's with you. from 80s hits to recent releases this man will blast his playlists catered for you.
• dates with jean are certainly spent on concerts, (him & eren bond over chase atlantic don't argue with me) music festivals, thrifting & late night drives!!!
• personally, i don't see jean as very gimmicky unless you guys are with his friends, he takes you very seriously and you are his top priority.
• at school i think he's definitely one of those flirtatious boyfriends. the kind who would not miss an opportunity to blow you a kiss or throw you a wink. he can be a bit of a dork, who wouldn't be? if he can get one of your rare smiles 🥺
• jean's the type to ask his pals for help when it comes to styling. not because he dresses badly but he's too focused on getting a flush on your cheeks. he's a hopeless romantic.
• if you guys happen to stay at home, he'll definitely serenade you with the amount of songs he had written recently just for you.
• since he bonds with sasha and connie, his jokes are either dad jokes or something that went viral on tiktok. he's the perfect balance of goofy and mature.
• if you aren't much of an active person he wouldn't mind being lazy with you and insist on a diy spa day at home.
• it's just netflix with a tub of ice cream and face masks on.
• since jean is quite the romantic, he would be into couple outfits or items that aren't cringey obv and probably doesn't mind using your perfume or vice-versa.
• jean probably asked you out during one of his gigs, offering you a single rose afterwards.
• he's the type to leave you random post-it notes if he visits your house. just random phrases or doodles. and boy does he pick you up every single day on his smexy motorcycle.
• he'll bring you coffee and breakfast to-go. this man's spoiling you baby.
• aside from that, i feel like jean would make you hand-made gifts with the help of his momma. he thinks it's sentimental when you make your presents because it's one of a kind.
• jean does all these things because he's 100% about you being a constant person in his life. he loves how he can be whoever he wants when he's around you, i'm certain you guys wouldn't have it any other way either.
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porco galliard
• porco can be a dick if he wants to not to you though, this tough guy turns into putty just for you. he definitely loves being treated like a baby.
• at first he might come off as cold because he isn't used to the whole romance thing and he gets flustered with the slightest pecks so you might have to initiate at first.
• but once you guys get through the awkward phase this boy would straight up greet you with a passionate kiss and does not give a damn about everybody who witnessed it. he might even have a stupid smirk on his face.
• like eren, i feel like porco would be very passionate and intense. he doesn't say much but he definitely shows you just how much he adores you.
• speaking of friends (: reiner would tease him every second of the day. i bet he would team up with bertholdt to annoy this poor boy. annie and pieck's not much help either.
•whenever you're stressed, porco would run you a bath and give you massages very often. he'll sit on the edge of the tub while he runs his hand through your hair.
•his type of dates would be watching at a cinema or a drive-in, going to the mall just to look around,he's a simple guy.
•if you guys happen to have an argument, porco would distance himself for a few minutes to a few hours just to process the situation and avoid anything his aggression might cause.
•he knew that if he wanted you guys to work he needed to be better.
•he would come back though and hold you in his arms while you guys talk it out.
•i bet he's one of the aot characters who would be an athlete, so most days you'll end up watching him practice.
•overtime, porco would be more open to being intimate in public and post stories of you two just doing things most couples do.
•he's proud that you're his and he's all yours.
•porco is a great guy and he would do anything just to make you smile.
i hope you guys liked these~! let me know who you guys want to be in the second part. requests are open and as always, stay safe! - 🌸☁️
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clairecrive · 3 years
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“Burn” - Bane x reader [Requested]
A/N: this is for this anon. Thanks again for requesting! I missed writing for Bane.
Warnings: angst
Word count: 2.5K
Taglist: @mollybegger-blog, @evelynshelby, @br0ck-eddie, @sopxhiea, @shadow-of-wonder, @fandom--0verdose, @fuseburner, @kind-wolf, @innerpaperexpertcloud (let me know if you wanna be added or removed)
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The vastity of the night sky had always helped y/n ease her worries. Surely, whatever was bothering her couldn’t be as big and impossible to solve as she was making it out to be. Because, would you look at that? The universe is so big and we’re so small, so insignificant. and that applied to her problems too. 
At least that was what she always told herself whenever she’d feel lost and hopeless. Thinking this way helped her put things into perspective. And sure, not everything was as easily solved but, even in that case, it helped a bit.
And so here they were, she and Bane were laying down staring up at the starry sky. Sometimes, they would spend it in silence, just enjoying the warmth and comfort the other’s body would bring. Others, like this one, they would easily fall into conversations about everything and nothing.
“Was there someone special in your life? Someone you wish to get back to?”
“You mean, romantically?”
He nodded.
“No. Single for life.” She did a peace sign to lighten up her embarrassment but Bane was curious and did not pay it any mind.
“You mean to tell me that you’ve never given your heart to anyone?”
“Well, if you put it that way I have to change my answer to yes. Being in a relationship with someone and giving someone your heart are two wholly different things.”
“Let me rephrase then. Have you ever been in love?”
She really thought about the answer, her mind going back to any romantic involvement she might have had during her life. Even if she scouted her memories, she found that it wasn’t a yes or no question.
“I guess,” not only was the word she chose explicative of her indecision but the tentative tone of her voice left no doubts as to where she was standing. But Bane was confused, to say the least.
“I’ve always been under the impression that love was one of those things where absolute certainty was involved when it came to its presence or absence.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. I have had mostly one-sided crushes, you know?” she started but Bane could see the faraway look in her eyes and knew that she had more to tell but was lacking the right words. So he waited.
“I said ‘I guess’ because I don’t really know what love is. I mean, everyone has a different take on it depending on their experiences but I don’t think I’ve ever felt it,” she paused turning to meet his eyes, “once there was a guy I strongly had feelings for. Even that was one-sided though and it took me a long time to recover from that because he was my best friend at the time. Looking back to it, I guess it was love or the closest thing to it that I’ve ever felt for someone. It hasn’t happened again though so I don’t have anything to compare it to.”
“Maybe it wasn’t love, just deep infatuation. Or maybe I just confused my love for him as a friend for something more. I don’t know. I guess I’ll figure it out when I fall in love with someone else. “ She concluded and refrained from correcting that when with if. she couldn’t see herself being as lucky as to have someone that cared about her and that loved her in the future. But Bane didn’t need to know that.
Turns out that those unspoken words had become a sort of oracle, ‘cause here they were now, years after they had that conversation. Just when she thought that she had found that one person to share her life with, to give her heart to, life quickly come into play letting her know that that wasn’t the case.
Because the man that had saved her from a destiny worse than death, who had given her hope and made her trust him to the point where she had felt safe enough to open up to him and allow him close to her heart, had now shattered whatever remained of it.
"So let me get this straight, first you save my life than you decide to keep me with you so you basically kidnap me, get me to fall in love with you, put me through an insanely difficult training so that I could stay with you but it was all done in vain because now you’re  sending me away?"
"I'm not sending you away but you cannot stay here anymore. I’m doing this for you."
"And why is that? What changed?" and when Bane stayed silent she added, "what happened to 'I want you always' ?"
"I did not lie to you." His words were in striking contrast to the ones he had said before but y/n had learned to read him and could tell that this time he was not lying. But then the question naturally arises, what's really going on?
Nothing out of order had happened in the last few days. Bane and she had been the same as always, even his work had proceeded as usual. So what was it? What was she not thinking about? What was she not seeing?
Letting her mind go back through the last day to fat check that nothing happened, she went through their actions. Light breakfast together followed by a not so light tête à tête then they trained together until he had to deal with something for his work and she had occupied herself otherwise. She had called him to see when she could get dinner started and he said that he had a meeting with Talia first but had come right after. They had dinner and while they consumed their healthy and perfectly balanced meal she shared with him whatever came to her mind while he ate in silence. See, nothing out of order.
Wait a minute...
He went to meet Talia.
"It's her, isn't it?" Suddenly, everything was clear. She knew what had happened, what had changed. And she sneered at the pull Talia had on him. Suddenly, she understood but at the same time, the last year lost its meaning.
"I just wish I realized earlier that you didn't care about me as much as you said you did," turning she went to her cabinet to get her stuff, "I wouldn't have put myself through so much otherwise." 
Nodding, she knew what she had to do. She had to leave. There was no reason to stay. Resolute and defeated she put everything her eyes fell on that was hers in a little bag. Clothes, lingerie, cosmetics, books. But when her eyes landed on the little box where she kept everything connected to him, her heart broke further and her anger was fueled. 
In there, there was every present Bane ever gave her. Every little thing that made her think of him in some way. The letters he wrote her whenever spoken words failed him. She knew that going through its content would equal to a chronology of their relationship. If it was possible her heart broke even more. Everything she did to stay with him, everything he did to keep her now was all vain. She gave up so much for him, for a man. Her former self would be ashamed of her and knew that her heartbreak was contributing to making her feel something akin to that. 
"Here," she said walking where he was standing, "take this. I don't want it anymore," and she threw it at his feet. The only acknowledgement on his part was a tilt of his head but it wasn't needed. He knew what it was and what she kept inside of it. He felt a pang in his heart but kept his face void of any emotion. 
"I'll want you always," she said mocking his voice, still stuffing stuff in her bag and chuckled with mirth, "what a load of bullshit." 
"Actually," stilling for a second, with a shirt cramped in her fist she faced him, "I am the biggest clown between us because I believed you." retrying her stuffing, shaking her head she added in a whisper, "I should have known better," but Bane heard. 
As soon as he decided on this course of action, he had also prepared for her reaction. He knew her well and so far she hadn't done anything that he hadn't expected. And while he had been ready, he couldn't help but feel hurt by her words. He knew how she was looking at this situation, knew that his words had led her to believe it to be so. At the same time, a little part of him wished for her to oppose to his words, to see right through them and see that he was lying. That he had been honest when he had told her those things, he had opened up to her and meant everything. But knew that she was too lost to rage and hurt to think clearly. And it was also the reason why she was acting up and had thrown the box on the floor. He knew that she deeply cared about it and what it meant to her. He almost thought of offering some kind of comfort, to give her some hint about what was really going on. But knew that it would be unfair to her. After all, he was doing for the sake of her safety.
“You know,” her voice brought him back and his eyes were immediately drawn to her, “isn’t it funny how you man always pride yourselves to be strong and all that bullshit when even someone like you, who’s the epitome of masculinity and strength, at the end is totally subjected to a woman?” 
They would always have this kind of conversation. Bane, being a leader of a huge army, had the tendency to be bossy. Even in situations when it wasn’t needed. It was just who he was and he felt the need to remind her of his alfa status an unnecessary lot of times. While she could enjoy this inclination of his when they were in bed, she definitely couldn’t stand it in their everyday life. And now, it made her feel stupid that she had to put with it and learn how to deal with it but when it came to Talia, he just did whatever she told him to. Also, this changed her consideration of him. What a clown. She had tried to warn him about his rather toxic relationship with Talia but he’d always get angry and dismiss the conversation either by leaving or shouting at her. She could remember their last fight about it like it was yesterday. It was also the first time that she had ever doubted her relationship with him. The first time that she had thought that maybe she had made a mistake by staying with him, by falling in love with him. Maybe she should have left as soon as she had rescued her. It wasn’t for the motive of their fight, neither her jealousy and worry about his relationship with Talia, but it had all to do with what he shouted her in rage that made her blood run cold and her heart shatter. For it was said that angry and drunk people were the more honest ones. And since that moment she couldn’t help but wonder if he really thought what he said to her or if it was just an impulse propelled by anger as he had explained.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have saved you.” 
And then, as if that wasn’t enough, he decided to twist the knife further.
“I told you not to fall in love with me.”
As if one could choose who they fell for, she remembers thinking.
Those words still haunted her to this day. It happened a while ago and Bane had made it up to her, mostly. But it was in situations like this that they would come back and mock her for even forgiving him and thinking that he loved her as she loved him. To think that even a small part of him thought that it was best that he had left her to suffer in the hands of a sex abuser until he would have eventually tired of her and killed made her sick. How could anyone say something like that to another human being? One they presumedly loved? She couldn’t wrap her head around it. Bane had then explained that by that he didn’t mean leaving her with her captor but simply bring her with him and keeping her with him. Despite the fact that his explanation made sense, y/n still didn’t think it made things better.
And as for his second statement, it went mostly unmentioned. 
Sure, that had been something he had told her in the beginning. It was after her training required them to spend most of their days together since he wanted to attend to it personally. Y/n knew that being in the military and with his past, it wasn’t easy for Bane to show emotions let alone let someone close enough to him to allow himself to love them. She understood that. She had a few things she was dealing with that made it difficult for her to entertain the idea of something more between them.
But that was almost a year ago. So much had happened in their life and between them that even though the words were not spoken aloud, she felt the shift in both their behaviours when it came to them. Hell, they even started dating. 
Not that any of them labelled it that way. But that was beside the point.
They slept together, they ate together every meal, they lived together. If there was a band on both their left ring fingers and it was a more conventional setting, people would assume they were married. 
While y/n didn’t like thinking about what they had in that way, she surely considered the commitment they had made to each other equivalent to a marriage. 
She hadn’t considered Talia though. 
Or at least, she had hoped that if she ever would try and come between them, Bane would stand up for her. 
Turns out that she really was foolish.
“Whatever, I guess it’s not my problem anymore.” Giving him her back again, she closed the almost full bag and went to put on some shoes and coat. 
“I don’t have any use for it, you should take it with you.”
“Neither have I. Burn it, see if I care.” 
And with that, y/n turned around and walked out of their shared apartment at last.
It hurt to say the words, it hurt that things had ended to abruptly, it hurt that even after all this time he didn’t care about her, it hurt like hell but y/n was resolute in leaving all of this behind her. Yes, it wasn’t going to be easy and maybe it would be like leaving a hot fire trail behind her but at one point the fire would burn out, wouldn’t t? 
It may take a while but she would be okay,
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Hi! I hope you're doing good! :D I was wondering if I could get a slasher matchup?
I'm a 6', plus size cis-woman with shoulder length black hair and gray-greenish eyes and a rather pale complexion. I go by she/her, I'm pansexual and a hopeless romantic. :)) For the most part I'm shy/timid in the beginning, but once you get to know me, I tend to be rather loud, cracking jokes and I have a tendency of being very protective and caring of those I love. My friends tend to describe me as the mother friend who would go above and beyond for people;; which is sometimes hard for me to grasp due to past traumas with bullying- this has lead to me being somewhat insecure and ill tempered, but I'm working on it! My hobbies include writing, reading and training. My love language is definitely physical touch and quality time, and my ideal date would either be a cozy dinner or just taking a walk together ❤ I would want my partner to be protective and loyal, and accepting of who I am :))
I hope this isn't too much 🙈 Have a lovely day dear! 💗
I hope u like this anon!
Jason Voorhees.
His mother would have adored you, first of all. Jason has never had a true friend, at least when he was alive. He finds that and more in you, especially with your caring and gentle motherly nature.
He doesn't need protection now, but he needed it when he was younger. And you being so protective of him now warms his stilled heart 🥺
how can you be so effortlessly perfect?
it sounds like you're a bit of a people pleaser, constantly trying to keep people happy because you internalize their negative feelings as your fault and something you need to fix. Even if that's not accurate, Jason appreciates you wanting to do things for him. It isn't needed though, and he doesn't let you not accept the same in return.
Shy and easily flustered at first with the physical touch, but he won't shy away from it like you'd think. He stares at you from behind his mask as you hold his hand between your smaller ones before hesitantly leaning forward and bumping his mask to your forehead- that's how he kisses you until he gets comfortable enough to think about taking off his mask.
Jason is only 5 inches taller than you, but enough of a difference where he's basically your personal giant teddy bear.
he loves seeing your true colours show overtime, going from a shy person deep in their shell to a cheerful and open person. He's timid at first too, and seeing you become so comfortable around him kinda pries him out of his....
I mean, you feel safe enough to joke around with him? Jason Voorhees? serial killer and local legend?
are you receiving him or something? because it feels like his heart just slipped a beat.
Loves to walk around camp with you! For your first date around the camp grounds, he stops to pick a flower and tuck it behind your ear.
nervously awaits your reaction, and when you smile and coo at him for being adorable, he hugs you so tight 😭
does not know his own strength so boundaries with physical affection is important for both you and him
if he isn't checking traps or maintaining the grounds, he's by your side and cuddling you.
so you spent plenty of time together!
and I gotta say
you most definitely fit perfectly in his arms :)
AND HE LOVES LOOKING INTO YOUR EYES OK THATS ALL
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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years
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The Spider's Bride Part 3
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Pairing: spider!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, forced marriage.
Words: 2422.
Summary: Whoever your stepmother sold you to, he wasn’t as honorable as she claimed.
Part 1
Part 2
P.S. I just remembered I haven't explain arachnids' family ties yet - even though Bucky says he has "sisters", they are actually his cousins, daughters of his aunt. Since the ones of his kind had always lived in a very big families, cousins were considered "sisters" and "brothers" because of their closeness to each other.
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You spent the next two weeks in your chamber again - apparently, Bucky's spells were truly very poweful as you slept the whole day after returning home from the nursery. He even had to have a check on you, but the healer assured him you'd be alright soon. Bucky had to be more careful from now on.
However, he was rather surprised you didn't cry after your awakening and said nothing to him about your visit to the town. Judging by the way you behaved, maybe you were not as shocked as Bucky expected you to be. He was so relieved.
Arabella was visiting often. She didn't enter your rooms as a precaution - she said it was too early for that - but stayed right behind the doors, either singing or talking to you. Despite being reluctant at first, as the days passed, you talked more and more about everything you wanted to know. A part of him was jealous. In the end, he could tell you of all the things you were curious about as well, but you refused to talk to him much. Arabella asked Bucky to be patient. In the end, it was him you considered her captor, not her.
The more time you spent with her, the calmer you seemed. You started eating better, sometimes even complimenting him for the food he brought you directly from the surface; the man heard less and less of your crying. Eventually, you even started to move within the house to borrow new books from the extensive library Bucky made exclusively for you. Of course, he still kept his human form whenever you were with him.
"Bucky, we discussed a few things this morning with Arabella." You said to him when you brought back empty dishes from your room and started washing them despite Bucky protesting it. "That potion I asked you to give me the first day when you brought me."
He stiffened at your words since he knew perfectly what potion you were talking about. What on Earth Arabella was thinking?
"She told me how your spells work and how humans can get addicted to that. I understand why you don't want to cast more charms on me." You rinsed the large silver dish and put it to the side to let it dry before storing them in the cardboard. "But she said that if you added a three drops of love potion to my drink in the morning, it may ease my worries."
"Dear Lord." He grunted, taking away your cup and clenching his teeth. Maybe his sister was an expert in potions she had been preparing for decades, yet he couldn't believe she offered you something like that right after telling him to not use magic.
"Please, Bucky. She said it's safe."
"Oh, and how would she know this? I don't remember her treating any human females for long."
Controling himself was rather complicated at this point, but he knew he was overreacting. Undoubtedly, his sister would do nothing to harm you in any way. He just didn't trust the methods he knew nothing about, and risking your health was out of question.
You sighed, taking the apron you stole from your betrothed off and folding it neatly. The more you stayed here, the more acceptable your life seemed to you, and sometimes you hated it with all your heart. Your bed was nice and warm; your food was always ready for you when you became hungry; your room was reserved purely for you, and no one could enter it without your permission; you had many gorgeous dresses your stepmother could never even dream about. Although the thought of Bucky in his true form still made you feel disgusted, you couldn't wish him to die anymore. More and more you thought someone like him didn't deserve it just because he was ugly. Regardless what your instincts were telling you, he treated you better than any human did, didn't he?
You had a better life down here since the times your mother left, and thinking of that hurt.
However, you did want to wipe off the memory of Bucky chasing you the day your stepmother brought you to the cave. Sometimes you saw his eight long dark legs in your nightmares. This was what you talked to Arabella today, voicing your concerns to help you do something with it. Maybe if you could erase this, your feelings towards the man you couldn't escape would change faster.
Arabella didn't agree to wiping off that picture out of your mind as the spell that she would need to cast was unpredictable at best and could take half of your memories. As you knew little about magic, she spent some time explaining to you how the charms worked and how they affected both arachnids and humans. Indulging yourself into taking too many soothing spells sounded like a bad idea now, and you understood Bucky's reluctance to cast them.
Nonetheless, she offered you a better way to ease your worries. Love potion didn't bring the ones of your kind any particular harm, though it wasn't powerful enough to keep you in love for a long time. However, a small dose of it could keep your worries away, the woman said. If you and Bucky agreed, she would ensure the potion to be made perfectly.
But he just had to be so goddamn stubborn! You learned that despite his scary appearance and the fact that he'd been through the war from its beginning to the very end Bucky was a hopeless romantic. He probably hoped the issue would be solved somehow purely by itself. As much as you would like it to be true, your mind refused believing that marrying an arachnid wasn't frightening.
"Listen, I know you care." You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand, turning to him. "But I need help. I know soothing spells aren't safe, so we need something else. Please, let's try this out. If you see I don't react as I should, we'll stop right away. What harm could 3 drops of potion bring, anyway?
He groaned at your persistance, but you weren't giving up just yet. You spend half an hour talking to him purely about the potion and the possibilities it could bring you until the arachnid gave up, surprised you stayed with him for so long by our own will. More than that, Bucky was content with your desire to get rid of your fears and even change the way you thought of him. Maybe it was for the better. Maybe trying giving you a few drops of a potion would help.
When he let you drink water mixed with potion, he was afraid to see the immediate changes, but nothing happened. You stayed in your room, reading the new book Arabella brought you. Your cheeks weren't heated; you gaze was focused on the text; your relaxed body wasn't shaking. It seemed perfectly okay.
Tomorrow morning he gave you three more drops as his older sister had prescribed, and nothing had happened after that, too. Bucky wasn't even sure it made sense to keep giving you the potion, but you said you were feeling a little better, so he believed you. However, the third day you spent solely in the library, not even locking yourself in your room as usual. Apparently, Arabella's advice had been way more useful he had anticipated at first.
The forth day you suddenly asked him to show you his true form. You wanted to give it a try, you said. If you got scared, he could cast a soothing or sleeping speel anyway. Since you were persistent, Bucky eventually gave in, but it didn't end well - you vomited on your own shoes at the sight of his horrifying spider form.
The morning of the fifth day Bucky had fought his desire to pour the whole bottle of potion into your drink and finally see you smiling at him.
The seventh day was better since his sisters visited, taking human form. They brought you gifts - ivory hair comb and hand mirror, pearls and laces. Although you tried refusing their presents because you felt ashamed you could give them nothing in return, they laughed it off: while human traditions required the family of a bride to pay the dowry, arachnids' custom was quite the opposite. You thought the reason was the lack of females in their society, but Bucky's sisters assured you it had nothing to do with it. Actually, they had adopted this tradition from the dark elves who had been their mates from the ancient times. Arabella also told you while the kingdom you belonged to was patriarchal, theirs wasn't much so. She said that despite having seven children - quite a normal thing for a female arachnid - she wasn't the one who would always take care of them as her husband was equally resposible for the brood. He fed them, bathed them, taught them, and brought them to bed just like she did. It sounded almost insane to you.
Then you returned to talk about their marriage traditions, and sisters were excited to tell you how their husbands courted them before they gave their woves. Apparently, all of them except Bucky had been already married.
"You know, the good thing is the courtship period isn't restricted by any laws." Dahlia, the youngest one, said. "While it lasts, a suitor and his family should pamper future bride. When my daughter will grow up, her betrothed will bring her gifts, too."
You tried your best to think of them as humans. Then the talk of their families was much less scary to you as you imagined them wearing beautiful laced silver dresses on the day of their weddings just like women of your kind did. Did arachnids wear dresses at all, despite when they took human form? You doubted it. Their large spider bodies could only be covered with two dozen meters of fabric, and moving with those on top would be too complicated.
You sighed when the doors to your chamber were finally closed as Bucky's sisters left. The deep sense of guilt had long settled in your chest. All of them were kind to you. No one had ever forced you to scrub floors or cook before the sun rises to have the breakfast ready when everyone gonna wake up. You had forgotten how the broom felt in your work-weary hands. Even though you did nothing at all, you were fed, clothed and given whatever you asked for.
Why did it have to be like this? If Bucky had been cruel to you, it would be so much easier to hate him and wish him to die. But now you couldn't. He didn't deserve to be detested only because of his form.
Wiping your tears away, you returned to bed and wrapped your warm blanket under yourself.
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"You shouldn't creep on her all the time, brother." Dahlia shook her head disapprovingly. "You don't give her privacy."
"She doesn't know I'm watching her while she's alone." When he protested, Arabella shot him a serious glance.
"Your obsession with her will do neither of you any good. Remember, though humans are not as conscious as us, they can still feel the emotions of others. She'll get scared."
"She's already scared!" He barked at the woman, furious, his hands clenched. "I don't change my form even when I go to sleep. I've stayed like that for the whole week! And she's still frightened. She still doesn't let me touch her. Maybe she never will. The only time I get to see her happy is when she's reading in her chamber all by herself, and you're telling me I can't do even that?"
"Do you know uncle had always been watching your mother, Bucky?" His second oldest sister intervened with her quiet and calm voice, her gentle hand brushing against his tensed shoulder.
The man stilled, his angry expression turning terrified in a matter of seconds. No, he didn't know, or rather didn't think of it much. Although his mother died shortly after giving birth to him, the dark obsession of his father with her was... dreadful. Bucky had never thought his feelings towards you could remind him of that. How could it be? Wasn't he much more gentle? Kind? Human?
"Bucky, you're a good man." He heard Arabella whispering to him softly. "You're better than him, you had always been. But if it continues like that, it will get worse. I told you, give her time. Have patience. She has suffered no less than you did, and she can't help you heal if she hadn't recover herself."
"I want nothing but love her." He said in desperation, covering his face with his huge palms.
"Then trust her. Look, she got so much better she didn't even cry when we came. I know you want her to jump into your arms, but it just doesn't happen that way."
Miria patted his head gently and nodded, agreeing to her older sister. They had slowly regained their huge and shiny spider-like forms right in front of the house Bucky lived in, strangers walking the street nearby paying them no attention as it had been a common magic ritual.
"I have to remind you my husband had spent half a year courting me." The youngest sister said, trying to cheer him up. "And he belongs to the same kind as us. Didn't stop me from believing he would be a terrible husband, though."
Bucky forced a faint smile. It was true, and he remembered how desperate the guy had been when Dahlia refused walking with him in the forests again and again. But she wasn't scared of him; she didn't hate him because he had eight nasty long legs making a terrifying sound when he walked. It was different.
He felt tears gathering in his eyes and blinked, quickly gathering himself. Bucky wasn't pathetic to the point he could goddamn cry in front of his own sisters.
"Thank you for your advice. I will do whatever I can." His voice sounded tired when Arabella dropped a kiss on his cheek and motioned others to follow her to the street.
Soon he was standing outside all by himself, watching the lamppost's flickering light. The nights were growing colder, and he shivered, turning his back to the black gates and marching straight home. He didn't know by the time he entered the hallway you had already consumed one third of the bottle with a love potion Bucky stored in the kitchen.
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