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masschase · 1 year

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idk if you’ve answered any of these before, so sorry if you have, but 9. 12. and 16. for the boss ask meme

- snail-eggs :)

Boss ask meme

Thank you for asking. I really wanted to do some more asks for inspiration but didn't take into account that my brain is all over the place at the moment so I hope my answers are adequate 😅

9. What family does your Boss have or if they have a lot, what family are particularly important to them?

Blood family... yikes is all I can say. I have written about her parents elsewhere (i will find and rb the post soon) but the only person who is particularly important as in she still misses/is upset about once the earth blows up is her older sister Phoebe, who was more or less responsible for raising her when her mom went off the rails. They lost touch after Phoebe left home and Casey regrets that deeply. Matt made the time text/voicemail thing primarily because of seeing her go through this.

She has an uncle on her dad's side who taught her to shoot and fight, and cousins she doesn't know. She realises her mom might have kept that side of the family away from her.

Anything else I say in this regard is massive spoilers for written but unposted!

Of course she finds familial connections elsewhere, her friend Mori's mom is more like a mom to her than her own parents, Johnny is very much like a brother to her and Julius was a poorly chosen father figure.

She sees Kinzie as a sister, and that actually mirrors her experience with her blood sister: they have a 4 year gap, the oldest has a lot of responsibility on them but can be a little silly and comes across as quite carefree, the youngest comes across as more intelligent, more socially awkward, more highly strung but overall they are not under the same amount of pressure. Might make a longer post on this at some point. I noticed when they meet they even have some physical resemblance since Casey had red hair and wore a purple hoodie near-permanently.

12. One or more ways your Boss is different to you.

I seem to recall I put a few for reasons she's the same, so... I'm going to do a few for ways she's different, especially because I find that more interesting!

She's a woman, she's American, she's anti-love whereas I'm a hopeless romantic.

More interestingly, once she gets over her teenage awkwardness she's quite friendly and sociable but doesn't much like the side of fame that comes with her wealth and power whereas I'm shy and socially anxious but secret(ish)ly an attention whore! I like public speaking, performing etc. but can't make friends for shit!

Pretty much her entire family/backstory is considerably different. And she likes Jane Austen and other period romance type authors! I've just never been interested in that kind of thing. Had to do some serious research there!

I'd consider myself a "grown up but not grown out of it" goth so I'm pretty lazy with it now, whereas Casey was always interested in that aesthetic but only really has a chance to get into it later in life. I'm a decent cook and I'm not completely hopeless with tech, though I do have my moments! But I can't brag too much because put me in any sort of gang battle and clearly I'd be dead within 5 seconds.

16. Is there anything from the games you've drastically avoided or downplayed in your headcanon?

Ooh so as many people will know, I tend to swing towards using the canon so I needed some time to think about this one and I'm still struggling!

I'm going to go with the obvious: she's a cis woman (though I often wish I'd made her trans because narratively that makes so much sense!). Although percieved as a boy, her voice was never any of the SR1 voices and I doubt she could be made effectively on SR1's character creator, even though the events of the game are canon to her. This is my attempt on SR2 but when you compare to her SR4 self it doesn't really look like the same person:

Sorry, any excuse to use that adorable shot of her in the hoodie 😊

There are some lines by 'her' voice about being in college and being in a co-ed curling team, and she definitely didn't make it to college, but I can see her doing some form of online study during some of the downtime/gaps between big in-game events.

She is a SR4 Boss at heart and because of where her story starts, I feel like her SR1-3 history is pretty downplayed in my fanfic, in a 'we already know this so I'm not going to talk about it too much' kind of way. But I'm sure over time I will get into it more on here. I might even write some oneshots, I'd like to get one about the familial bond she felt with the original Saints because it's really very sweet.

Thank you for asking!

#ask meme #saints row boss #saints row #casey clark #so fucking tired today

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acacia-may · 1 year

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Mimosa Vermillion Red & Yellow Roses [Romance & Friendship Headcanons]

As part of my Rose Garden Headcanons (Valentine's Day) Event 🌹, here is a bouquet of Yellow Roses (Friendship Headcanons) 💛& Red Roses (Romance Headcanons)❤️ for Mimosa below the cut!

This is my first request for Mimosa ever so I'm excited and hope you will like what I've come up with! Thank you so much for reading and for the request! 🥰

Y1. What do they consider the most important quality in a friend? What qualities do they bring to a friendship?

Mimosa values kindness and honesty in her friendships. She surrounds herself with people who aren't afraid to show that they care (the manner or method in which they do this doesn't matter to her though), and she really appreciates being told the truth (even if a lot of her friends can be a bit blunt at times). To Mimosa, a good friend is someone who will support and care for you through thick and thin and who will be honest with you, even if it's difficult, and give sound advice if you need it.

Mimosa makes friends easily and goes out of her way to befriend people who are shy, socially awkward, or lonely because she can tell that they have good hearts even if they don't always show it. She has a real gift for building her friends up and supporting and helping them. Her friends would likely say that her joy, cheerfulness and tendency to look on the bright-side of things (or at least the fact that she tries to) is often infectious, and they appreciate her kindness, loyalty, generosity, and commitment to choosing to see and to believe in the good in people.

R4. How would they react to being in love? Would they want to keep it a secret--would they even be able to? Would they be awkward about it or take it all in stride?

Mimosa is definitely the type who is a little awkward when it comes to her romantic feelings. She will often act shy, bashful, and even a little bit giggly around her beloved which is somewhat strange behavior for her so anyone who knew her well (including her beloved if they were friends beforehand) would notice that something was up (even if she didn't want anyone to know about it). Though she is a little awkward and might try to be secretive about her feelings (especially if they were for someone she knew well), Mimosa would likely accept them fairly early on for what they were. There may be a bit of wrestling with them, especially if she was falling in love with a good friend, but for the most part, she would reach a level of acceptance (i.e. "Okay, yes, I love this person") fairly quickly. Her internal struggle is more with what to do with her feelings when she has them rather than wrestling with having the romantic attachment itself.

Mimosa values all of the relationships in her life very much so she would never want to sacrifice a good friendship for the sake of some romantic feelings. (Luckily, she has mostly experienced attraction first, then she moves on when she really gets to know the person and they become friends. Actually falling for a friend would likely be a more stressful venture for Mimosa). On the other hand, she is a romantic at heart and would be hesitant to sacrifice her chance at love and romance for something akin to duty or responsibility. For instance, she knows as a member of the Clover Kingdom's royal family that she will likely be married off into a political alliance one day without much say in the matter. She would (a bit begrudgingly, perhaps) accept this if it came down to it and try her best to love her betrothed and make the best of the situation, but it isn't the life she would choose for herself. There is very much a part of her that wants the chance for real love and real happiness instead and that wishes that things were different, so she enjoys the rush of falling in love while she still can and doesn't waste time worrying about her feelings all that much (even if they do tend to bring out a bit of an awkwardness in her).

R5. What is a love song that really suits them and why?

A love song that really suits Mimosa is "I Only Want To Be With You" by Dusty Springfield. Mimosa just seems like the type who would love and appreciate the older, classic love songs, especially bubbly, happy and upbeat ones like this. It also speaks to how Mimosa is the type of person who accepts her romantic feelings even if she doesn't fully understand them (i.e. "I don't know what it is that makes me love you so/I only know I never want to let you go") and is, perhaps a little surprised by them ("I never knew that I could be in love like this"). The song also speaks to how she loves just being around her beloved and spending time together (i.e. "It doesn't matter where you go or what you do/I want to spend each moment of the day with you"). Ultimately, Mimosa is incredibly loyal and really is the type of person who would "just want to be beside you everywhere" if she loved you. She also can get a little bit of tunnel vision when it comes to being in love, so perhaps this song is a bit (lovingly) cheeky in poking fun at that as well, but it's sweet, just like Mimosa is. 💗

I Only Want To Be With You - YouTube

Bonus: (A/N: Just because I love songs and I've never been asked about Mimosa before so I'm allowing myself to get a bit carried away) I am also adding "I Love the Flower Girl" by The Butterhills as a love song to Mimosa. I imagine that Mimosa's romantic admirer (if she ever had one someday) would likely describe her similarly to how the singer describes "The Flower Girl" in the song and would adore her just as much. 🥰

And I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew) She could make me happy (happy, happy) Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere

I love the flower girl Oh, I don't know just why She simply caught my eye I love the flower girl she seemed so sweet and kind. She crept into my mind.

I Love the Flower Girl - YouTube

#My first *ever* request for Mimosa! Yay! 🥳 Hope it turned out okay 😅#i should write about mimosa more often #mimosa vermillion #mimosa vermillion headcanons #rose garden headcanons 🌹#valentine's day event 2023 #happy valentine's day #thank you for the request and for reading!#black clover headcanons #Spotify

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Punch: Writing again huh? How's Sofia, Colin?

Colin: Pretty well thanks...

Punch: What kind of silly dumb face with that Colin? Even though she hasn't said she loves you yet, at least you two are already dating you know! Can't be just give a smile a little?!

Colin: A smile?! H...how?

Punch: Let's see...start to smile now!

Colin: N...now?????

Danny: Punch...Colin was shy, clumsy and anxious. He was rather awkward in conversations.

Punch: Like you in the past Danny, that's why you had little to no friends at all!

Danny: Hey! At least I had Sam and Tucker!

Punch: Listen Colin, Danny was awkward and nervous yet friendly. Like most teenagers, he desires to be popular, has a dislike of bullies and embarrassment from his parents. But unlike most teenagers, he had super-powers. He struggled to cope with them and was afraid of anyone discovering his secret, fearing it would make him "go from geek to freak" and longed to be normal just like everyone else again. But after fighting ghosts for the first time, he realized he could use his powers for good. This newfound sense of purpose changed Danny into a heroic, brave young man.

Colin: Wow....I'm feeling....umm...

Danny: Don't tell my past life to him! I am not a heroic, brave young man anymore!

Punch: Heh! Then why do you help me if you're not a superhero?

Danny: That's because you're my friend!

Punch: Friend you say? I don't think I believe in you because I am a freak that's why you help me! You said for yourself back then!

Danny: That's because....!!

Colin: *Giggle*

Punch: See? You're smiling now!

Colin: Oh..! Oops...

Punch: No No No! Smile like that! You don't have to force yourself to smile that shows that you are fine! If you are not fine then you can't smile, your true happiness.

Colin: About...." A freak"...umm...

Punch: Oh about that....just like I said earlier, Danny had super-powers. He struggled to cope with them and was afraid of anyone discovering his secret, fearing it would make him "go from geek to freak"! Even if I was similar to Danny, that doesn't change anything that I would still be me.

Colin: You...very much like Faye.

Punch: Faye huh....you did tell us that Faye was also not human right?

Colin: Yes. But I don't care what she is or not human...she was my first real friend. I won't forget that ever.

Punch: So don't miss a chance like this okay?

Colin: Huh?

Punch: I'll admit, I was skeptical at first, but by little, I realized that for quite a while now...you've already been flying all on your own. I can't promise that it will be easy life and I can't promise that you won't have regrets. This is "life". So happy that you're now okay?

Colin: *Smile*Thanks Punch! You're very friendly more than any strangers I ever met. But I still....Faye isn't here....umm...

Punch: You want me to come with you yes?

Colin: YES!!

Danny: W... why are you yelling?!

Punch: Hehe...Danny, don't be jealous if I go with Colin okay?

Danny: Wait! What's that mean "Jealous"? Aaaand she's gone *Sigh*

Colin: Did Punch was really called a freak in the past? That's horrible.

Danny: Before she met her new father with new life and met me, her original village where she lives treated her like a freak even calling her a freak. Despite her intelligence, cute and beautiful make her being so perfect which normal people can't or haven't. They reject her even more and do not praise her because of their jealousy both men and women.

Colin: I never thought that people like that existed. Even though I don't have friends but people around never be like that even my family.

Danny: You're lucky than us Colin, as Punch said, don't miss a chance like this okay?

Colin: You too Danny.

Danny: Huh?

Colin: Don't miss a chance like this too. Not every day you would meet someone like her, just like Faye. I never miss a chance to be with her even she's gone.

Danny: ..........I hope I could too but........

Source Character:

Colin Reeds is a major character of Finding Paradise as well as the main playable character of A Bird Story.

Faye is a major character in Finding Paradise. Initially, she seems to be Colin Reeds' childhood friend, but is later revealed to be a figment of Colin's imagination. She returns in Impostor Factory as a major character.

Explanation 11(Analysis)

Kan Gao: His true wish really was to simply be happy and satisfied with his life.

Kan Gao: The thing that was changed was the removal of Sigmund Corp which allowed him to shift his focus back to the actual life he's had.

If you played Imposter Factory, this is the real reason why Sigmund Corp was established.

It's reversed time or turn back time to make a different choice.

As you can see Colin is more cheerful, confidence and willpower in Tsubasa of Phantasia even though Faye wasn't here, thanks to Punch, because of Punch always comes to visit him the same way she did to L Lawliet. (#Hint loving Children). But Colin when as a teenager, while still rather shy, Colin's confidence and willpower had improved thanks to the help of Faye. Regardless, he still had little to no friends but claimed that this didn't bother him, as he was fine with Faye being his only friend. Colin was a shy, clumsy, anxious, and rather lonely child. He just wants someone to be with him and very afraid that he will lose that someone again just like in A Bird Story. His loneliness led to him "creating" Faye as an imaginary friend in Finding Paradise. Colin was an example of the way of life of a middle-class person, although they have everything, the only thing missing is someone who is happy for them or a representative of their parents. They had everything but not warmhearted.

The creator of Finding Paradise, Kan Gao, was once asked what defined the core of the games he developed, to which he replied:

"In my work, I often deal with loneliness."

Warmheartedness is the key to everything if humans don't have it they will search and find that warmhearted like finding new work or new friends or imaginary friends if they have a talent to create. So if the family had enough warmhearted to them, they were able to dare to face new happiness. But if it's too much, they'll become a person who doesn't want anyone, withdraws and is afraid of this and that. Even Colin doesn't have Faye, he still has Sofia.

Colin: I just...didn't want to let it go. I guess I was living in my head a little too much.

Sofia: You're no longer aloof, y'know? When you're here, you're actually...here.

Kan Gao: His true wish really was to simply be happy and satisfied with his life.

Agents at Sigmund Corp are tasked with interfacing with Collin's memories during his final hours and rewriting them to rid him of regrets, so he dies believing he was a truly happy man.

Colin is satisfied with his life now even though he's afraid to lose again but he chooses to grow up and keep moving. Colin chose the right thing in reality even though he didn't want to change since A Bird Story. For example, Colin let go, stopped making imaginary friends and faced the truth. Even if Faye was real, she still told him to move forward. This already shows how good his family was even though they didn't have much time to be with him. Collin coped with his distress by literally having conversations with himself almost until he was an adult. Colin was an intelligent kid, who believed in himself and had what I can only describe as an excessive amount of self-awareness,

Colin: I might not have such a happy life, y'know...

Faye: You're such a downer, you know that? Have a little faith in yourself, Colin. Of course, you will. I know you will.

Kan Gao: Finding Paradise is about seeking reality from fantasy

According to Kan Gao, Colin didn't have any regrets. He just failed to accept his past mistakes the moment he saw that there was a way to rectify them, aka Sigmund Corps services. Truth that Colin didn't have any regrets but that his past mistakes were real "regrets". If Colin doesn't have a happy life in the end he will put his past mistakes as his "regrets". That's what every human is afraid of the most. Having a happy life but ending up in a tragic ending or sad ending. Colin is afraid of this so much that's why he went to Sigmund Corp to not have any "regrets" when he dies not when in present but in the future. When we grow up, we know that this world won't have a happy ending like we knew when we were kids. This is what it meant seeking reality from fantasy.

The reason I put that Merlin scene in this video is because to be clear that's how Colin wants to see his missing bird as in Faye. You could tell how much Merlin wanted to see Freya. Even Colin is glad about his life still he really wants to see his missing bird again. If Colin meets Faye, he can die happy without "regrets"(Colin created her and abandoned her and still has not said goodbye or said sorry or thank you to her yet in reality not in his fantasy.)

In Tsofph Season 8(Story of Daily Life)

About hint I wrote that later Punch's group will take Freya and Merlin travelling together in Tsofph Season 11(Chapter 2 Shadow Path). This event happened at the same time or time as in Tsofph Season 8(Story of Daily Life). But a hint about Freya is the Lady of the Lake still not shown yet in Tsofph Season 8(Story of Daily Life). What I told that Sigmund Corp was established to reverse time or turn back time to make a different choice. In Season 8 is Colin's wish, this is Colin's world. In Finding Paradise, a timeline doesn't exist, but in Tsubasa of Phantasia, a timeline does. For example, Faye isn't supposed to exist in Finding Paradise, but in Tsubasa of Phantasia, she does exist and is real. Colin investigates a ruckus he hears in the forest and finds a bird being attacked by a badger. Freya first met Colin when she transformed into a bird that time. Colin shoos off the badger but not before the bird's left wing is injured. After learning that the veterinary clinic is closed, Colin decides to keep it on his apartment's balcony, where he nourishes it with bread and water. Little is known about Freya's early life. She once told Merlin that she had grown up in a beautiful place next to a lake surrounded by mountains and wildflowers. She lived there until her family died under unspecified circumstances. Colin and Freya form a deep friendship as they spend more time together. The next surreal scenes show the two doing various activities including playing fetch with Colin's paper airplanes and jumping into puddles in the rain. Colin becomes popular with other kids with the bird's help. Later, the two build a giant paper airplane using sheets of paper from Colin's journal, and they fly to various floating islands to look for a suitable nesting area for the bird. Unfortunately, they fail to find one but when return to Colin's apartment the rain quickly turns into a thunderstorm, and lightning strikes destroy his paper plane. He falls to the ground amid the remains of the plane, and when he comes to, the bird is nowhere to be found. Colin still searches his balcony for his missing bird.

"In my own ways...I will always be there to protect you"

Life returns to normal for Colin, but with his fellow students no longer picking on him and playing with him in the local park. Until one day,

"Whatcha doin' up there?"

"Uhh, you do have a name, right?"

".....Colin"

Faye and Colin first met as kids, speaking to each other from across their balconies. Their friendship remained strong throughout their early and teenage years. Colin did notice that Faye had a bird, the same bird who was at the clearing before, it was his first friend's mate. Maybe Faye must have known about his missing bird. Though often teasing Colin, Faye genuinely cared for him and wanted to spend time with him to help better him as a person. Colin eventually learned to play the cello properly, applied for his first job, and mustered the courage to ask Sofia out on a date. Faye supported the relationship after seeing how happy Colin was. When Faye felt that Colin had matured enough, she took him to their favourite hill overlooking the city. There, she explained to him that he would have to move on without her and she revealed that she was the missing bird that Colin tried to find for so long. She promised that, in a way, she would always be around to protect him. The two hugged before Faye faded away.

"I don't care what you are or aren't...you were my first real friend"

"And Faye...also your little friend(Bird)...thank you for having been there, even when nobody else was"

#sakuraswordly #analyze the characters #character analysis #Tsofph Season 8(Story of Daily Life)#bbc merlin freya #faye #colin reeds #spoliers #Hmm...Kan Gao and Colin Reeds were very similar to this.#finding paradise faye

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julyarchives · 3 years

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Third Time Is The Charm

Two times you and Wooseok didn't kiss, and one time you did.

→ Pairing: Wooseok x Reader

→ Genre: Fluff

→ Words: 1.5K

→ Warnings: teeny tiny mention of Alcohol; a little bit of awkwardness

→ A/n: we absolutely adored writing this story, it is so cute and matches this boy-ish side of Wooseok we love so much! Thank you, Anon, for making this request, we hope you like it!

It was a drunk slip when Hongseok said "It's just like Wooseok! He is so whipped for Y/N but doesn't make a move because he's intimidated by her." The words slurred through his intoxicated lips.

You were sure that if Wooseok was there, he would have smacked Hongseok in the back of the head, but everyone that was there just giggled and joked at his expense. But you were also there and you don't think they were aware that you had a huge crush on Wooseok as well. Or they actually did, and letting you know about his side was part of some sort of evil plan.

Either way, since that day you tried to reach out to Wooseok, but there just wasn't a good moment. He probably heard about what happened from some of the other boys and was extra shy around you. You decided to give him some time and just be a normal friend to him, so he would start acting normal again.

It was a normal hang-out day and you went to the kitchen to get everyone some drinks. Wooseok arrived with the food and entered the room struggling with a bunch of bags in his hands.

"Here, let me help you" you took a few bags and placed them on top of the table, making it easier for him to manage around the ones left for him.

Once done with the food, you two stood awkwardly in silence.

"Hey" you smiled shyly, realizing you hadn't greeted him yet.

"Hey, Y/N" he answered just as shyly as you did, it was adorable to see the blush on his cheeks.

You just stared at each other with the dumbest smile on your faces, but you decided that being alone with him while the others played videogame was a good opportunity to come forward with your feelings.

"Listen-"

"Can I-"

You both spoke at the same time and giggled at the coincidence, but he motioned for you to go first.

"I believe the boys told you about what Hongseok said the other day" you began

"I'm really sorry about that, he's just being silly" he scratched the back of his head, messing with his fluffy hair.

"No, it's fine" you reached up and gently grabbed his hand, holding it in between both of yours. His doe-eyes widened in surprise, but you just continued "are you really intimidated by me?"

"No!" He answered anxiously "I mean, yes, but no" he stumbled onto his words and you giggled and squeezed the hand you were holding, trying to give him some reassurance. "It's just, you're the coolest, you know? I don't know what to do around you, I'm afraid to make a fool out of myself."

"You're cool as well, you idiot" you chuckled at the last word "and you are one of the coolest boys I know, you don't have to be self-conscious around, really."

"Thank you" he said, smiling at you.

You didn't think much, just let go of his hands and reached up to cup his cheek, caressing it with your thumb, and he immediately leaned into your touch. You took a deep breath, gathered some courage, and stepped closer to him. His gaze darted from your eyes to your lips, and his hands shyly rested on both sides of your waist.

You were so close now that you could feel his hot breath against your face, and his eyes closed when you leaned further. You felt your lips grazing his, and your stomach filled up with butterflies of anticipation when suddenly a yell interrupted

"I smell fried chicken! Did Wooseok arrive with the food?!" Shinwon shouted from the living room, and you could hear the other agreeing

You sighed and buried your head on the crook of Wooseok's neck out of frustration.

"Yes, you freaking vultures, the food is here" you turned around, shouting back.

Before leaving the room, you looked back at him, who stood motionless, probably processing what almost happened, and you shot him a wink, making a small grin rise on the corner of his lips.

After dinner, everyone agreed to put on a movie, and you sat on the couch next to Wooseok, who you have been exchanging smiles and secret looks all night long, but unfortunately no opportunity to be alone again.

Under the covers, you gently slid your hand under his, to which he immediately intertwined your fingers together.

Everyone was paying close attention to the movie, eyes glued on the screen, and you decided it was a good opportunity to scoot closer to him without dragging unnecessary attention. Wooseok caught up on you, and also moved closer, releasing your hand only to put his arm around your shoulder.

This time it was Wooseok who made the first step, nuzzling your cheeks quietly, making goosebumps rise on your skin. You leaned into him, turning your head teasingly slow, biting your lip to provoke him.

Your lips actually touched his this time and you sighed in content, but just when you were going to deepen the kiss a jump scare happened in the movie, startling everyone, and consequently startling you. Rather than being frustrated, you and Wooseok started giggling, causing a few curious looks to you two.

Maybe they all noticed you two because when the movie ended everyone acted awkwardly, and they all decided they had to leave, rushing their ways outside and leaving you and Wooseok behind.

The door closed behind them and silence filled the room. Suddenly you felt shy and you and Wooseok stood awkwardly facing each other, neither of you certain of what to do next.

"So," you broke the silence "I guess we're alone now."

"I guess" a small smile lit upon his face

"So what do we do now?" You asked, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"I don't know" he chuckled embarrassedly.

Without saying another word you got closer, smiling shyly at each other. When you moved to end the distance between you, so did Wooseok, you accidentally bumping a shoe against his, almost tripping. He caught you and chuckled, your embarrassment growing.

"Not that intimidating anymore, am I?", you laughed.

"Not much", he laughed with you. "Come here". He pulled you closer, holding you by the hips.

You moved closer, straightening your back to reach him and end the distance between you, only to see him doing the same. Your noses touched first, leaving you with half-closed eyes and confused expressions. You couldn't help but giggle even if Wooseok looked embarrassed about it.

"This isn't working. Seriously, what does the world have against us kissing?", he said with a pout.

"Let's go slow". You smiled, gently moving your hands to his cheeks, guiding both of your movements.

Your lips touched and while it was sweet, it was a bit weird as both of you had your eyes open to monitor how you'd move. Both of you backed away with a laugh but nodded at each other as a mock concentration agreement. When you moved next, it was wonderful. The kiss fit perfectly, a gentle peck of lips first but then Wooseok took the initiative to deepen the kiss, his tongue gently prying your lips open.

You sighed into the kiss, a whole day of pent-up want finally coming out. His hands started to caress your sides, running up and down gently and you smiled into the kiss. Your thumbs retributed the caresses on his cheeks, to which he only took as a sign to kiss you deeper, bodies now moving with the kiss, feeling each other slowly.

It was a sweet slow make-out session and you couldn't be happier. When the air was needed you pulled back, hiding your face on Wooseok's neck, your new favorite place. He kissed your head and gently pried you away from your hiding spot, a sweet smile on his face. Staring at each other in silence wasn't as awkward as it was before but your mind was torn. You had no idea what you were supposed to do now and apparently neither did he.

"I think I want to kiss you more", he said and you smiled wider, not needing to decide anything.

"I do too", you answered.

"Good thing we have time and space now", Wooseok seemed to be way more relaxed now.

You didn't even answer, you pulled him down for another kiss and gently moved both of you to the couch. Sitting down, you managed to hold him close and make out more and more at ease. After a few minutes of not many words and a lot of kissing, both of you just held each other, giving small pecks once in a while.

"We should do this more often", you said.

"I won't complain if we do", Wooseok was smiling beautifully.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Won't it end too late? How will I leave?"

"That's actually my goal", you laughed. "Stay". He kissed you again before answering as if he couldn't help himself.

"Gladly".

#wooseok #fluff #woseok fluff #pentagon #pentagon fluff #jung wooseok #pentagon wooseok #pentagon imagines #pentagon imagine #pentagon scenarios #kpop pentagon #kpop scenario #kpop scenarios #kpop writing #kpop story #kpop fanfic #kpop

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jaesvelvet · 3 years

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aparecium — takata mashiho

warnings: grammartical errors

words: 1.8k words

pairing: hufflepuff headboy mashiho! + fem reader

notes: this is my first hogwarts imagine of treasure.... i hope you guys enjoy this!!!

You quickly close your thick black book as Professor Flitwick walks towards your table, hiding the book under the table, and practices the charms he has been taught for that day.

"Give it a flick, Y/N" Professor Flitwick said

"Ascendio" you point to the feather in front of you, lifting it.

Professor Flitwick nods, murmuring a good job to you before passing through you.

You sigh in relief the professor is cool unlike Professor Snape, he surely will take the books and read what you've been writing on in front of the class.

"Mashi! Help me" you look up to the person who calls Mashi or Mashiho. You smile as the boy in the yellow tie helps the boy with their spell. You head over heels towards the head boy of the Hufflepuff, in your eyes, he is like Ron Weasley to your Hermione Granger.

Mashiho is boyfriend material, he is head boy, teacher's pet, he is the seeker in Quidditch, and one of the students who take NEWT. Everyone knows it is hard to study for NEWT, and yet this boy takes the NEWT like it's nothing to him, nobody has ever seen him struggle studying NEWT. He is indeed Hermione number 2.

"Okay, class dismissed, for those who take NEWT, there's only a month left since your examination, I hope you are all prepared and of course you welcome to my office if you need any help" Professor Flitwick announce class about NEWT making you sigh. Yes, you are one of the students who take NEWT, at first you want to take O.W.L instead of NEWT but your mom said it will be great if you try to take the exam, and here you are struggling to get a good grade for your final year in Hogwarts.

You left the class and walk towards the library, it is your free time, you are willing to study for the upcoming exam than joining your friend watching Quidditch training.

You enter the library, feeling calm by the silence, you making your way to the potion section to study more about potions that you need to do on your examination soon.

You frown as you see the book you've been searching for is on the top of the shelf, you tiptoe to reach the shelf, but who are we kidding here? The top shelf is too high for you like in a usual k-drama scene, someone grabs the book you make you turn around, eyes getting bigger when you realized the person that helps you.

"Mashi?"

"You know, it's your last year in Hogwarts, why don’t you just cast Wingardium Leviosa?" he asks, handing you the book while showing you his sly smile

"Uh, we can't depend on everything on magic you know?" you answer

"I see, you're an independent girl," he said making you blush, you also didn't know why you're blushing at his word? Perhaps he talking to you while being this close making you shy?

"Uh, thanks? I guess?"

Mashiho laughs at your awkwardness

"You take NEWT too right? Why don't we study together?" he offers.

Now your brain is malfunctioning. Mashiho offers you to study together?? Is this not a dream? You mentally slap yourself and look at him again

"Sure, what do you want to study?" you ask

"Potion. I need to pass if I don't want to see Professor Snape's face again" he said making you chuckle, a teacher's pet tattle behind them? Impressive.

"Yeah me too," you said and he leads you to his usual spot.

“So Y/N tell me why you take NEWT?” he asks. You raised your brow to him, did he just... Underestimate you?

“Uh, don’t misconstrue my words. I'm just curious since almost all students at Hogwarts refuse to take NEWT and you take– you know what? Just ignore my question” he said, his face turns slightly red making you smile, you can’t be mad at him for too long, he is so cute! You just wanna pinch his cheek.

“Well my mom made me, and I thought it’s not hurt to give it a try” you answers

“Well, your parents must be proud of you for study hard, I admit this exam is so hard I felt like crying when I study the same chapter again and again,” he said

You are surprised to see he is openly sharing his thought with you, well you’re not that close with him and even his friends doesn’t know he is struggling to get a good grade.

“I heard a rumor that you never struggle at study but I guess it’s all wrong then”

“Well, I don’t think showing my struggle changes anything? I don’t even know who’s spread all the news, why don’t they just minding their own business?” he whines

“Yeah, true” you replied, and focusing on your book, but in your head, you already screaming at the top of your lungs because Mashiho is so cute when focusing on something. You were surprised you didn’t explode at this point.

+.*

A week passes since you and Mashiho’s studying together in the library, it was a good day because after that he offers you to eat dinner together with him. You couldn’t stop thinking about that day if only there's a spell to freeze time.

Secretly bringing out your thick black book, you open to the blank space and writes something on the page using invisible ink. There’s one thing you like about magic, you can do whatever you want without others knowing.

“Oi” your friend whispers to you, scrunching her face seeing you doing something else instead of brewing a potion

“What?” you whisper back, your hands still jotting something on the book

“Snape will kill you if he saw you do something else, you fool!” she slaps your hand, you roll your eyes, you didn’t prefer to study now because since morning you have class nonstop. You can't take it anymore all you need now is rest or a hot bath.

“Ugh fine,” you said and put your book above some random book.

A sigh comes out from your mouth and continues to brew your veritaserum— the truth serum for your NEWT, you lazily stir the potion that looks like water, you wonder if someone drinks a drop of this potion how much truth will they spill out? Since Professor Snape said that 3 drops of this serum are enough to make a person reveals their deepest secret, this potion is scary no wonder the process is difficult.

You heard a laugh from across your table making you look up, your exhausted body feels recharged by his laugh. Mashiho’s laugh, you smile seeing him joking around with his friends which later being scolded by Professor Snape, he noticed you look at him and wink at you.

You feel like time stop for a moment, did he just wink at you? Gosh, he really driving you crazy.

You break the gaze and focusing on your potion, frustrated by his wink.

Minutes later, Snape dismissed the class and Mashiho walks towards you

Why? Why is he coming here? You thought

“Y/N, you free this evening?” he asks

You slowly nod your head, although you don’t want to go anywhere and rather spent your day in your dorm, you still nod to his question like hypnotized by his gaze.

“Cool, so do you want to study together again? You great at potions, really” Mashiho said

You blushing. Again. You thought he must think you a fool, blushing for no reason.

“Ah yes I would love to!” you said

“So, I meet you at 5, in the library?”

“5 it is” you answers and take your books while smiling at him.

+.*

Your chest becomes tight as it becomes hard to breathe, you wander around your dorm, as you realized you take the wrong book! This black book on your bed is not yours. It fills with some charms and potions notes. Your book is empty— well not empty, it’s just written in invisible ink. But still, you feel nervous if someone cast an aparecium spell on it, which is a spell to reveal secret messages that are written with invisible ink.

You take the book and run towards the potion class, hoping the book will be at the last place you put it.

“Professor Snape” you pants, holding on your chest catching on your breathing.

“What did you want L/N?” he asks in a monotonous tone

“Did you see my black book here?” you ask

“Is your responsibility to take care of your things L/N. There’s nothing here” he said sternly

You mentally roll your eyes at him, he could say no and you don’t waste your time here and search for your book.

“Alright, thank you, professor,” you said and your looks at your watch it was already 5 pm.

“Oh shoot, Mashi must be waiting for me,” you said and running again to the library.

You assume you will die anytime soon if you keep running like this, you enter the library and catching your breath before approaching Mashiho at his usual place.

“Hey” he frowns when he sees your forehead cover with sweat.

“Did you run?” he asks

“Uh yes, I’m afraid if I'm late,” you said and wipe your sweat using your sleeve

Mashiho let out a chuckle

“I don’t mind waiting, you shouldn't run you could fall,” he said

You smile at him, you could feel butterflies in your stomach. How is he even real?

“Oh, before we start– um I think we exchanged books at potion earlier” he hands you the black book that you have been searching this entire evening

“Oh my, you’re life savior— wait how did you know this is my book?” you raise one brow to him, you didn’t write your name in this book unless...

“I’m sorry I didn't mean to cast that spell but I need to know who's this book belongs to! And when I saw my name on the first page I couldn't help myself but read...” he said, you could see guilty in his eyes

“I- I'm sorry, you just think that I'm creepy right?” now you realized how creepy if someone writes an entire book about you without your consent.

“No, I appreciate you noticed my details when I play Quidditch. No one ever notices my strategy for Quidditch, you’re the first one” he cracks up.

“Oh..” that’s the only words you could say, well the atmosphere is awkward right now!?!?

“Did you like me that much, Y/N?” he tease you

“Based on the book, it will be a lie if I said no,” you said

“Well, don’t worry because I like you too. I didn’t know how to approach you at first but luckily you can’t reach the top shelf” he said

You finally can look at him in his eyes. Well, this is one of the benefits to not use magic all the time, right?

#treasure imagines #treasure scenario #treasure blurbs #treasure mashiho #takata mashiho #mashiho imagines #mashiho scenario #treasure hogwarts au

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stray-kids-react · 3 years

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S/O likes enjoys writing/writing lyrics

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° You owned this special and locked diary for years, where you kept all your bottles up emotions and feelings in.

° One of those feelings evolving your long time crush on Chan, including the words 'Sexy, Cute, Inspirational, Hot, Prince, and A Literal Angel' all in quite a few pages. Luckily your now long time boyfriend has never seen these fangirl/boy paragraphs.

° Chan was all of those words, no doubt about it. But it is still hard to look at those paragraphs without cringing at how desperate you sounded in your mind.

° Chan however apparently loved your affectionate paragraphs, flipping through the pages as you walked through his studio door. Your heart sank as pure shock and terror rushed through your veins. No one wants their private thoughts to be read.

° The tips of Chan's ears were firetruck red, as a beaming grin flashed towards you. You noted that he read through the entire diary, knowing all the dreams and wishes you had that involved him. No skeletons were left in your closet anymore, it was bittersweet.

"So you really think I'm an angel who is also the sexiest person on earth?" he teased, cupping your face in his palms.

"Well duh, but you can't tell me you didn't think anything like that towards me-" You defended, cut off by his sweet kisses.

Lee Know

° Minho found out about your true feelings towards him while reading some song lyrics you wanted to show 3Racha.

° He needed to know who you loved and admired so dearly after reading this, constantly by your side questioning anything he could. After literal weeks of conspiracy, you couldn't take his suspicion anymore and admitted everything.

° You are now much more secretive with your songs that you've written, but that won't stop Minho from looking everywhere he possibly can. He is determined to find them.

° After so many large steps that were taken in your relationship, he wants to see how you truly felt throughout them. From the first date, first time, to the promise ring he fave you last week. Minho wants to say it's to tease, when it's truly because he loves you.

° He loved the way his stomach did kart wheels as his heart fluttered when he first read your words. He hasn't felt that amazing feeling in a while and needs to re live it, luckily for him he noticed a place he has never thought of checking.

"So kitten, you really want to marry me don't you?" he commented, a soft smirk across his glowing features.

"Why wouldn't I? You're you. And how'd you find those?!" you replied, tone changing as you saw how many he actually had.

Changbin

° Changbin was struggling to create a new song, he seemed to accidently make similar beats and lyrics to their past hits.

° You would sometime write up different songs when you were bored, but you never showed them to anyone thinking they weren't great. But Changbin looked in need of some type of inspiration, so you brought out your journal and placed it infront of him.

° His expression was unreadable, either about to thank you for the amazing inspiration or laugh at your cheesy words. You just wanted him to say something.

° Changbin began to smile shyly, showing you a page he just read over. That page happened to be the most recent and the one you completely forgot about. It was a draft about 10 different ways you could tell Changbin that you loved him.

° You really wanted it to be special when you would say it to him, but luck didn't seem to be on your side that day. You were at least glad that he was smiling, showing positive signs that he isn't feeling awkward or doesn't feel the same way about you.

"I love you too my adorable bean." He chuckled, pulling you into his lap as he held you close to his racing heart beat.

"I'm guessing he new comeback is going to be a love song now?" you teased, burrowing into his soft black hoodie.

Hyunjn

° Your relationship use to be a cat and mouse situation, one day you two were best friends and then the next you two were rivals.

° Your anger and frustration towards one another was simply a way to hide your true emotions. Both of you found each other attractive in and out, but were too stubborn to confess. That is until he walked into your room and pressed you up against the wall.

° Your rivalry left out the door once you started dating, the only ounce of it was left in the small playful bickering and teasing. Which happened every day of the week.

° You walked into the dressing rooms, noticing Han and Felix giggling as your presence became known. This wasn't a usual giggle of theirs, something was going on. You knew that for sure once you saw the way Hyunjin presented himself.

° A sly smirk across his lips as a couple crumpled peace of paper were in between his fingers. His steps were long and powerful, as he held his head up high while nearing you. This usually meant he found something to tease you with.

"I didn't know you liked me for five years, coming up with so many cute pet names if we ever dated." He teased, hiding his blush.

"First of all, you went through my desk without asking me. Second of all, I am whipped for you dumb dumb." You replied.

Han

° You weren't a very vocal person, having trouble expressing your thoughts and emotions through words everyday.

° That reason alone is also why people think you and Han are a perfect match. He helped you come out of your shell and be comfortable in your own skin. All of those actions sent your heart into a frenzy, finding there way into pages filled with emotion.

° Han knew about your habit of writing cute quotes on your palms and arms, or just randomly taking out your journal and starting a new page.

° He respected your privacy even if the temptation of knowing every little thought you have was very very strong, he held back and let you write in peace. However, when you dropped your journal without knowing. Han held it and the temptation took over.

° As you had a chat with Seungmin, he turned around from your eye sight and flipped through the pages. Many of them expressing how much you love him and how much he helped you without him even knowing. This effected Han immensely.

"Hannie are you crying?" you questioned, noticing the forming gloss over his sparkling chocolate orbs.

"Yeah, but it's happy tears. I just never knew how much you cared about me, and it makes me feel important." He explained.

Felix

° You cannot hide anything from this adorable koala, he knows you too well and can find anything you've hidden from him.

° You learned this the hard way when you asked him for help when forgetting where you left your journal, panicking since the last place you saw it was at Minho's. Felix knew you usually placed it near your bed and assumed it to be under the covers.

°His assumption was spot on, but you had no idea that he had found it yet. Felix took this advantage to skim through a few pages, smiling at the sight of his name in the book.

° His name was mentioned ever since the day you first met, January 7th 2017. He was written as this attractive aussie that had your knees weak, he laughed silently at the realization that you fancied him since the first day you met. He loved it.

° Felix walked out with the navy blue book tight in his grip, his ears a bright shade of red. You knew he must've read some sort of page about him, but you weren't nervous about it. It couldn't have been anything more cheesy than what you say on dates.

"I can't believe Han knew about your crush on me that entire time." Felix chuckled, shock filling his expression.

"And I can't believe you never knew how much I truly admired you." You teased back, kissing his freckle speckled cheeks.

Seungmin

° Seungmin met you at a library, you were working on a soft poem about not being able to find the right person.

° That whole meeting seemed like something right off of a romance movie or fanfiction novel. Writing about giving up on love as an amazing guy happens to cross paths with you. But both of you laugh at the whole cliché nature of your meeting.

° Seungmin loved how you wrote, taking him into the story each time. He felt so special whenever he found something referring to your relationship, feeling fuzzy inside.

° He liked to bring some of your poems on tour with him, reminding him to stay strong when being away from you. Letting him know that you'll always be there for him when he needs you, even if you are both countries away from each other.

° Felix once found his stash of poems that you wrote, he never teased him on it but would still smile excitedly at how sentimental Seungmin was becoming. Seungmin knew he was becoming cheesy and mushy, he hated yet loved it.

"Do you know how much you have effected me?" he questioned, tracing the curve of your jaw with his thumb.

"Or maybe you have an addiction to me, ever think of that?" you responded, smiling widely as he rolled his eyes at your words.

Jeongin

° You worked under JYP entertainment to help create songs for different groups, Jeongin noticed you during his break.

° You rarely got to work with Stray Kids since they made 99% of their own songs, but that didn't stop Jeongin from trying to get to know you. It worked in his favor, since you began to develop a living in him after two months of hang out together.

° Jeongin likes hearing certain songs you create or in the process of being created, cheering you on and telling all of his members when you created a song.

° He liked to give you the credit and appreciation you rarely get, most of the credit going towards the artist who performed the songs you created. Jeongin wanted to let you know how proud he was of you daily, even if you got shy from it.

° Whenever you showed him different samples of songs you were working on, he'd dance in his seat with a beaming smile. Even when you were tired and wanted the day to end, his admiration and addicting smile would make your mood change instantly.

"I am just worried because JYP has been pretty harsh on the past few songs." You sighed, tired and frustrated.

"He literally wrote a song about women's butts. I'm pretty sure you're more talented baby." He reassured, patting your head.

#stray kids #kpop #changbin #skz scenarios #stray kids reactions #han jisung #hyunjin #jeongin #lee know #bang chan #skz reactions #skz fluff #skz ff #felix skz #skz seungmin

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mooifyourecows · 2 years

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if you have any advice to spare id much appreciate it: i am an extremely socially anxious person and im in university now and my prime worry has always been that i won't be able to make friends. ive had bad experiences in middle/high school with unfriendly peers and being lonely for basically a year, but my uni classmates and peers are genuinely so sweet and they try to include me or call out to me and it makes me happy but also just constantly somewhat on edge and anxious. i still feel like a complete outsider and that they're inviting me out of pity, but i won't actually be able to be friends with them. they all clearly have a fun, inside-jokey, close friendship with one another and i feel like an intruder. i don't know what to do because i really wanted to grow out of being socially anxious and i feel like an embarrassing schoolkid who's just known for being shy and just never grows past that. i feel guilty for my classmates too, because i don't want to be the awkward catalyst between them. im just really stuck and cry every time i get back to my dorm when the social event is over and i know that's entirely on me. my classmates are trying to help me get out and trying to socialize with me and i just clam up and get fidgety and scared. do you have any tips on....socializing? or tamping down being anxious?

i really relate to you Anon! i'm also super socially anxious and don't do well in groups of people, especially when I'm not very close with any of them.

i know when you're anxious like that, it's pretty normal to think that you're a weirdo or you don't fit in or they can't possibly like you, but those are just your own insecurities projecting themselves into what you THINK are other people's opinions.

think about if you were one of them, seeing you from the outside. wouldn't you try to genuinely bring this other person into your group so that you can become friends and they can feel included? or would you be looking at them like "wow they're so weird and off putting, i'm just going to invite them out of pity but not actually want them around."

you WOULDN'T think that, would you? because most people are kind. most people are always on the hunt for new friends, even when they're shy and anxious and struggle to work out social situations. most people WANT to see you step out of your shell and feel comfortable around them

take advantage of the opportunities they're giving you to spend time with them. they're inviting you because they want you to come and participate! in the very least, show that you are interested in hanging out with them so that they don't mistake your anxiety with you just not wanting to hang out, because after a while they might get the idea that you're not interested and stop inviting you. not because they don't like you, but because they don't want to put you in a position where you're agreeing to things you don't want to do out of a sense of obligation or something

if you feel comfortable enough to do it, go ahead and let someone in the group who you like know that you have anxiety! i used to think that i had to keep all of my mental issues a secret, because it was such a shameful thing to admit or the people i admit it to would just mock me for feeling the way i do (i have a mean judgmental family so that fear definitely comes from a real place) but you're in university! if you let them know, "sorry if i'm really quiet and awkward, i have anxiety that i've been trying to control by making new friends" then i pretty much guarantee you'll get at LEAST one person who will understand. and it could answer some of their questions too. like maybe they've wondered why you're quiet or awkward around them and came to the conclusion that you don't like them or something but with this new knowledge "oh they're anxious! then maybe they don't dislike us after all!"

i know this is all still very scary and difficult to do. i can give advice until the cows come home but i'm pretty awful at following said advice myself.

social interactions are HARD. so so hard. i've struggled with them my entire life and really only managed to form relationships with people who did the hard work of pursuing that friendship with me while i just kinda awkwardly relaxed into it over a period of time. even now, i start sweating when i think about how to make small talk with the cashier at walmart. my partner brought his friend home to play videogames the other week and when they showed me a clip of their playing that they thought was funny, i awkwardly said "aw cute" and had to go lie down to recover from the embarrassment of calling something like a motorcycle racing game "cute". 🤦‍♂️

We gotta take a step out of our head, babe. Not every encounter is a life or death situation, no matter how hard your anxiety tries to convince you it is.

Cut yourself some slack! Making friends is hard and I envy the people who can do it easily. surely they have some sort of super power because wow, amazing, superb

But also, if you struggle so much with your social anxiety and you're not yet seeing a therapist, i highly recommend you find one! there's a possibility that your anxiety could be treated in some way. there might be a medication that works really well with you or even just talking to a professional will give you a new perspective to act as the starting point of you becoming a social butterfly absolutely drowning in friends

i know it's difficult. and scary. but your classmates are throwing you a rope! grab it and crawl your way up to those friendships, Babe. they're not doing it out of pity or obligation. they're doing it because they want you to feel comfortable and less alone. have a little faith in humanity. people are so much kinder and more inclusive than you know 🖤

any time you get some thoughts like "they probably hate me. they probably make fun of me behind my back. they probably only invite me because they feel bad for me" just go ahead and ask yourself "would I be thinking that about someone else in the group?" if you wouldn't, then they probably aren't thinking that about you 🌈

you can do it! I believe in you!

cut yourself some slack, you're doing AMAZING and i'm proud of you 🖤🥰

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midnight-lightning · 4 years

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Of fanboys and soldiers

Summary: A mission goes horribly wrong and now Bucky’s life is in your hands

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: blood, mention of surgery, Angst, Fluff

"Look, who I found outside!" Natasha was walking into the kitchen, beside her a slightly nervous grinning Peter Parker, who's eyes strangely wandered off and on like he was searching for something. "Hello, Miss - erm Y/N," he stuttered, giving you a shy smile, then he seemed trying to find a position to stand in, not wanting to appear awkward- which he managed without real success. This boy was just adorable. You tried your best to hide your amusement behind a polite smile and rather pointed at the table you were sitting at, inviting him to join you. Maybe some company would be nice. "Want a pancake?" Peter's eyes brightened up for a second when he saw all the food in front of him, pancakes, fruits, yoghurts, fresh bread... everything that was needed to feed the stomachs of several avengers who lived in this - Tony's - house or at least all of them who were at home at this time. "Oh, no, no I probably shouldn't," he declined while he bashfully scratched the back of his head. "Kid, you're family. Now sit down and eat," you insisted and Peter - obviously touched by being called family - tentatively decided to join you at the breakfast table. Meanwhile Natasha- who had watched this scenario with obvious entertainment- pushed herself off the frame of the door and walked out. "Enjoy your meal, kids!" Kids? Excuse me? You leaned back in your seat to see her properly in the hallway before you shouted dryly, "We will! So sad you can't join us!" Poor Nat had to set out for a meeting together with Tony; it involved something about politics, Avengers something like that. Boring stuff. But the second she turned her head back to you, you flipped your chair straight again to avoid receiving any ... not very nice things. Or very hard things. And Nat could aim. Too good. On the other side of the table you noticed that Peter suddenly seemed more relaxed and less nervous now. He still hadn't touched any food, though. You squeezed your eyes in suspicion. "Peter Parker, are YOU nervous because of Natasha?" Poor boy didn't have to say anything, his shocked face and slightly reddened cheeks told everything. "Me? No, of course not! I mean... she's a little ... intimidating. You know what I mean? N-Not in a mean way but- sorry," he stuttered looking down on his plate. "Why are you laughing?" Immediately you stopped, not wanting to hurt his feelings or anything, nor to get blustered over by Tony afterwards for insulting his son. Besides you really didn't wanna see him uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, Kid. It's just - never mind." You watched him taking a big bite of his chocolate pancake and then humming in enjoyment. Speaking of Tony... "You know your Da- ugh Tony isn't here today, right?"

You made a face. It had already been so common within you Avengers that Tony and him were practically considered father and son that some slippers like that happened sometimes. Though you knew Tony had stopped bothering after a time, you didn't know how Peter would react to hear your inside nicknames for them. Whether he noticed or not he didn't show it, instead Peter lowered his third pancake and looked again kind of embarrassed. "I was - erm actually hoping I would see Bucky."

You lift a brow in surprise. "Bucky?" Have they ever even really met? But nonetheless he and Steve were on a mission in Canada right now and will not return in the next days. "Yeah, I feel like I need to apologize to him. You know for what happened at the airport." Oh. Yes. There they certainly did meet. Your heart swelled up at his statement and you realized there couldn't be any purer angel on earth than him. "Oh, Pete," you sighted. "You really do have a heart of gold, you know that? But I'm sure he never took offense at any of this,” you reassured him. "You see, he was rather shocked at how young you had been." "Wait, he has actually talked about me?" Peter seemed genuinely shocked about it, after literally being Tony's secret ace up his sleeve and kicking their asses all the way. He was seriously surprised people talked about him.

"Ohmygodthatssocool!" He chattered and you let out an amused laugh at his enthusiasm. We've found a fan boy!

If only Buck could hear this right now; See that there are so many people out there who cherished and admired him. People beside you and his best friends.

"Like the winter soldier! Or no, I shouldn't call him like that, he’s more like the white wolf! Bucky Barnes! I would literally-" "QUICK! WE NEED HELP!" Peter's speech was abruptly interrupted by loud voices coming from the entrance.

Alarmed you immediately stormed out of the kitchen, leaving knocked over chairs and dishes behind. You didn’t feel the need to be careful right now because it had been clearly Steve’s voice shouting for help, who shouldn’t have been here for another two days. Unless something had utterly gone wrong. The first thing you noticed, was the huge amount of blood covering up the ground on which Steve stood. The man himself looked like shit. Beaten up with bruises and even burns all over his body.

But leaned on his shoulder, was Bucky and he didn’t even look alive anymore.

Barely audible his name escaped your lips, while your heart stopped beating.

Within a second you were next to him, cupping his face in your hands only to wince at how cold the skin beneath your fingers felt.

Your eyes flickered over his pale skin, over his slightly turning blue lips and his eyes which twitched around the room, not focusing on anything. He was barely even conscious.

His face too was beaten up and burnt, a piece of his eyebrow was missing. But the worst was definitely the bullet wound in his abdomen that made him lose too much blood right now. It was everywhere.

Oh god all this blood.

You were losing your mind.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry

Y/N, calm down. You got this. He needs you.

This all happened within the few seconds you needed to get a grip on yourself.

With a pounding heart you took a deep breath while switching in your professional Doctor mode.

“What happened?” You asked Steve while you slipped to Bucky’s other side so the both of you could carry Bucky into the treatment room.

“We were already on our way back home, thinking we already got everything covered,” Steve started to explain, sounding out of breath. “When they literally appeared out of nowhere. God, everything went so fast then. They were so many. And suddenly they were shotguns and explosions everywhere. And Bucky, this idiot, felt the need to safe me from a bullet.”

Yes, that sounded like the Bucky you knew, always ready to sacrifice himself for people he cared for.

“The hospital was too far away, didn’t want to take the risk, so I brought him back here. I just didn’t know If he … if he would make it any longer.”

You nodded, taking the information in. “He will. He will, Steve.” You answered firmly, but you weren’t sure if you were convincing him or rather yourself.

Carefully the both of you placed Bucky on the treatment table and instantly you reached for the nearest towel you could find. You ripped open his shirt to have a better look at the bullet wound and enough room to apply pressure to ease the blood flow.

Bucky groaned out of pain, making you wince. “I’m so sorry, Buck, but I have to do this.”

Suddenly his hand grasped your wrist.

You froze.

“Y/N?” Barely even a whisper, but you still heard him. His eyelids flattered, struggling to stay awake.

A little relief washed over you face, hearing his voice. At least he had still the strength to talk.

Softly you put his hand back on his chest. “Shh, save your strength, alright? I need you to hold on, love.”

When you looked up you noticed that Bruce had already arrived in the room, clearly shocked at the view. Still, once he got a picture out of the whole situation he went over to you and without a further question just took a new towel and kept applying pressure on Bucky’s wound instead.

That gave you the time you needed to gather every tool you will need for the small operation. Thereby you lifted your head to Steve and Peter who were watching the scenery with both fear and concern. While Steve looked a bit more stabled Peter turned alarmingly pale himself. He shouldn’t be seeing that right now.

“Steve? Are you in a stable condition right now? Or do you have a serious inju-“

The Captain immediately shook his head. “No, no I’m fine. Please, Bucky is more important in this moment.”

You nodded, your eyes flickering to Peter for a second. “Pete, I need you to leave this room. I don’t want you to witness this.”

The poor boy seemed to be in quite a shock but Steve put his arm around his shoulder and gave you a forced smile. “I’ve got this, Y/N.”

With a last, worried look to his best friend, he and Peter left the room, leaving you and Barnes alone.

You moved the table with the tools next to where Bucky lay, reaching for the Anesthetic injection when you noticed the blood on your hands.

His blood.

It was everywhere.

His blood.

He was dying.

You could lose him.

His blood.

Suddenly you felt warm hands covering your trembling fingers, startling you but bringing your mind back to earth. Bruce gave you a small smile but nodded sternly and internally you just wanted to slap yourself. Yes, he would die if you keep sitting here! You had done this over a thousand time, get a grip, Y/N!

But it just never had been Bucky’s life you needed to safe…

Bruce gave you a sympathetic but reassuring smile, before he gently took the syringe out of your hand. While he injected it to Bucky you took the time to prepare everything – yourself included - for what was coming.

“You got this?”

You nodded, not saying anything.

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The next few hours you could easily call the worst of your life.

Bucky’s pulse had become even weaker, his vitals worse. His whole life was literally in your hands. You didn’t dare to imagine what would happen if his heart would just stop beating, you couldn’t because then you would start to lose your mind and then you would have a breakdown and then no one would be there to safe him.

So you gave your best in removing the bullet out of his body, stopping the bleeding, sewing the wound.

You and Bruce had done everything you could possibly do.

Now the wound was fully treated and bandaged. Bucky’s face was cleaned, the burns creamed.

You were exhausted and drained on a new level, but by god, you couldn’t let yourself sleep right now. You weren’t even able too.

Not when Bucky, your Bucky was lying here, barely having escaped death.

Bruce had gone to bed a couple of hours ago, of course only after he had helped to take Bucky over to his room. Thanks to the serum in Buck’s blood, which ensured that he didn’t need any infusions, he could lay vacantly and comfortable in his bed.

You sat next to him on a chair, watching his peacefully resting face. Fondly you brushed some hair out of his face.

HE had finally gained a little more colour and even his heart rate was normal again, giving you hope that he’ll finally be awake soon.

“Please, come back to me,” you whispered while you gently brought his hand up to you lips, putting a soft kiss on it.

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You must have felt asleep because the next thing you knew Steve was entering the room, a frown on his face.

“Bucky is stable now,” you murmured still half asleep, trying to hide the yawn that escaped you.

Steve chuckled. “Yes, I got it the other twenty times you’ve said that today, too. I’m more concerned for you, Y/N.”

“Me? But how are you feeling? I see Bruce had done a good job on your own injuries.”

“Don’t try to change the topic. You know what? You go and get some deserved sleep, while I watch over him, alright?”

“But if anything happens- “you protested.

“I’ll make sure to call you,” Steve promised, a soft smile on his lips, before he shooed you out of the room.

As soon as the door closed behind you, you knew you couldn’t go back to sleep. Not when he wasn’t in reach anymore.

So you paced around the rooms, cleaning anything that was in sight, just to keep your thoughts from the endless racing ‘what ifs’. Friday updated you with every small information or change or anything that concerned Bucky’s health.

When you entered the kitchen you were surprised to find Peter was still here, eating Tony’s inventories of his favourite cookies. This time it was you who joined him.

Apparently he couldn’t sleep either so the next few hours you let yourself get distracted by Peter’s entertaining stories and little jokes, until the end of Steve’s shift drew to a close.

Carefully, not wanting to make any loud noises you opened the door to Bucky’s and yours shared room, Peter who wanted to visit Bucky too, was right behind you.

The early morning sunshine shined through the window right on Bucky’s peaceful features. It made him look like an angel. Though it would be beautiful any other time, now it just made your heart clench.

With a very exhausted face Steve stood up from the chair he was sitting at and ran his hand through his messy hair, while he still managed to give you a hopeful smile.

“How is he?” You asked him, while you slowly approached Bucky’s bed.

Steve cleared his throat. “His vitals are still fine. Bruce came a couple of hours ago to take a few tests. Everything looked good.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I thought you promised me…” You turned around to the Captain reproachfully and a little hurt but he just looked slightly guilty.

“Y/N, have you seen yourself? I wanted to let you sleep at least for a while.”

Peter, who noticed the uprising tension between you caused by the lack of sleep, immediately stepped in. “But when’s he gonna wake up?”

“I don’t know, Pete.” You shook your head, wrapping your arms around your chest.

“But- But it’s a when, right? Not an if?”

“Of course, Pete, I-“

“How long are you guys going to stand around my bed like a bunch of creepers?”

You whirled around. “Bucky...”

There he was… even though he just woke up he already had this amused glint in his blue eyes, watching you all.

With a racing heart you knelt down on the ground in front of where he lay. While you gently put a hand on his forehead to see if his fever vanished you tried to hold your tears back. “How are you feeling?”

Bucky used his hand to put it on top of your own before he grinned weakly. “Well, my eyebrow hurt.”

You chuckled and managed a teary laugh. “Oh? Just your eyebrow?”

Considering there was nearly nothing left of his right eyebrow…

You moved a little as Steve knelt down beside you, giving a little space. “You gave me quite a fright there, pal.” He stated, looking just as relived as you felt. “You know I’ve had everything under control.”

Bucky laughed at this, clearly not believing anything. “Yeah sure. I’ve hear this one over 70 years ago, too, you know.”

Suddenly his eyes locked on something behind you and it was a moment of realization lasting only a split second. When you turned around to see what had caught his attention you noticed Peter who had appeared in the door frame, looking a little bit embarrassed by all the eyes laying on him.

“Surprised to see you here, Spider kid,” Bucky said to which Peter’s eyes widened.

“You- you do really remember me?”

“How couldn’t I? Your attack was quite surprising at the airport. With those sticky ...” Bucky tried to intimate peter’s movement, struggling for words.

“Nets. Spider nets,” Peter explained with an excited and proud grin.

“You made them yourself?”

You looked over to Steve who had been watching their conversation in delight and the both of you shared an amused grin about the fan boy. You decided to give them turning friends a little space.

“You’ll be okay?” you mouthed and when Bucky gave you a reassuring nod you and Steve left the room for a while.

You went to the kitchen where you prepared some sandwiches and something to drink for everyone and put them on a tablet.

Steve sat down on a chair at the kitchen isle removing some leftover cookie crumbs. “Did Bruce finally go to bed?”

“Yes, fortunately. Though, I don’t think it will last any longer. He’s Bruce after all.”

The whole night he had stayed awake taking care of all of you, bringing blankets, food, coffee, treating Bucky… He was a real hero.

“And you should go, too, you haven’t really slept in more than 30 hours,” he said in a stern tone.

“Take a sandwich, Steve.”

“And I know you weren’t sleeping during my shift!” He protested but took the sandwich nevertheless.

You held both your hands up in defense. “Alright, alright! You got me there. Let me just- “A pleading look to the door that lead to Bucky’s room and he understood.

“Yeah, yeah, sure go ahead but I’m watching you.”

With raised eyebrows but still smiling you made your way over to Bucky again, though not without shouting over your shoulder, “You’re not my Dad, Steve!”

You walk in on Peter and Bucky laughing about something; Peter still with a bright, joyful grin on his face. Delighted for this conversation with his hero.

With a smile on your lips you leant against the doorframe and watched the scenery. Bucky was obviously still weak and tired yet you could still see the amusement in his eyes. It meant a lot for him that this boy admired him. While there’s certainly a lot of respect from Peter’s side, there’s not a bit of fear, just honest curiosity.

As soon as Peter noticed you he said a quick goodbye to Bucky and wished him a good recovery, then he hurried out of the room, leaving the both of you alone.

Bucky meets your eyes and you just stopped, and of course you couldn’t help but admire the loving and tender expression in his beautiful blue eyes.

“Hey there,” you whispered softly.

“Hi, doll.”

Slowly you made your way to sit on the edge of his bed. “Peter’s an adorable kid, isn’t he?”

A small laugh escaped his lips and made your heart beat double.

“Indeed, he is. I like his spirit.”

A moment of silence occurred in which the both of you just looked at each other.

“You quite scared me there, Buck,” you then stated, not trusting you voice to speak any louder than a whisper.

“Yeah, I didn't expect to return to you this way, either.”

“How are you feeling?” You placed a hand on his right cheek. “And now please be honest.”

Bucky took a deep breath before he closed his eyes and put his own hand on top of yours. “I’m feeling way better than you think, doll. Don’t be concerned.”

You frowned in astonishment. He’s got nerves. “Don’t be concerned? Love, you’ve just been hit by a bullet. You have cuts and bruises and burns all over your body! How can I not be concerned? Why - why are you looking at me like that?”

He was looking at you in a way as if he didn’t hear a word you just said. Bucky just laid there, smiling, while he lifted a hand to your cheek and gently struck it.

“I’ve missed you.”

Bucky moved to sat up halfway and you just opened your mouth to protest to no move or the stitched will reopen, when he was already pulling you in to a soft kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut and as always your whole body and mind said good night.

“Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day,” he murmured in between your lips.

Then don’t stop, was all you wanted to say, but you realized his health was more important right now. So you removed yourself a little and wanted to look reproachfully but honestly you couldn’t help with this man. “You’re still looking rather pale, love, you should stay in bed for a while. I’ll bring you food.”

But the moment you let go of him he pulled you further down again so you were now leaning against his side.

Immediately you protested. “You’re injured, Buck. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m still fit enough for this,” he replied cheeky while laying his arm around you. Snuggling into him, always careful not to hurt him somehow, you were about to close your eyes and just enjoy this moment, when a chuckle made you rip them open again.

Peter stood in the door frame, a mischief grin on his face.

“Oh, and Mr. Bucky?

Your eyebrow looks lit, by he way!”

#Bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #avengers #avengers imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #avengers x you #avengers x reader

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viola-ophelia · 3 years

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Hi could I have a ship with a character from LOTR, Marvel and Harry Potter please. My pronouns are she/her and I'm straight. I'm 5 foot 5 with light brown hair, I don't have the best eyesight but have extremely good hearing. I look much younger that I am which is quite annoying. I love drawing, reading and learning about history. I'm very shy and find it hard to open up to people but can also be very stubborn. I love the outside and investigating hidden places. Thank you

hi! thanks for the ask!

for LOTR, i ship you with samwise gamgee!

sam is definitely the underrated hero of the fellowship, which is why i think he’d be drawn to a shy yet genuine person like you! you’re both stubbornly caring and love the outdoors, so many of your superficial traits line up well, but what sam loves most about you is how down-to-earth your personality is. authenticity is something he values hugely, having struggled terribly when frodo decided to ally with the deceptive gollum - so your slight awkwardness and trouble opening up to new people is much more attractive to him than any smooth-talking charmer, because it shows how much you truly care. your youthful look would also be beautiful in his eyes, as many hobbits retain a level of innocence and childish whimsy throughout their lives. though sam’s more drawn to physical hobbies like gardening, your passion for books and history begins to enchant him when he notices how excited it gets you, and soon he’s just as fascinated with the legends of both earth and middle-earth as you are. your relationship is rooted in simple pleasures and humble blessings - after all is said and done and the ring has been destroyed, sam is content to go back to a peaceful life in the shire, needing nothing more than personal assurance that he’d done the right thing and you by his side.

for marvel, i ship you with bruce banner!

bruce is a man with many personal hang-ups, but despite his often over-critical view of himself, he is truly a kind and gentle person at heart, making him a perfect match for you! having had to adjust to and make peace with his alter ego was a huge struggle for him and something he initially tried to keep secret from the world, so he absolutely relates to your shyness and hesitation to open up to others. when you first discovered his secret, you stubbornly insisted that bruce had nothing to be ashamed about, a reaction which he’d never heard from another person before - after that, he simply couldn’t stop himself from falling for you. the beginning of your relationship is tentative and maybe a little rocky, as bruce is so scared of accidentally hurting you; you’re so much smaller than you in hulk form, and he’s haunted by worries about your poor eyesight making it impossible for you to escape him quickly enough. but something that only you truly understand about bruce - and something which even he is slow to accept - is that even as the hulk, he’s still the same person who loves you; “the other guy” is no monster, just the physical representation of the anger which he feels toward himself. as bruce famously says, he’s always angry, but he’s always loving too. your struggles as a couple end up helping you both master your insecurities, which is so powerful.

for harry potter (cursed child era), i ship you with scorpius malfoy!

scorpius is known for being a bit of a nerd and a loner, something which you feel you can relate to - like you, he loves to learn and is often on his own when you two first meet, probably as study buddies at hogwarts. you’re surprised by how outgoing and even charming he is when you first work up the courage to approach him - but you quickly learn that this is just a front for his insecurity; secretly, scorpius feels bad about having few friends, but is so thrilled that you want to talk to him that he’ll do anything to keep you around. as a result, the start of your relationship is awkwardly clingy, overwhelming your own shy nature and causing you to briefly pull away. eventually, though, you fall into a rhythm that works beautifully, with his tendency to talk and talk perfectly balancing out your quietness. you begin to learn how nuanced of a person scorpius really is; funny and exuberant, but also vulnerable, running off of a nervous energy that stems from constantly chasing attention and love that he rarely gets. you’re a much calmer presence than he is, but sharing a fascination with information, discovery, and the arts means you’ll never run out of things to discuss - ultimately, if you’re willing to devote yourself to him, you’ll gain the most loyal partner you could ask for.

#lotr #lotr matchup #lord of the rings #samwise gamgee #sam gamgee #marvel #marvel matchup #mcu matchup #mcu #bruce banner #hulk #harry potter #harry potter matchup #scorpius malfoy #viola-ophelia's matchups

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lauwrite1225 · 3 years

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Somebody to die for.

Finan x OC; The Old Guard inspired Alternative Universe

Summary : Victoria’s life is rather simple until she has a car accident from which she ends up miraculously unscathed. A series of weird events animates her daily life, everything seemingly bringing her to a strange man. Until this very man knocks at her door.

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A/N : Happy F- SIHTRIC SUNDAY!! I'm so sorry for the time it took to publish, but I had a lot of classes and the person that proofread my chapters usually was very busy, so i have to thanks @osferth for proofreading this week💕💕 Anyway! There it is! Thank you so much for all your comments and likes and so sorry again for being late D: 💕

Warnings : mention of deaths

Chapter 7 : Je suis le roi, le roi des cons

“Are ya sure it’s here?”

“Yes I am. I saw the name of this supermarket and there’s no one else around.”

Finan sighs annoyingly, leaning back in the driver’s seat, his fingers drumming impatiently on the gear level. They have been waiting in the back parking of the Carrefour for three hours now, looking for the woman they are suspecting knows Osferth. They arrived in France two days ago, and Victoria couldn’t help the surprised look she gave to Finan when she realised how good he was speaking french.

“French women find the accent sexy when I speak french and others find speaking french hot.” He explained after they asked their way to a woman who gave him a gracious smile after.

“Oh, a real benefit then.” She commented, pretending to be impressed, even if she might be part of the other women.

Finan grinned broadly. “Indeed.”

Another thing that this time didn’t make her laugh, was Finan’s skills when it comes to stealing a car. She never felt more nervous than when he asked her to check if no one was coming while he was trying to start the car.

“Maybe she doesn’t work today.” He mumbles under his breath but Vicky ignores him when she spots a woman coming out of the back door.

“Oh Christ, I think it’s her.” She exclaims, taping Finan’s arm to have him look.

The woman walks away from the door, looking at her phone while searching something in her bag. “Alright, I'm goin', stay in the car.” He says, opening the door as Vicky rolls her eyes, tired of always having to wait in the car.

“Bonne chance!” She tells him with her best french accent, looking forward to how he'll convince the woman to tell them where Osferth is. (Good luck!)

Finan rolls his eyes and closes the door. She immediately opens the window to try to hear something, even if she doubts being able to understand half of the conversation, but at least their tones would give her a clue on how well it's going.

“Excusez-moi de vous déranger!” He calls the woman and she immediately looks up to him with furrowed eyebrows. (Sorry to bother you!)

Victoria leans forward, trying to see the woman's expression as Finan and her talk. She seems on her guard, looking around and her hand playing with her car's keys. She shakes her head and starts to walk away but Finan catches her back, grabbing her arm. Doubting he will succeed with how reluctant the woman is, she opens the car and joins them, taking her sketchbook with her. When he notices her approaching, the Irishman lets go of her arm while she studies Victoria with the same distrust that she has for Finan.

“She says she doesn't know him.” He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I don't know who the hell you are talking about.” She confirms with a light French accent, though she keeps staring at Vicky awkwardly.

Victoria opens her sketchbook to a page where she drew Osferth and her on the next one. She gives her the work and her eyes widen. “You must know him, because he does know you.” She says in a soft but nonetheless determined tone.

The woman hesitates, looking between the two strangers and then back to the drawing. “How did you do that?” She asks Vicky.

“I've been dreaming of him, just like he probably does dream of me, right?” She tilts her head and at how the woman bites her lip, she knows she's right. Through her dreams she has learned that Osferth and she are close and that he told her his secret. Finan keeps thinking it was risky to trust the woman, but Vicky is confident.

“Are you like him?” She asks carefully, Vicky and Finan nodding immediately. “What do you want from him?”

Vicky glances at Finan for some sort of approval before answering. “He may be in danger, we need to talk to him.”

She runs her hand through her hair before giving back her sketchbook to Vicky, her expression conflicted between mistrust and worry. But she eventually sighs and accepts. “Alright, follow my car.”

Victoria huffs in relief while Finan mutters something in Gaelic. She stretches out her hand toward the woman with a kind smile. “I'm Victoria, and this is Finan.”

“Sophie.” She replies before they separate to join their respective cars.

Vicky can't help but smile widely once they are on the road, excited by the idea of meeting others like her. She dares to hope that this time, no one will die as when she met Finan. The thought amuses her and she turns to him to remind him of it, but she changes her mind when she notices how tensed his jaw is, his thumb tapping the steering wheel frantically. He is nervous again, like he has been since they arrived in France. He hasn't seen his friends for centuries and she supposes that he fears their rejection. Though she hopes that her presence could ease possible tensions.

When they stop at a red light, Victoria reaches for his forearm, her palm grazing over it until her thumb can rub the back of his hand. He turns his head to her and she didn't expect his intense dark gaze to leave her breathless. However she doesn't look away and gives him the most reassuring smile she is able to make, her fingers squeezing his wrist.

“It's going to be alright.”

His features seem to ease at her words and he let go of his grip on the steering wheel to shift his hand and grab hers, but before he can, the light is green again and a car behind urges them to move. Victoria removes her hand, looking away as she becomes aware of the heat in her cheeks.

They don't talk for the rest of the way. They quickly are driving through the countryside, still following Sophie close, and Vicky finds that it isn’t so different from England. After twenty minutes, she takes a small dirt road that makes the car tremble. They enter a thick pine forest and she has to hold the handle above the window’s door while the car struggles in the mud. But finally they reach a small clearing, an old stoned house standing in the middle of it. Sophie stops her car while a man, alarmed by the engine noises walks out of the house. The french joins the blond man and exchanges a few words that confuse him. Victoria gets out of the car and who she now recognizes perfectly as Osferth looks at her with wide eyes, but it's nothing compared to how his mouth drops when the driver door slams and he stares at Finan appearing behind her.

“Finan?” Osferth calls him, disbelieving.

The Irish warrior stops a few steps in front of Vicky, a tight and shy smile on his face, his eyes not daring to meet his friend's one. “Hi Baby Monk.” He greets him, waving his hand.

Osferth huffs a laugh before crossing the gap between them until he takes him in a strong embrace, letting Finan frozen by surprise for a second. He wraps his arms around his friend's shoulders, holding him tightly and Vicky can't help the way her heart melts at the scene.

“You are alive.” Osferth breathes, his hands holding Finan.

Finan chuckles. “I can hardly die, Osferth.”

The blond man opens his mouth, but finally gives him an awkward smile. Then, he turns to Victoria, studying her intently with his clear eyes. “How did you find me?”

Finan glances at Vicky, giving her a grin before looking back at his friend. “Through Victoria's dreams. She is just like us.”

Osferth makes another huff and softly smiles at her, which she gives another huff. “I thought it wasn't real.” He blinks a few times before motioning and designating the house. “Come, come inside.”

Osferth leads them inside, and Vicky can't help but whisper 'I told you' to Finan before they pass the front door. He rolls his eyes, but keeps smiling, so she squeezes his arm gently before taking place at the table Osferth points at. Sophie brings them glasses of water and finally sits next to Osferth, quite close in Vicky's opinion.

The former monk, if she believes what Finan told her about him, leans forward, his hands joined upon the table. “So, how did you two meet?”

Vicky puts down her glass. “Well, Finan followed his dreams, just like we did for you. One day he knocked at my door and killed himself in my flat.”

She can feel Finan offended glare at how she foretold their meeting. “That's a really short summary.” He comments, pointing a finger at her but speaking at their hosts' attention.

Vicky waves her hand. “The most important lines.”

Osferth and Sophie only nod slowly, the story sounding really strange in just a few words. Though, the blond shakes his head and turns to Vicky with a hint of curiosity making him narrow his eyes. “But how long have you been immortal? We've traveled all around the world and we have never found someone else.”

Vicky hesitates, so much happened in so little time to her that she isn't sure anymore. “Hum… About two months.”

“Oh… So you died in the car accident?” Osferth raises his eyebrows until she nods in agreement. “And, why are you here?” He asks, this time looking at both of them alternately.

Vicky glances at Finan, his smile now gone, and clear her throat. “Maybe you've seen it, but we've been attacked.”

“We don't know who they are but they were searchin' for Victoria, and they knew that she is immortal even if she talked about it to no one.” Finan explains, his hand moving with the glass still in it.

Sophie gives a sort of gasp and she grabs Osferth's hand. “You think they could search for us too?” The monk frowns.

Finan shakes his head and presses his index on the table. “I don't know, but if they've found her, they can find y'all too. You need to warn Uhtred and Sihtric, to tell them to be careful.”

“I can't warn them.” Osferth answers after a heart beat.

This time, it's Finan who frowns, letting go of the glass. “What?” He leans forward after a blink. “No, you must know where they-”

“I can't warn them, Finan.” He cuts across him. “Because Sihtric is gone and Uhtred… Uhtred is dead.”

The sudden silence is thick as Victoria falls breathless at Osferth's words. She can't believe what he said and she has to keep herself from asking him to repeat it. But the monk's tight expression, his jaw twitching and lips pinching, is enough to prove her that she heard him well.

“What? How's that possible?” Finan asks, confused.

“We don't know, but it did happen.” Osferth answers, looking down.

“When?”

He opens his mouth, searching words and Sophie holds his hand tighter but still tenderly. “It was during the Second World War. We were going to save prisoners from German soldiers. We were just the three of us, but Uhtred was determined and sure it would go as we planned. But it was a trap, there were no prisoners. So we ran away, they were shooting at us and we got separated. It took me two hours to find Sihtric. We searched for Uhtred and when we found him, he still hadn't come back.”

He makes a pause, taking a deep breath while tears roll down his cheeks, a reflection of those on Finan's face. But when Osferth struggles to speak through the deep sadness that his friend's loss provoked, Finan on the other hand still can't believe it, eyes wide and not even staring at the monk anymore. As Vicky blinks, she realises her eyes are wet too, of shock and compassion for her friend.

Osferth swallows before continuing his story. “We waited so long, under the rain, utterly wet and freezing like hell. But he never came back.” He wipes his tears with his sleeve.

“Sihtric?” Finan asks under his breath.

The monk sniffs and sighs regretfully. “We tried to stay together, but he was more and more distant. One day he just… He just left without a word.”

Finan nods but Victoria doubts he has accepted the information. He stands up, his hand flat on the table and his face dark, the chair squeaking as he does so. He is about to say something, the three others staring at him, but he just closes his mouth and leaves the house.

“I'm so sorry.” Vicky stammers, torn apart between Finan's pain that affects her more than she expected and the shock of the revelation. She rises from her chair as well, her hand waving toward the door. “I should go with him, see if he's fine.”

Sophie walks around the table and rubs her arm in a kind attempt. “Sure, go.”

When she is outside, Victoria perceives Finan crouched, gripping his hair fiercely, his back to her. She steps carefully toward him but he doesn't react until she runs her hand between his shoulder blades.

“I'm such an idiot.” He whispers barely audibly before he stands up, towering one head over Victoria of one head. She bites her lip at how much hatred is burning in his eyes, but the anger is only towards himself. “I'm a fuckin' idiot!” He shouts, gripping his shirt over his chest. “If I wasn't so stubborn. If I had searched for them before, maybe it wouldn't have happened, maybe I could have helped, maybe-”

“Finan that's enough.” She orders him, clasping her palms over his cheeks to force him to look at her. “Rewriting the past is useless, it will change nothing.”

“They were my brothers and I abandoned them.” He mutters guiltily.

She brushes back the hair falling over his forehead, resting her hand then on the back of his neck. “You're not responsible for what happened.”

He lets out some sort of strangled sob before leaning down, seeking the comfort of her embrace and she doesn't reject him. For the second time in a few days, she lets him cry on her shoulder, holding him tight. Her heart squeezes, thinking about the new wound Uhtred's loss is creating in the middle of the Irishman's heart already full of scars. He spoke to her of his friend and his adventures with so much pride and joy, describing the strong bond between them. She can only imagine the pain through the one she would feel if she learned Rebecca's death.

When he has calmed down, after long minutes, she stays with him while he smokes a cigarette, sitting on the floor, back against the car. “It doesn't make sense.” He mutters, smoke escaping his mouth.

Vicky glances at him. “Maybe we are just an anomaly?” She says, not really having thought about it before asking. “And our death has just been programmed in the wrong time.”

Finan huffs, closing his red and swollen eyes before raising his face to the now darkening sky. “That's crazy.”

“As if something hasn't been so far.” She shrugs before resting her head against his shoulder, closing her eyelids as well and remaining focused on Finan's slow breath.

“Thank ya.” He whispers, barely audible as the words mixed with his exhale.

“For what?”

“Bein' here.”

Tag : @for-bebbanburg @osferth @maggiescarborough @finansarms @dumbledoreisnotmyhubby @solinarimoon

#the old guard #the last kingdom #finan #finan the agile #tlk #fanfiction #finanxoc #somebody to die for

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getitinbusan · 4 years

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The Big Bang

Yoongi SMUT

Happy 4th of July to my Dirty Little American Friends

Nervous didn't even begin to describe it. Terrified, panic stricken, petrified, you were experiencing all of it.

Usually the one to calm your anxiety, you looked at your boyfriend, Yoongi was just as bad off as you.

"It's going to be fine, they'll love you because I love you."

You squeezed his hand trying to reassure him as much as yourself. "So because they have no choice?" He laughed a little.

"Fuck, you know I didn't mean it like that."

You pulled the car into the driveway and took a deep breath, "It'll be good... I promise."

Not that it wasn't awkward, it really was, but things were going smoother than expected.

Studying his English diligently since you'd met, he was trying really hard to make conversation. Standing back you watched him, beer in hand talking to your Dad as he grilled.

You loved him. He was so far from home, so far from his comfort zone but here he was, just for you.

Catching his eye you couldn't help but light up, he smiled at you as you made your way over.

"Try this," you held the fork to his mouth. "umm, It's good."

"It's mom's Dorito Salad."

"When we get home you should make it for Jeongguk, he'd love that."

Home, it sounded strange. Here you stood in the place you'd been born, surrounded by family and life long friends but it wasn't really home anymore.

He gave your waist a squeeze, "Everything okay?"

It was, as long as you had him it didn't matter where you were.

"Are you ready to get on the water?"

His smile grew, "Your uncle said I can use his fishing gear."

Exhausted from all activities it was definitely nap time.

Leading him up the hallway, your tiny dog followed in pursuit as you pushed the door open.

"And this is where the magic happens!"

He looked up and down the hall to make sure nobody was around before he caught your lips between his.

"I'm about to sleep in there, I don't want to know about it."

You pushed him back onto the fluffy duvet, "You don't have to be jealous baby, It's only ever been me and my imagination."

Swinging a leg over you straddled him as he laid back. "I was however hoping to change that this weekend."

Caught up in your words and hands you could feel him getting excited under you. Reaching to undo the top button of his shorts his hand grabbed yours and he moaned. "Stop teasing…"

"I'm not teasing, I'm committed to it."

"No...come on baby. I'm not disrespecting your parents like that. They don't want us sleeping together in their house."

"Do you always have to be the good guy Yoongi."

He nodded, "We're going to be together for a long time baby girl, I don't need to give them a reason to hate me."

Rolling off of him in a frustrated huff you could only manage an angry, "fine!"

He giggled, "Don't be a spoiled brat, I'll make sure you get properly fucked when the first opportunity comes up."

You leaned back into him for a kiss.

"I'm exhausted, go hang out with your sister so I can nap."

"I get it...I'm going...geez."

You flipped the light switch off and as you were about to close the door you stuck your head back in.

"I love you Yoongi, it really means a lot that you're here with me."

"I love you too peach now get the hell out, I'm tired."

He threw a pillow towards you but you closed the door at just the right moment. All you could hear from the hallway was him laughing, "I'm gonna get you next time."

You knocked on the door lightly, he'd been asleep for hours. The time change and the stress had caught up to you both.

Walking into the room you pulled the window shade beside the bed open. The sun was starting to go down but what light was left came in to illuminate his face on your pillow.

"Hey sleepy, we're going to go soon. It's time for my favorite part of the holiday!"

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Fireworks?"

"Yes fireworks!!!"

Arriving at the field everyone set up their chairs and blankets.

"You want to go up front?" he kept walking.

You pulled him back, "No, back of the crowd is always better."

Everyone was in their own world, coolers were stocked with snacks and alcohol and conversation flowed freely. The air was warm and the sky was growing dark as you sat holding hands.

"You can put your arms around me," you whispered. "Nobody's looking."

His mouth went up into a crooked grin, wrapping his hands around your waist the first firecracker sounded above you.

His eyes shone under the flare, he was so beautiful, relaxed, peaceful, happy. The illuminated display suddenly didn't seem important, you couldn't take it anymore.

Standing up you reached for his hand, "Come on." Grabbing the blanket you motioned to the tree line behind you.

Leading him up the path you pulled him into the denser section of the woods. It wasn't as loud and you could just make out the flashes through the leaves.

"What are you doing? Why aren't we watching fireworks?" His confusion was cute.

"You promised we could have sex when the opportunity came up remember?"

You kissed his neck knowing you'd need to break down some of his stubborn resolve.

"Baby I told you earlier, I can't... your parents."

"1. We aren't in their house. 2. Everyone's drunk and nobodies paying attention 3. It's always been a fantasy to have sex with fireworks going off...please Yoongi? I need you so badly."

He looked around assessing the situation then back at you.

"I wore this dress so you can get in and out nice and easy."

Raising the hem of the shift dress slowly up your thigh, you showed him your secret.

"I'm not wearing any panties."

He closed his eyes struggling with his dilemma but his cock was already leading the charge.

"I can't believe you're fucking doing this to me, if we get caught i'm telling everyone it was your idea."

"We're not gonna get caught I promise." You spread the blanket under the tree, "No one can see and because of the fireworks...no ones gonna hear you moaning but me."

Dropping to your knees you grabbed the waist of his shorts and pulled him closer to you. "Can I suck you for a bit?"

He was flustered, "I mean how much time do we have..it can't be that much...can it?"

His unusually shy reserve was turning you on.

"Just enough to get you hard.."

"You think I'm not hard? Jesus Y/N, I'm ready to blow"

Pulling down his zipper, he wasn't lying. His cock was at full attention and the light from the overhead explosions highlighted the dribbles of excitement on his tip.

The invigorating thrill of getting caught had you just as wet and excited as him. Licking your lips while staring up at him you wrapped your hand around his shaft and pumped him until he moaned.

"Did you miss this?"

He threw his head back as you wrapped your lips around him greedily sucking. It was urgent, rushed and hard, you had a small window of time before the smoke cleared and people scattered.

Popping off of him you laid back and lifted up the fabric of your dress. Exposed on the ground, you drew your finger over your clit enticing him. You felt dirty and you liked it. This place from your childhood, you needed to prove you'd outgrown it, that no matter how everything else had stayed the same you hadn't.

"Hurry, please Yoongi."

He got down and lay over you. Cautious no more he anchored himself into your wet waiting core. Everytime you made love he waited for your signal. With hungry eyes you nodded, "Fuck me, hard."

Moving quickly he pumped inside you. Rocking his hips forward against your clit, the wetness between you lubricated and heightened every sensation.

Glad for loud banging overhead the expletives dripped off your tongue as he pounded into you. The speed and intensity picked up and the cheering sound came through the trees. The finale of the show spurring on the most intense orgasm you'd ever had.

Not having the luxury of time on your side, you pulled yourselves together and ran back to your spot undetected. As the last of the lights dissipated into the night everyone gathered to leave.

"So what did you think of it Yoongi?" Your Dad patted him on the back.

"Well sir, I don't think I'll ever look at fireworks the same now that I've experienced a real 4th of July party."

#Yoongi smut #Min Yoongi #Yoongi #Bts smut #4th of july

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crossroadsimagine · 4 years

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Bleach, Bungo Stray Dogs, and Hetalia, hope that's alright! 5'5, straight female. INFP Capricorn. Extremely empathetic (both my biggest strength and weakness). I'm stupidly easy-going and it's extremely hard to offend me, I adore dark humor. It's also really hard to anger me, but when I do everyone's scared of me though I'm only ever angry at myself. At first I'm rather timid and unable to hold a conversation but I do warm up quickly and am rather bubbly. (1/2) ☆

☰ Matched with Alfred Jones (America)

Alfred will take an interest in you very early on and show a real interest in getting to know you from the moment the two of you meet. However, he doesn’t particularly show a romantic interest in you because he doesn’t immediately have romantic feelings for you, but you do catch his attention simply by your personality alone. He can come on pretty strong when it comes to getting to know you and he will include you in just about everything, trying to get you to go places with him though more in a group setting in the beginning rather than one on one.

Trying to get you to go places like the Zoo, amusement parks, festivals, the movies or just hanging out at friends houses for games or movie nights. In fact, he won’t really develop feelings for you until the two of you have known each other for at least a few weeks and has spent a fair amount of time with you. He will love how timid and kind of shy you are in the beginning, and he will love talking with you and breaking you out of your shell a bit, which you do warm up quickly and become quite cheerful and bubbly which he will love to see.

Once he develops feelings for you it doesn’t take him long to realize that he loves you and won’t waste much time asking you out, though before he does flat out ask you out, he will become more and more flirty and suggestive with you. Suggesting that you two would make a good couple, or that you would make a good girlfriend, his advances are all rather cute and even cheesy though. After a week or so of being more and more flirtatious with you he will ask you out in a pretty direct way, and pretty randomly too, he won’t make a big deal about asking you out and will behave normally, not seeming nervous or awkward about it and can even seem pretty confident about asking you out.

Once the two of you begin dating, he is very loyal, caring and supportive towards you from the very beginning, he really can be like your best friend especially if you open up to him and put an equal amount of effort into the relationship as well. He will never seriously pressure you to open up to him because you do tend to keep things to yourself when it comes to your own issues and emotions, even fairly self-deprecating.

Because of this he will not want to push you to open up to him or talk to him when something is bothering you or you are feeling down, he’ll be afraid of pushing you away from him if he tries to hard to get you to open up. But that doesn’t mean he won’t try a little bit at least, but he’s very gentle and somewhat childish about nudging you to talk or open up about your problems but knows when to stop.

While he is impatient at times, he is surprisingly patient with you when it matters or when he knows it has to do with something serious or important, like when it comes to your depression or anxiety. He is very protective over you because of your depression and anxiety and is very watchful over how others talk to you and treat you, whether its your friends, family, coworkers or strangers. He is will defend you and become rather argumentative and hostile towards anyone he feels isn’t treating you right, though he won’t immediately jump in because he’ll wait to see how you’ll respond and if you can handle things on your own. But if you don’t respond or stand up for yourself if someone is criticizing you, bullying you or even teasing you, but at the same time he won’t make a huge deal of it if it’s a small issue and you won’t really be bothered by it.

But he will not like feeling like anyone is getting away with hurting your feelings or possibly contributing to or making your anxiety and depression worse. He isn’t exactly the most knowledgeable when it comes things like depression but will learn from you and he will want to be helpful and know what he can do to help you through things when you are going through a tough time. Even if all he can do is stay with you or relax and have a lazy day at home eating snacks and watching movies together, no matter how small or silly something might seem to you if it will help you or comfort you he’ll be happy to do it.

Which you both love scary and supernatural things though you both get spooked relatively easily, so you really won’t have to worry about him teasing you for being easily scared. In fact, you being afraid can add fuel to his fear especially after watching a scary movie, to the point that you can both end up scared inside a blanket/pillow fort with flashlights.

He is very energetic and may see overly hyper at times but his energy is very focused purely on activities that interest him or catch his attention, he can become very lazy when disinterested in something or force to do something he doesn’t want to. At the same time, he can be pretty easy to manipulate into doing things, reverse psychology will work very well on him or even making a competition out of something can typically spark his interest.

It is really hard to anger you and it’s also very difficult to anger him as well and even when he does get mad he tends to get over it rather quickly, this means arguments between the two of you are pretty much non existent but that doesn’t mean the two of you won’t disagree about things, though these can usually be talked through peacefully and relatively easily.

He does show a lot of interest in you and the things you enjoy so he can bug you a bit when he sees you doing stuff like crafts or other hobbies you have. He can also be full of questions when it comes to stuff you are doing or things you have made, or even just questions about you in general. He is very affectionate and cuddly with you and develops a habit of picking you up especially during hugs, unless you absolutely hate being picked up or struggle.

Though he can also randomly pick you up bridal style or over his shoulder, usually when he wants to go do something with you and he’s really excited about it. He does have a tendency to be very spontaneous and may want to go do something as soon as the idea strikes him.

Over all he is deathly loyal to you and will go to the ends of the earth for you once he falls in love with you, he can get pretty jealous if you spend a lot of time with others particularly if its with anyone he doesn’t really like. He is very encouraging and supportive, not just of things you want to do but over your ideas, thoughts and behaviors. He will push you to do better and work to achieve any goals you set for yourself, but he is also very understanding and comforting whenever there are set backs or failures, always being there to help you and to pick up the pieces and help you move forward with him for the best future together.

☰ Headcanons Between you two

■ He can come across as rather clingy at times and will invade your personal space nearly any time he is around, but particularly when he wants your attention. Sitting close to you, hugging you, holding your hand, resting his head on your shoulder or your lap, etc.

■ Is not the best at picking out gifts for you or knowing what you would like but that doesn’t stop him from getting you presents and even surprising you with something at random times. Which can be anything from a stuffed animal, a key chain, coffee cup, candy, snacks, jewelry and everything in between.

■ While he is very affectionate, he doesn’t often instigate things further to sexual acts often without you showing some kind of interest or the mood seems right. This is simply because he doesn’t think to escalate things further most of the time.

■ Has a tendency to touch your head, hair and your hands a lot when he’s trying to get your attention or wanting to be affectionate with you, grabbing your hand to make you hold hands with him or touching your hair, chin or cheeks to get you to look at him. Especially at times when you are sad or feeling depressed.

☰ Other Possible Matches

● Shuhei Hisagi

Shuhei is very loyal, loving and considerate with you which makes him really patient and will not force you to do things or rush you to open up to him. Though it really doesn’t take him very long to open up to you, especially if you show an interest in getting to know him or if you ask him questions. He does show curiosity in learning more about you and is a really good listener, not only is he attentive when you talk but he remembers a lot of what you say especially when he knows its something important to you. He can nudge you and encourage you to try new things and do what you want in life, supporting you the whole way to achieve your goals no matter how big or small they are.

● Osamu Dazai

Osamu can have a rather dark sense of humor and can really make either dark or inappropriate comments at times, but in general he has a very upbeat attitude so most of his remarks won’t really seem serious. He is very loving, attentive and protective over you though he can seem a bit secretive at times, particularly if you ask him a lot of questions or press him to learn more about him. He has a way of not taking your questions about him seriously and can blow off a lot of questions or even change the subject. He is very encouraging and loving but has a tendency to tease you lightly when an opportunity arises like teasing you for getting scared easily. But he is very reliable and will have your back at all times.

#Hetalia #match up #bleach #bungou stray dogs #match ups #Valentine match up #Match up America #hetalia match up #Hetalia headcanons

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xmarveled · 5 years

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Stressed

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Exam season is coming up and to that you’re stressed would be an understatement. Luckily, everyone’s favorite friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is there to save the day!

Request: Requested by the lovely @waiting-for-motivation. Heyyy honeyy🌞 I don't know if you write for Peter Parker but could you maybe write an imagine where the reder is really stressed about her exams and breaks down because she think she can't do it and Peter cheers her up? Because I'm soooo afraid of my coming exams and I need fluffy Pete❤ Hope this makes you feel a little less stressed! And dw honey, you’re gonna ace that test!!

Warnings: FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFFFFF

A/N: Writing this got me all excited for Far From Home again!! If you want to request an Avenger x Reader, feel free to drop an ask, leave a comment below or send me a message! ^^

It’s been 3 hours since you started studying, and you were nowhere close to done. For the last 20 minutes, you’ve been staring at one page in your textbook, looking at the words over and over again until they became jumbled together in your useless brain.

Right now, you were staring at one particular formula that refused to commit itself to your memory. You were getting frustrated, especially since math was NOT your strong suit and you had an exam early tomorrow morning. “God damnit.” You muttered under your breath. “I am sick and tired of trying to find your “x” math. Just accept that she’s gone and move on!!” At that moment, your phone rang and you reached over to pick it up.

“Hello?” You mumble into the phone. “Y/N, where are you?” Came MJ’s voice. In the background, you could hear Ned talking excitedly about something, but you couldn’t make out what it was.

“Oh shit.” You say, suddenly remembering that you were supposed to meet up with the gang at the coffee shop down the street. “Sorry MJ, can’t today. Math is kicking my non-existent ass right now.”

“Oh...” Said MJ and you could almost picture her scrunched up eyebrows. “You sure you can’t make it? You could come later if you want.” You really did want to go down and see her, Ned and of course, Peter, but alas, math beckoned.

“I’d love to, but if I want any chance of passing this exam, I’ve gotta study. I’ll see you at school tomorrow!” You say, before hanging up.

MJ signed as she finished her call, walking back into the room Peter and Ned were in. She could hear them from the hallway and as usual, they were arguing about you.

“C’mon man!” Said Ned, clearly exasperated. “When are you gonna ask her out?”

Although she couldn’t see him, MJ could picture Peter’s face turning pink. “I told you! She doesn’t like me like that.” He said.

“Parker, have you seen the way she looks at you?” Ned demanded. “Ask her out and do it soon, or else some other guy will snatch her up.”

“What!? Who!?” Asked Peter, clearly panicked. “Alright, alright! I’ll ask her when she gets here.”

Before Ned had the chance to respond, MJ stroded into the room. Peter turned and looked at her with hopeful eyes, asking “Is she coming?” MJ shook her head. “She can’t. She has to study for her exam tomorrow.” The cheerful atmosphere in the room was instantly deflated by the news and Peter looked away, trying to conceal his disappointment.

“Oh...” He said, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “Did she say what exam she’s studying for?”

“Math I think.” Answered MJ.

“Math?” Said Peter, sitting straight up. “Did she say if she needed help or anything?” He asked, eyes starting to shine again.

“Nope.” Said MJ, propping herself down next to Ned.

Peter started to inch towards the door. “I’m-I’m just gonna go give her a call. See if she needs help. I’ll be right back!” He said before darting out the door, leaving MJ and Ned to exchange knowing smirks.

Half a hour later, you had still barely moved forward though your revision sheets. Finally, accepting that it was going to be a long night, you stood up to make a cup of coffee when your phone rang again. Your heart started racing when you saw that it was Peter and you picked up immediately.

“Hey Y/N!” You heard Peter say with his usual cheerful voice, making a smile appear on your own face despite your exhaustion.

“Hey Pete, what’s up?”

Peter felt his own heart skip a beat when you called him “Pete”, making his cheeks warm up again.

“I uh-, I heard that you were struggling with math.”

You signed, mentally cursing MJ for selling you out.

“Yeah. Math is really not going that great right now. It’s why I couldn’t come with you guys tonight.”

“I um-” stuttered Peter. “Do you um-maybe need some help?”

“Thanks for offering Pete, but it’s fine, if I go down, I prefer to go down alone.” You say, wondering if you were imagining how flustered Peter sounded.

“Oh well um-. It’s kinda too late for that.” He says.

You frown, confused. “What do you mean?” You ask.

“Well... I’m kind of outside your window right now.”

You spin around and see him exactly where he says he is, outside your window on your balcony, one hand holding his phone up to his ear while giving you an awkward wave with the other. You drop your phone and dash to unlock the door.

“Peter! What are you doing here?” You exlaimed.

“I’m your personal math tutor!” He says, laughing at your shock at seeing him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with MJ and Ned?” You asked.

“You’re more important.” He says, not realizing that he said it out loud before it was too late. Blushing furiously, Peter quickly asked “so what do you need help with?”

“Everything.” You groaned, heading back towards your chair. You felt him come up behind you and pointed at the question that was currently driving you insane. He leaned forward, taking a look at the sheet.

“Alright, so imagine this. Thor has 362 pop tarts. He splits them evenly between himself and his 3 friends and eats 3/4 of the remaining pop tarts. What does Thor have now?”

“Diabetes.” You mutter. Peter laughed, his breath fanning out on your neck, making goosebumps appear. Both of your laughs died down and you’re left staring at each other, noses almost touching. Up close, you could see the freckles dusted across his cheeks and his slender eyelashes that most girls only dream of having. Both of you looked away, cheeks flaming as your hearts pounded.

“This Thor guy must be really big.” Muttered Peter, drawing another laugh from you and he swears, it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

2 hours later, you and Peter were sprawled across your bed, both of you exhausted. With his help, you had (unbelievably) finished studying. Looking over at Peter, you whispered “thanks for helping me tonight.”

“No-no problem Y/N.” Peter whispered back, tripping over his words a little.

You gave him a drowsy smile back, closing your eyes as you felt exhaustion take over you. Meanwhile, Peter could only stare at your beautiful, sleepy face as he felt something warm spread through his chest. This close, he could see the little dimple in your cheeks that deepened whenever you smiled, which was often. He could see the birthmark on your forehead that you were so self conscious about, but to him, it didn’t matter. To him, you were perfect. The last of his self-control shattered when you sleepily nuzzled into his chest and he whispered “I like you Y/N, I really, really like you.”

Your steady breathing halted for a second before you looked up at him with glazed eyes. “I really, really like you too Pete.”

His eyes lit up like stars shining in the light sky and slowly, as if giving you time to pull away, he leaned down. You tilted your lips up and after months of shy glances and secret longing, your lips finally touched.

Fireworks exploded between both of your closed eyelids and both of your hearts felt so full that they might burst. Peter pulled you into his chest and you snuggled into him. It felt like coming home after a long day.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight Peter.” You whispered and thought that maybe, math tests aren’t so bad after all.

Ahhh!! I think I might have overdone the fluff a little. Hope you guys liked and good luck to those who have exams soon!!💜

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riahthewriter · 4 years

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Ever since I was young, I've had a secret fascination with Sesame Street and its many international spin-off series (don't ask me why, cuz I honestly don't know 😂). When I started creating fanfiction a few years ago, it was the first show I thought of writing about. Also, I had read the Elmabby (Elmo + Abby Cadabby) stories from a fanfic writer on Tumblr @rikareena, and I thought they were really good. I've made little short stories over the years, but now I want to write a continuous fanfic series. Below is the general description of the series, and the list of main characters (along with their pictures). FYI I like to be rather specific with my characters, so it's a bit of a read 😂😂😂. I'm having a bit of trouble starting it off, so I would really appreciate if you could please message me with some ideas. Thanks. 😊

Title: Sesame International School

Genre: Alternative Universe/Crossover

Premise: Different muppets from all over the world have been chosen to attend Sesame International School, a prestigious international boarding school in the heart of New York City. This series will cover typical adolescent topics (friendship, family, school, dating, puberty, etc) with a cross-cultural twist. The younger characters are in the seventh and eighth grades (navigating through junior high), and the older characters are high school freshmen (ready to make the best of the next four years).

Main characters, along with a mini biography:

Elmo Furchester (Grade 7): Raised in a military family, Elmo struggles to cope with his dad's frequent deployments. However, he is also optimistic and his disposition remains outgoing and cheerful. The Furchesters and the De Las Cuevases are close friends, especially because they are both military families, and Elmo and Rosita often confide in each other about their family struggles. Elmo enjoys singing, is an alto in the school choir, and recently began writing songs to cope with the stress in his life.

Rosita De Las Cuevas (Grade 9): Also raised in a military family, with a father who was wounded while serving overseas, Mexican-born Rosita often uses her guitar as a form of therapy. Vibrant and empathetic, Rosita aspires to be a singer and songwriter. She is a mezzo-soprano in the choir and is also part of the poetry club. As she begins high school, her father's health begins to decline and she and her mother are worried they might lose him.

Zoe Furrguson (Grade 7): Zoe aspires to be a famous ballerina one day. Her goal this year is for the director of a famous ballet company to notice her and offer her a chance to attend summer dance intensives. Zoe is very strong-willed and confident, but others often mistake her for being pushy and conceited. She has a special friendship with Elmo, but middle school threatens to complicate things between them.

Julia Dempsey (Grade 8): Julia is actually supposed to be in 7th grade, but she scored so high on the entrance exam that she was allowed to skip a grade. Life as a middle schooler with autism can be difficult. But while Julia struggles socially, she is a very talented artist. Her goal is to get one of her masterpieces in a museum one day.

Rudy Shaggford (Grade 7): Rudy is starting middle school without his big sister Abby (who's attending a special fairy school) by his side. But he does have his best friends Elmo and Zoe by side. Rudy is a bit shy, but an easily approachable and fun-loving kid. He's eager to find out what middle school has in store for him, and how he can be seen as an individual rather than just "Abby's little brother".

Kami Zwane-Pietersen (Grade 9): Hailing from South Africa, Kami is excited to return to the US and start high school at Sesame International. Overcoming many obstacles in life, Kami aspires to be a scientist and find a cure for all the world's illnesses. A born leader, she is the captain of the girls' soccer team, the president of the chemistry club, and a soprano in the choir. She is kind, giving, humble, very intelligent, and an amazing singer. But Kami has a secret: she is HIV-positive. Her best friend Zuzu is the only person at school who knows. But when a boy takes notice of her for the first time, Kami is worried about how her condition will affect her ability to be in an intimate relationship.

Zuzu Bonolo, South Africa (Grade 9): South African-born Zuzu was destined to be a star. Focused and determined, Zuzu loves acting and directing, and aspires to be a professional filmmaker and actress. Unsurprisingly, she is an active participant in the drama club. Her goal this year is to win the playwright contest and get the chance to write and direct her own play with chance of being discovered by a talent agent. Zuzu and Kami have been best friends since kindergarten, and they vowed to stay close forever. But will high school, filled with cliques and drama, mark the end of their friendship?

Lola Peludo (Grade 8): A spunky and active girl from Mexico, Lola is what one might call a Renaissance woman. She can sing, dance, act, play soccer, and even play a wide array musical instruments. Lola is the co-captain of the girls' soccer team. While she is friends with Kami, her talent in showbiz puts her in a heated rivalry with Zuzu.

Mahboub Masakh, Israel (Grade 8): A gifted musician who dreams of forming his own band someday, Mahboub is an Arab-Israeli boy with a passion for music. He plays the trumpet in the school band, and he spends his free time creating mixtapes with different kinds of sounds. He's a bit socially awkward, but music is how he really shines.

Zari El-Harak (Grade 9): Hailing from a small village in Afghanistan, Zari is fortunate to have parents who believe that both boys and girls have the right to an education. She aspires to become an international human rights lawyer and help persecuted individuals in Afghanistan and the rest of the world. She is an active member of the mock trial team and the captain of the debate club.

Sivan Ben Ami (Grade 9): Born in Israel to a Brazilian mother and Israeli father, an accident when she was younger left Sivan paralyzed from the waist down. Although she's been using a wheelchair for years, Sivan is sometimes frustrated with having a visible disability in an ableist society, but she is very determined not to let others think of her as "that girl in the wheelchair". She is the captain of the girls basketball team and she wants to be a famous basketball player and disability rights activist.

Businka Aderubaniyan (Grade 7): Raised in Russia by Nigerian parents, Businka often felt like an outcast in her small village just outside of Moscow. She is excited for her first year at Sesame International, and is an active participant in the school's multicultural club as well the dance team. She is energetic and will talk to anyone who will listen.

Kubik Volosatyy (Grade 9) Kubik and Businka were best friends back in Russia, but when Kubik started school at Sesame International two years ago, they gradually drifted apart. Practical and thoughtful, and an avid inventor, Kubik is the president of the robotics club.

#sesame street #sesamestreet #fanfiction #sesamefanfics #elmo #muppets

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hello! may i have a ship please? if they're not open, you can ignore this ^^ i really value alone time + recharging, but i love meeting new people and playing board games with friends. i'm an infp, really in touch with my artistic side, and perceptive when it comes to other's feelings or my surroundings. i love vanilla lattes + peach tea! i'm 5'1 but i love to be the big spoon and be someone dependable. thank you!! i'm a new follower & i love your blog

— :: 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃.

Are we... perhaps the same person? I relate to literally everything here, from your height down to your favourite drinks?? This is crazy... Ahh, but enough about me, I think you would be the perfect match for Doyoung!

»» ──────　[*:. ☁︎ .:*]　────── ««

— GETTING TO KNOW KIM DOYOUNG.

As I’ve said once before, Doyoung can involve himself in large social scenes, but he really values the time he has by himself, just chilling, napping or doing whatever to get him refreshed.

So in that aspect, you two are very much alike.

He’s not very open unless you’re close, so he may come off as stand offish or intimidating when you first meet him.

He doesn’t strike me as a board game kind of man? He would probably get bored pretty quickly if nothing in the game piques his interest.

But when Johnny invites you over and you guys end up laying out a board game to kill time, Doyoung uncharacteristically decides to join in.

Maybe it was the cute way you were dressed, or the sense of warmth and comfort he found himself drowning in the second he sat down crossed-legged across from you that lured him in.

He’s smiling softly to himself as you greet him kindly, seemingly eager to befriend and get to know him yet still maintaning boundaries and keeping a safe distance from him, wary of his intentions. You’re careful yet kind. He likes that.

He doesn’t quite know why, but you’ve piqued his interest, and he ends up playing the entire game fom start to finish.

Doyoung’s not much of a smooth talker, but with a bit of a nudge from Johnny, he manages to obtain your number.

Your relationship blossoms slowly from there. Doyoung isn’t someone who’s itching to jump from one thing to another. His feelings for you develop slowly, but they’re strong and he confesses to you after he’s really given it a thought.

Won’t bring you somewhere grand. He’ll just bring you to his favourite café, buy you a vanilla latte and lay out his feelings for you plainly, as if he’s saying, “The ball’s in your court, now you decide what to do with it.”

Despite his cool façade, Doyoung is still is a bit nervous.

— DATING KIM DOYOUNG.

Like I said, Doyoung likes his alone time, and he likes it even better with you. He can just talk to you for ages, or turn on a movie and cuddle. And when either of you really just want alone time without any conversation, that’s fine too. You guys can just chill in each other’s company without feeling awkward. You respect each other’s individual time, and aren’t constantly stuck to each other like glue.

He admires your artistic side. He’s not too gifted in that department himself, so he finds joy in watching you create your pieces. It’s intriguing, and he’ll definitely make you a cup of coffee as you work.

It might not be as good as that latte you had the day he confessed, but he tried his best.

Doyoung thinks your favourite drinks really suit you. The vanilla latte is sweet and creamy, yet has a bitter edge to it. The peach tea reminds him of you because whenever he leaves a short kiss to your lips, your cheeks adorn this adorable peachy pink colour that has his heart soaring.

Though you two are dating, and Doyoung has started to open up more to you, he’s still a bit secretive with his feelings to a certain extent.

He might not be vey willing to share his problems or struggles since he doesn’t want to burden you with them.

He’s surprised when after he’s returned home after a strenuous day, you ask him if he’s okay, genuine worry creasing your eyebrows. He hadn’t been obvious about it at all, yet you somehow manage to know that he’s not in the best of moods.

And when you do it again, and again, and again, he knows it’s no longer a coincidence. He realises that you’re fantastic at reading other people’s emotions. When he asks you about it, he’s touched that you know his cues and all his little habits which are the indicators to his mood.

You’re very dependable, and Doyoung finds himself falling even deeper in love with you as he realises it. He knows he can count on you if something has happened or if he needs a little loving.

He wants you to be able to depend on him too so, he tries to pick up on more things about you. Since he’s not great at showing his affection through physical means, he wants to be there for you mentally as much as you are for him.

Doyoung is the King of Consent.

He needs at least a little nod or hum of confirmation before he initiates any sort of intimacy with you. He doesn’t want those kinds of things to be only satisfactory for him, he wants you to feel good too.

He won’t be upset with you if you reject his advances. Sometimes, you’re just not in the mood for it (which is something he can totally understand) and it has nothing to do with him.

But if you seem distant or deny him all the time, he’ll confront you. Not because he’s angry at you, (although he’s a little sad, understandably) but because he wants to know if he did something wrong or if something else is bothering you.

He’s a bit shy to admit it aloud, but you know that he likes being little spoon sometimes, especially after a rough day. He likes having the feeling of your arms around him and your warmth pressed against his back. Don’t get him wrong, he loves to be big spoon too, but something about being little spoon makes his eyelids grow heavy and his heart pound harder as a sleepy smile creeps its way onto his lips.

Thinks it’s adorable when you’re big spoon even if you’re shorter than him too.

»» ──────　[*:. ☁︎ .:*]　────── ««

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. | 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.

#toaster asks #toaster ships #toaster ships: doyoung #nct ships #doyoung ships

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