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#on the upside to this rant that made me cry i now know why the nickname little spark kills me
realsapphicswife · 11 months
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Why The Gun?
Lorraine Broughton x Fem Spy!Reader
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WARNING: ANGST, Violence, Guns, Lorraine crying, SMUT +18, Praise Kink (R Receiving), Oral (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Aftercare
A/N: Phone Calls are Colored and in Bold!
Unfortunately, Percival is still alive
There needs to be more stories on my girl, I'm just saying
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What started off as a simple mission, turned into me pacing back and forth in my room at 3 am, rethinking my entire life.
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
All I had to do was gain Lorraine's trust, so that I could lure her into the trap Percival had set up for her...not fall in love. I knew his patience was running thin and my time was running out.
Percy: What is taking so long? You already have her wrapped around your pretty little finger, don't you?
Me: Yes, but-
Percy: But what?
He could tell I was hesitant to answer. A moment passes and he finally realizes why I've been stalling.
Percy: Oh...don't tell me you've gone soft?
Me: What? No-
Percy: She is a frigid bitch and it's only a matter of time till she catches on and kills you
She wouldn't.
Me: I know that
Percy: Then do your god-damn job, for fuck's sake!
His loud voice causing my to flinch against the phone.
Percy: Or I will
Me: No!
I just knew he was smirking on the other line.
Me: I mean...I'll do it...tonight
Percy: Good
He says, hanging up on me. Fuck.
I curse to myself. I couldn't let him hurt her. I would never be able to forgive myself, if he did. I had to make a choice. It was now or never.
Taking in a shaky breath, I dial her up. With each passing second, I felt the dread in the pit of my stomach growing worse. What felt like an eternity of the rings looping over and over again later, she finally answers.
Lorraine: Hello?
Me: Hi
I do my best to disguise the fear in my voice, as the tears in my eyes begin to gather.
Lorraine: Hi, darling
She greeted sweetly.
Me: What are you up to?
Lorraine: Just going over some files
Me: Mhm
I respond, wiping off a stray tear that managed to escape.
Lorraine: Are you alright? You seem off
Me: Yeah! I'm okay, I was just wondering if you were free tonight. I, um... I just miss you and I'd love to get some dinner. It's kind of been a hard day
Lorraine: That sounds wonderful, but, are you sure you're okay? I could always stop by, if you need me to
Me: Yes, my love, I'm fine. Just stressed about work
God, did it hurt like hell to lie to her again. I know that's all I've been doing this entire time, so I should've gotten used to it, by now...but actually getting to know her and seeing past the cold front she put forth, subsequently made my heart melt.
I'd been a spy for years and never once has this happened before. I've killed, I've lied, I've stolen and all those times, it was like nothing to me. I never felt guilt or shame for any of it.
Until she came along and turned my whole world upside down.
She was the first to show me any sort of kindness. Kindness I'd never experienced before. It wasn't just the way she would listen to me rant for hours and hours, while still having a smile on her face or the way she would hold me, as we laid in bed together.
It was everything.
The little compliments she'd use to make me blush, the way her hands were always intertwined with mine, the random kisses she would press to my lips and forehead, the look of pure admiration me time she saw me.
She was the closest to heaven I'd ever get. I didn't deserve her and I knew that.
Lorraine: If you say so. Just know it's really no trouble
Me: I know, thanks
Lorraine: What time did you have in mind?
I tell her to meet me at the restaurant we always went to at 7 pm, before wishing her goodbye.
Lorraine: See you then, sweet girl
She says, before I hang up.
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I spent the next few hours leading up to the date getting showered, doing my hair and makeup and getting dressed, while simultaneously wiping away the tears that would escape every now and then. Was this really how it was going to end? Was this my karma for all the lives I've taken? My punishment for all the things I've done? I'm not saying I didn't deserve this...but I didn't think it would hurt this much.
I grab my gun and sheathe into the thigh strap I put on. If anything were to go wrong, I had to be prepared.
I head out of my apartment building and hail a cab. I hop in and within 15 minutes, I finally arrive at the location and make my way inside. Percival should be at the wrong address, three or four hours away.
I just couldn't bring myself to do it. She meant more to me than my own life and I no longer cared. The plan was to tell come clean about everything and give her enough time to escape without being seen. If she wanted nothing to do with me afterwards, I would have understood.
As long as she was safe, that was all that mattered. Would it rip my soul to shreds? Yes, but she deserved better than this, better than me.
I walk in and see her in a booth by the windows. She looked as beautiful as ever.
She looks up and greets me with the same soft smile that got me into this mess in the first place. I could feel my heart shatter with every step I took closer. I take the seat across her and she leans in to kiss me.
"Good evening", she says,
Pressing her lips to mine, before sitting back down.
"You look beautiful", I say,
She smiles to herself and takes my hand.
"Says you"
That. That was one of the many things she did that made my heart swoon...and one of the many things that would soon break it. We order our food and spent the next hour just eating and talking. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with her, before potentially losing her forever.
"Do you remember that trip we took to Paris?"
I laugh and almost choke on my wine.
"How could I forget? We got stuck in the elevator on our way up the Eiffel Tower for an hour", I remind,
"But we made the most of that time, didn't we?", she replies,
Talking about the little almost-tryst we had. We could never keep our hands off each other. The more I thought about it, the more cowardly I became.
I couldn't do it. It was too wrenching. I know how selfish it sounds, but she was all I had. I wouldn't know what to do without her. That's when I came up with an idea. It was insane, but maybe insane enough to work.
"What if we ran away?"
Her eyes widen at my words.
"What?"
"Think about it. You're constantly running away from something and always in danger"
She sighs and shakes her head.
"Wouldn't it be nice to just...slow down and find happiness"
"I already did", she admits,
Making me scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.
"You"
I could feel the tears in my eyes start brewing and I knew I could break apart
"(Y/N)", she calls out softly,
Cupping my cheek.
"What's wrong-", I interrupt her with a kiss,
How could I go on without this? The feeling of her against me and knowing that I was the only person that had that privilege. I eventually pull away and take her hand in mine.
"Let's get back to your hotel, hm?"
If this was the last night we spent together, I had to make the most of it. We get the check, pay for the meals and head out. Her hand perfectly intertwined in mine, like pieces of a puzzle that were meant for each other.
Before we could get a taxi, she playfully pins me to the wall.
"You are insatiable", I chuckle,
"It's just what you do to me", she teases,
Before leaning down to kiss me. My hands go around the back of her neck and hers take a hold of my waist. Our tongues meet in spiraling embrace.
Everything else around us disappeared and it felt like we were simply floating in the air. The only thing I could focus on were the butterflies that swarmed around inside me. I felt one of her hands free my waist and trail down my hip. The moment I feel her reach the handle of my gun, my heart stops.
Her eyes widen, as she reaches for it under my dress and quickly pulls away to point it straight at me.
"Lorraine-"
"Why the gun, (Y/N)?", she questions,
"It's not what you think"
"I'll ask one more time...why the gun?"
Her eyes begin to fill with tears.
"This wasn't how I wanted you to find out", I say,
Just as Lorraine was about to unleash her anger on me, a bullet ricochets off the wall, causing us to duck. We look over and see Percival getting out of his car.
"Broughton!"
My heart drops seeing the two guards following behind him. He looks over at me and shakes his head.
"I should've known you were too weak for this", he mocked,
"Go!", I yell,
Taking her hand and making a run for it.
We reach an unfinished building and one of the guards shoots the gate in front of me, as I fall to the ground. He grabs at my leg and use my free foot to kick him across the face. I leap back pack up to stand and he goes to strike at me, when I block his punch and elbow him in the nose.
Lorraine looks over and the other guard manages to sneak up behind her.
"Lorraine!"
She turns around and gets punched in the stomach, making her double over in pain. I return my attention back to the man trying to kill me and I find him reaching for his gun. I go to grab it, but he wraps his arm around my neck instead.
We struggle for a bit, but I throw my head back and butt him in the nose.
Once I was free, I use the gate to hoist myself up, as I wrap my legs around his neck, before propelling my body downwards to sweep him off his feet. The moment I hit the ground, I reach for the gun and shoot him point blank between the eyes.
I check my surroundings and can't find Lorraine anywhere. I hear a groan and the impact of a hit coming from the building. I look up and see Lorraine still fighting off the other guard. I climb over the fence and dash up the stairs. He now had Lorraine pinned up against the wall with a knife to her throat.
"I want to make it hurt", he says,
With the most bone-chilling grin on his face.
"Not in your lifetime", I say through gritted teeth,
I pull the trigger and the revolver was empty.
"Shit"
He goes to lunge at me, but Lorraine pulls him back by the collar of his shirt, as he turns and stabs her in the shoulder, causing her to yell out in agony.
The anger that overtook me seeing him hurt Lorraine filled me with enough adrenaline to run over and knock him upside the head with the handle of the gun. The impact hard enough to make him fall over. I give him a good kick to the stomach, before getting to Lorraine.
"You mind if I borrow this?", I say,
Taking the handle of the knife in my hand.
"Do it", she exhales,
I nod and rip it out of her, making her groan through her nose.
I turn back to the guard and flip him onto his back.
"This is what happens when you fuck with the wrong people", I say through gritted teeth,
Pulling his head up by his hair.
"No no no-"
Before he could plead anymore for his life, I slit his throat, cutting off his sentence. I finally release the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding and got back on my feet. The relief I felt was short-lived, when I remember Lorraine.
I look over and find her leaned up against the pillar.
"Shit", I whisper to myself,
Making my way over to her and examining the wound on her thigh.
"We need to go"
"Broughton!", Percival's booming voice echoing through the hollow building,
We turn and find him standing by the stairs.
"Well...isn't this just precious?", he mocks,
"Fuck you", I breathe out,
"You already have someone for that", he says,
Looking over at Lorraine.
"Unless you don't mind me joining", he grins,
I shake my head in pure disgust.
"But enough about all that nasty business...this is where it ends for you two"
I glance behind him and see the guard I just killed laying right by the edge of where a wall was meant to be. I turn back to Lorraine and immediately knew she had the same idea.
I get up and charge towards him. He shoots at me and I dodge it, before lunging at him, as he tripped over his guard.
Just as I was about to follow him over the edge, I get pulled back by arm and fall on top of Lorraine. For the first time this evening, I was truly at peace. Getting lost in the oceans that stared back at me.
"You've never looked more beautiful", she says,
Her eyes pouring into mine, making me scoff to myself.
"Even when I'm covered in dirt and blood?"
She wipes off the debris from my face, making me blush.
"That just makes you sexy", she teases,
As I bite back a smile. I stand up and gently helped her onto her feet.
"Careful", I warn,
Wrapping an arm around her waist.
We climb down the stairs and go to leave, when we hear coughing coming from behind the building. We went around and find Percival impaled by a rod that was meant to support a beam. I sigh through my nose and go to walk over to him, when she stops me.
"(Y/N)-"
"I have to do this...or it will never end", I say,
She reluctantly lets me go and I make my way over to him. He looks over at me and laughs.
"You lovesick puppy", he chokes on his blood,
"You're pathetic", I reply,
Shaking my head.
"I almost feel sorry for you"
"Sorry for me? Please. I'm not the one slumming it with the snake I was meant put down"
I take the dagger out of my pocket and plunge it into his heart, watching him gasp his final breath.
The nightmare I've been living in for years was finally over.
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Once we made sure he was really dead, we head back to my house, where I was now cleaning up her wounds and bruises.
"Done", I say,
Securing the bandage around her thigh.
"Thank you"
"You don't have to thank me, my love", I assured,
"But I do", she disagrees,
Taking my hand into hers.
"You saved my life tonight"
"But I also put it in danger"
She shakes her head and bends down to kiss me.
"You've made mistakes, who hasn't? I mean I know I have", she admits,
"You chose to risk your life to protect me...that's all that matters now"
Her hands cup my face, as the tears in my eyes began to gather.
"I love you, (Y/N)"
"I love you too", I reply,
Leaning up to press my lips against hers. This kiss was different than the other ones we've shared. It was needier. More desperate. With everything that just happened, I wasn't surprised. I could've lost her forever and it would've been my fault. If Percival couldn't kill me, that surely would.
Her hands find their way around my neck and pulls me even closer. My lips trail from her cheek to the side of neck, leaving marks at the sweet spot behind her ears.
I could feel myself getting wetter with each passing second and listening to her breaths grow raspy and uneven only added to the heat of the moment.
She takes the opportunity to reach behind me and pull the zipper of my dress down. I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head, leaving me in just my underwear and bra.
I begin taking her clothes off and proceed to kiss down her chest, when she stops me.
"Wait"
"Is there something wrong?", I worry,
"No, it's not that..."
My eyebrows quirk together in confusion. That was until she pulls me up onto the bed and carefully moves to situate herself between my legs, as to not hurt herself any further.
"You're hurt"
"And this should cure my ills", she teases,
"But-"
"I just need to enjoy you right now...is that alright?", she muttered breathlessly,
After a brief pause to contemplate, I eventually give in and nod.
"Lay back for me"
I do as she says and make myself comfortable against the pillows. She gives me one more peck, before kissing her way down my neck and unhooking my bra and exposing me to the cold draft that plagued my house.
"Fucking perfect", she mumbles,
Licking up at my nip and sucking at them, as I whine at the contact.
She grips at my other mound and uses the pad of her thumb to rub circles around them. She always knew just what to do to have me melt into nothing but putty in her hands.
"Fuck"
Making her chuckle against my warm skin.
"I'm trying", she teases,
She moves her attention to my other breast and looks up at me through her lashes. God, was she perfect. Once my buds were standing at attention, she finally makes her way down to where I needed her most.
She helps me out of my underwear and her eyes land on the glistening mess that was waiting for her.
"Such a sweet girl. So patient for me", she praised,
Sending a chill up my spine. She looks back up at me and rubs up and down my hips.
"Can I taste you?", she questioned,
Almost pleadingly. I nervously chew at my bottom lip and nod.
"I need to hear you say it, darling"
"Please, I need you", I begged,
She gives me one last look, before putting an end to the torture once and for all by diving into my slick cavern and licking up the wetness.
A gasp escapes me and my fingers intertwine in her silver locks.
"Just as sweet as you look", she hums against me,
Before wrapping her lips around me needy bundle of nerves. Her skilled fingers work up and down my slit and eventually push into me. Moans and whimpers spill out like prayers from my lips, as she continued her ministrations on my g spot.
It wasn't long for the knot in my stomach to tighten and the sweat to start dampening my skin. The whole room filled with the smell of sex and pathetic cries of my greediness wanting more.
Everything she did and every praise she mumbled only inched me closer and closer to my climax.
She adds another finger and I was on the verge of tears from how good it felt. Less than a few moments later of her thrusting, it was almost impossible to keep fighting back the orgasm that was threatening to wash over me.
"You're so close", she groaned,
"I am!", I cried,
"Do it for me, darling, cum for me", she demanded,
That was all it took to push me over the inevitable edge. I came with a a scream and released all over her tongue and chin. She licks every last drop, before crawling up my body and crashing her lips onto mine.
"Do you taste yourself?", she whispers,
I giggle against her and nod.
"Good"
Once I wipe the sweat off of her forehead, I carefully help her onto her back and she lays my head against her bare chest. Laying in the soft silence, I take a moment to catch my breath whilst listening to the steady beat of her heart.
Even after everything that's happened, she still found it in her heart to treat me with the same softness, as she always has. This was where I was meant to be. In the arms of the woman I loved most without a care in the world.
Wait...Love. I loved her. She was everything I could ever want and need. Her daunting beauty, her compassionate caring heart that only I could see past the cold exterior and the way she would hold me like I was the only thing that mattered.
As her hands caress the expanse of my back, I found the courage to finally say what I should've said a long time ago.
"I love you, Lorraine"
Her gaze leaves the ceiling and falls upon my doe-eyed stare.
"What?"
"You don't have to say it back yet, but...I thought it was only fair that I tell you how I really feel"
A beaming grin creeps onto her face and she kisses me once more.
"I love you too"
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kuromiiyuuu · 2 years
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.*ೃ༄ he’s into her
—After finally ending things with your toxic ex boyfriend, your best friend comforts you in such a way that it makes him confess his unconditional love for you.
atsumu miya, (f). genres, tropes, warnings + word count. angst with fluff at the end | bestfriend to lovers! | toxic relationship! |
notes i. please send me some request, i’d be happy to write them for you!
“You’ve gotten skinnier.”
“You used to dress up back then, now you had let yourself go.”
“Go fix yourself before my friends sees you.”
Words, they were words that poked a needle right on your heart, the worst thing about it was those words came out from the person you thought wouldn’t hurt you, the person you thought would cry at the thought of hurting you.
Words, those words that was the reason you looked right at yourself on the mirror, agreeing with the degrading comments your significant other says about you.
It’s getting hard for you to keep a smile after those words shattered your sense of dignity and respect to yourself, smile through the pain. Is what you always tell yourself.
How did this happen to you? How did you end up in the arms of the wrong person? An awful person at it’s best, he was the worst in terms of persona. He took every chance he had to discourage you and it makes you question what it was that made him like to date you.
That’s why, you finally turned to the light at the end of the tunnel, you knew your worth and it was sure worth more than a jerk telling you about the things you can not change.
Ending things might’ve been the most refreshing thing you have ever done in your life, cause as soon as he was done cussing you out and he leaves, you feel the atmosphere of your apartment lift again, the once dull colors now spiking with hue.
But the refreshing emotion was over-felt by the feeling of sadness.
He showed you things no other men past him showed you before, but you guess it was just in the beginning.
“It’s freezing outside!” A familiar bold voice hugs your apartment, without even noticing a small friendly smile creeps it way to your face as you resumed your activities by finishing the ramen you heated.
It was your best friend, your partner in crime they would like to call. Atsumu Miya was the person you grew with, also including his silver haired twin whom was also close with you but if we talk about inseparable, its you and Atsumu.
Both of you knew things about each other that the other doesn’t even know about.
Atsumu blew at the wound on your knee when you were kids, he had protected you with bullies, he gives you extra piece of his sandwich even if you already have one. He was a sweetheart, and that’s all because he has you.
But you don’t know that, and it hurts him to say the least. You talk about the newest guys you talk to, and it tugs on his heart strings, he might not admit it but he’s thankful whenever one of your dates doesn’t go well. It gives him hope.
But after hearing you finally found yourself a boyfriend you were serious about, he was unsure if it was still necessary for him to chase after you even if you were running so fast and far you can away from him.
He was the one to always be the napkin to wipe your tears, the listener to listen about your rants and complains. He doesn’t complain, he loves you. Hello flip the whole world upside down if it is to see you happy.
Even if it means he can’t have you.
“I’m in the kitchen, tsumu.” You announce, finally throwing away the seasoning packets of the ramen. Placing two of the noodles on the small table of the kitchen, the blonde then shows himself by walking through the entrance, “You got here with that spare key of yours again?”
“What’s the purpose of the key you gave me if I don’t use it.” The blonde retorts at your earlier statement, his attractive face now holding a charming smile, but it soon fades away when he took notice of your puffy under eyes, nose red and eyelashes still fresh and glistening because of the wetness.
“Y/n, yer alright?” He softly asks you, trying to mask up his concerned tone but it was impossible to do so, his eyes not leaving your as he sits right next to you.
And then, the emotions you were building up finally bursts out, you cried. Hard, on him as if it will be the last day you will have on the world, and it worried him.
You leaned your face against his chest as you cried and cried, his hand moving to rub up and down on your back as he slightly snuggles his nose on your hair, exhaling your hair in the process of it all.
Your cries and sobs were hurting his heart, he hates seeing you like this. Because it hurts him too.
“It’s okay, I’m here. I have you, I’ll take care of you.” He says, wanting to tell you that he was here for you to have while you only resumed crying, but his words were clear as a crystal to you, “What happened?”
“W... We broke up.” You let out, barely. Your voice was small and at the end of your sentence was followed by another sob.
Atsumu sighs, his free hand making it’s way towards your right hand and he tangles his with yours.
How much more time does he have to bare for you to finally notice he was here, ready to risk everything he has just to give you euphoria.
“He was very mean to me, tsumu.” You say, now calming down to say the least but still sobbing, “I was stupid enough to think that he can change.”
“I’m here for you, you know that right? He was a bastard anyway, you deserve better, so much better.” The blonde tells you, his words leaves a print as it makes it’s way inside your ear, you shivered from the unknown.
“Are guys always like this, tsumu? Are they this hard to reach?” You let out, your emotions were everywhere and you weren’t so sure wether what was right to say, all you wanted was to vent your feelings before you break down.
I’m here, If you give me a chance I’ll show you. I’ll show you that I’m better. He wanted to whisper in your ear but he stops himself.
He knows the consequences, you were at your worst, it was about you, not about his feelings it was about how he can be a good friend at this time.
That night with Atsumu, your best friend was a great way to spend your first day after a hard break up. It feels refreshing to have your emotions out like that, and knowing it was to Atsumu, the boy whom you trust amongst everybody, you were more than grateful.
Now, the blonde offered you to spend the day with him, to clear your thoughts he reasons with you and you agreed, not wanting to decline such sweet offer since it was him taking you to the movies.
He wanted you to forget, your ex ever happened, you deserve better. And that you should never settle for less.
“That was so refreshing tsumu!” You say while stretching your arms up as you go out of the cinema with the blonde right beside you, his gaze only on you, “I can’t believe I feel so good, I never thought i’d ever heal this fast.”
“You don’t need to heal, you’re not sick after all.” Atsumu jokes and you slightly chuckle at his words.
You both then walked your way outside the mall, wanting to call it a day since it has been an hour or so that both of you spent together, having a good time that may last forever in Atsumu’s memories, oh maybe every memory with you will last forever in his mind.
“I hope you enjoyed today, Y/n.” The blonde says as he looks away from you to hide the sight of him blushing.
“Enjoyed? It was more than that tsumu, I feel so free.” You exclaim with a giggle, can’t help but to feel so excited about the day, it was the most fun you had since being with your ex, you then stop your tracks resulting for Atsumu to also stop on his tracks and you face him, your face holding a adorable smile.
“Thank you tsumu... for today, I enjoyed it very much.” Fiddling with your fingers you were unsure what made you so nervous all of a sudden.
“Anything for you, and I’m glad you enjoyed it. It’s nice to see you laughing again.” The blonde tells you, his hand moving on it’s own, he then tucks a hair behind your ear.
“Because of you.” You say, and it caught Atsumu off guard by how bold you were, was he dreaming? Did you really just say that, “I’m laughing because of you, tsumu.”
Before the blonde can open his mouth and reply, the clouds roared out a thunder before releasing rain down to earth.
“And it started to rain,” atsumu exclaims with a disappointing tone.
You looked up, watching as lines of water starts to fall on your sight and you can’t help but laugh at how refreshing it felt.
The rain seemed to have washed all the emotions you have felt.
And Atsumu notices this, the way your eyes seemed to relax, he can see it, the genuine change of your eyes as you smile tells him you were happier than the days you spent with that bastard.
“Y/n...” he calls out for you to look at him and you did, and he smile on your face still intact.
“Yes?” You replied, now your upper tooth appears. A smile, an actual smile on your face.
This was the thing Atsumu does, he brings the happiest in you. Just like he usually does when you were kids, but maybe you were too much of a slow person to notice his gazes at you.
“Dance with me and let us pretend the world doesn’t exist.” The blonde holds his hand to you, waiting for you to accept it.
This was his way to tell you he likes... no, he loves you. And he waits for your answer, there you finally realize, all this time of trying to find the perfect man to treat you right.
You forget to realize the real standard was right by your side.
How can you not realize, that he was into you all along?
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yoinkschief · 9 months
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Content Warning: Nudity (Nothing explicit or sexually motivated)
Also there's a gigantic fucking rant under here about this bastard I did NOT plan for it to be so long and I have this sinking fear the others will be just as, if not longer
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Take this traditional ref sheet because I can't be bothered to make it digital right now
Sheet Translations and explanations cause I have shitty handwriting:
7'2"
Used to be 5'8" but you know how that goes XP
Whoag! He's tall! Seem experimentation can go a long way :)
★Strip/Mafia Tord is the only version of Tord who wears earrings anymore
I used to always draw Tord with earrings, specifically dangling earrings with upside down crosses on them, but more recently I've stopped doing that and instead draw him with only a tongue piercing that him, Tom and Edd all have matching (they tried to convince Matt to also get one but he was worried about it ruining his teeth), so as a way to homage to my previous design and because it fits him too well I gave him diamond studs :)
Hearing aid [picture]
Tord wears a hearing aid! On top of his eye sight being fucked in his right eye and not what it used to be in his left, his hearing also is shot! He needed a hearing aid on his right ear and on top of his processing issues from his ADHD he can't hear as well as he used to in his left ear (not that his loud bass music taste ever really helped)
Has no waist, giving the illusion he has hips (he doesn't)
Shawty's got no hips and no ass, the only meat he has is in his massive bohongas and the only meaty claw he has left, he already had a triangular shape what with his big ass rib cage and zero hips but going to the military made him even more top heavy so now he's even more triangle
Screen [picture]
His robot arm has a screen on it that's basically an apple watch but better because I fucking hate apple,,,, and yes it does say OPPAI on it, it's an inside joke between me and my lovely partner :)
Spectator Shoes [picture]
Because I think he would wear them, and it's a silly nod to his constant need to be in the spotlight and not sitting on the sidelines: that was the whole reason he left to go to the military in the first place, he was sick of being "Edd's friend" and not "Tord" if that makes sense, he needed an out (and just from personal experience of having people I know go to ROTC and/or join the military fresh out of highschool, it's a good wake up call for some, and a horrible fucking power trip for others,,, don't really know how that last one happens when the whole point is to get you to cry to your mom and beg to go home but hey, to each their own I suppose)
[picture] Power Core
Serves to connect to Tord's nerves, forming it into power to move his arm with
The logistics behind this are loose at best and a goofy thought I had at worst, but basically it's something like the workings inside of the bionic arm connect Tord's nervous system to the core which then converts his thought energy/brain's commands into actual movement, which is why he has one at his shoulder (to connect the nerves) and one on his hands (to connect to The rest of his arm, think of it as like the two power cores being connected via invisible string that gets manipulated to pull his hand up, down, to the side, and so on, and the bicep and forearm connected with the elbow allow it to bend more naturally). That's the best way I can explain it
[picture] The coat he wears on his shoulders,,, meant to pay homage to the coat he wears in his 2004 design
Pretty self explanatory, but since he doesn't have his OG coat (because Edd now wears it, more on that when I get to his ref sheet) this is what he's wearing, a big ass mob coat with gold trim as the accents,,,, I spent way too long drawing Zenigata's mandatory oversized detective/inspector trench coat to not somehow find a way to bring it to someone else's design
OMG! He nakey!
Yup. I'm very mature.
Dragon Tattoo [pictures]
Ahh the infamous dragon tattoo HC,,, at least I think it's infamous- I've seen a lot of people with it so, lol. Additionally, he also has a tattoo of Jason Voorhees' mask at the base of his neck/top of his spine, but it's covered by his hair so I didn't think to add it but there's a very cute story behind it: Tord used to have a snake (he bought it as a ball python,,, it was not,,, it was a reticulated python, and he only found out when he didn't stop growing) who he so lovingly named Voorhees because he was white with a grey splotch on his face that Tord swore looked exactly like Jason's mask, so, he got a tattoo to match with his pet snake. Like a queer.
✨Trans✨
I will never miss the opportunity to make Tord trans masc I love him so
[picture] Leads with his chest
Machismo or something, I dunno, but he has the cocky confidence of a bastard type air around him and so in later years he starts leading with his chest after he goes to the military, versus his past, more laid back, lead with his hips. And by laid back I mean both he was more "devil may care" and trying to get laid, because he's got the libido of a dog in a heat thinking he was doing something leading with his hips because all the snoody whores do it in his anime and he hasn't touched grass since he was in college,,, boy howdy was that military a good idea to knock some sense into him (even if that did come with giving him an excuse to be even more power hungry and that much more of an attention whore)
Still has no ass
Yeah. No amout of drills can give him muscle there, and trust that he's tried (mostly out of spite because Tom always made fun of him for having a flatter ass then Matt, a literal twink with scrawny limbs,,, though you shouldn't let that fool you, he's far too strong for how thin he looks. Anyway look at how that turned out: it didn't lmao)
Ouroboros Tramp Stamp
Another fun story to tell :) so, back when Tord lived with Edd and the gang, he got super hyperfixated on Vikings and their symbolism and artworks and whatnot (he recently rewatched all of the How to Train Your Dragon movies and it lead him down a rabbit hole leading him to want to learn more of his ancestry seeing as most Norwegians came from vikings,,, if I remember correctly, do correct me if I'm wrong) and texted them about what Viking tattoos they should get: Tom's was the Viking rune for "Wolf", Matt's was the Yggdrasil, and I can't remember what Edd's was. The reason Tom was Wolf because it just fits him, he's got that "lone wolf" energy to him but he's just a dork who enjoys being around his friends whether he'd say that to their faces or not, and he's fiercely loyal to them to the point where it anyone would be the first to die for their friends in the group it would be him. Matt's is the Yggdrasil because,, well I can't really explain this one, it's just cause it fits really, I dunno how to explain it. Tord is ouroboros because mmmmm the snake that eats itself is just fucking spot ON for Tord, and having it as a tramp stamp is the sweet cherry on top, self destructive habits and a drive to run himself into the ground to satisfy his insatiable need. Tord has no idea if the others got these tattooed on them (they did, and to everyone's surprise Matt also got a tattoo,,, though no one knows that any of the others got their tattoo save for them knowing Tord got his cause duh)
An interesting thing to note if you want is that often times people will get a tattoo of Ouroboros surrounding the Yggdrasil, so you could say Matt and Tord kind of have matching tattoos. And for the storyline, that can be seen as important
Also fun fact: Tord's original tattoo was supposed to be the symbol for lightning as a way to nod at the fact his name "Tord" is a shortened version of "Torden", at least in my headcanon, which means "Thunder" in Norwegian,,, but then I found out that symbol has become a N*zi dog whistle and by god this man does NOT need any more fucking N*zi symbolism in his design can we fucking stop with that. Besides, ouroboros is much better anyway, I think
EDIT: I REMBER NOW - Edd's tattoo was the Web of Wyrd due it being created by the Nords, the Norse mythos' equivalent to the fates, the symbol representing fate and the fact that your past actions have consequences on your future (something something obligatory EDDS-world joke and WTFuture joke) but yeah Edd's got this one like how the others do
- Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!
Will Wood + The Tapeworms
- Dogs // Still Bummed
nouns
- BAD LUCK!
Jhariah
- Selfish Hate
JAWNY
Just some songs I was listening to while drawing that I thought fit him a bit and the vibes I was going for, I highly recommend you listen to these songs if you haven't already,,, P.S. for everyone who loved Panic! At The Disco when the band was still together and before Brendon started writing his own lyrics, ruining his voice and came to light to be a piece of shit, I HIGHLY recommend Jhariah, he's him but so much better I fucking love his dogs, his albums give the same vibes as the Vices & Virtues and A Fever You Can't Sweat Out albums,,, and I couldn't help myself I love Will Wood holy shit
Time for an info dump about Tord in this AU,,, be prepared it's so fucking long this has been stuck in my head for forever pleASE-:
Obviously, The End Part 1 & 2 are canon in this series, but Tord has absolutely zero regrets about it - he can't, otherwise all the work he's done is for naught,,, although it wasn't planned; his original plan WAS to move back in with Edd, settle down and continue his operations in London with his buds without them ever knowing cause he missed them, however, they got to nosey and so he had to abort with what he was hoping to have finished (the giant robot) but was unable to due to, well, Tom
"but how come Tord was trying to kill Tom, then, if this wasn't what was planned?" Because it was fucking funny, Kyle/ref,,,, also because as a side note: Tom canonically cannot die, or at least, hasn't found anything that can yet and he's not at the old age for that yet. He has what I like to call "Deathly Immortality", or "Cartoonish/Looney Toons Immortality" where he "dies", but then comes back like nothing happened and no one mentions it as any different
Tord has something similar, as well, but instead it's more of "Unfortunate/Spiteful Immortality" or "Anime Immortality" in the sense of where Tom dies and pops back up like a toon character, Tord is like an anime antagonist who just won't die, like William Afton he always comes back but in worse and worse state (He also got sick an ungodly amount in his youth until his body was like fuck it and actually gained an immune system for every illness he kept getting lmao,,, pollen still wrecks his ass though)
Afterward The End Part 1 & 2, Tord poured his full attention into his mob, experiments, and his projects, the thing he was basically trying to use his friends as a front for before Tom got too smart, since he was having trouble not being homesick for his previous life before he went to the army and got power hungry,,, guess you can't be homesick for something that doesn't exist anymore LMAO, anyway- in pouring himself into his work, he buys an "entertainment building", as he calls it, to launder his money: Midnite. Because he thinks he's clever or something misspelling Midnight. Midnite is basically like, all sorts of things rolled into a skyscraper, each floor has a different thing: A restaurant, a casino, an arcade, a strip club, wink wink nudge nudge, but basically this is where he holds meetings and such with his money laundering
Strip/Mafia takes place I'd say... Three? Years after The End? Long enough for Tord to get way too much shit done but short enough that bitter feelings are still felt between the gang for Tord and from Tord
Yes TomTord is canon, but let me tell you this is god's slowest candle wick, because Tom fucking GOES THROUGH IT in this story man, cause everyone's going every which direction, suddenly changing and leaving and he hates it in general because mmm parental issues of dead parents who left too early, the fact that he's autistic and fucking hates sudden changes, the fact Tord is alive is enough to piss him off, it's just all around not a good time for him and so the TomTord is very Tord sided. He's always had a fascination with Tom since highschool, but didn't really understand what it was until he had to be told to his face by who was supposed to be his significant other 💀 but Tord enjoys Tom because he truly is the only one who was able to keep him on his toes in his youth as he got older it grew deeper and he gained a bigger appreciation for Tom and his knack for always being able to throw Tord off his guard,,, to be fair though that's mostly because Tord relies on his quick wit, luck, and the gullibility of others; he's not really good at long term planning and thinking versus Tom who is amazing at pattern recognition and planning long term and for this that could go wrong, in other words, thinking and planning ahead
Additionally, Edd sided TordEdd, too, because love triangles or something, except they both are like bordering narcissistic personality disorders so it really would not be good for either of them to get into a relationship with each other, not that Tord really wants to (anymore? He kinda had a thing for Edd in highschool at the beginning but fell out of it pretty quickly, which, fun fact, is an ADHD thing: Edd gave him instant gratification and euphoria so, like people with ADHD tend to do, he fixated on it, but slowly fell out of it once he stopped thinking with his excitement about having a new friend who actually paid attention to him), but Edd is CONVINCED Tord is just doing all of this for attention from him like he's begging Edd to "save him" (he's definitely not) because Edd "doesn't have a savior/hero complex, stop telling people that omlll" so that's always fun
Errr trying to think of more to say without just writing out an entire book or just showing pictures of the OG script I wrote for it JGXXGJJXG
Feel free to ask any questions oml this AU is stuck in my head I seriously can't keep it contained any longer
OH
Drag/Street racing exists and is a big(?) part of this lmao,,, I mean kinda, it kicks off Tom slowly beginning to rekindle his feelings for Tord and shows Tom's relationship with Paul and Patryck from when they met in college along with Tord
Hooo boy college alone would be a lot to explain, so much shit happened in college but it technically isn't super important to the story? Besides the Paul and Patryck meeting Tom and Tord thing, ofc, but like what happened in college follows my general timeline headcanon of Eddsworld and it's a lot to explain when most of it just gives reason as to why Tom and Tord hate each other/bicker a lot when they move in together and gives a more in depth reading of their relationship and behaviors, moreso as to why they fell into stuck a pitiful state (butterfly affect baby, ONE action called them to both fall over the edge)
Also, I have a list of people I've based/referenced for Tord as Red Leader and it goes as follows:
Gustavo Fring - Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul
Professor Venomous - O.K. K.O., Let's Be Heroes!
Lord BoxMan - O.K. K.O., Let's Be Heroes!
Bill Cipher - Gravity Falls
Dr. Robotnik - Sonic Franchise
Yes I'm aware how chaotic that listing is lmao, but to be fair when I think Red Leader I think calculated and cunning like Fring and Venomous, but also stupid loony silly like BoxMan,, and of course a menace to society like Cipher and Robotnik
That's all for Tord I believe,,, I'll do more soon I'm sure
One last Tord appreciation:
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Have I expressed how much I love drawing people's torsos, I think they're gorgeous
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oddree13 · 1 year
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Steddie Midwest Emo AU
Steddie and honestly Stranger Things as a whole is ripe for a Midwest Emo AU. Maybe I've been listening to too much Front Bottoms or whatever, but I can't get it out of my head.
Because picture Steve leaving the Upside-Down for the last time and unable to cope with life. And Steve really doesn't think he needs the government-mandated therapy but the kids do, so he goes to set a good example. Because even after everything Steve is still trying his best for the Party even if nothing supernatural is coming after them.
The session start of basic, and he's convinced that the person he's assigned should have Eddie or Robin as a patient with how laid back and weird he is, but he's stuck with Tim for the foreseeable future and he'll deal. He deals until Tim one day brings up music therapy and Steve thinks he should just take the guitar Tim hands him and bash it over his head because he's here to process the hell of his life not learn an instrument.
"I'm not going to be any good at it, Tim."
"Who cares? You've got feelings, and yeah you might not have any skill now, and you may never, but it doesn't matter. Some of the most interesting music happens when your passion is bigger than the tools you have to deal with it. Isn't it great?"
And Steve thinks that Tim took one too many tabs in college but he takes home the acoustic guitar anyway.
It doesn't take long for Steve's passion to surpass his skill, and he really finds that he doesn't care. He doesn't care because he cries for the first time scribbling down his feelings about that spring break.
We keep playing with the numbers We are running out of time We are running, we are running But you're a killer and I'm your best friend Think it's unfair, your situation
He shows his shitty song to Tim who encourages him because for the in months Steve actually talked about something real and not just something he thought he should be talking about.
After a few more sessions and a few more songs, Tim passes him a flyer for an open mic night a few towns over.
"Is this mandatory?"
"If I made it mandatory would that make it easier?"
Steve doesn't nod but Tim tells him to go. So he goes and plays three of his discordant songs and some guy stops him after the show to let Steve know he plays drums. He doesn't understand why but he calls the guy a week later. Raul starts to provide the beat to Steve's arhythmic ranting and it's nice to have someone to just make something with that doesn't know what the catalyst is.
The party finds out when they notice Steve no longer picks the kids up from D&D on Fridays. He says it because they have their licenses. Eddie thinks he's lying.
Eddie, Robin, and Nancy trail him one random weekend and are surprised to find Steve's car parked in front of a bar that has a small line of people waiting to get in. Robin thinks maybe Steve just uses live music to escape but something tells Eddie it's more.
They go to the bar just in time for the MC to announce the lineup and just stand in shock as Steve takes the small stage. None of them get are able to voice their many questions because the drum starts, calling the room to attention, and Steve joins in with a simple three-chord strum.
I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat And he is screaming and crying for help And maybe halfway through, it has more to do with me killing him Than it ever did protecting myself And I believe that, yeah, Dad, maybe no one is perfect But I believe that you were pushing your luck
The trio exchange glances, and listen as for the first time they truly hear Steve Harrington express emotion that isn't carefully masked by a veneer. They watch in awe and don't move, afraid that if Steve sees them he'll stop.
After two more songs, Steve lets the crowd know it's his last one, and there's a collective murmur of discontent, but Steve just laughs. A girl in the front calls out asking him to make it a love song, and Steve tells her he doesn't have any of those, but he can get close enough. He checks in with Raul who starts a steady 4/4 beat for Steve. Before playing his guitar he tells the girl it's a song he wrote about 'a summer he tried trying to impress a guy.' As the crowd whoops, Nancy and Robin turn to look at Eddie who doesn't know what to think.
It's "The cops are coming in" type of sobering up It's a girl who'll never learn that I could not give a fuck My friends are happy, I am happy, I have learned to adapt It's a darker kind of humor and I can still hear them laugh
Because Eddie listens to the lyrics and if he didn't know better he'd think Steve was singing about the summer after spring break - the summer they were all coping, sometimes self-destructively. But then that would mean that-
He doesn't get a chance to finish that thought because Nancy elbows him. He looked up and sees that Steve has spotted them, but he doesn't look away. Instead, he locks eyes on Eddie as he repeats his declaration.
And I will remember that summer As the summer I was taking steroids 'Cause you like a man with muscles, and I like you
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nicxxx5 · 2 years
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will’s feelings for mike better get explicitly revealed in one way or another in s5 and i want it to be one of these ways
mike asks el about her commissioning the painting and she’s like “what?” and either...
 will over hears, gets caught over hearing, runs away, mike goes after him and they have an emotional conversation wear will is apologizing and mike stops him by kissing him or hugging him 
or mike confronts him in a situation where they’re either distressed or semi relaxed and will’s like “uh-uh-i can explain” and defeated admits he was talking about himself in the van and idk mike says something along the lines of opening up about his own attachment to will
 or maybe will’s getting emotional and mike’s about to say something and they get interrupted than later on in a heated situation mike brings it up and will’s like “WTF WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS NOW???” and mike kisses him because they might die
mike getting vecna’d and will being so distraught and screaming and in tears and when mike comes out of it he’s off because vecna made him face his internalized homophobia but he eventually gets over it because will is still distraught over almost losing mike and comforts him and confesses his feelings and what vecna showed him and will kisses him and tells him he doesn’t have to worry because he feels the same
will getting vecna’d and mike’s freaking out and when will comes out of it he’s off because vecna made him see the hate and judgement he’s afraid of getting from everyone if he comes out. but mike wont leave his side and later on asks him while and mike goes on a whole rant about how important will is and how scared he was and how much he needs him and they stare at each other until they kiss
will and mike are either in the upside down or fighting things from the UD and in the heat of thinking they’re gonna die will starts talking about how he’s been afraid and how important mike and the others are to him (but especially mike) and mike’s like “will why are you talking like we’re gonna die?” and will’s like because they might and mike’s saying they won’t but will keeps saying you don’t know that and mike says i promise and will just stares at him crying and kisses him because if he is gonna die might has well done the one things he’s ever wanted and maybe soon after that when everything is calmed down will turns to mike and says “uh, i’m sorry about before, i get if you hate me, we can just forget-” but mike grabs his face and kisses him again
will turns into a total badass in s5 and mike can’t process his feelings because they’re in his ass so he distances himself from will and starts being weird again until will has enough and corners him and calls him out on his bullshit and keeps going on about how weird mike has been and that he’s supposed to talk to him and he’s his best friend and its the end of the world and they have a lot of shit going on and mike shuts him up by kissing him
and omg i want them to get murryed SO FUCKING BAD 
okay this is gonna be it for now. i definitely have more but i haven’t been writing them down as i think of them so this was what i came up with. sorry if they’re shitty
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pillowaya · 2 years
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A Bsd Oneshot no one asked for
The sun shone brightly over the grass field, sending merciless waves of heat, announcing summer. It didn't seem to bother the boys sitting right underneath it, uncovered, busy chatting and reading. They all wore sporty fits, ready to play once again, as they all knew each other from the university's basketball club. The only difference was that, what served as a courtyard in their summer meetings, was a simple gravel ground, traced with chalk and equipped with hoops.
"The finals were so goddamn hard!" whined a grey haired, about to cry, his eyes reflecting the sun rays through their yellow-purple orbs. "I can't believe I was this close to failing my first year of uni. And summer vacation is only six weeks long!"
"Atsushi" Sighed a black haired, busy devouring a book of some sort. "We all went through this. Now quit whining and let me read"
Atsushi swallowed a tearful gulp. "And most importantly, this dude is my roommate! The pain is unimaginable"
"You're still first years," commented Dazai with a slightly evil smile. "You have so much more to go through. Just hit me up if you want to commit suicide-"
He abruptly shut up as a certain ginger slapped him upside down the head. Nonetheless, he proceeded to eye the ginger with love eyes. Smitten would be an understatement. "Even your smacks are heavenly, Chuuya~"
"Shut it" Chuuya hissed. "Although I, unfortunately, have to agree with this bastard that there's way more atrocious suffering to come"
"It's all because you were stupid enough to pick engineering" Fyodor, after fake clapping for the abuse he witnessed, chanted in relaxation. "Literature is so, so much better. And so much more comfortable"
Nikolai, who has been sitting on his lap for God knows how long, nodded in agreement.
"That, if you're able to write a five page essay over a rat yearning to find cheese-" Atsushi objected, and corrected himself once Fyodor shook his finger. "Oh, I mean, a seven page essay over a rat"
"You make it sound easier than crying yourself to sleep because you couldn't understand how a machine works"
"Now that's a personal attack!" Before Atsushi could return to his most desired rant session, Akutagawa stomped on his foot on purpose - a sign to warn him that if he doesn't lower his voice, he will sleep on the couch tonight - and he quickly calmed his tone. "I'm pretty sensitive!"
"Didn't we come here to play basketball?"
Asked Ranpo, taking a blue lollipop out of his mouth. He turned to look at the brunet who hid behind his chair. "Poe said that he wants to play with us today"
"No I didn't! I'm n-not ready yet..." Poe denied, a shriveled brown hair strand shaking from behind the piece of furniture.
"Yes, we sure did come to play" the captain, Fukuzawa, stood up and stretched his muscles in enthusiasm.
Dazai was tired. Yet he still wanted to play, because they might not meet like this again for the rest of the holiday. And he really wanted to see Chuuya. The ginger never failed to cause a strange sensation in his chest, as if speaking, moving, and feeling became harder, as if he took control over all of his hormones at once. He was no longer a teenager to have such raging hormones, but whenever he saw, whenever he felt Chuuya around him, his whole heart bumped, his whole body shivered.
It was annoying and pleasant at once. He still couldn't decipher why.
So he, with his massive IQ, made a stupid incomplete plan to ask Chuuya out by the end of the summer. He didn't develop it yet enough to add means or occasions for that. For now, he would just observe from afar and go with the flow. This move itself was unlike him, who planned and predicted every single step of the path he chose to follow.
Or so he thought, until a soothing voice tore the fuzziness in his mind–
"How about we make it… interesting?" Fyodor wrapped his arms around Nikolai, and with a malicious smile, continued his speech under eight pairs of eyes piercing through him. "We play in teams, but every player's points are counted individually. And in the end, the loser is dared to ask the winner out and date him for the rest of the vacation"
It was safe to say that Fyodor impregnated the field with silence for a long, long moment.
"That actually sounds fun" Chuuya stood up, cracking his knuckles, to which Dazai facepalmed because it always made it seem like he was preparing to fight rather than play a sport. The information passed over his mind and reached deaf ears before he finally awoke himself enough to analyse it, and then choked on his own saliva.
"I'm perfectly ready right now!" the ginger smiled wide enough to show his teeth, taking off his jacket, revealing his toned biceps and slender waist.
Dazai choked harder.
"Uhm, Dazai is dying-" Atsushi mumbled softly before Chuuya retorted. "This isn't about him"
Akutagawa held in his laughter.
Fukuzawa, Ranpo, Akutagawa and Nikolai all agreed after that, accepting the challenge. Fyodor chuckled. "Just to let you guys know, I won't lose. But Nikolai will"
Nikolai, who was almost automatically nodding to whatever Fyodor said, suddenly sat up and glared at him in both shock and rage. "What?"
"I don't make the rules, darling" he answered, unphased, to which Nikolai lifted his arms in the sky as if asking the gods to replenish his sanity. "You literally just made the rules!"
"Now now, let's play, everyone!" Fukuzawa, once he mentally calculated who wanted to play, called everyone into the court, rolling the ball on the tip of his finger. "We'll play four on four in our usual teams. Poe said he isn't ready to join yet, so he offered to write down the points. First team is: me, Chuuya, Ranpo and Atsushi, second team is Dazai, Fyodor, Nikolai, and Akutagawa"
Dazai let out a sound of confusion at that. "But I usually play with Chuuya on the same team!"
"Not this time" Dazai never realized the captain also had a teasing side of him until he saw his petty smile at the moment, and he facepalmed once again. His initial plan was for Chuuya to win and him to lose so he could ask Chuuya out without it seeming like his personal desire, and it would've been so much easier if Chuuya was with him in the same team, because then, he would pass him the ball without seeming suspicious.
He sighed in disbelief and decided to make the best out of it. For now, even if Chuuya doesn't win, he would make his attempt clear, and prepare a route for his upcoming confession. He breathed in and out. "Okay then"
Because, nonetheless, he would still do his best to make Chuuya win. He didn't have to worry about himself, for it was very easy to make himself loose. And even make it look accidental.
The game advanced in a blur. The ball ran tirelessly from hand to hand, and they melted under the sun, still not giving up over it. Every time it entered a hoop, they would all cheer and laugh, careless of who marked it, careless of their both personal and team related points.
"Why didn't you catch it, damn mackerel!" Dazai panted and placed his hands over his knees as he scolded Chuuya. "I sent it right to you!"
Chuuya scolded him back right away. "Maybe because I'm not in your team, and I don't want to ruin my beautiful face for a basketball match! You do realize how strong your serves are, right? Please tell me you do realize you can behead someone with that flying, flaming ball you throw"
"That's because I'm a professional!" Dazai felt his cheek getting pulled at that argument. "Professional my ass!!"
"Dazai! Catch!" Dazai heard Fyodor calling him and growled in exhaustion before receiving the ball. He dribbled it and shot it right inside the hoop.
"Is this unprofessional to you?" He asked rhetorically. "You better play well next time, mackerel"
"Alright, everyone, time over!" Ranpo cheerfully announced as Poe whispered in his ear the news. Half an hour passed so quickly that they barely noticed it, except for Atsushi who appeared on the brink of death, Akutagawa shoving a water bottle in his mouth and wrapping a towel around his neck. It was his way of caring.
Dazai fiddled with his fingers waiting for the results. He felt his heart thump loudly in his ribcage. It was so hard to focus, not only for him, but for the whole group of boys who were obviously not so heterosexual for each other. Fyodor had bright confidence in his eyes, very sure, for some reason, that he would win. It was dimmed right then and there-
"The winner is… Dazai!"
Dazai whipped his head up, eyes as wide as saucers.
What? Hasn't he played with the intention to lose?
"And our fabulous loser is… Chuuya!"
What?? Hasn't he helped him to win?
Chuuya let out the loudest "huh?" sound ever, his cheeks bursting pink. He then turned to look at Dazai who was now, pretty literally, dying on the floor. He managed to choke out, between laughter and hyperventilation. "I can't believe you're that terrible at basketball, Chuuya"
Never in a hundred years Dazai thought Chuuya would be shyly asking him out, yet there he was, the ginger gesticulating in obvious embarrassment and adding every now and then that it's obliged. Never in a hundred years he thought he would hold him between his arms with no form of retaliation, promising himself to make him fall truly for him in the time they'll have together from now on.
Needless to say, it was a beautiful summer.
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a “quick” volume 2 rant!!
why did they HAVE to kill off eddie? killing him off had literally no affect on the show, and even when dying the town still hates him. and is his body still in the upside down? like what
did they just forget about the road RIPPING APART? and there’s STILL people in hawkins? girl bye i would have packed my bags and left
“two days later” two days later my ass. that was so rushed and so poor. what literally happened those two days that was so unimportant?
i thought the upside down air was toxic. so how did they survive in the upside down ( apart from eddie, we love you man )? makes no sense
HOW THEIR TEETH ARE STILL WHITE AFTER NOT BRUSHING
why did no one apart from eddie’s uncle or dustin care about eddie’s death? or where eddie was? did the whole hellfire club and his band just forget about it or did dustin fill them in on it? same with robin, nancy, and steve
the correlation of “you are never going on vacation again” and hawkins being SPLIT apart. if anything mike’s mom should be GLAD that mike was gone and not there for it all to happen
vickie and robin. i would have loved their relationship if vickie didn’t have a bf and break robin’s heart.
steve and nancy. sure, they have unfinished romance but who gaf at a time where the world is about to end. the writers obv put that scene of steve and nancy in the upside down to get them somewhere, but it just makes no sense. they KNOW robin is a klutz and they would NEVER let robin run ahead of them, in fact they would be stressing out over the fact that their first child is running away when the world is ending and she would very easily step on a hive mind.
i was hoping there would be more backstory for henry, we barely know what dr. brenner did to him and el’s all like “brenners the monster, he made you who you are now”
MURRAY, ANTONOV, AND YURI. where are they?? did anotonov and yuri go back to russia all of a sudden or did they get caught by the americans? who knows
the upside down air filling hawkins and everyone thinking it’s snow. does it look like snow to you 🤨🤨
how the russians even got the demogorgon and the demodogs. i was hoping there would be more intel on it or at least explain how they got it.
byler. that scene in the car where will was talking about himself but saying it was all el broke me. all they’re doing is using will to get mileven somewhere. and i have a strong feeling jonathan knows that will is gay/queer/wtv he is atp
is dr. owens dead or alive? i’m assuming dead but it’s not confirmed
and the military plot. the whole sullivan thing got left unfilled and leads us with questions as to what happened there
max “dying” and el reviving her. poor girl is now stuck with broken limbs and can’t see. but when it happened to el she was fine??? because she had powers and was little??? so confused
NOW DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE FACT THAT LUCAS AND MAX WERE TALKING TO EACH OTHER VIA NOTES. that was the cutest fucking thing ever and they could have had EVERYTHING. they never got to see their movie on friday :(
i’m so glad jason died, respectfully. if jason left lucas and max alone max wouldn’t have died, the 4th gate wouldn’t have opened, and hawkins wouldn’t be covered with the upside down. i blame it all on jason. so glad his body got disintegrated 😊😊😊
DUSTINS LIMPING. GET THAT BOY SOME MEDICAL TREATMENT.
what was even funnier to me was how they all knew about the warfare place, and that scene with nancy and jason, GOD SHE SHOULD HAVE BEAT HIS ASS
there’s so much they could have improved in s4, but they truly did let us on with a heartbreak and questions to be answered. was screaming and crying at my tv with my mom the whole time. volume 2 absolutely BROKE me
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whyrish · 2 years
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Hello! I’m angry and want to rant so Stranger things season 4 spoilers under the cut.
I am so again angry that Steve decided all of his character development is due to Nancy. Yes, she was a part of it but the “kick upside the head” was her telling him that she didn’t love him that they were bullshit and then getting with the guy she told him not to worry about. (Btw I literally love Nancy Wheeler and she is one of my favorite women characters so this is NOT Nancy hate)
But putting all the emphasis on her breaking up with him as the main source of him realizing he isn’t all that feels like it lessens the other major events that happened in his life. As if he wasn’t affected by Barb dying in his pool (although he did get over it easier than Nancy did 100% as evidenced by him moving on) As if he didn’t almost die 5000 times from the monsters, from Nancy holding a gun to him, from the Russians, from Billy practically beating him to death. I’m pretty sure that those things could have accounted to knocking him around.
If it isn’t just the bad things happening to him that gave him the jumpstart, then how about the good things. Caring for her made him a nicer person yes. Absolutely. But most of his character development you see with him comes from his friendships with primarily two people: Dustin and Robin. He learns to be less selfish and open up and care for Dustin and by extension the rest of the gang over the course of season 2 and 3. Then he meets Robin who constantly holds him accountable for his douchebaggery and teases him and teaches him to take himself less seriously. You watch all of these platonic relationships affect him and watch him learn to be more and more selfless and stand up for people and be more open and understanding and patient.
Steve has had his character development unfurl our eyes since season one, and attributing it all to a romantic upheaval from Nancy not only cheapens that development, but also feels reductive to Nancy’s character and makes her feel like just another love interest. The way he goes on to talk about his dream of a bunch of kids with Nancy as the mom only makes it worse to me. What about her dreams? He had moved on from her in season 3 and now he’s back to liking the idea of her. When has Nancy ever said she wanted kids??????????????????
Overall, I feel like this points to an overall problem I had with season 4. It has lost sight of a common theme that was SO important to me for the first three seasons: the theme of chosen family and friends. You can see this in how Mike just doesn’t see his best friend since childhood crying next to him that he spent season 1 and 2 fighting tooth and nail for and biked through the rain in the middle of the night to talk to in season three cause he couldn’t sleep knowing Will was mad. How Eleven is only able to power up when her love interest (which is what Mike pretty much all he was this season) said he loved her and gave her a pep talk as if her best friend who she had come to help literally dying was not enough for her to have that breakthrough. How Max’s only happy memory was the dance with Lucas (which was a very cute scene yes) and not bonding at the mall with El or bonding with Mike in the Gym, or them teasing Dustin. Why was that dance the ONLY happy memory she could retreat to? Also how Steve lets Robin run off into the woods alone. How we only see Dustin affected by Eddie’s death as if the whole gang wasn’t friends with him.
I know this whole rant is borderline incoherent and please tell me if I misremembered the show or certain elements because I want all this to make SENSE.
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Spoilers for Season 4!
Just some of my thoughts about this infamous Vol 2:
What I Liked:
Murray needs a flamethrower more often this was amazing
Jason getting cut in half by the portal to hell was the karma he deserved 
  Also side rant   Literal portals to hell open in Hawkins: The Townsfolk: Damn what a funky earthquake 
Loved the “Alien Resurrection vibe of the Demodogs lab like the atmosphere was amazing
And the joint winners of “ Best reunion” is Joyce and Hopper along with El and Hopper, THE FAMILY IS COMPLETE !!!
 Eddie smiling at doing crimes is the best thing I’ve seen all season
The imagery of the Upside Down leaking into Hawkins was so hauntingly beautiful i got goosebumps so much
That fight scene with Hopper and the Demogorgon was honestly amazing
I love Steve’s “Nugget” dream it’s so cute (but why did he have to be like damn Nancy we need 6 kids)
Loved the weapons making scene so much, Dustin and Eddie were so sweet i hate what happened
What I didn’t like:
 I’m still so confused as to why Max’s “death” caused the portals to open. Vecna didn’t finish his job yet, he didn’t fully kill her because her eyes didn’t get smushed in. She died from her injuries but wasn’t fully vecna’d so technically Vecna didn’t get his fourth kill.
 Eddie’s death was honestly so unneeded. If they wanted Eddie to die they could have better orchestrated it. Also the “we’re not heroes line” kind of let us know that Eddie was going to die it wasn’t a surprise which meant that if they were doing it for shock value that wasn’t even done right! STOP KILLING OFF LOVABLE SIDE CHARACTERS YOU JUST INTRODUCED US TO TO ENSURE THAT THE “MAIN CHARATCERS” ARE UNTOUCHABLE!
Also hate that after Eddie died we didn’t see anyone apart from Dustin or his Uncle mourn him, like surely Steve would have shed at least a tear? Mike coming home to find his mentor and big brother figure died? His death made me ugly cry btw
 Will’s character was butchered so badly this season. Like he’s just turned back into season 3 “touch neck and be scared” Will again. Everything was done so badly, like we all know that you are too cowardly to make Will being gay canon stop hinting that he’s gay make it canon and stop being cowards you were able to do that for Robin why was it so hard to do for Will!!!! JUSTICE FOR WILL
 I do not like how they did Robin and Vicky they could have done this in so so many better ways that just “haha my bf left me and I’m just like you because i blurt out words”
Hated hated hated how they are trying to make Stancy a thing now after pushing so hard for Jancy like wtf maybe Nancy doesn’t want to be with either with them! Stop pushing this love triangle it’s been going on for 4 seasons now!!!
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5/10/2022
Ive moved back home and tried to resist temptation from moving back in with Sam  . my job feels hopeless and the upside to moving home is that i dont need that much money and if i need it i will ask my mum . i like having a break from work . it really did drain my soul to have been at that job . i kept telling myself it was because i was meant for better things and that eveyrtime i fucked up or someone said something about me it didnt matter because anyone could do this job and the only reason they needed me to be better was for their selfish capitalistic gain . 
im friends with oliver again . he is trying his hardest in this relationship . i think he feels awful for how things ended in highschool . i like my relationshiop with him but sometime i cant help but think he is doing all of this because he likes me . but not likes me where he geniunley wants to be with me but because im pretty and i do spontaneous things out of my stupidy  that appears cool to someone on the outside. I have a habit of always jumping the gun on things and having control over situations. i think i just need to learn to trust again and know that our relationship is pure. 
I feel conflicted more now than ever because i dont feel like i am moving . like i am cursed . like whatever my dad said is manifesting in my brain and becoming true. Im glad i dont have stockhollm sydrome like my sister. i dont want to protect anyone who has executed bad things onto me knowingly and used me as some kind of trophy to hold up against other people in the indian community. Everytime i talk about my dad i feel like i have control over what has happened to me . like i can recognised ive been a victim from evil family members . i do know alot of him still lives within me but its one day at a time. i talked about him yesterday to sam .
I want to break up with Sam . ive been feeling like breaking up with him for some time now. but in between that time ive felt an urge to fight for this relationship with my life. i dont know why , maybe because i dont want this to be just another guy i go through that people will remind me of . or maybe tis because i question ABSOLITLY EVERYTHING so when i question a relationshiip i dont even believe myself if i dont like the person . 
Sam touches me and is hardy considerate of what happens to me . he grabs my thighs with keys in his hands , he constatnly pushes me off the bed or off couches , he throws things at me  and when i say it hurts he doesnt care or he will say sorry and just do it again. i have made him aware that i get very upset about this . He doesnt care about what i have to say half the time and talks over me with a stupid noise or joke. i feel like im dating a primary school kid. He is way too invested in the lives of our other friends ( female friends) when i was ranting and crying about my trauma with my dad i mentioned a scenario to compare with my other friend and he seemed to be very interested in that scenario about her than what was going on with me. he kept persisting even though he knew i was getting irritated . i dont feel like he deserves me opening up to him. sometimes i wish i never dated him and we were just friends. i also dont feel like he is the right guy for me because . he doesnt understand my family and constantly makes me feel like im using my trauma as an excuse.
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abluescarfonwaston · 4 years
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Okay Actually not done yet. "You cause him Nothing but trouble" Yennefer says to Jaskier in episode 5. And they hint then that that is Accurate. That Jaskier encourages Geralt away from following the Code (an actual thing in this verse) to doing things that are Right. (Geralt Please. Advise us. Tell me, tell Them how to stop this pogrom. How to stop these people from suffering)
And then we go to Novigrad. And it is Hard to watch. Because we see Exactly how right Yennefer is. This Jaskier? The writers didn't shy away from his less appealing aspects. Don't get me wrong- Super grateful they didn't show Netflix Jaskier being a creep but.
We see this Jaskier. He's a cheater. He doesn't pay his tab and he's a moch that never has any money it seems. He warns Geralt about the church that controls the city and burns people at the stake for hersey and we find out later that Ops Sorry. I Fucking knew but I did it anyway. (Which to be fair is maybe not a Bad thing but proves the point about him causing trouble.)
And then there's Dudu. What do you even DO with Dudu. I mean. Jaskier gets all like. Hey Geralt help me scare this halfling 'friend' into giving us some of his dinner Oh Wait he's a Doppler FUCK.
And Dudu admits (proudly boasts?) He's slept with Jaskiers girlfriend as Jaskier (who just threw Jaskier out for cheating) AND ALSO SLEPT WITH JASKIER AS HER. And the church is going to burn Dudu at the stake (also Jaskier) so Geralts like. We should go.
And then Jaskier Carries Dudu out of the city. In his arms. Despite what he's learned. Despite the fact he was FUMING mad earlier. And Geralt is very valiant and they manage to get out unharmed.
And then they're camping and, sure, Jaskier makes a thoughtless comment on wishing he could be whoever he wanted to be but then he pulls Dudu into his arms. 'Hey. Let me keep you warm.'
And I don't know! It adds so much to me that they can manage to make Jaskier this like. Not great person and still you come out the other end going 'No I understand why Geralt loves him anyway.'
Like in the books Nenneke sets up how terrible he is and how she hates him and how she doesn't understand how someone as good as Geralt could be friends with him. And then at the end when they're leaving she says 'i hate you.' 'no you don't.' 'no. Damnit I don't.' Because under all the Terrible horrible Flaws that should Disqualify him from any place in there hearts is someone so Fundamentally good that you can't help but love him anyway.
Because when the elves are suffering in the hexer he's the one who stands up and says 'This is not okay. You cannot be okay with this.' and he's the one who carries a man who has Hurt him from the city that would be his death in his arms and he's the only one who cried out of a rope when Yennefer and Geralt fell of the mountain while Everyone else stood by and said Let them fall.
Because he's the one in the series, he's the one in this Miserable fucking world who says No. This is not Okay. You cannot be okay with this. Do not be okay with this. DO SOMETHING.
He is so much trouble. He's a cheater, a cynic and a whoremonger. And you love him anyway. Because his character says we are flawed. Humanity is Flawed. But that doesn't mean there isn't good in us. Do not be okay with this. Do something.
And he does. He does do something. In a series that is Dark and gruesome and Miserable. He does something. As Dudu calls him. He is the little spark. The little spark of hope. If only he could catch tinder. Then maybe. Maybe. Something could change.
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desichameleon · 2 years
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25+22+3 of the Valentine event for Carlos x fem! Reader pls!
Some angsty with happy ending if possible 👉👈
valentines special !
hate to love you
pairings : carlos x fem!reader
request : yes / no
summary : you always thought carlos madrigal had hated you but it was quite the opposite really
warnings : swear words, terribly written angst, this was rushed, crying, enemies to lovers?, i think thats it !
prompt/s :  3 - “you. . . love me ?”, 22 - “i think i’m in love”
a / n : i dont think this is very angsty but i tried and i am so sorry but it was too long and i couldnt add prompt 25 :(
You got along well with everyone especially the Madrigals, well except for one. Carlos. It’s not that you disliked him it’s more of him disliking you, Whenever you would come over to la casa Madrigal to hand out with Mirabel or help with setting up a party Carlos seemed to avoid you as a whole. You tried talking to the boy many times but he never seemed interested.
One day you were walking to Casita to find Mirabel when you hear commotion behind you, “MIRABEL!” you heard kids shouting and Mirabel... singing? What was going on? “well-” Mirabel was cut off by abuela shouting her name, “what are you doing? the matriarch asked with a raised brow.
“they were asking about the family and-” Mirabel was cut off by a young girl, “she was about to tell us about her super awesome gift!” she squealed excitedly. You felt embarrassed for Mirabel already knowing what was about to come, “Mirabel didn’t get one, hm!” and Dolores scurried off. 
You watched as Osvaldo tried to be kind to Mirabel by giving her the ‘special not so special’ but he only made her cringe. Sighing you walk up to her but before you can speak someone in a red ruana rushed between Mirabel and Osvaldo, “hey quite trying to make her feel left out, she doesn’t need that shit. Now move along” Carlos spoke making the older man rush away.
“Carlos! There are kids!” Mirabel said gesturing to the six kids around them, some covering their ears some their mouths and one was even covering his eyes. “calm down they’ll be using this language some day” the boy said stalking off, he briefly glanced at you then scowled. Some people never change do they?
Mirabel shooed the small children away before turning to you, “sorry about him” she said gesturing to the direction Carlos had taken off in. “it’s fine, I’m used to it now anyway.” you shrugged, a frown evident on your face. “hey turn that frown upside down! It’s Antonio’s gift ceremony and you have to help me” the girl with glasses smiled nudging you.
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Dolores rolled her eyes at her younger hermano, he was complaining about (y/n) again. If only he realised she heard the way his heartbeat quickened whenever he was near the girl. “and she just had to be there, ¿por qué no puede ella simplemente no estar donde estoy todo el maldito tiempo?” the boy ranted to his hermana.
“you know Carlos I think you like (y/n)” Dolores whispered, a smirk on her red lips. Carlos’s face twisted into... embarrassment? ‘No way’ the hearing Madrigal thought to herself, “what are you on about? I feel the exact opposite about her!” the shape shifter said, his cheeks turning red from nerves and embarrassment.
“well you can lie all you want but I can hear your heartbeat pick up whenever she’s near” the girl said getting up and leaving the kitchen and Carlos was left all alone with his thoughts.
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“hola hermano” Camilo’s sickeningly sweet voice filled Carlos’s ears, ugh. “what now golden boy” the boy with the red ruana hissed, “whoa cálmate Carlos” Camilo said waltzing into his room and ruffling his brothers hair. “Camilo tu perra, it took ages to get it to look like this!” Carlos said standing up, “fine, fine lo siento, I just wanted to say a little birdie told me you have a crush” the one in the yellow ruana said grinning menacingly. 
Carlos went pale, oh no. Why did he even go to Dolores, he should have suffered in silence. “what are you on about idiota?” the boy said fixing his hair in one of his hundreds of mirrors, “oh you know...” Camilo said swaying back and forth on his feet. 
“you have a crush on-” before the younger twin could finish a hairbrush was launched at him, “¡cállate estúpido!” the older twin shouted gettingup from his seat, getting ready to beat the shit out of Camilo. “wait, ¡esperar! I can help!” Camilo shouted, voice slightly high pitched. Carlos raised an eyebrow glaring at his younger brother, “go on” he said flatly.
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“you know the plan right?” “si, si now go away” the red ruana boy said shooing Camilo away, they had discussed a ‘plan’ for you to fall for Carlos during the party after Tonitos gift ceremony. If only it was that easy, Carlos was sure you hated him but he had to at least try... right?
There you were, you were talking with his papa, the two of you laughing then Félix waved goodbye and you walked over to your familia. He knew he only had one chance.
And he sure hopes he doesn’t blow it.
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Music was vibrating through your body, you could smell perfume, alcohol and pollen all mixing together and it made you feel faint. You decided the best option was to go down to the kitchen to get a glass of water, after all you were very thirsty after all that dancing.
“primo go get her” Mirabel bumped Carlos’s shoulder making him roll his eyes, “I will, cielos” Carlos groaned and followed you to the kitchen. You were wearing a red dress, almost matching colours with his ruana, how cute Carlos thought to himself. “no no stop.” Carlos mumbled to himself as he descended the stairs.
Oh dios the way you walked and politely spoke to everyone had him swooning, and he was Carlos Madrigal so you must be worth it. “I think I’m in love” the boy said a bit too loudly as her entered the kitchen, “what?” you asked turning just to be met by Carlos with a smile on his face?! 
Was he sick or something? 
“um excuse me, ¿estás bien?” you asked worriedly, the boy realised his slip up and tried to cover it up. “obviously! Are you delusional or something? Why would I not be okay?” he spat making you wince internally at the harsh treatment, “I was just asking, lo siento” you mumble turning back to get yourself some water.
“I was just asking” the boy in the red ruana mocked in a high pitched voice, “get a grip and mind your own business” he said, mentally slapping himself for talking to you like that. You felt tears in your eyes, why did he hate you so much? Have you ever done anything?
Before you could stop yourself you spoke again, “what have I ever done to you?” you say, voice cracking. The shape shifter froze, dios mio, he was about to make you cry. Oh no no no no, you can’t cry it will break his heart, not to mention the amount of trouble he’ll get into.
“no I uh I don’t hate you” he said, looking everywhere but you. “so why are you so mean to me?” you shouted making the Madrigal’s temper raise, why didn’t you get it? he was in love with you! “because I love you!” Carlos shouted, before he had even registered what was happening or what he had just confessed he saw a tear go down your beautiful face.
“you... love me ?” you whispered, voice shaky. Carlos could only nod, excepting his first ever defeat. 
You gasped at the look on the boys face, realising it wasn’t a sick joke. You didn’t even think you just hugged him, the action made the red ruana by stumble back from the shock but slowly hugged back.
Carlos Madrigal didn’t hate you, oh no no no, it was quite the opposite really.
Carlos Madrigal loved you.
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I Said No (Wanda x R): Pt 2
Summary: You are still trying to figure out Wanda’s name. Nat and Clint warn you not to get involved with Wanda. More from Wanda’s POV.
“Does pouting actually get you what you want?” Wanda asks you. 
“It worked on Nat earlier,” you shrug, then lower your voice. “Don’t tell her I told you, but she is a sucker if you give her some puppy dog eyes.” 
Wanda can see why Nat would fall for those puppy dog eyes when you demonstrate them for her. She can feel her heart melt a little bit at it, but seeing how far she’s made it without cracking, she just gives into a little smile. 
It has been a month to the day since Vision decided to end things with her. It’s the reason she was crying so much earlier. Her phone decided to remind her via SnapChat memories. She wasn’t so heartbroken about being without him as she was about what he had said. He had explained that being a hero meant being alone. Then as to somehow prove his point, he left her alone. It wasn’t as if he was the best boyfriend ever or anything. He was just there. He was always there and she liked it. Now he wasn’t. She would see him around the compound and he would give her a courteous nod. She hated it. Every time she saw him, she felt those words echoing inside her head. Everyone gave her space but little did they know space was the last thing she needed. They were only proving Vision’s point. Now, not only was she alone, but she felt lonely.  
Maybe a change in scenery will help, she thought on the flight here. It felt that way too when Laura and Clint welcomed her in not knowing about the break up. Laura told her to put her stuff in the guest room and the hope of distracting herself in this new place went to hell when she had taken her phone out. She let out the tears knowing no one would bother her. Needless to say, she was surprised to hear your voice. Not recognizing your voice, she forced herself to stop crying and sat up, embarrassed to make your acquaintance with tears running down her face. It’s too bad she couldn’t keep from sniffling. She thought you had left when she heard the door close but she was relieved when she heard you again and felt the bed dip when you sat down. She tried joking back with you, but she doesn’t think she did so well when you seemed ready to flee. Luckily, you stayed and here you were, a wish come true. Your bantering was working wonders to distract her from all Vision related things. So who could blame her not willing to give her name out so easily just so she could stretch out this moment a little longer.
“I guess I am tougher to crack.”
“That you are, Anna?” you guess her name.
Wanda laughs shaking her head. She knew what you were doing.
“Come on, you’ve got to give me something here, Miranda,” you plead.
Wanda makes a face like you’ve offended her with that name. She scrunches her nose and shakes her head again. You think it is the cutest thing.
“Oh, Ashley, Miranda is not that bad. Come on, give me a hint.”
“If you can guess which Avenger I am, I’ll give you a hint,” Wanda teases. Recognizing how bad you are at guessing names, she has little faith in you getting her superhero alias correct.
“Well, seeing as you are the only other woman on the team and you are not the Black Widow, you must be the Crimson Witch,” you deduce.
She laughs, “I knew you wouldn’t get it. It’s Scarlet Witch.”
You roll your eyes, “Same difference. They’re both red!”
She looks at you incredulously. Wanda bounces in her spot fixing her body to sit criss-cross facing you as if preparing herself to go on a full rant so you get yourself comfortable as well lying on your side leaning on your elbow.
 “The differences matter. That’s like if I said I was going to get you an emerald rock and instead I gave you jade! They’re both green gems but they’re not the same.”
“Put either on a ring and I’ll still say yes,” you flirt, enjoying the blush that appears on Wanda’s cheeks. “In fact, don’t waste your money. You can put those little green fish tank rocks in a box, bend down on a knee, and I’ll say yes.”
“Really,” Wanda manages to choke out. She had a feeling you might have been flirting earlier but she didn’t really pay it any mind seeing as it could easily be something else. What you had just said now though couldn’t be disguised as anything else, which made her a little nervous. Sure, people brazenly hit on her from time to time, but for some reason whenever she flirts back, they’re usually intimidated and back off. Wanda doesn’t want that. Not when you seem to be the only one willing to actually hang around her. She has to be careful with what she says next.
Noticing the change in her composure, you worry you have made her uncomfortable. You are ready to apologize when she says, “How could you marry someone whose name you don’t know?”
Wanda feels like she could breathe again when you joke once more, “Maybe that’s my master plan to figure it out. We’ll have a big engagement party with a huge banner that will say ‘Congratulations, Y/N and Emma’?”
“And then I will turn to you and say, ‘Who’s Emma?’ as all the guests gasp in shock not seeing my name on the banner,” Wanda teases and laughs when you groan. 
“But then I will say, ‘Surprise, everyone! This is actually the wedding and Emma is the officiant.’ Then on the paper you will sign your name, Yelena?”
Wanda shakes her head again and furrows her eyebrows in confusion when you let out a quiet “oh, thank god”. Now she really wants to hear the story of your earlier joke.
You then do rapid fire guessing but Wanda shakes her head at every name, “Melanie, Alyssa, Alicia, Brooke, Britney, Victoria, Scarlet, Rose, Ruby.”
Wanda catches the pattern, “You think my has something to do with red?”
“You seemed very passionate about it, Rebecca.” Head shake.
“Riley.” Head shake. “Ronda.” Head pause. Head shake. Oh?
“Ooh, I almost had it, huh? Ron-elle? Rond-ella? Rond-ie?” 
Wanda thought for a second you would get it but you flipped that script upside down guessing the wrong part of that name. She finally gives you a clue. As cute as you were clueless, this was painful to watch.
“Fine. Clue. My name begins with the letter W.”
Wanda thinks you will put two and two together. It seems you are bad at math.
“Wendla. Wendy. Willa. Willie. Wonka?”
“How are you so close but so far off? Y/N, think. You guessed close with Ronda and then I said my name started with a W.”
“W- Wakanda? Your parents named you after a country?”
You can see the moment Wanda loses her mind. She sits still staring past you at the wall. You can practically hear her internal screams and you take pity. You burst out in laughter. Her eyes focus back on you. It takes her two seconds to realize you were teasing.
She grabs a pillow from behind her and then leans forward to hit you with it multiple times as you keep on laughing. She starts laughing as well, “You jerk.”
“You should have seen your face,” you say settling down. You grab her wrist of the hand that is whacking you with the pillow to halt her. “I know I can struggle, but give me some credit, Wanda, come on.”
Wanda notices how close you two have gotten as have you when you are able to make out the color of her eyes. She sees you glance at her lips before looking back up and feels the tension build when she does the same. Your thoughts are loud but hers are louder in her head wondering what would happen if she were to lean forward and kiss you. Would you let her? Or would you turn her away? If her own thoughts were not so loud, she might be able to hear your own asking the same questions. Wanda’s curiosity wins and she starts leaning forward. Though she is not reading your mind, she’s sure you’re curious as well if she’s reading body language correctly. She sees you close your eyes so she follows suit, but they spring right back open when you both hear a knock at the door. 
Wanda practically jumps off the bed wrapping her arms around herself trying to look at anything but you when the door opens. You stay where you are, eyes still closed. All you do is hang your head and sigh in disappointment making Wanda smile a little knowing she wasn’t alone in the feeling. You turn to see Clint and Nat walk in. You see them both assessing the situation with lack of subtlety which just annoys you. Wanda picks up on it too but instead of feeling annoyed she feels embarrassed. This is Clint’s home after all and he almost caught you at an inconvenient time. 
“Wanda, I think Laura might need some help with the vegetables. Do you mind?” Nat asks Wanda but she stares, more like glares, at you the entire time.
“Yeah,” Wanda squeaks. She clears her throat, “I will gladly go help do that.”
She walks past Clint and Natasha without looking either in the eye. When she’s at the door, she turns to give you an awkward smile. You give her a reassuring one and then she’s on her way. You look up to see two faces frowning down at you.
“Y/N, no.”
You sit up. With confusion written all over your face, you ask, “No, what? What did I do now?”
Nat bends down to look you in the eyes, faces inches away from each other. It feels like she’s staring into your soul. You start to get nervous and goosebumps start to spread at the back of your neck. You haven’t even done anything wrong but you think might falsely confess to murder if she keeps staring at you like that. 
“She still hasn’t done anything,” Natasha says to Clint as she backs away. You see them both relax a little.
“What the hell was that?” 
“Look, Y/N. I’m only going to say this once. Don’t start anything with Wanda,” Nat says. You suddenly feel like a child being told to behave.
You roll your eyes and let out a sarcastic, “Okay, mom.”
She huffs, “I’m serious, Y/N. I said no Romanovs and now feel free to add no Maximoffs. She’s just recently gone through a break up and I don’t need you doing what you do.”
“Maximoff. Wanda Maximoff,” you try her name on your tongue. “Wait, Maximoffs, plural? There are two of them?”
As much as you found yourself liking Wanda, you barely survived the Yelena Incident. You don’t need to test your limits with a Yelena Incident 2.0. 
“She has a brother, maybe as annoying as you,” Clint adds. “They’re twins.”
If the mention of a sibling didn’t stop you in your tracks, the word ‘twin’ sure hit the emergency brake. Twins can be very special when it comes to being there for their sibling. You quickly found that out when you dated a twin for a month and cut it off with no real explanation. You still get shivers thinking about the experience that came soon after. 
You begrudgingly agree to follow Natasha’s order, because that is what it was, knowing it is for the best, “Okay. No Romanovs and no Maximoffs. Anyone else you want to add while you’re at it?”
“Not yet, but we’ll be sure to send you a list later,” Nat quips. Even though your compliance shocks her a little as you are not one to give up so quickly, she appreciates it. 
“Please do so, but I’m warning you. You are stretching me thin with this one.”
Clint laughs as he opens the door for you for the second time today. “Enough, let’s go help in the kitchen,” he says, leading you both out the room.
“For real, though. Have you seen her eyes?” your voice carries on in the hall.
Clint hears, “Ow, Nat. Jeez, no need for the violence. I get it. You said no.” He laughs closing the bedroom door and catches up to you.
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I hope you are enjoying it so far. Like I’ve said before, you can find this on AO3 if you prefer. Next chapter you meet everyone else, so stay tuned!
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geekwritersworld · 3 years
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Hey, will you do an angst to fluff imagine where Henry Cavill’s dating a single mam of 16 to seventeen twins (boy, girl) and they’re having trouble warming up to Henry because it’s always been the three of them. There mam being with Henry had turned their life upside down and one day the daughter explodes at Henry because the paparazzi followed her home from work? I love your writing by the way. Thank you and have a nice day/night
Give him a chance
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Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader
Warnings: None, slight fluff ....maybe?
Summary: As stated in the request.
A/n: I am aware that this isn’t the best, I will make certainly make some slight changes to it later on, but I just wanted to have this out today.
Feedback is more than welcome. Please do let me know your thoughts. It really helps when you do post comments :)
He'd had tough times getting along with people. But he always remained kind and graceful towards them nevertheless.
But when Henry started to go out with me, I knew that my twins' would have a tough time warming up to him. It had been years, of its just being the 3 of us. For me to suddenly go out with Henry, was a big change for them.
There was a lot of adjusting that needed to be done, and neither twin was happy about it.
It had been a few months of Henry and I dating. My son seemed to have warmed up to Henry a little, but my daughter remained persistent on the fact that she wanted nothing to do with him.
Henry being the kind-hearted soul that he is, never verbally said so, but I could see it was obviously breaking his heart. And I'd tried to speak to Everlyn and get her to give Henry a chance, but she remained stubborn.
As of the last few days, Henry had been staying over, because I insisted that he does. He was hesitant because he didn't want it to get in my daughter,  way. But I told him he had to.
My son, Isaac spoke to Henry occasionally. Though he was struggling to accept that there was another Male figure in my life. 
But over time, He'd started to try and converse with him.
 Evelyn, unfortunately, wasn't so easy going. She'd convinced herself that all men were the same as her biological father. She'd also turned slightly bitter towards Isaac for warming up to henry, but I remained stern with her regardless.
 It was a different matter if she had a hard time getting along with Henry, but to throw her emotions at someone else because she couldn't handle them was unacceptable. 
And so I'd had a civil conversation with her, hearing her out and talking to her. It was only natural for me to assume that after our talk she'd maybe try and loosen up with Henry, and she did try.
The tone of anger had reduced the next day, her responses remained short but kinder.
And I thought that maybe she'd finally give him a chance. Henry and I weren't the kind of people who liked going out much, so we naturally spent a lot of time indoors, whether it was his house or mine.
Henry and I had only been seen out together twice over the last few months of our relationship. Which of course was nobody's business, but I did know what I was getting into, when Henry and I started going out. The media, knew that their beloved Henry Cavill was dating a mother of two, and they'd seen the twins once, but we did our best to keep the attention off of them.
The cold weather of London chilled the marble floors, though it was only 3 in the afternoon.
  Luckily, the bear next to me provided me with enough warmth.
 Isaac, was at his friends' house, while Evelyn had decided to go for a walk. I knew she'd be back soon since she'd been gone for almost 2 hours, so I kept an ear out, for her steps.
"This is nice" Henry mumbled into my shoulder, while we sat on the couch, limbs entangled. His warm arms wrapped around my waist, his curls tickling my face.
The only response I gave was a soft hum.
 We'd sat on there on the couch, snuggled up, the silence was a comfortable one, with the glow of the TV whilst it ran the next episode of friends.
The irritation was real when I had to get up and go to the bathroom, but I couldn't procrastinate this. Breaking away from my boyfriend, I went to the bathroom to do my thing. Turning on the lights on my way, of the hallway.
There are only so many things that I'd expect to make me rush out of the bathroom, but the sound of my daughter screaming profanities was not one of them. 
Rushing out, I heard, what I assume was the last part of her rant "This is all your fucking fault, I mean what do you want? More publicity? Thanks to YOU I can't even take fucking walks anymore. They followed me because of YOU. Like as if I have nothing better to fucking do than answer questions about you. You will never be a father figure to me, no matter what my mother says. You're all the fucking same. All of you are fucking liars!"  she ran past me into her room.
I didn't go after her, because I knew the first person I needed to question was Henry since he'd give me the unbiased part of what happened.
But walking into the living room, my heart broke. It broke at the sight of Henry slowly and cautiously sitting down on the couch, he looked like a lost puppy.
 The confusion and heartbreak were evident in his face. But when he saw me walking in, the whisper and desperation in his voice, had my eyes brimming with tears. "Y/n" it was soft, his voice. His chest heaved, his breathing heavy.
"Bear?" walking around the couch I sat down next to him immediately. "Hey"
 I put my arm around his broad shoulders. " what happened?"
"I- The fucking paparazzi followed Evelyn .and-" he took a deep breath and let it out" they kept bugging her about me and you" He bent his head and into his hands. 
"Fuck" I knew that after this, getting around to Evelyn would be tough, really tough.
"Y/N I am so fucking sorry, for all that I've put the 3 of you through. Evelyn isn't wrong, I should just fucking leave. " he ran his hands through his hair. His blue eyes turning slightly glossy.
"No" It came out sterner than intended but I had to get things under control before it got too out of hand, and I lost the only man I trust and love.
"What?"
"No, Henry. Don't even think about it. I'll talk to her, ut you, you've got to understand that you have not ruined anything. Bear, for the first fucking time, Isaac, finally looks up to a father figure, I know it doesn't look like it, but he'd told me of how he feels less like an outcast now that he's got you. Henry, the paps following Eve is not your fault. You didn't ask them to follow her, you didn't make them. It's not on you." Henry's eyes were starting to brim with tears at this point " Sweetheart, you are not getting in anyone's way. And you are NOTHING like other men. If you were, I wouldn't be going out with you." Henry let out a little chuckle at the end.
 But I now needed to go and deal with Evelyn." look, I'm gonna go talk to her, all right?" He nodded and pecked my lips when I got up.
I walked to Evelyn's room. I could hear sniffles, and as bad as I felt for her, I was quite irritated at what she'd said. But I'd still deal with it, with patience, because losing my temper, would bring nothing good.
"Evie?" I softly opened her door, using the nickname I called her only when she'd be upset."Yeah?" Though she was sniffling, I could tell that she was anxious. Anxious, of what I had to say to her outburst. 
Her legs were wrapped around her pillow, which she hugged to her chest. Her black hair poked out from the top of her sheets.
I walked and sat down next to her, she lifted her head slightly and looked at me.
"Evie" I sighed, not knowing where to begin " why would you say that to him?"
"because he's like the rest of them. He's gonna be nice and fatherly for a year, and then he'll turn and leave. He'll leave and he'll never come back. And then you'll be hurt again" 
"So it's not about the paps following you?" I tried to get a clearer idea.
"It kind of was, I mean when he leaves, his fans, they're going to tear us apart. they'll make us look like the bad guys and he'll be the good guy. And Isaac will just go back to feeling even more fan outcast.  I mean, do you know the number of girls that have come up to me now and tried to be friends with me,  because they know that you're dating him?" she hiccuped.
I understood exactly why she'd been the way she was. It all made sense.
"Evie, he's not going to do that. But You know how I know that?” I placed my hand around her after she sat up next to me.
"How?"
"Because your father never was as involved in our lives as he is. Remember when you told me your favourite book was pride and prejudice? well, Henry overheard you, and he's actually reading that book because he thought maybe he could try to converse with you over that. Your biological ass of a father would've never done that. Honey, Henry is one of the most humble kind-hearted man I know, he's been asking me all your favourite movies. Evelyn, fame doesn't matter to him. He loves being an actor not because of the fame, but because of how much he enjoys bringing those characters to life. Fame is something that just came along with it. " I could see her eyes softening, as I spoke.
"wait, he's reading pride and prejudice for me?"She chuckled.
"yep"
"I just thought he was into that" 
"You have to understand it's a change for him too, but he's trying. But this cannot work if it's only a one-way effort. Evelyn, I know Henry, I love him so much, some nights I cry because of how much I love him." I managed to get another giggle out of her. " And hey, how many times have I said that I loved a man and he was different?" 
"This is the first time" Evelyn wiped her face, and sat up straighter.
" I know it’s a big change it'll take time, no doubt, but come on, you've got to at least try, please?" I looked at her with hope-filled eyes.
"I'll try, I promise" she got up, walking to her door and then turned when I asked her where she was going."To apologize to your man" 
I raised my eyebrows at her calling him my man, but I wasn't complaining either.
I followed after her and heard her talking to Henry, but I didn't want to intrude so instead I headed into the kitchen.
*
While the hot cup of coffee in my head cooled down a little, Henry walked in, smiling.
"How'd it go?" I questioned him.
"She-um- she said she found it hilarious for no reason that I was reading pride and prejudice" 
I put the hot mug down on the counter and brought my palm up to my face. Facepalming I looked up at the man child I'd fallen for
 " Seriously, that's not what I was talking about ' I shook my head but smiled regardless.
letting out a laugh, he threw his head back " Well she apologized and said that she would try to get along with me, but if i " messed with you, she'd fight me" he made air quite gestures which made me giggle.
"and then she said that she was extremely grateful for the effort I'd put into getting along with Isaac and her" when he'd finished relating their conversation to me, he'd let out a breath. 
He put his arm around me, and hugged me tight, with his breath hitting my neck.
*
It had been a week since Evelyn and Henry managed to have a civil conversation, and today and I'd left early to get some groceries.
 I hoped that having left the two of them home with Isaac didn't turn out to be a disaster.
I'm sure I'd missed a couple of things off of my list in a hurry and worry about the 3 at home.
So I was undoubtedly surprised when I opened the door and stepped in, and the first thing I heard was, Henry, screaming at someone to stop throwing beer bottles at him. 
I couldn't put together what was happening so I quickly put the grocery bags down on the floor, in the middle of the hall, and walked into the living room where I heard him.
But instead of chaos and couch stuffing all over the place, Henry and Evelyn were sitting next to each other, in the middle of an intense battle in a videogame on the pc. 
I'd stood there, with my eyebrows raised for a few minutes.
"That was my reaction too when I heard them" 
I turned around to see my son standing behind me, and looking at his sister and Henry with his head tilted to the left and his hands on his waist.
"well, at least they're getting along" I laughed. Henry and Evelyn turned around at the sound of my voice.
"Yeah, while throwing beer bottles at each other"
"stop whining Isaac, not our fault you suck at video games" Evelyn sassed her brother, while Henry got up chuckling.
"Shut up Evelyn"
"why, would that make you any better at video games?" 
Henry helped me put the grocery in its place after I picked up the bags off of the hallway floor and placed them on the countertop, while the twins bickered and sassed each other back and forth.
" glad the house is still standing" I kissed Henry's cheek.
"Henry! I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure Eve's beating the crap out of your character!" 
"oh shit, I gotta go love," Henry said, running out of the kitchen.
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ayanna-wild · 3 years
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Acceptance
Word Count: 1278
Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff
A/N: Request from anonymous
Summary: You should have believed him, he'd be honest from the start. However, it'd just seemed to unbelievable, too insane. But then you saw his face, his 'other' face and you knew. Now you were just going through the various stages of acceptance, and Lucifer's waiting very patiently, if not a bit apprehensivly, for you decide if you still want him in your life or not.
Only there seemed to be a misunderstanding, and the situation isn't exactly what he'd thought.
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You didn't know what to do at first.
Didn't know how to react or even how to process what you'd witnessed, when you'd walked into Lucifer's penthouse unannounced. That wasn't the issue though, both you and the handsome devil had a tendency to show up at one another's home unannounced, it was part of your dynamic. However, this time, just this once, seemed to be the worst time to walk in without warning.
He and Maze had been arguing, fighting over something you couldn't care to remember right now. Neither of them had seen you, and they probably wouldn't have, if you hadn't made a little squeak of a noise. It was all you could muster, your body stiff and frozen. Because it wasn't the fight, or their shouting. It was Lucifer's face, the distorted image, the burned and scarred skin.
The flash of his eyes.
The realization that'd he'd been telling the truth this whole time. Really though, why had you doubted it in the first place? He'd never lied to you before.
You were vaguely aware of him calling out your name as you backed into the elevator. Yet, you felt too numb to respond, choosing instead to lean heavily on the wall for support as the elevator doors closed.
You were in denial the entire drive back to your home. Your phone on silent and your head filled with thoughts you couldn't process. The car drifted off the road a few times as you zoned out, but you'd made it home relatively unscathed.
A flurry of thoughts and feelings went through you.
What was the best course of action? How did you even respond to such a situation? What happened now?
Unsure of where to begin, you locked your doors and went to bed, choosing instead to deal with it tomorrow.
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As it turned out, the stages of acceptance was the same as the five stages of grief. You'd had denial. It consisted mostly of you staying in bed, sleeping and adamantly refusing to acknowledge what you'd seen.
Because it couldn't possibly be real right?
Once you had passed denial you moved onto anger.
You'd broken many things, screamed until your throat was raw, although the anger was more directed towards yourself than Lucifer.
After thoroughly screaming your throat raw, and breaking a few too many things you began to bargain with yourself.
You thought maybe it had all been a bad dream. Or perhaps you had just been incredibly drunk, despite the fact you hadn't been drinking. You tried to negotiate with yourself, which only served to make you feel crazy, which certainly didn't help the situation.
Now you were on depression, sitting on your couch, staring at the TV with eyes that burned from hours of crying. You supposed anger and depression went hand in hand, because while you were crying, you were also furious with yourself.
You'd left him!
You hadn’t even given him a chance to explain, and what's worse, you'd ignored him for the last two weeks. Once you had turned your phone back on, you were met with a barrage of missed calls and unread texts. Which in turn only served to make you more depressed. You didn't even want to move from the couch now, content to just sit there and cry for the next few days.
But there was a knock at your door.
Convincing yourself to stand wasn't easy, and when you saw who was on the side of the door, convincing yourself to open it was even harder. But you did, because it was Lucifer, and even after everything, you couldn't bear to turn him away. He looked so surprised and hopeful that it broke your heart.
"Oh love, you've been crying..." He frowned.
Wordlessly you stepped aside, vaguely waving him in. He seemed surprised but stepped over the threshold before you could change your mind, you carefully closed the door behind him. He stood there awkwardly for a few tense minutes before finally speaking once realizing you weren't going to.
"I'm sorry."
You furrowed your eyebrows, why was he apologizing?
"I never meant for you to find out that way, or ever really. Although I suppose it's not very fair that I never planned on showing you the truth."
Realization dawned on you, and you couldn't help but laugh lightly, causing a look of confusion and hurt to flash across his face.
"I'm sorry for laughing Luc, it's just... you think I'm crying because of your devil face?"
His confusion deepened, and he shifted from one foot to the other.
"Well yes, it is a perfectly reasonable response, one of many actually."
You gave him a tired smile.
"I'm sure it is, but I'm not crying over that, I'm crying because I thought I hurt you, I did hurt you."
Lucifer was silent for a moment, before clearing his throat.
"I'm not sure if I follow darling, are you not scared of me?" The way he asked was almost timid, and it broke your heart a bit.
"Of course not, I was never scared of you Lucifer."
"You ran." He pointed out, a bit bitterly.
You stepped closer to him, grabbing his hands in yours.
"Yes, but it wasn't because of you, not exactly. I was shocked to see your devil face, I'll admit I had trouble processing it at first, but I was never scared of you. My whole life just got turned upside down when I realized, if you're actually the devil, then so many other things must be real."
Lucifer looked at you surprised, and you stepped away from him, pacing slightly as you rambled on.
"I mean heaven, hell. If those are real, then who's to say so many other things aren't, and if they are how do they fit in to all this, and how haven’t I noticed before. I mean could magic be real? What about other supernatural creatures? If there are angels and demons there must be more right?"
Lucifer stared at you in awe as you ranted, occasionally looking towards him as you made some wild motion with your hands. The more you talked, the more he began to smile, until finally he was laughing. A deep laugh that shook his chest and brought your words to a halt.
It was your turn to look confused, and he walked over to you, pulling you into his arms, as his laughter died down to a chuckle.
"And all this time I'd assumed the worst, when really, all you were doing was processing the drastic change in your life."
You relaxed in his hold, wrapping your arms around his waist as he rested his chin on the top of your head.
"I could never be scared of you Luci, you may be the devil, and your other face may have shocked me, but you're still Lucifer, you're still the same man you've always been, still my handsome devil, and I still love you just the same."
He smiled, a content, happy smile, and he pulled away to kiss your forehead, lips lingering against your skin.
"I love you too darling, father knows I truly don't deserve you." You smiled back, reaching up to fix his collar, before your eyes widened.
"Oh my god, God is real."
Lucifer pulled you back into his embrace, chest rumbling with laughter as he held you closely.
"What am I going to do with you my dear?"
As you reached the final stage, acceptance, your laughter joined in with his, and you decided, this is exactly where you wanted to be. Wrapped in the embrace of the man, or rather devil, you loved.
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prongsies · 4 years
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Fate’s Ridiculous Ways • Soulmate AU
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REQUEST: Hello! Can I request a Harry Potter x reader with the soulmate au where you have the name of your soulmate wrote on your wrist, but the funny thing is that the reader is Snape's daughter and Snape is like why? why him out of all the people on the school? can it have a happy ending please? thank you so much in advance!!💕💕💕 - Anon
PAIRING: Harry Potter x Snape! Reader
WARNINGS: None
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‘Fate had such a ridiculous way of making things work’ Your father, Severus Snape told you that the time you expressed to him your worries about not clicking with your soulmate. 
He told you he shared the same sentiments before when he was still a student, having had a crush on Lily Evans, wishing for his soulmate mark to read her name when it appeared on his sixteenth birthday. He was utterly devastated when it didn’t. Instead, it read Renee Lightwood - a Ravenclaw in his year who had outsmarted him far too many times to his liking.
She was a good friend to Sirius Black and James Potter - who later became Lily Evans’ own soulmate. He told her he questioned the universe at first - why it had always been so cruel to him, giving him a soulmate who is basically a part of the infamous Marauders.
But he understood. She had been good to him - Renee. She changed him for the better. Overtime, he had grown to tolerate Sirius and James - who, although a part of him wants to hex into tomorrow, had grown a tad bit kinder to him. But the best thing fate had done to him, was give him a daughter - (Y/N) Snape. Who, he thanked the heavens above, inherited her mother’s gorgeous physicalities and her father’s intellect - “Don’t tell your mother that”
It was mid-December when you stood in the Potions classroom, alongside your godbrother Draco Malfoy, as he complained to you about how Potter wouldn’t leave him alone. You weren’t exactly listening anymore at this point, as you allowed your eyes to drift over to the same person Draco had been endlessly ranting about, watching him speak in hushed voices with his friends Ron and Hermione.
“Are you even listening, (Y/N)?” said Draco, pulling you out of your gaze. You looked up at him to see him studying you with a frown, which quickly turned into a smirk, “Or were you busy ogling at Potter?”
“Oh, sod off, Draco” You laughed, shoving him - which clearly didn’t faze him considering he towered over you. “It’s not like you were the one complaining about how oooh ‘Harry Potter is following me’ oooh ‘he’s so obsessed with me’ ooooooh, ‘my father will hear about this’ oooooh”
“Alright, settle down” Professor Slughorn’s voice boomed into the room before Draco could even retaliate, glaring playfully at you as you all walked to surround the professor’s table, watching him stand behind a cauldron with a potion brewing inside.
Draco nudged you playfully with his hip, turning your attention towards him as Professor Slughorn discussed the cauldron’s content - Amortentia, the most powerful love potion in the world. You were too busy play-fighting with Draco in the back of the class though, so you were quite surprised when you heard your name called.
“Ms. Snape, would you please step in here in front?” He called out.
You turned to glare at Draco, who was smirking having gotten you in trouble  Nevertheless, you made your way towards the front of the class, shoulder bumping with Harry as he moved to make way for you, “Sorry” You had mumbled, to which he replied to with a “s’alright”
“Alright, Ms. Snape” started Slughorn when you were already in front of him, “Your father told me you turn sixteen tomorrow, am I correct?”
“Yes, professor” You replied simply, not knowing where he was going with this.
“Well, I don’t know if any of you know but Amortentia is said to be a lot stronger to people who are about to receive their soulmate mark,” He explained, turning to the class, “In fact, a lot of witches and wizards tend to use this as a way of determining who they are bound to - ahead of their birthdays. Ms. Snape, if you please”
He motioned for you to stand across him, “Now, just take a small whiff of the potion - nothing too extreme as a big inhale” He laughed, gesturing you to lean forward, “A small sniff is sufficient”
You were hesitant as you leaned in, allowing your nose to take in the smell before leaning back far too quickly, making you dizzy, or was it the potion that had made you dizzy? The scent lingered in your nose longer than you expected, which almost made you sneeze if you hadn’t held it back.
“So?” Professor Slughorn prompted, watching you open your eyes which you were unaware you have closed in the first place, “What do you smell, Ms. Snape?”
You blushed, trying to pin point the mix of scents you gathered as accurately as you can, “Well, there’s... the smell of damp morning grass, old books, and... a broomstick handle?”
You said the last almost questioningly, looking up at Professor Slughorn who simply smiled at you. How could that be? you don’t even like flying on broomsticks.
“Thank you, Ms. Snape” He said before looking back towards the class, “Now I want you all to form a straight line and take a whiff for yourself! Go on!”
It was five minutes until midnight. You were in your father’s office, standing alongside your parents as you waited for the clock to strike twelve. Your mother had arrived hours ago, bearing a circular chocolate cake and a couple of candles for you to blow.
You scurried away back to your table, eyes meeting Draco was grinning playfully at you, eyes darting towards Harry Potter before winking.
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Your father had lit them, looking down at you with a smile on his face as you waited anxiously for your mark to appear. He shared a look with Renee, whose eyes had grown watery ever since she hugged her daughter at her arrival. She laughed upon noticing you had worn a sweater for the occasion, wanting the name to be a surprise for all of you.
As the clock struck twelve, you closed your eyes, blowing the candles in front of you as your parents greeted you a “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”. You peeled open your eyes, looking up at them hesitantly as they waited for you to pull back your sweater sleeves.
“Go on, then” Renee urged, a wide smile still on her face. Your eyes darted to your father, who nodded at you in confirmation.
Here goes nothing
You peeled back your sleeve, eyes widening as you read aloud, “Harry Potter”
The room was silent, apart from your mother giggling at her husband, who stood with is mouth agape. It took him a few moments to let it sink in before he exclaimed, “Oh, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!”
You and your mother burst into laughter at his reaction, watching him go straight to the fireplace to Floo-call James Potter, screaming to him about their children being soulmates. You could barely understand a word they were saying as laughter erupted from James’ side of the call, and it looked as if Lily had joined in the conversation as well.
A knock brought you to look at the door, standing from your seat to check who it was since your parents were in the middle of a - rather humorous - conversation. You were surprised to see Harry standing in front of you, in his pajamas, as he showcased his newly-acquired mark of your name.
His eyes immediately darted towards the fireplace, recognizing the sound of his parents’ voices.
“Uhm,” You didn’t know what to say - what do you say to your soulmate anyway?. You smiled sheepishly, “My dad, uhm, called your parents as soon as we found out”
“Harry, my boy!” James’ voice rang from the fireplace, “Join us here with your soulmate, c’mon!”
Harry’s cheeks flushed as he awkwardly allowed himself in, stealing glances towards you as you both made your way over, joining both of your parents.
“You two look so good together!” Lily’s voice said through the fireplace as her face appeared.
“You’re lucky (Y/N) got Renee’s good looks, though” James teased, winking at Renee who waved him off. He laughed as Lily hit him upside the head, rubbing the spot that has become sore. “I’m only joking”
“Wasn’t false though” admitted Severus, shrugging when Renee sent him a smile - well, it was the first time he agreed with James Potter.
A few moments of silence passed between them before James Potter spoke up again, “Well then, I guess it’s proper to welcome you into the Potter family, Snivellus”
“James” Lily warned as everyone else laughed. 
You couldn’t help but glance towards Harry who, to your shock, was already staring back at you, giving you a kind smile as he led you towards the table, wanting to get to know you better. Unbeknownst to the two of you, your parents had noticed your disappearance, watching you talk as you shared your cake.
“Why look at that, they’re hitting it off quickly” muttered James.
“Although, I still don’t think I like being associated with you, Potter”
“Guess you’re gonna have to deal with it then, Snivellus - our children are in love”
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