#okay? so he did what everyone should be doing but usually aren't brave enough to do | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

historia-vitae-magistras · 1 year

Text

I do! And its here on ao3 as well.

"Pssst," A voice cut through his slumber. He turned onto his side, flailing one arm at whoever was hissing at him to make the noisemaker go away and leave him the fuck alone, dragging the plaid with him so he could get back to sleep.

"Go away,"

"Mattie," Jack said. "Wake up already; I need to ask you a question!"

"Can it wait? I've got a headache,"

"You just had a headache. The Cooper's lad says you have more headaches than his wife trying to get out of a shag. And that's not my fault, so wake up!"

Matthew snorted. All sleep left him. Jack had a… habit of repeating everything he heard without understanding it. He turned onto his back and threw an arm over his eyes, trying to block out the daylight from the cracks in the heavy green velvet curtains of his father's study. Jack would figure out economic panics at some point. But, Matthew supposed, he was awake now.

"Come on, Mattie; I have questions!"

"You aren't even allowed to be in here," Matthew pointed out. That had been the whole bloody point of his escape into the study, to begin with.

"You are!" Jack huffed.

"I'm older."

"So?"

They'd had this argument a thousand times. Matthew didn't answer, so Jack launched into his counterargument. It was unfair that Mattie got access to the space! It was horse shit Mattie wasn't awake and answering questions. The leather groaned as Matthew rolled onto his back, switching the arm he draped over his eyes as his left shoulder ached. Jack was still talking, making his argument as to why Matthew should be conscious.

"Jack," Matt sat up, braving the dull light.

"What? It isn't fair! You're older, but I'm growing faster. It's not my fault your economy sucks a soft-boiled egg!"

"Jack. I'm awake. Ask the bloody question."

"Oh." Jack blinked. "Okay. Good morning, by the way."

"Morning," Matthew replied, shaking his head. Jesus. "What did you want to ask?"

Jack clambered onto the couch and burrowed into Matt's side, pulling his elder brother's spare arm around himself. He was quiet and still for a moment, and Matthew thought that particular enough to frown.

"What's the matter?"

"I forgot my question." Jack gave a sheepish grin. "Sorry."

Matthew sighed. He'd been woken up for nothing. There was no shutting Jack up when he got into a curious mood. And that was most of the time because when didn't Jack have questions? Jack had questions morning, noon and night. They'd sit in the parlour for tea, sit down at the table for dinner, go for a turn about the gardens or the great hall, or take out the horses. Where they were or what they were doing didn't matter. Jack would babble on with questions so fast there was no need to answer one before he was onto another.

What were the charterists mad about? Why did birds fly? Why did he have to sit still? Why do things burn? Why was Matthew French? Why didn't Aunt Brighid write? Did the French really get cholera licking each other? Why should they be English if the Queen's family all spoke German? Why does alcohol make people feel funny? Why didn't the moon get mouldy if it was made out of cheese?

Thoughts clattering to a halt, the image of home flooded through him, unbidden. It was raining at home in Halifax too. His gase flicked to the window. Ah, right, that was why Jack was on the hunt for information. Father had ordered everyone indoors today. No letting the young ones run wild in the paddocks when they'd be knee-deep in the mud and become ill. Jack was bored. And when he was bored, he was even more inquisitive than usual.

Jack tugged his arm. The throb in his skull had at least dulled to an ache that further abated when he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, admitting defeat. But he was looking away from Matt.

"Where's Father?"

"Drunk," Zee chirped, and Matthew startled. She had appeared in the doorway without him even hearing when the swish of her skirts should have been as loud enough to alert him, but he really was out of it. Oh God, were both of them on the same mission? He sat up. Jack could be distracted but Zee? She was a bloodhound. And she never forgot anything.

"What is it?"

"Have you seen the head?"

"The what?" Matthew sat straight on the sofa, nearly knocking his skull into Jack's. He was staring up at Matt, practically vibrating with either cold or excitement. In England, it was likely to be both. Zee was right at his elbow.

"Oh, right! That's what I wanted to ask. Olly's head." said Jack. "The one that Father says he keeps up on the mantle in that fancy box," He pointed at the carved mahogany box on the mantel, etched with what he'd bet was Uncle Rhys spell work, but they didn't talk about that.

"He didn't tell you that," Zee said, clambering onto the chair Jack had used to climb over the back of the Chesterfield to harass him. "You heard it in the scullery, which means it's bird shit,"

"Still," Jack shrugged and jabbed a finger at Matt. "He would know if it's real or not. Now tell us!"

Matt frowned at them and decided to lie. "No. I haven't." He grabbed Jack tightly under the armpits so he couldn't wriggle away and set him down on the sofa where he couldn't make nearly as much mischief as he could standing on a chair. There were too many breakable things in the study. He wasn't even supposed to be in here.

"Liar," Zee said, rounding the arm of the sofa and clutching the skirts of her plaid dress, sat down. She could always be trusted to be less destructive than the wee Tasmanian devil. Matthew swung his gaze at her and glared.

She lifted her chin and stared right back. "You've seen it. So if it isn't in the box, show us the box."

"Eleanor–" Matt sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. His head was pounding again.

"You know its in there." She said. "Just tell the truth."

"Yeah! Father lets you in here," Jack said excitedly. Matthew sighed and smoothed Jack's unruly hair.

"It's in that box, yes." He admitted. "Do you want to see it?"

They were suddenly still. Matthew clenched his jaw. Arthur had made him look at it. Back then, before the house had been Jack-proofed, it had been displayed behind glass. The horrible shrunken skull with tight, parchment-mummified skin and a grinning jaw that wiggled when the display cloche over its base moved at all. It was a French flag over his land back then. Arthur had only closed one hand over his neck and made him look. The implication had been clear. That's where you'll end up, too, my boy, if you're not careful.

"Is it… a real head?" Zee whispered, wide-eyed with awe. "I've seen those at home. Did Father have it tanned and stuffed and all?"

He didn't respond.

"At home… the head is powerful." She said carefully, as if translating a concept she'd never spoken about into English was difficult. Perhaps it was. Matthew didn't know what to say to that. He was thinking, mind spinning, when Jack's babbling saved him.

"Why's he call it Olly?" Jack asked, oblivious. Matthew had to take a moment to compose himself.

"When he lived, his name used to be Oliver. He was a very… powerful man." Matthew said very quietly. "He was a tyrant."

"Why'd he give Father his head then?"

"He didn't,"

"Then why's Father got it?" Zee asked. They drew nearer, and Matthew stood, pulling them with him, needing out of that room, away from that box and its half-forgotten contents. He walked them to the door, remembering a day when he had been the problem, the opponent, the obstacle in father's way.

"Because he made father his enemy."

#my writing || cacoethes scribendi #Jack Zee and Matt || battered bonds once so strong #the ask box || probis pateo

35 notes · View notes

parchmentedpetrichor · 3 years

Text

➳who cursed the bludger? ♡

in which the reader's dominant hand is injured badly after a rogue bludger slams into it and none other than fred weasley is behind it. who cursed the bludger?

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ± 2k

tw: serious injury, a little bit of swearing

drop a follow if you wanna see more of this content!!

my masterlist:D

ft. penny clearwater

who cursed the bludger?

y/n was currently draped lazily over her broomstick, haven given up trying to teach penelope clearwater how to fly. said prefect was on the grass, smirking as y/n embarrassedly looked around.

"penny that's not ok to ask!"

"fine, fine," she pondered for a moment, "hey, what's up with you and fred weasley, huh?"

"nothing at all," y/n answered a little too quick for penny's liking.

"c'mon, y/n, you're younger than me, i should know all that happens. you two are very...flirty."

"yeah well, my dear pennysylvania, we have flirty personalities. duh."

"no, you don't."

"okay, i don't. he does."

"but he seems like he means it."

"of course he means it? he says it in a joking way? y'know, he means it as a joke."

"hmm, nope, i don't think so, y/n. he's looking your way right now."

"i'm probably blocking the space, let's move outta the way."

"you're not gonna play with them?"

"already play in matches, why now? let's chat."

fred was silently eavesdropping on their conversation as he heard his name.

"sooo you and perceeee??" y/n dragged out, grinning as she did loop-do-loops with her broomstick.

penny blushed, but looked disappointed, "he likes oliver."

"oh. well, f percy, what about marcus??"

"he's just marcus. we're best friends, y/n."

"my fav trope of romance is best friends to lovers," y/n wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and penny shook her head in amusement.

"my one is the opposites attract."

"hmm yeah, that's a good one too, it's really cute! say, aren't you and mar-"

"i was meaning you!"

"huh?"

"you and fred."

fred smirked as he listened, flicking back the bludger harshly at angelina.

"oh yes because we are totally meant for each other," y/n sarcastically replied.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"yes."

"you're doing this on purpose!"

"hmm? what?"

"oh my goodness, merlin you're stupid bro!" penny said exasperatedly.

"and you just realised. congrats, penny."

"anyway, what i'm saying is you and fred are rather like opposites. although he's extroverted and you're extroverted, you're a cute little nerd," y/n huffed at this 'i am n o t a nerd for the last time!' "and he's a class clown in the most charming way. you like reading and he likes pranking people and quidditch. you're a goody two shoes, an adorable one, but he's this foolish jock," penny looked proud with her argument so y/n laughed, "you're modest and he's very confident. and you're both hot."

y/n smiled, "i am not hot!" she giggled, "that's stupid."

"oi, ange!" penny called to angelina who looked over at her in amusement.

"yeah?"

"is y/n hot?"

"oh, totally!" angelina casually threw the quaffle into the hoop, "10/10."

"guyyys you flatTer me," y/n stretched out as the three of them laughed, "i'm bLushIng."

"you actually are," angie quipped.

"it's a command thing. if she wants to blush, she'll blush," replied penny.

they burst into giggles again.

fred watched y/n. a rosy pink, sure enough, had spread across her cheeks. that was enough to get her blushing?

"oi, l/n!"

y/n's head snapped his way, her eyes narrowed as if expecting an insult being thrown her way.

"your lips are pretty!"

her form relaxed, "thanks! yours are too!!"

penny giggled as angie rolled around laughing.

"what?" y/n looked around.

"the way you return flirting is hilarious."

"a compliment for a compliment, isn't that what they say?"

angelina snorted, "no one says that."

"oh well i say it, so deal with it."

"hey, i have an idea!" penny brightened up.

"let's hear it!"

"let's teach y/n pick up lines, ange!"

"oh you're a genius, penny!"

"okay, so-"

a bludger came whizzing at y/n as she screamed, trying frantically to dodge it. it hit her hand and a crack was heard.

luckily she immediately hopped off calmly, taking out her wand shakily and stunning the bludger, before penny and angie helped her over to the hospital ward, fred lagging guiltily behind.

she was ordered to stay in bed rest and with drowsy eyes she drifted off.

fred watched her feeling so terrible as he saw her heavily bandaged hand, imagining how he was going to tell her that he was in fact the one that had charmed it.

the next day, she was out and about, gently cradling her hand which was broken.

"um, hey, y/n," he nervously approached her.

"oh, hello!"

"i might have jinxed the bludger to go wild," he confessed abruptly, "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to-"

"no, it's fine, really." she gave him a reassuring smile and walked off.

he noticed that she couldn't write in class. usually she was scribbling away, but she just sat awkwardly at her desk, trying frantically to get anything legible down with her non-dominant hand. the fact she was so courteous and forgiving about everything just made it worse.

by now, y/n was dying inside. she couldn't write notes, and even though she wanted to ask any willing person for a duplicate of their notes, she'd have to explain the whole broken hand thing.

"ange?"

"yep?"

"do you have history of magic notes?" y/n did puppy eyes.

"nope, you forgot i dropped out."

"oh."

"do you want mine?" fred asked, smirking as he looked y/n up and down.

"you take notes?!!!" y/n was shook.

"only for you, 'cause i felt bad."

"you didn't need to!"

"i did. you want them?"

"yes please, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!!"

"you're acting like you're not the one the bludger hit," angie quipped and y/n frowned, completely forgetting fred was still there, browsing the notes.

"c'mon, it was just an accident. and i've always wanted to be ambidextrous."

"lovely, you were struggling. i'll take all your notes. my handwriting isn't neat but i owe you."

y/n ducked to hide the light blush she could not control at all.

immediately she got a confused look from fred.

and instantly she thought of something that might make the blush go away. he didn't mean it, it slipped out, she thought and she felt her face cooling down, a slight frown appearing on her face.

"o-okay, thanks fred."

"no problems, darling," he flirted.

"that's good, darling," she flirted graciously back, bravely tilting her head up and looking him in the eye.

he took it well.

"where did you learn how to flirt so well, my little love??"

"why, freddie," she joked flirtatiously, "from you of course!"

he coughed and excused himself.

"he should really be careful with who he's flirting mindlessly with," y/n rolled her eyes.

angelina laughed, "flirting mindlessly? do you see the way he looks at you?"

"personality," y/n stated simply.

"or not."

true to his word, notes in fred's flurry of handwriting appeared neatly stacked every day. they were far too thorough and consisted of stupid flirty notes by the side. sometimes a little note, written in class, was jammed in there probably by accident:

hello freddie!

i have a crush on you 0-o, hogsmeade at 7pm on sunday?

-jamie <3, boy who sits in front of you in arithmancy

jamie,

i already have my eye on someone :) not you, sorry, y/n cringed at the bluntness of his words

you are very nice, perhaps try trera rivera if you swing that way? or illinois ann if you swing all ways?

oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know that! i'll talk to both. was the gracious answer

-jamie

and again! the lucky boy! this time from a girl.

weasley-

i know we hate each other but give me a chance to explain myself? broom closet at 9 tomorrow ? it trailed off to something that y/n didn't even want to think about.

k.o

fuck off. i don't fucking like you, i like someone else, ffs.

was the reply as y/n laughed and made sure to give the note back to fred.

it wasn't everyday someone confessed to you, right?

she underlined all the words that simply weren't legible to ask fred about.

and aNOTHER ONE?? how did this boy have so many admirers? y/n had received 0 love letters from any boy, let alone people of the same gender. you knew you were good with the ladies (and the gentlemen) when everyone sent you these letters.

dearest frederick-

it droned quite sweetly on about him and loving him and the writing was really magnificent.

margaret perrer

hi marg

i'm really really sorry. you seem like such a nice person, and it's not you, it's me. i, however, have a friend who really adores you: kenneth. he'll be an amazing friend and maybe more.

i also already am interested in another girl, so it really isn't you. thank you for your beautiful letter, hopefully we can be friends!

fred

oh he was very nice. feeling like she had overstepped the boundaries, she put them aside, discovering more and more but putting them all in a stack. she felt slightly insecure, especially when they all looked relatively neW?? the perfume on the flowers still smelled fresh?? who was this guy?

she sighed, finishing her read through and being thoroughly impressed with the sheer quality of the notes.

but there were around 100 words she had underlined. she skipped down into the great hall where she spotted two gingers. as soon as one (she couldn't see which one) saw her, he got up, whispered to the other something, and left.

when she approached the one that was left behind, she saw it was george.

"hi georgie!" she greeted him and thrust the papers into his hand, "where's fred?"

george shrugs, "left, for a date or something."

"oh, okay, could you translate these for me, the underlined words?" if y/n was disappointed, she didn't show it.

"oh yeah, sure, his handwriting's rubbish, isn't it."

"yes it is, i can barely read half of it."

george finished scribbling words next to the underlined ones.

"oh! and give these back to him? i'm pretty sure he dropped them in, probably got mixed up." she gave him the pile of letters, now neatly bundled in rope she had found.

"oh, yeah sure," george smirked, "of course."

"nice, well that's it, thanks for the help!"

"anything else?"

"tell fred good luck."

"right, right, mhm."

"yea."

once she'd left, george took out his walkie talkie.

"got that, freddie?"

"crystal clear."

"you're pining, pffft, hahahahah," george smirked as fred sighed.

"it didn't even work?"

"which plan?"

"the one to drop the letters in."

"i'm pretty sure she read like two, she didn't seem that disappointed?"

"exactly."

"you're an idiot. just tell her."

"but that's boringggg."

"well drop the hints then, merlin fred you're terrible at this."

"i haven't dated a billion girls like you!"

"then learn how to date my goodness."

"true."

"come fucking back."

"hickies or no?"

"eh go for it. i wanna see her reaction and then we can decide whether she likes you or not."

fred strided handsomely in, neck littered with little hickies and his top had two buttons open, freckles and pale broad shoulders showing.

george rolled his eyes, muttering, "drama queen," as he subtlely watched y/n. she managed not to look so surprised, her eyes widening then looking down quickly at her hands.

he would have thought she felt nothing for his twin if a light pink had not dusted over her face and if angie had not nudged her with a concerned look on her face.

y/n was wondering what the hell happened, disappointment rising slowly in her.

"okay, she's into you," george whispered as fred began removing the spell, leaving the unbuttoned shirt unbuttoned.

"cool beans."

"oh and she gives these back," george smirked.

"oh look at how she bundled it! so adorable georgie!"

"you're disgusting."

y/n hurried to the library at 6pm. she had heard the book she had waited for was finally available.

as she settled down with it, a paper aeroplane hit her.

"ahh!" she screamed as she caught it.

it read:

forbidden forest, 8pm.

huh? was this meant for her? it was in neat handwriting and on the smoothest parchment, with a single flower that smelt like fresh rain.

322 notes · View notes

faulty-writes · 4 years

Note

Being members of The Big 3, Tamaki, Nejire and Mirio are probably REALLY popular, in and out of U.A. So what if their SO tried to break it off with them because of that, or rather because their more jealous and loony fans who can't be happy with the relationship keep tormenting yn when The Big 3 aren't around to see. yn can't take the continuous abuse anymore and tries to break up with them, but they just can't and won't accept it. Headcanons for this and them finding out why, please with love

Icons Made By Yours Truly.

Tamaki Amajiki

You loved Tamaki with all your heart in or out of his Suneater costume. Unfortunately, plenty of others seemed to love your man as well, and sometimes it was overbearing to see just how many would swarm Tamaki after he saved the day or performed some heroic deed. You recalled the day he had, with the help of Fat Gum, busted a few drug dealers. You ran up to him and embraced him in a hug. Then those cheers happened and a few females commented about how cute Suneater was and how much better he could do than you. Tamaki didn’t understand why you suddenly stopped hugging him and proceeded to leave.

However, it seemed like some people weren’t satisfied with sly comments. One day when you were out, a group of people had approached you and proceeded to harass you once more about your boyfriend. Being told Tamaki could do better, be with a fellow hero instead of a quirkless nobody. It hurt more than you wanted to admit but you tried to hide your tears as you ran away. You slumped down in an alleyway and gasped when you felt your phone vibrate. When Tamaki was working, he’d always call you on his breaks. Despite the fact, there were still tears streaming down your face. You answered, “H-Hello.” Tamaki’s soft voice came. “H-Hi, bunny. I uh, I m-miss you. I-Is everything okay?” it broke your heart to lie to him.

The public harassment didn’t seem to end, in fact, it seemed like people enjoyed pushing or pulling you away from Tamaki even when he wasn’t dressed as Suneater. It was beginning to get old and you were starting to believe they were correct. What if Tamaki could do better, what if he deserved to be with a fellow hero? Given Tamaki always said he’d protect you and that you put his anxiety at ease. You gave him the courage to be brave and while you wanted so badly to believe that. You just couldn’t with all the negative thoughts in your head.

Tamaki began to notice your unhappy behavior, the way that frown would always be present on your face, and the fact you seemed to become distant to his affection. He was worried that he might have done something wrong. However, when he tried to talk to you, it seemed you didn’t want to give an answer. “P-Please bunny! I d-don’t want to l-lose you and...i-if I did something, w-wrong. Please...p-please tell me. I l-love you.” those three words somehow made you angry, love? Was he joking!? If he loved you, he wouldn’t have allowed all those people to harass you.

Tamaki looked terrified when you let out a growl and grabbed the front of his shirt, “Love!?” you snapped, “If you loved me, you wouldn’t let-” you stopped yourself when you felt your eyes begin to water and shoved Tamaki away. “J-Just...stay away from me!” you snapped, “I-I’m done, I’m done with t-this.” though your voice cracked when you spoke, Tamaki felt his heart shatter and opened his mouth to speak but you had already walked away.

Tamaki knew he couldn’t just let this be, he knew he needed to do something. He couldn’t lose you and though he was confused about what you had said. Recalling all those moments in public and your odd behavior, he hated himself for not noticing what was happening earlier. He needed to see you and apologize, beg for you back. So he made the decision to go to your apartment, however as soon as you opened the door and saw his face. You immediately wanted to slam it, but Tamaki kept one hand out. “Bunny! Please...p-please don’t do this...I’m s-sorry that I-” you shook your head. “I don’t want to hear it!” you snapped before running to your bedroom.

He frowned as he stood in your living room before noticing your laptop was open, curiosity got the best of him and he looked at the screen. You had been looking at various Suneater fansites and each and every one of them talked about his relationship with you. Tamaki almost got ill as he read through each comment, people were cruel and it made him angry. Made him feel...guilty, damn it. He should have done something sooner, he swallowed and promptly marched to your bedroom. You had your door shut and Tamaki didn’t hesitate to knock, something that caused you to jump.

You groaned, damn it. You thought Tamaki had left, wet tears were still sliding down your cheeks and you buried your face back into the pillow. “G-Go away Tamaki!” you exclaimed, though your words were mumbled. Tamaki seemed to make them out just fine. He frowned from the other side of the door, feeling that burning anger deep inside him. Should he just give up and leave? No...no he needed to fix this. He clenched his jaw and tightened his fists before speaking. “N-No!” he screamed, catching you off guard.

“I d-don’t...I d-don’t give a...a s-shit about w-what people t-think, bunny! N-Not about y-you...n-not about us! Y-You’re my only l-love and I w-won’t let you b-break up with m-me just because...n-narrow minded p-people think they c-can have me!” you slowly sat up from your bed and hesitantly walked to the door, “M-My heart o-only belongs to y-you!” he declared before you reached for the handle, causing him to gasp as the door flew open. Though you were still crying, you found yourself running right into his chest and wrapping your arms around him. You sobbed softly before muttering, “Y-You promise?” and Tamaki smiled before squeezing you. “I p-promise.”

Nejire Hado

Nejire was always a happy woman and when you came into her life, she didn’t hesitate to show you off. Loud and proud, she’d always introduce you as her romantic partner and promptly go off about how much she loved you. Sometimes it was embarrassing, but at least she wasn’t ashamed to show the world she was taken. But that didn’t stop some people from being mean and trying to bash your relationship with Nejire. But she never hesitated to put people in their place, in her own way. At least when she happened to hear it, however, Nejire had a group of fangirls at U.A. and it was said girls that always bullied you and tried to convince you to break it off with Nejire.

Though Nejire was a ball of sunshine, beautiful and confident. You...weren’t. In fact, you had some serious self-esteem issues which meant you didn’t have the strongest mental walls. Words easily got to you, including the nasty ones provided by Nejire’s fan club. It upset you that you couldn’t find the courage to tell Nejire just how awful those girls were and you got so furiously jealous when Nejire would pay attention to them. Have conversations and even give them autographs, you had attempted to stray Nejire away from them. Often trying to get her to leave or grab her hand and insist you wanted to go do something. But Nejire never fell for your attempts. “I can’t leave now! That would be rude!” she’d always say and you’d always end up walking away, trying to ignore the fan club's smirks.

It pissed you off that Nejire was giving her time of day to those that didn’t deserve it and not paying attention to your needs. Why did everyone seem to want to get with Nejire? She was yours and honestly, you were worried your jealousy would begin to control you. But at least you were the only one lucky enough to go on dates with Nejire or so you thought, Nejire insisted on going to a small cafe for lunch one day. You were looking forward to some alone time with her, but the fan club tracked you down and proceeded to interrupt your date. “Nejire we have to go, now,” you growled, ready to leave your half-eaten food behind.

As usual, Nejire didn’t seem to want to leave, sometimes it annoyed you. Her concern for other's feelings was a little too much and you had enough. “Either leave with me now or we’re through! These girls aren’t as nice as you think, but you never listen to me!” you snapped, swiping your arm across the table which caused the food and drinks to fall to the ground. For the first time, you saw Nejire’s expression change to fear. Yet there was a hint of confusion in her eyes and she rose from her seat. “What...what are you saying Y/n? Please...please don’t say things like that! You’re just having a bad day, are you upset because our date was interrupted?” you crossed your arms and glared at her, she had the nerve to smile and promise she’d give you all her attention later. You didn’t believe her.

It was shortly after this that you began to distance yourself from Nejire if she’d rather spend time with those girls that said such negative things about you and your relationship then fine. She could learn the hard way, however Nejire immediately took notice of the wall you put up and how you wouldn’t even attempt to talk to her. She decided to see if her fan club knew anything about it, of course, they didn’t and Nejire found herself at square one again. However, as soon as she rounded the corner to leave she heard them speak your name. “Hm?” she quietly pressed herself up against the wall and continued to listen. “Pff, did she really think we care about Y/n? As if that nobody even deserves someone as beautiful as Nejire.” one girl commented, “Yeah...honestly Y/n isn’t even in the hero course. How does she expect to actually compare to Nejire? She doesn’t deserve her, I’m almost glad I told her she should just break it off with our Queen.” Nejire couldn’t believe her ears, oh no.

You had decided to spend some isolated time doing extra training, Thirteen was generous enough to allow you to use the USJ and though she didn’t know about the details of your relationship. You had told her you wanted to get rid of a little extra steam. However, you hadn’t expected Nejire to find you. “Y/n!” she called, though you had tried to walk away. Nejire used her quirk and blocked your path, “Y/n! I’m sorry! I didn’t realize that...” she paused when she noticed your glare, you had every right to be angry but she’d still try to make it up to you. “You were right,” she said, “About everything, those girls, the nasty things they say. Is that why you...tried to break up with me? Is that why you...distanced yourself?” she questioned and you sighed.

After a long heart to heart, Nejire promised to take your feelings into consideration and to listen when you had something to say. Nejire began to ignore the fan club and made it a point to purposely kiss you in front of them, which ironically worked to put them in their place. She placed her hand to your cheek and smiled, “I promise, I’ll be the best girlfriend from now on. I won’t let any meanies bully the one I love!” she declared and this time you believed her.

Mirio Togata

Mirio was no stranger to public affection, in fact, he didn’t seem ashamed in the least bit. He’d downright kiss you anywhere and in front of anyone, it was something that you admired about him. But, things were slightly different when Mirio switched to Lemillion, it seems he liked crowds and cheers more than anything. You didn’t particularly like the way he’d show off in front of crowds, he’d even flex his muscles and playfully wink at people. That didn’t sit right with you. What angered you more was the fact that he’d also let random strangers touch his muscles as if that impresses anyone. Then again, Mirio would always talk about you when people asked if he had a special someone. But their response to the fact Lemillion was taken was always negative, you had tried to ignore it and told yourself their words were only out of jealousy.

Long before you had dated Mirio, Sir Nighteye had used his quirk and foresaw something that Mirio didn’t expect. “It will be a beautiful relationship, but you will make a mistake and it will be the end of your happiness,” he warned, though Mirio didn’t take his mentor seriously. “Nah! Y/n and I will be together forever, I know it in my heart!” he declared, but Sir Nighteye might have been onto something as you found yourself growing more angry and jealous by the day. Lower classmen often tried to chase after Mirio and attempt to flirt with him, it always upset you that Mirio would give them attention. And it only grew worse as some of his admirers began watching him during class training sessions. Eventually, you got sick of their cheers and went to confront them. No surprise they didn’t have anything nice to say about you and often called you a nobody that Mirio would realize soon enough didn’t suit him.

You tried not to let their words get to you and confronted them on another day, unfortunately, this time things didn’t go as planned. They continued to make comments about you, making you feel as low as possible and your anger got the best of you. A punch was thrown and before you knew it, you were in a fistfight which Mirio rushed over to break up. “Sunshine! What are you doing!?” he demanded and you scoffed, why was he acting like this was your fault? “Excuse me?” you said before pointing at his admirers. “They started it, they always start it!” you declared, hoping that at least your boyfriend would defend you. But it was clear whose side he was on. “They are just admirers, don’t worry about them,” you growled and jabbed your finger into his chest. “You’re right, I won’t because we’re through!” you snapped before stomping away.

Mirio found you quick enough after that, “What was that all about? Is something wrong?” he questioned, but you remained quiet. Refusing to tell him or anyone. Mirio quickly grew annoyed and grabbed your arm, making you wince as he squeezed it. “Tell me,” he demanded and you promptly shoved him away. “Just stay away from me! Go spend time with those stupid admirers you choose to defend over your own partner!” you snapped and once more walked away. But Mirio wasn’t satisfied with that answer and continued to chase after you. He had cornered you one day after class, “Why are you trying to break up with me? Is it because of those admirers? Sunshine you know the only one I have eyes for is you.” he tried reassuring you, but you didn’t believe him and refused to speak.

However, over the next few days. Mirio thought about your words, maybe he was in the wrong for not defending you. He was only trying to be nice to those admirers but after hearing a few things about them. He came to the conclusion they weren’t as nice as they seemed and knew that he needed to make it up to you somehow. He thought that spreading rumors that you were his fiance(e) would solve the problem and when you heard, you immediately confronted Mirio. “What do you think you’re doing!? Are you so thick-headed you think this will somehow fix what happened?!” you snapped at him, but Mirio only smiled at you. “Well you can’t break off our relationship if we’re engaged, right?” he said and you found yourself confused, what was he up to really?

Mirio tried texting you, asking if he could talk to you again. After the rumor incident, you created more distance between Mirio and yourself though you took note you didn’t see his admirers anymore. That was something, had his plan actually worked? You weren’t sure but at this point. Maybe you were just holding onto useless anger. You agreed to meet him, despite knowing there was still awkward tension between the two of you. It was crazy how others could influence your actions, in a way you thought maybe this was your fault. Had you been the one to go too far?

Regardless, you were the first to speak when you saw Mirio. “So...what now?” you questioned, you were so lost as to what your relationship with Mirio actually was. But once more he smiled and grabbed your hands. “Don’t worry! I have a plan,” he said and you were almost afraid to hear it. “I will buy you a ring, a beautiful engagement ring after I become a Pro Hero and if you still want me, we can get married,” he said and though you were hesitant, you found yourself agreeing. Despite knowing as a Pro Hero, Lemillion would have more admirers and more crazy individuals willing to tear you apart. He seemed utterly committed to you and you believed he wouldn’t allow anyone to talk down to you again.

#mirio x reader #tamaki x reader #nejire x reader #bnha reader insert #bnha requests #Anonymous

122 notes · View notes

t4a2t4s2u5y6a4 · 4 years

Text

Your MLDD boys life in AU with medieval setting. Let's enjoy~

#MrLoveDreamDate #fanfic #MidYearContest #AU

Why Is Everyone So Noisy?

Knock knock.

"My Lady, are you awake yet?"

What? It's already morning? Sigh. I should stop reading romance novel until midnight.

"My Lady, may I come?"

"Yes. I'm awake."

Ah. My eyes hurt. Did I overslept while reading book? No wonder my body is chilly since I'm not using my blanket properly.

"Oh my, are you reading until midnight again?"

"Shhh! Anna, keep your voice down. If dad found out he will yell at me again."

"You know that Duke is someone like that but you still dare to provoke him. I don't know if you're just a brave lady or simply an air headed."

I know that my dad is a scary person among nobility. Even The Royals don't dare to mess up with him. But still, live as a caged young lady like this isn't my style at all.

"My Lady, what time you sleep last night?"

"I don't really remember. What's wrong?"

"Not only your eyes are red, but your eyes also swollen. Your face looks so pale too"

"WHAAAAT?"

Drap drap.

No no no. Don't tell me...

Crap! Who is this horrible girl in the mirror? Is this really me? This is bad. If my dad found out he will start lecture me for hours!

"Aaaaaa. Anna, what should I do?"

"First you should wash your face. I will come back with cold water and towel. Also I will bring some camomile tea and breakfast."

"Anna, you're my angel!"

***

After wash my face and relax my body, now my face looks more like a human. What a beautiful life I have here.

Or not.

Braaaaakkkkk!!!

"MY LADY!! WE'RE IN TROUBLE NOW!!"

"Kiki, how can you act like that in front of your mistress? And don't be so harsh with the door."

"It's not the time to chit chat. Anna, you should dress up My Lady now. The Royals will come to our mansion!"

Give me some rest QwQ.

***

Just one line and everything start in hurry. Our mansion become so bussy since this morning because everyone rushed every preparation. In other room, Anna and Willow dolled me from head to toe. Just why The Royals come today.

"Willow, you're serving my dad this morning right? Aren't he supposed in the mine field now? Why The Royals suddenly come?"

"Sigh. That's something I want to know too. Our butler, Mr. Milles receive a letter from capital and told us that The Royals will come to have lunch with you and then like what you can see. Everyone is bussy like bees now."

"Me? Not my dad?"

"Yes. The letter said The Royals want to have lunch with you."

Did The Royals forgot what happened the last time they come without my dad knowledge? Are they bored enough and don't value their life to come here?

***

Time sure flies so fast. Just a while ago I wake up and now I should stand in front of my mansion door to greet our estimate guest.

Klotak klotak.

Oh, here they are. A dazzling carriage with royal knights in the left and right. Can they come more quietly? Why they always bring so many people here. 50 knights are too much.

Clack. Sound of carriage door open.

"Ah, Miss Chips~ Long time no see~"

A guy with blonde hair and blue eyes run over me with his warm smile. He open his arms wide like want to catch something.

"Kiro, stop that. Mind your behaviour in front of everyone."

"Then I can do it later in the private room?"

"That's not what I mean."

Another guy with brown hair and eyes grabbed blonde guy's collar while his another hand is in his waist.

"Thank you for visiting our mansion, your highnesses, Prince Gavin and Prince Kiro. It's been a while since the last time we meet."

"Ah..um. Yeah."

"What is that, Gavin? Why your face become red so suddenly?"

"Cough. It's the weather. We are on carriage for so long and it's so hot outside."

Someone from behind Gavin's back appeared and grab his shoulder.

"Well well. It can't be helped since our beloved Prince Gavin is so shy. Hoho~"

"Why are you also here Minor?"

"You won't stay for a hour if I'm not come along, your highness. Please let me help you. (whisper) Don't forget that I'm your cupid."

"Wha-?? Ehem. It seem you lack of works recently. I will give you more when we come back."

"Noooooo. Please spare me your highness!"

I'm so tired waiting for them in front of the door and when they will come in? My legs become numb since a long time ago. Can they continue their conversation when they're already in?

***

Now we are on the guest room and enjoy some tea with snacks. Ah, finally I can breath.

"Now now, Miss Chips. When will you spare your time for me? Since it's almost fall season I think scenery near the lake will be beautiful. How about we have a date there?"

Let me introduce them. He is the second prince, Kiro. He is so bright. Not only his face but also his personality. He is very populer among commoner as The Light of Loveland Kingdom.

"You will be a dead meat when you step out your feet with My Lady, don't you know?"

This serious face man is the first prince and Loveland Kingdom's crown prince, Gavin. He is a sword master and rumored as a cruel person. But actually he is kind and shy. People was misunderstood him because of his action and expression.

"You mean in the Duke hand or in your hand, your highness?"

"You're not allowed to talk here. If you need some friends to talk you can talk with the maids over there."

"How mean of you, your highness~"

And the last is Gavin attendant and his right hand man. Minor. I heard they are childhood friend. No wonder they are so close.

"So Miss Chips. How about my propose (date propose)?"

"Well, I should think about that again. I..."

BRAAAAKKK!!

Ah. It's a nightmare. Devil just come to this room. I can tell it from the sound of the door. RIP the door. May God bless you.

"Propose? I never hear a funny joke like this in my entire life."

Yes. That's my dad. The hellish duke. At your service.

"Ah, Duke Victor. It's not like what you think."

"Ho. You know what am I thinking? Let me hear then."

Minor, I apreciate your loyalty to your master but you should stop it right here. I don't want to see any bloodshet in front of my eyes.

"Don't be so furious, father in law. You make them scared."

This voice. Don't tell me.

"Who is your father in law?"

"Lucien? You're also here?"

"Yes, My Lady. How can I miss an interesting event like this, right?"

"Don't! Ignore! Me!"

Duke Victor is my dad. He is called as 'Hellish Duke from The North' by people in capital. Just one word from him and everyone will silent. But I think that not work sometime.

"Duke, your face have more wrinkles than usual. Look at me and give us more smile ^^"

"Asdfghjkl!!!!!"

Lucien is my dad co-worker. A young and brilliant nobel. Our family is a business partner since generations ago.

"How have you been this last days, My Lady? I miss you so much."

Chuuu~

My bad, I forgot to put the word 'sly' in Lucien introduction. No one dare to come close to me, not even mention kiss my palm except him.

"YOU!!!"

"Duke, this is a costume. I just pay my respect to My Lady. Or did you think anything else? ^^"

His sly face is beyond your imagination. You can't tell what Lucien is really thinking.

"Stop with your nonsense and release my daughter hand right now. You fox!"

"Hm. It's too bad that your scary dad is here. We can continue it when we're alone, right My Lady?"

"Errr. I think it will be difficult."

"My Lady, are you worried about me? It's okay. If he value his business then he shouldn't do anything to me. At least now."

"I regret sign a contract with someone like you."

"Fufu~ Like what I said before. If you terminate our contract then you should give your most beloved to me as a compensation. I hope you not forget about it."

"You fox. Don't come any closer to my daughter!"

"It's okay anyway. We can still be together even if you not terminate our contract. Right, father in law?"

"SAY THAT AGAIN IF YOU DARE!!"

Again. Lucien and my dad just play run and chase while using me as their wall. Are they still in kindergarten or what?

"Miss Chips! What did Lucien mean by that? Are you going to marry him? No waaay..."

Kiro, please. It will be a miracle if I can go out my mansion,.don't even mention anout marriage. I don't think I can marry in my entire life.

"Your highness are you okay? Hang in there bro! Gavin? Hello? Don't stand like that you make me scared."

Poor Minor. He is swaying his hand toward Gavin many times but it seem Gavin has lost in his own thought. At least Gavin not noisy like the other. But is he okay? He is standing like a rock for a while until now.

"How can you marry someone else. How about our promise when we are kid, Miss Chips?"

"Gavin? Bro? Breath! Don't die! Broooo!!"

"...."

"We can live together. 3 of us in my mansion. I will prepare the master room for you beside my room and My Lady so you won't be alone, Duke."

"I should sold my soul to demon instead to fallen angel like you."

Did everyone forget our purpose gathering here today? To be honest I'm hungry. I mean I need more than enough energy to play with these people.

"Anna. How is the preparation for lunch?"

"It's already finished. But My Lady, you should do something about them first."

"Like I ever success do that. Can anyone replace me and stand here? I'm done with this."

That was my daily life. A caged nobel lady who has super protective dad because I always surrounded by noisy handsome men.

Murmuring "Should I accept proposal from neighbooring prince we get last week?"

"NO WAY!!"

What? They can hear me? Did my voice come out? Sometimes these 4 people can be in harmony too, huh?

***

[My Lady, if you want to live a free life please give me your hand in marriage. I will ensure no one will disturb us here.

From your secret admirer.

Horseman♡]

========================================

Omake

17 years ago, at the Duke Victor household.

"I want to marry daddy when I grow up!"

"Why you want to marry me?"

"Because daddy is so handsome, smart and rich!"

"Dummy. You can't marry your dad. If you grow up later you should look to someone worth like me. Although I guess you can't find a better man than me."

***

Present day, at the garden.

"My Lady, I heard you like someone who is handsome, smart and rich?"

"Where did you heard something like that, Lucien?"

"It just a coincidence. Although I'm from a marquessate household, actually I'm richer than you father. You know when your family in the blink of bankruptcy 10 years ago our family make an agreement that...."

Bonk.

"Ow. It's hurt. Who is that throwing book to someone else head?"

"LU-CI-EN!!"

"Oh, Duke. How are you? ^^"

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU FOX!"

===================fine=================

6 notes · View notes

petersmparker · 5 years

Text

Clutch pt 7 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: This is the first time Peter has spoken to you since he’d kissed you in the alley, and he can’t help but be surprised.

Word Count: 1868

A/N: woo! long time coming, huh? thanks to everyone following this series for their patience! we’re one week into the semester and college is already beating me into submission. did someone say “five classes that assign almost 50 pages of reading due for every class”?? Love you all for sticking w me!!! I’ll promise the next one will be out faster- it’s already written for editing!! ps, tumblr literally won’t allow a cut, so I’m sorry to anyone who has to scroll past this

INTRO PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8

It's nearly a week until Peter sees you again due to careful avoidance in the halls and an unfortunate streak of petty crime a distance from your usual routes. Even despite the heated kiss that had been exchanged and his decision to share with you the name behind Spider-Man, he worries that it would be unwise to approach you outside of the suit, and the sight of you in school makes his heart do flips that leave him flustered and distracted for an admittedly embarrassing amount of time.

Because of this, the week passes with some anxiety and nerves. Peter isn't exactly sure how to make odds or ends of what had occurred between you. The kiss had been wonderful- something he had dreamed of without the nerve to actually hope for it. Moreover, it was his first. He wondered if it was yours too, or if you minded that it was him.

Well. Not him, he supposed. Spider-Man. He knew that you felt nothing for him personally, but rather his superhero alter ego. You knew very little about him, after all, besides his name. There wasn’t much he’s been able to share. But if you did, Peter wondered, would you see something in him worth caring about?

Five days in, as Peter goes through the motions of dinner, he fights the urge to admit to May what had occurred. To just talk about it, maybe get some advice. The thoughts rattle in his brain nonstop, keeping him in a near-constant state of “What now?”. But he meets her eye over her container of takeout as she digs a piece of broccoli out from under her rice, and can’t seem to do it. Not yet. Not until things are clearer.

As he climbs into bed, he once again replays the kiss in his mind for the millionth time, hoping to hell that his fixation isn’t breeding false hope.

The next day, Peter decides to swing through the street where his fight had occurred to survey the damage repair. It was something he, unfortunately, was becoming accustomed to doing after putting himself on the radar of higher level criminals the year before. The guilt always struck him when he viewed a shattered glass storefront or a torn apart corner of a building. No matter how hard he tried, sometimes the damage control got away from him.

Seeing the closed-up mini mart is just like every other time, and it feels terrible.

Despite that, the guilty thoughts circling Peter's brain come to a dead stop the moment he lays eyes on you again. Overcoming them was nervousness. Embarrassment, even, as he recalled just how much you'd been at the center of his mind for the past week.

You’re walking along the far side of the street, gazing up at what is left of the shop. The busted-out window is covered in several layers of plastic, wood planks, and cardboard. While the police tape is long gone, the word CLOSED is clearly displayed on the front door- as if the mess of a window isn’t enough of a clue.

As Peter watches, you move on toward a telephone pole to read a sheet of paper that had been stapled to it. After a few moments, you tear it off and stride, agitatedly, in the direction of an alley that he knows all too well. For a brief second Peter wants to assume that you’ll just walk past it. Surely you aren't going to return to The Place It Happened and cause the impending conversation to be even more awkward than it was already going to be.

You turned into the alley, and with a sigh, Peter jumps from the roof he had been perched upon to meet you there. He touches down next to you, startling you only slightly when he attempts to casually say hello and reach for the flyer in your hand.

"Jesus," you gasp, yanking the paper away from him in your exasperated surprise, "Part of me had a feeling you'd show up, but I still wasn't prepared. Maybe you need a bell around your neck."

Peter accepts the now-offered flyer and tries not to shiver when you gently brush a finger against his throat for emphasis. "Ah, well," he starts, somewhat awkwardly, "That might ruin the element of surprise a bit, you know? The bad guys would hear me. Mr. Stark might have to fire me. And in this economy?"

"Spider-Man gets paid?" You ask, bewildered.

"God, no," he says quickly, "This suit is payment enough. And he gave me all this nice stuff I couldn't afford, I- I'd never ask for more."

With a gentle laugh, you place a hand on his arm. "You're a good guy. Really. It makes the shit this reporter is spreading all the more ridiculous," you say with finality, gesturing toward the flyer he still hadn't read.

Pictured was Spider-Man in the midst of his criminal sendoff. Shards of glass are flying across the whole photograph, and the look on the man’s face is one of complete terror. The caption reads, SPIDERMAN: HERO? OR PUBLIC MENACE?

"Oh," Peter says, dejectedly, "I can't really argue that, can I?"

In a quick movement, you rip the flyer out of his hands, crumple it, and toss it toward the open lid of the nearest dumpster.

"Spider-Man," you say firmly, commanding him to hear you, to listen, and Peter’s surprised by the seriousness of your tone.

Your voice lowers in volume when you say, "Peter," and take his hands in your own, and he nearly melts.

"Everything you do is for the good of others. You've saved people's lives before. Put your own in danger to do it. That flyer is slander. Nothing more. No one in their right mind will believe this, and you, you damn intelligent boy, you should know better than to buy into it, either."

"The damage-" Peter starts, before you raise a hand over the mouth area of his mask.

"Nothing was destroyed, Peter. The infrastructure is sound. It was a single window. It can be replaced. Lives can't be replaced,” you assert, squeezing your eyes shut tight when you continue to say, “With the way I was reacting, I- I probably would have been shot. You stopped that from happening.”

"But. . ." he starts, muffled against your hand, before he realizes that he doesn’t know what to say.

Your other hand comes up so that you can gently hold the sides of his face. The touch sends shivers up Peter’s spine. He’s sure you can feel it when it shakes him, and he’d be embarrassed if he weren’t so entranced by your eyes now that they’ve reopened. You stare into the eyes of his mask, almost as if you can actually see his face.

Your voice fills with what Peter thinks is gratitude when you say, "I would be dead if it weren't for you."

A tension-filled moment passes in which he reels, mind flitting to a hundred different places, before it lands on a terrible thought.

"Is that why you were willing to kiss me?" Peter asks, tentatively.

Surprised, your hands fall away for a brief second, before coming back, holding him tighter than before. "No," you say, definitively, "I would have kissed back no matter what you had done. I'm glad you gave me the opportunity."

With your words, the anxiety slips away from Peter all at once. The fear of rejection is sapped out of him, the concern that he had overstepped his boundaries, the sinking feeling he got every time he thought about how he left afterward. He is left with a balloon in his chest inflating too quickly. It fills with happiness, relief, and affection. It takes his breath away.

In his joy, Peter forgets who he is. Not unlike the first time, he surges forward, arms wrapping around your lower back to pull you forward. He leans in to kiss you, and realizes once he meets your mouth with his own that he's Spider-Man. Not Peter. The mask is still on. His embarrassment is horrific, and had you not burst into delighted laughter Peter may have left the country then and there.

"That- that was so dumb," he says, awkwardly, reaching up to hide his face as if the mask didn't always hide his blush, "I'm sorry. That was- oh man."

You pull him down to plant a kiss on his cheek, paying no mind to the mask that has thwarted his attempt at affection. "This is why," you explain, stopping to press a second quick kiss to the mouth of his mask, "You ask if I kissed back because you saved me? I kissed back because in the little time I've known you, you've been funny. And you've been kind, and brave. What more could I have done, besides feel something for you?"

Peter calms slowly, the heat of embarrassment being replaced by a different kind of warmth. A lovely, comfortable one. The urge to tell you who he really is- more than just his name- bowls him over like a tidal wave, potential ramifications be damned. He opens his mouth to do so when a voice at the entrance of the alley says, "Hey, it's Spider-Man!"

Peter turns to see someone who appears to have stumbled upon the alley at the worst possible time. While you hadn't heard them speak, his hearing is far better. You don’t turn until after he’s faced the unwelcome arrival.

Luckily, thinks Peter as he attempts to emote as much disdain as possible without moving, it's just you. Ned waves at the scene you’ve made in the alleyway, unaware of the context of your meeting or the true presence of you in his life.

"Hello there," he adds, when neither of you respond. His tone implies that he's picked up on something, but Peter isn't sure what that is.

"Uh, hello," Peter answers, unsure of what to say.

Ned looks between the two of you slowly. "Is... everything okay?" He asks, seemingly unaware of how odd it is for a civilian to ask if Spider-Man is alright, whether or not he secretly knows him personally.

His eyes flick downward to your hands, still cupping Peter’s jaw.

"Yes!" Peter exclaims, backing away from you, "Everything is fine! In fact, I should probably be going, now that everything is fine."

"Oh?" His best friend questions in response.

"Absolutely," you say slowly, picking up on Peter’s tone.

Ned nods, but his expression clearly states that he is both skeptical and confused. In a moment of eye contact, Peter realizes that you know there's something going on, too. Maybe even that the person who has stumbled upon you and him knows something. The prospect of it is vaguely terrifying. He can feel you continue to stare at him long after he’s turned back to Ned, searching for the words to say, and is sure that you’re searching his body language and the squint of his eyepieces for answers. His posture falls from rigid to defeated.

Peter turns to look back at you, reaching toward you to grab your hand. He stops halfway, thinking better of the action before he’s spoken to Ned. You almost reach out to meet it, but you stop too, centimeters away.

"I have to go," he says, voice laced with apologies and explanations he can’t fully give to you right now, "I'll... I'll see you. I'm sorry."

You smile reassuringly. "See you, Spider-Man."

After a long moment, he turns away. After nodding toward Ned, still watching from the end of the alleyway, he takes a huge leap into the air and swings away. Maybe he’s mistaken, but he’s sure that he can hear Ned offer a quick, I guess I’ll see you later? to you before he runs off.

Tag list:

@undiadeestos @moonstruckholland @deathofthethrones @souvenirsvisuels

@nedthegay @legendarydazekitten @secretlittlewonders @jackiehollanderr @disgustangg

#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fluff #peter parker series #peter parker x reader #peter parkerxreader #peter parker reader insert #peter parker self insert

43 notes · View notes

punkscowardschampions · 5 years

Text

Ali & Ro

NYD Catch-up

Ali: *Daintliy throws the tiniest of pebbles at our window 'cos I'm in trouble enough if this goes tits up without also breaking a window* Ropunzel, Ropunzel, let down your hair! Ro: allow me to busily make tea while I loudly quiz Tess and whoever else may be in earshot about their resolutions Ro: I can't believe you're only just getting home! I was going to ask how you're evening was but I think I can guess Ali: You're a 🌟 Ali: We need to fully mind-map and dream-board ours later, I've got so many ideas already but I at least need in on that tea action first, builder's brew please and thank you 😘 Ali: Shh 😉 I've been in bed since 1 💤 like an 😇 Ali: Hehe social media never lies, not mine at least Ali: I'll tell you all about it, whilst Ma tries to tell you she quit the fags years ago, like 🙄 Ali: 💃 Ro: Of course. Well, there has been a kitty there so the universe should stay on our side with that one, hopefully. Ro: Hm yes, if anyone asks you got back before I did, there's not much I can do if social media decides to answer instead though alas Ro: Oh Tess, no offense intended, but truly I'd much rather hear what you have to say Ali: Oh, Bluebs, hope she was alright with the fireworks, I paid Rocky with a selection box to keep her company but bet he was too busy being a hooligan come 12, nutter...but I'm sure she hid herself nicely warming the blankets for us anyway, like 😽 Ali: Did you and Meena have a good time? With all dem 💶💶💶 you can both more than make up for missing the hottest part night of the year, ay Ali: Bless her heart, though perhaps take her pack away from her still, you'll be helping her and, you might need one after I fill you in, like 😉 Ro: I can't tell a lie there was some bribery involved for us too with the older kids. They had me baking and the text advice I received from Tommy wasn't as helpful or coherent as usual Ro: We definitely earned our crusts it has to be said Ro: I think Meena would've liked to join you so you might want to play down the finer details when you fill her in but no complaints here, fussy children aside Ro: I draw the line at that level of trickery, we'd both be caught if I even tried I think Ali: I think its to be expected, babysitter rules are there are no rules, or very few, ESPECIALLY when it comes to sugar 😋 Lucky kiddos, I would kill for a sweet treat rn Ali: Maybe I can push it and see if the old man is any fit state to do a fry-up too, mmm Ali: We should deffo ring Tommo then and be annoyingly loud and cheerful 'cos he always gets hangovers un🍀 🦆y Ali: Payback Ali: Well her brother was there so she wouldn't have been able to have all that much fun, like, I'll be sure to downplay it though, tact is so my strong suit 😏😂 Ro: Oh? You'll be glad to hear then that I had the foresight to make enough cookies to bring a batch home. There's still a few that could be claimed by you if you're quick enough. Ro: I can make no such promises about a proper breakfast but time will tell I suppose, I'd consider it favorable if you work a little of your own magic Ro: You have plenty left don't you? Ro: We'll likely need an actual spell to wake Tommy after all Ali: Faster than a speeding bullet, me Ali: I can climb these drainpipes like nobody else 🐈💪 Ali: I'm sure we could concoct a pepperup potion, getting him to drink it is another kind of magic altogether Ali: even if we settle for calling it an energizer smoothie or something muggle Ro: Perhaps we could say it has lots of biotin that'd make him more inclined for sure Ali: When quiff is life Ali: He truly is sweet 16 Ali: And 15 is looking up for me too, fingers crossed and knock on wood rn, this is gonna be our year, Posy, and that ain't the after-affects still talkin' Ali: Wished on every 🎆 in the sky Ro: Wishing is very powerful so I'm not surprised, I am very intrigued though Ro: Go ahead Ali: I'm in 💚 Ali: 🙃 and now hiding under the covers eeeeeeeeeeeppppp bye Ro: Did Marlene get off work early last night and surprise you? That's so lovely Ali: No, no, no Ali: It's all but ended and it will be if my feeling is correct and reciprocated Ali: We'll be better off as friends, honestly, I can't give her what she wants but I can be there for as a mate so that's what's best, she'll see that given a bit of time, I'm sure of it Ali: That said...do you think I'm a total slag for who did surprise me last night now? 😳🙈 Ro: Oh okay. That makes sense Ro: No Ali, I'd never Ro: Is it someone I know? You've mentioned Meena's brother already... Ali: Oh lordy no 😂 Drew is an alright lad really but no, he's not the sort, definitely would not be reciprocated, he's got half the girls at School after him and he loves that Ali: More power to him but you're getting warmer Ali: you know the lad him and Meena live with, don't you? Caleb Cavante, in my year too Ali: 😍 Ro: I think so? He's always in the music block isn't he? Ro: He smiles a lot. Not in a weird sense though I don't mean that Ali: Oh Ro 😂 you make ME smile Ali: sounds like him, cool hair Ali: obviously, I knew of him before last night but it was just like...right time, right place, you know? Ali: Sounded triter than all the 'new year, new me' posts aren't I? Ro: Not at all Ro: It sounds like a fairy tale and we're treating it as such! Ro: Did you kiss him at the end of the countdown? Ali: Oh no, I forgot to lose a shoe...Typical, on the one night to make throwing dancing shoes aside count! But I suppose he won't have to search the kingdom high and low Ali: Back at School Tuesday Ali: At least this promises to make my weekdays more entertaining at any rate Ali: Mhmm 😊 *Gameshow host voice* BUT THAT'S NOT ALL Ro: What else is there? Did he lose a shoe instead? I dread to think what I'm missing here... Ali: [Improptu selfie with the tattooed finger over her lips like a moustache] Ali: Not saying that trumps 'Facebook Official' but 😎 Ro: !!!! Ro: did Caleb get a tattoo too? Ali: Oh silly me, yeah Ali: [Photo they took together post-tattoo] Ali: Big n Lil dipper, its cute, right? Ro: Oh my god! You better not post these, Tess will kill you, but Ro: I think that's adorable Ro: Did it hurt so much?? Ali: She'll love it Ali: we did it ourselves, on each other Ali: thank god he wasn't really crap, unfair, I'd have to go over it myself 😂 Ali: Not really, doing lil dots like that by hand is probably the most chill way to do it, it really wasn't anything to think about even Ali: I could do one for you, really get the mumbot shorting a circuit 😈 Ro: Really?! Weren't you scared?! I would be. Ro: Ali that's so brave. He must have trusted you and vice versa to such a degree Ro: Only you'd get all of this out of the way before a first date has even happened Ro: No wonder you're so giddy Ali: Nah it's not scary, you can watch next time I do one on me, if you like, see for yourself Ali: Promise it isn't dead gory or anything Ali: I'm thinking of doing a Clitocybe rivulosa, our 👑 achievement in witchery to date, you want in? Ali: Won't show Mum that one forreal, she'd lock us in separate dungeons again 👎💔 Ali: Yeah...it felt good to get that shit out of the way, this way, if he wants to look down at his hand ever again and not be reminded of a bad memory, we'll have to make it good Ali: Clever, non? Everyone will think its ridiculous, I know, but I trust his intentions now, which is more than I can say for any of my previous Ali: Bar Marlene, of course, although technically she didn't set her intentions but not in a malicious way so we're letting it slide Ro: Do you sincerely promise? I'd like to see the whole thing for myself before I make any of my own but Ro: It does sound lovely. I'd be jealous if I wasn't so pleased Ro: No offense to Marlene, oops, I'm getting carried away here Ro: It is happy news though Ro: I mean, a love letter on skin, that's just Ro: It makes me speechless Ali: 🤞 Ali: ❌💚🙏☠💉👁 Ali: Me too, it's catching Ali: It'll be better in the long run, she can find her a wifey Ali: I know, I just- ahh Ali: He just text, asking if I got Home alright Ro: Sorry but this boy is a keeper Ro: that's so gentlemanly it's like we've stepped into Austen Ro: Are you nervous about school? It just sounds so magical and classrooms are so...well, not, aren't they? Ali: Better! He wasn't stand-offish and rude to me at the party, only to be won 'round by my wit, humor and independent spirit Ali: Clearly, he's more clued in and go-with-the-flow than Darcy, a win in anyone's books, even Jane's Ali: Hmm, not particularly, nah Ali: I'm not overly concerned with what other people think, so that won't spoil it, fat chance Ali: and we've always had a certain talent for making the mundane magical, haven't we? Ro: Jane would be spinning! Lydia with all her apparent lack of concerns for 'social conventions' has nothing on you and I have little doubt you'd be overjoyed by whatever 'disgraces' Caleb had in mind Ro: A much better match that anything she'd have conceived no doubt Ro: School seems so far off still but now I really am envious that you've made certain you'll have reason to look forward to it. Very unfair! Ro: The only fly in the ointment, potentially is what Marlene might say, how much are you going to tell her? Ali: 🙊 Ali: I'd be happy to regale you with the night's disgraces but I have even less doubt that you'd rather not hear about those details Ali: You're not trying to tell me you've previously nearly eloped with Caleb yourself though, are you? 🤔 Georgiana Darcy is a pretty good fit for you Ali: Now that would be a scandal worth the gossip 😏 Ali: Perhaps you can join me and make the music block your new haunt for a bit, give the library chance to REALLY miss you, like Ali: Hmm, no doubt she'll say things she'll regret when her pride is less hurt Ali: but they aren't prejudices against my 'fake' sexuality I haven't heard before, from her as well, so 🤷 Ali: I understand why, not that I agree with her. For one, I can attest to the reality, and also, I've not got any issue with experimentation, whatever the outcome but I see her frustration Ali: Serious as she is, about, everything Ali: It'll be okay, if she doesn't want to be my friend then alright, her loss frankly, but I'll always be there for her if she chooses Ro: To be honest, no I would not. It's much too early in the year, and day, for all that Ro: Oh goodness! Flattered as I would be to considered an accomplished woman, I fall short in all necessary regards, least of all the elopement alas Ro: Hm, as much as I both enjoy, and clearly need the practice for that comparison to hold true in any sense, I think I'll leave you to the necessary haunting yourself Ro: True. She's always been very vocal, hasn't she? I can understand if you slightly relish the opportunity to leave her speechless just this once too Ro: And it really would be her loss if she chooses that path to go down anyway Ali: What can I say? I'm an overachiever Ali: Couldn't even help myself, like 😎😂 Ali: No you don't, and you're a year younger, you're well ahead of the curve set and it ain't even necessary for a lady to have pleasant hobbies and talents in our day and age so Ali: You're an overachiever too, that's why I loooooove you 💚 Ali: S'cool though, suppose we don't wanna turn up en masse, put him off his A game, bit rude Ali: It is one of the things I admire about her but less so her dogmatism Ali: No one is always right about everything, even me 😜 Ro: Thanks I suppose Ro: Though I probably shouldn't pass on that wisdom about not always being right to everyone else at the kitchen table Ro: Not if I would like to live to be a year older at any rate Ali: Honestly 🙄 Ali: No wonder they love Marlene so much Ali: Ma is gonna be gutted, no doubt it'll be all my fault Ali: like lowkey but damn, woman, show a little loyalty when your daughter can't 😂 Ro: She'll calm down as long as you keep your gentleman caller away from the door for a while I'm sure Ro: When is the first date set for actually? Oh so exciting! Ali: Yeah, we've both agreed as much Ali: For Lene's sake as much as mother's Ali: Gotta get my house in order Ali: I don't know, ooh, what should we do?! Ro: There's always the open mic if he'd adore being serenaded Ro: Sounds like you'd have time to work on a dedication if not a song Ali: THAT IS A FANTASTIC IDEA Ali: I'll bring out an old classic, best to stick with what I know and am best at for max best impressions Ali: Can always go new and exciting with the outfit 🤩 Ro: Exacty Ro: Your full of good ideas when it comes to that Ro: Oh! We should go donation diving. New year, new clothes to peruse through Ali: Yes! We must we must! Ali: Best time of year for it, ungrateful fuckers binning their unwanted presents Ali: Regift 'em our way 🙏 Ali: Marlene wants to meet up later Ali: Looks like we're doing this today then, ugh, we can hit the charity shops tomorrow maybe? The sales rush shoulda died down a bit at least Ro: That works for me, I'd rather not fight for my faux furs, somewhat defeats the desired purpose Ro: I'll be around if things with Marlene go according to plan, or otherwise and you need to talk it out Ali: Agreed, though I'm down for granny bashing our way to the bargains if needs must Ali: I'll be getting some practice in today, like 🙃 Ali: Thank you though, Posy Ali: Sure it'll be fine Ro: I know it will. You can do this Ro: I can condone that much at least, your shopping behavior less so Ali: 😽 Ali: With you on my side, how could I fail? Ali: She is getting narky though so watch me waltz down the stairs and out again like missed me missed me

0 notes