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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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Can you maybe make a drabble abt Steve and reader getting stuck in the family video storage closet so they’re forced to spend time with each other and they confess?

New beginnings

a/n: hi anon! i hope you like this cause i think it's cute hehe. i'm a sucker for enemies to friends to lovers UGH!! i hope you enjoy it and credit to the gif owner!

warnings: steve being a dick when he was a freshman, curse words, some angst, that's pretty much it lol there are no pronouns used so everyone is free to read!

Robin wanted to rip her hair out. It's official, she hates you and Steve. The constant bickering, the little side comments, her constantly being the middleman, she was sick of it. She looked down at her watch wanting to fall to her knees when she realized she had one hour left. Usually, this wouldn't be a big deal, but it's Tuesday night, one of the slowest days for Family video due to everyone’s busy schedule and lack of time for movies.

She turns around to look at the supply closet longingly, you both found her hiding in there from your previous argument. Oh, sweet sanctuary she thinks to herself. I'll return to you soon.

“Robin, tell y/n his back to the future is lame!”

“If it was so lame they wouldn't have made a second movie!”

“That's what you two are fighting about?!”

You both stood still before Steve spoke up.

“We're not fighting, just having a debate.”

Robin pinches the bridge of her nose and takes a deep breath.

“Can you both come help me with something in the back?”

You and Steve mutter out your own agreements and make your way to the back with Robin behind you both. She grabs the key that hangs on the wall near Keith’s office, and smiles at you both as you and Steve wait for her.

“What do you even need back here?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, it creeps me out being back here for too long.”

Robin sighs and opens the supply closet nodding for you both to get in there.

“I don't know, I just remembered Keith wanted me to get some old films and put them out in the front.”

You and Steve mumble under your breath how weird it is that Keith wants old videos up front, but the man was hardly at work to begin with, so you and Steve make your way to the back of the supply closet. Your heads whip around when Robin slams the door shut and you both hear the small click from the lock.

“Oh hell no!” you mutter while running toward the door and smacking on it.

“Robin! Let us out!”

“Not until you two learn to get along!”

Steve lets out a groan while you gently bang your head on the door. You let out a sigh at Robin’s footsteps slowly fading out and decide to have a seat and wait it out until closing time.

“Seriously?” Steve asked with furrowed brows. “You're just gonna wait for her to come back?”

“Unless you have a better idea?”

Steve sits on the floor across from you, slouching on the rack of movies.

“No…”

“That's what I thought.”

He lets out a sigh and picks at the green vest he's wearing.

“I hate it when you're right.”

“You can add that to the list of things you hate about me then,” you said with a bitter-sweet smile.

Steve furrows his brows and tilts his head to the side. Confusion is evident on his face as he sees you reading the movies that are lined along the rack next to you.

“I don't hate you.”

A scoff escaped your lips. “Right, okay.”

“I'm serious, I don't hate you.”

You say nothing, the tension is thick and the silence is enough to make Steve feel antsy.

“Why are we always fighting?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“Do you hate me?”

You had to think about it, like really think about it. Although your first impression of Steve was the worst first impression ever, you had to admit he did clean his act up. Sure he was still an idiot, but he was a sweet idiot, if Robin liked him you were sure you two would get along. Except that wasn't the case, so instead of telling him, you shrug your shoulders again.

“It's complicated.”

“What do you mean it's complicated? Do you not know how you feel about me?”

“I know you're a dick.”

“Fuck you.”

“My point exactly.”

The silence returns along with some tension. You glance down at your watch every few minutes, getting more and more frustrated when time isn't moving as quickly as you'd like it to.

“What did I do?”

That caught your attention. You feel your body start to get hot and your heart feels heavy as you remember exactly what he did.

“Are you fucking serious?”

He flinches from the sudden outburst and fixes his posture. You can tell he doesn't plan on backing down.

A dry chuckle escapes from you as you push the tip of your tongue into the inside of your cheek.

“Do you remember freshman year? Around homecoming time?”

“Vaguely, why?”

“Freshman year was the year you asked me to homecoming.”

Suddenly, it all came rushing back to Steve. The dare Tommy and Carol made him do, the look on your face when you saw him at the dance.

“Y/n-”

“You know, I was over the moon that the Steve Harrington asked me to the dance. As cliche as it sounds, we were kinda part of different worlds. You were Mr.Popular, and I was just the person who sat on the sidelines.”

Steve looks down at his shoes. He can't bring himself to look at you as the memories come flooding back to him.

“A-and the night of the dance I was ready. I sat on my front porch waiting for you, all dressed up just for you. When you never showed up I should have taken that as a sign but I stayed hopeful. I thought to myself, It's okay, Steve might've said he'd meet me at the dance instead of picking me up.” you chuckled.

“I-i swear I'm not-”

“So imagine my surprise, when I finally go to the dance and I see you dancing with Monica.”

A familiar silence falls over both of you. Steve wants to talk, he just doesn't know what to say or where to even start.

“I'm not like that anymore,” he says quietly.

“I know,” you sigh. “You are the company you keep. Tommy and Carol were assholes therefore that made you an asshole.”

Steve chuckles, you're completely right.

“Yeah, I was an asshole.”

“Yeah, but now you hang out with kids. You're not that bad now.”

Steve smiled at your statement, he's getting somewhere now.

“I'm sorry for that. Really, I am.” he sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

“It's in the past now, Steve. I should be able to let it go now-”

“No,” he said while shaking his head. “This is something I did that hurt you. Take all the time you need, I'll even give you space if you want it.”

“No, it's fine. It's kinda hard to hate you when you're not such an asshole.”

Silence once again makes itself familiar with both of you but it's different this time. The silence that covers you like a blanket is comfortable and all tension has left, you're both even playing catch with a clump of paper you found.

“Do you think,” Steve started. “Do you think we can start over? Like a clean slate and all that?”

You nod your head, a faint smile on your lips.

“Yeah. I'd like that.”

Steve sticks his hand out and smiles at you.

“I'm Steve, nice to meet you.”

You grab onto his hand, shaking it gently.

“It’s nice to meet you, Steve, I'm y/n.”

You both stay like that for a while. Hand in hand, smiles on your face, and slightly rosy cheeks.

“...do you think Robin forgot about us?”

“Probably.”

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boltgunkiller-archive · 3 months

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nothing important to ask abt vamp au. i was jst thinking abt the siren ep and how tina’s hair would look.

any additional siren ep thoughts you have?🎤🎤🎤

HELDKFHEIDIE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH HELP MEEEEEEE

OKAY. it’s definitely santana that does her hair like that. and quinn is definitely taking a photo of that too help meeeee. and tina can’t see herself in mirrors since she’s a full vamp so she’s just like I AM SO HAPPY SHE DID MY HAIR 💞💖💓💕💘 (slightly gay intent).

the siren chick is probably harmony LMFAAOAAOAOOA she’s so cringe. marley kitty and unique are just here observing . you know because why the hell not. and actually the idea of the siren (being harmony in this au) ending up just returning to being a normal girl (hear me out) and becoming friends with sugar after… sarmony yuriii? because when tina records harmony singing it just sounds like screeching because her spell isn’t in the phone… something something working on their actual singing together without the help of sirenism????? LISTENNNN

#i tjink a majority of the episode stays the same #because it’s all just so silly #THANK U MEMORIE FOR DRAWING MY AU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK U #vampire au #ask tag #memorie ��

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misosick · 1 year

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dirty little secret - the way they feel inside | bang chan

pairing: bang chan x reader, ??? x reader

genre: uni!au, predebut/idol!au, manager!reader, slow burn

chapter warnings: felix cries :((( that’s abt it

word count: 1k-ish

author notes: big sad w this chapter :( not only the content but this is also the last chapter i had pre written prior to starting to post it! everything from here on out is purely my stream of consciousness

taglist: @idunnomanmynamewastaken @freyaniobe @jellyglly @stepout-09-15 @moremilkforkags (send me an ask if you would like to be added!)

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After going out for coffee with Felix, you got stuck into some work to distract yourself. There were a few emails needing to be sent, a few documents to sign off on, but you couldn’t focus. Your conversation with Felix replayed in your mind in high definition. You had really told him everything he didn’t need to know about his best friend. He said he wouldn’t, but would Felix tell Chan what you said? How would Chan react? Would he go back to hating you? You decided working from home for the day probably wasn’t a bad idea, so you pack up what you need and head back to your apartment, flicking Chan a text on the way out. He was rather disappointed when he came to your office to talk to you to find it empty, until he finally checked his phone.

When you entered the JYP building the next day, you couldn’t understand why but the atmosphere had changed. Both Chan and Felix were avoiding you like the plague, and the rest of the boys were giggling like schoolgirls whenever they saw you. You brush it off, there is just too much to do and the sooner you got it done, the sooner you could rest.

That worked for the first few days, until you realised that you hadn’t spoken to Felix since your coffee date, and you swear the last time you had heard from Chan was just before that. Not to mention the conversation you had with Jisung over the weekend. You pull Felix to the side during dance practice, bringing him into your office.

“Felix, what’s going on? Are you okay? You’ve been a bit distracted in practice, are you getting sick?” You raise your hand to place it on his forehead only to have it swatted away, leaving you wide eyed.

“I’m fine! Why would you think I’m getting sick, noona, nothing’s wrong!” Felix almost spits out his response, which raises your suspicion. He only acts like this if he’s hiding something.

“Felix, what have you done now? Did you break something? Did you break someone? Am I on damage control?” You tilt your head in worry.

“Yes- no- um- nothing’s out of the ordinary! Absolutely nothing is happening! At all! Especially between me and Chan hyung!” Felix knows he’s in for it when you straighten your spine, and your facial expression returns to neutral. He probably hasn’t been this nervous since the survival show.

“Felix, let’s sit down, hm? You can tell me anything at all, but I need to know what you’ve done so I can fix it.” You gesture to the chair in front of your desk before taking yours behind it. He perches on the edge of the chair with his hands in his lap, and it takes one slightly pointed look from you for him to break.

“Okay! Okay, I may have told Chan that I know about your history and that you don’t like him back and about your crush on Jisung but hear me out, he pulled me out of practice and forced me to tell him. Oh my god, it was so scary, he yelled at me and everything! He never raises his voice!” You could hear the fear in his voice. He’d done the one thing you had asked him not to do. It was bad enough that Jisung knew about your crush on him, but Chan knew too?

Your conversation with Jisung replayed in your head; just as you’d started to accept you still had feelings for Chan, and had started to rethink a relationship with him, Felix had told him he had no chance. What the hell were you meant to do?

“Felix… I’m not mad at you. A little frustrated? Sure, but I’m not angry. Good god…” You run a hand through your hair, letting your head fall in between your forearms. You take a moment to process everything before continuing.

“This is definitely not how I expected today to go, but I guess I don’t have a choice now. The conversation I had with Jisung makes so much more sense now… okay…” Another breath escapes your lips as you straighten up again and take a sip of the cup of tea sitting next to you. The hole you’d dug yourself just go that much deeper.

“I’m so sorry, noona, I really didn’t mean to.” Guilt is written all over Felix’s face, his eyes beginning to fill with tears. You get out from behind the desk and pull him to his feet, wrapping your arms around his waist. The muffled sobs in your shoulder let on how he’s feeling, and you rub his back softly.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m not mad, okay? It happens, I know what he’s like. I’ll sort it out, don’t worry. You’re all good.” You softly speak into his ear. You let a few tears slip from your own eyes, wiping them quickly as he cries. You stay like that for a while, until he pulls away and wipes away the last of his tears, still sniffling a bit.

“What are you going to do?” You can’t help but chuckle at the hope in his face, before turning around and scribbling on a scrap piece of paper. You fold it and hold it out to Felix.

“You’re going to go clean yourself up and give this to him. He should be in his studio. Knock first, if he lets you in, tell him this is from me. If he doesn’t, slip it under the door, he’ll notice it eventually, and for the love of God and all things holy, do not let the boys catch you.” You smile, lifting a hand to rub Felix’s shoulder.

“Got it! Thank you for not being mad at me.” He smiles back, laughing a little as he skips out of your office.

“Anytime, mate, be careful!” You shout down the hall before returning to the work sitting on your laptop. Your heart is thumping, and all you can hope is that the note gets delivered safely.

Chris, I just spoke to Felix; he told me everything. Don’t worry, I’m not mad at him, I could never be angry with him. Tell him as much, he really needs it. There’s a lot we need to talk about. You know where to find me, I’ll be here until 7pm. Y/N

#chris bang #skz #stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #skz fluff #skz angst #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #bang chan #dirty little secret

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pammydawes · 1 year

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Wow! Sry for the wait folks I’m at 4:31 hours left in Hell Bent and I have Thots

🛑!!!SPOILERS BELOW!!!🛑🛑

It’s been so long that tbh I’m a little fuzzy on the details of where I left off but DANG…….that trip to hell???? Everything I hoped it would be!

I absolutely loved getting so many of the main team’s POVs, I’m hoping that on the return trip we can maybe get some more!! I am so curious abt the meaning of Babbitt rabbit being threaded through all their…..dreams? Visions? Experiences? Idk it’s hell man

The insight into Turner’s background left me feeling pretty broken. Cannot personally speak to the accuracy of Bardugo’s representation of the experience of a Black detective, but I thought it was moving.

Tripp’s backstory was intriguing! I actually know how to sail so the whole thing was pretty visceral to me, I wonder if Leigh has experience with boats bc the accuracy was impressive! Also Spencer can eat shit!

Whew….hellie’s POV. That was excellent. Just hearing how much she loved Alex already had me, but it’s rly the details of their relationship that I think Bardugo hits uk? Loved hearing abt Alex from the perspective of someone who loved her, because in NH darlington was predisposed not to care for her, and 90% of the other insight she hears comes from people who are underestimating her, judging her, or trying to kill her! So I’m glad that we got a glimpse of a diff perspective. Still hurt to re-live ground zero tho

In turner, Alex, and to some degree pammie’s cases, I can understand why they meet the criteria for murder, as justified as it was in some situations. It’s a little blurrier with Tripp, though, and I think an argument could be made that Pammie didn’t really murder her victim. So that leads me to think that maybe the murder requirement to get into hell is based more on a person’s own feelings of guilt or regret rather than some objective external judgement, which I think could have some interesting implications!

LOVE that darlington’s personal hell is trying to rebuild a ruined Black Elm, I feel like that illustrates both his love and hate for the house really well!! Nice nod to Sisyphus in Greek mythology also!

FINALLY some good wheelwalker content!!! Basically crumbs but I LOVE the imagery of Alex and the blue flames. I wonder why they’re blue?? Blue fire is supposed to be the hottest after white, right???

Anselm has rly done a magnificent job of disappointing me, which is somehow still very satisfying!! Honestly if he’s the next murder victim…….my condolences to his family ig

Love how everyone basically drags themselves out of hell completely distraught, having come so close to success only to fail, and Mercy is like great job team let’s get them in the next half!!

The demons………oof. Alex reuniting with Hellie was ROUGH man. Kind of cool how as the reader, Leigh put us in hellie’s head, which meant that when you start clocking that something’s off it’s not just like “next logical plot point”, it was like actually realizing something was wrong the same way Alex did. The hellie we got a glimpse of would NEVER say those things to alex!!! And we knew that not just bc Alex told us, but bc we actually got to read it and draw those conclusions ourselves.

I would bet my entire family that my prediction abt Lionel and the praetor is correct. They were 100% in love back in their school days and now demon Lionel is gonna kill the praetor via some gruesome/emotionally manipulative manner as literary comeuppance for his misogyny!

The talismans? Excellent. Superb. Dare I say, delightful. MORE COSMO EASTER EGGS. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I cannot wait to learn what that little guy’s deal is!!

The vampire’s visit…..uh oh. My theory is that Michelle is working for him, bc I feel like I remember her having a white umbrella at some point?? It’s a toss up whether she’s being coerced or doing it for her own benefit, I really couldn’t say. Maybe he’s turning her into a vampire?? And that’s how she’s connected to the murders???

I paused halfway through the return of Eitan, which I have mixed feelings abt tbh. I still keep feeling like his storyline is kinda tacked on needlessly, but I also do think he’s a fascinating character, so we’ll see how the rest of the convo goes. It’s also just like….Alex literally killed a room full of people that WERENT actively out to get her. What is the hold up here.

Love a good Lauren tidbit!! I’m curious to see how the rooming issue resolves. I would like for them to bring her into the fold somehow, but I also feel like the direction they’re going in is that Alex and Mercy are ultimately going to leave her out for her own protection, thereby alienating her and sacrificing their friendship. That’s definitely NOT my ideal outcome, though. Ideal would be Lauren getting to join them and get some character development. What can I say, I have a soft spot for the vinyl girlies bc…..I am one.

Now, to see what eitan has to say for himself! Next you hear from me will be, gasp……the end. I can’t believe it, I’ve been waiting for this book so long and idk if I’m ready for the next wait!!! Hhhhhnnnnng ok bye

#alex stern #leigh bardugo #ninth house

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tahtahfornow · 1 year

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please talk about something subtle you've put in a story that you hope readers pick up on

omg hey friend!! what a fun thoughtful ask, it was so fun to find this in my inbox <3. ofc as soon as i read it my brain immediately went blank and i was like “uh well i guess i have probably just never put something subtle into any story ever oops.” but!! ok! so then i wracked my brain and did eventually remember this convo i had a thousand years ago w/ the beloved @broomsticks about “poppies in october” and like you could not pay me to find the post i have no idea where the hell that post is but basically she was asking abt - idk (??) - the nonlinearity of it (i think ?? maybe i am misremembering) - and anyway i wound up rambling about something that i think constitutes subtle & that i would love if readers happened pick up on (but at the same time wouldn’t necessarily expect anyone to as it’s really very minor). which is, the tense of it! bc of course since it’s nonlinear it goes back and forth in time and the tenses shift from one section to the next, but there is like one little section where at the end there is a tense shift in the middle of a sentence -

He will instinctively grab Harry, will hold him tight, and with the boy screaming in his arms what he will hear is this:

a telephone—ringing—ringing—ringing through the air like a siren, a curse—the whole flat reverberating—

(It is not Lily so he will not answer.)

- from present to future, and that is sort of bc that moment is a crucial divider (to my mind anyway, in this story!) between these eras of remus’s life (pre- and post-halloween '81, but specifically this moment where he returns to the flat and the phone is ringing but he realizes it's not lily calling and it's never going to be bc. death). so yeah this is like the one thing i can think of off the top of my head that’s super subtle and VERY easy to miss bc the way future tense works, sometimes you have to incorporate present in certain clauses anyway, idk etc etc complicated grammar stuff i don’t get, but this was just one specific sentence where the shift from present to future wasn’t just grammatically expedient but actually symbolic …. at least privately ….. to me …. <3<3<3

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thestarryeyedsapphic · 2 years

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wolf has a beard doesnt he

something i always thought abt way too much when talking abt TLC is the fact that Wolf probably had facial hair, if not a lot of facial hair, and people ignore that????? No fr, i dont hear people talking abt it, not only because its not important at all ok, but because they keep making fanart of a clean shaved dude that has his whole life put together. First of all, this is all my theory, because just like this one theres a LOT of things in TLC that are not explained in the books, or that happen offscreen, and this can be one of those, so idk.

so, we know Wolf is genetically shifted into a werewolf, basically. Not only his body, but his mind, his thoughts, and his genes too. So the way his body works is different. He has more hair than normal people, not only physical hair that you can look at, but the hair keeps growing there; it isn't just an aesthetic addition to his body. This was already part of the first surgeries he got, but it got worse with the second one, of course. So when he wakes from the second surgeries we get how he doesn't need a mirror because he just looks at his body and freezes when he sees the amount of hair, in parts hair wasn't really supposed to be, yk 👯‍♀️

but even before the second surgeries, we never get if Wolf shaves or what, because he definitely grows more hair than most of the people in the Crew, or in TLC in general. And he has a looong trip with the Crew until he finally gets the second surgeries, when he definitely gets facial hair (permanently). And, for example, we do see how Thorne grows a beard, and we are shown that he doesn't have the energy to shave, or the things to shave either (because well... he's lost in a desert yk!) but anyway.

I always imagined Wolf with facial hair, since the beggining of Scarlet. Because, first of all, how the hell would he shave? with what? he lived in the middle of nowhere for weeks until he met Scarlet, and his body has more testosterone than the usual amount of people. Second, why would he? I don't really think Wolf could care less about shaving his face to look clean or something. Third of all... idk

I remember when i didn't have Tumblr, and i was a TLC fan from Pinterest, and i used to fight people in the comments of pins because they would draw Wolf without a beard, or white, basically both of those things. And more of one time i got people telling me that he's described as a clean shaved dude, but WHEN. I swear i try to find descriptions of how Wolf looks like, but the only times he's really described is at the beggining of Scarlet when she meets him for the first time, after the second surgeries, when some character meets him for the first time (which happens like twice), or it's a description about how awfully sad he looks.

what are your thoughts on this super important topic?

OMG THANK YOU FOR TALKING ABOUT THIS BC I AGREE SO MUCH AND I LITERALLY HAVE ALWAYS PICTURED HIM AS HAVING AT LEAST SOME FACIAL HAIR AND IDK I AM GAY BUT I THINK FACIAL HAIR LOOKS HOT

and i stg i thought it mentioned in scarlet when he returned to the base that he shaved for the first time in forever but i just went and looked and i couldn’t find it but idc this is a hairy man‼️

also i feel like especially post-second surgery he would rock a beard not only bc he is growing more hair but he would also use it to try and hide his mouth/jaw area and give off big burly sexy lumberjack vibes ya feel

#so so glad you brought this up #we need more wolf with beard fanart #the lunar chronicles #tlc #wolf kesley

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autumn-foxfire · 1 year

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😒 I'm really hearing my mom complain that the report card wrote my brother's grade as an "A" instead of an "A+" because he has "three hundreds" and laughing abt how he's "finally set straight" and "running after every single point" because he understands he's not allowed to let his grade fall, and like WOMAN, we're both going to (am in) Community College, grades don't mean shit. They accept everyone, there's no reason to be so fanatic, you're not getting additional benefits, just wasted effort.

(2) Context being him staying after school to retake a Spanish quiz because it was "two points less" than a perfect score, I'm baffled. That's hardly worth the extra time. I operate on a mentality of "if the extra effort isn't changing the result or if I'm not getting anything in return, then screw it." Teach gives an A regardless if it's a shitty essay or a high quality essay following the rules? I'll write a paragraph and get that A. Teacher assigns essay and has no intention of grading it? (3) Now then why the hell would I do the work? True stories, both of them. Which my mom thinks is ridiculous on my part, and I know she's gonna cause a fuss about him acing the SATs. Which I had so much anxiety over only to discover that no, my whole future did not hinge on this stupid test. AFTER I took it, lovely. Could've taken it with a relaxed mindset and the months leading up. (4) Despite what I say, I have such a seething jealousy or annoyance, can't tell the difference, over her saying her son is going to "top" Highschool too, like. Sure, GL competing against the 5.0 AP Class Valedictorians, this ain't middle school. I'm ticked because that kid had no competition EVER, his classmates are afraid to take a single Honors Class. Meanwhile, mine were getting grades "above 100" it broke the fucking grade book limit. I know this because our teaches made grades public. (5) You can imagine how floored I was to be considered "smart" in a standard Highschool when I spent my whole life thinking I was stupid. Oh, and the icing on the cake is that my brother clearly has Autism and I have ADHD but to her, when brought up by people she's like "nO he's NORMAL" because he gets good grades. Like people with Autism can't be smart. If I say anything about it, it's "how dare you say that about your brother" I'M NOT SAYING ITS BAD. (6) I need her to understand that this is just a part of us instead of ignoring it, and that it's not something "not functioning" kids have, which rude. Instead she's content filling in the silence of my brother not speaking and his small gestures and words that I understand far more clearly than she ever would with her own delusions. There's a reason my brother talks to me about the "truth" instead of her. And I get so ticked when my brain goes brrrr and I gotta bounce around the house. (7) I don't realize I'm doing it, I just get this physical and psychological urge to go zoom, and she's telling her friends how I still act like a cute little 5 year-old bouncing on the toes of her feet which I find so insulting, that is NOT what I'm doing. It's a struggle, I'm trying to act normal, this is not cute or quirky and not a expression of how happy I am with life. It's just a physical release of Too Much Emotion and Thoughts stop looking and pointing it out. (8) I know you're taking a break from Uni, and good on you for respecting yourself as a person and caring about your mental health. That has far more worth than High Academia ever will, because you have a soul, your degree does not. I'm going to do my best to make sure my mom doesn't succeed with her whole "it's a waste of smarts if he doesn't become a neurosurgeon" thing when I know he doesn't want that. It's so easy for people to just say things without caring about the reality of the work. (9) I'm so unconventional in many ways I'm not saying, but hey 🤝 You do your best too, to live life at your pace making your own choices. Fifty years from now, this life will still be yours that you'll be living, nobody else. It's important to go with what makes you happy, and society doesn't care one bit what you do really. You're not a performer on a stage. There's no rush, and nothing is ever a waste. I hope you continue to heal and experience the funnest of days with friends, I'll try too!

Firstly, I want to apologise to you nonnie, you sent this ask a long time ago now and I'm only just getting to it. I'll admit, they amount you sent was quite daunting, especially when I received multiple asks with the same length.

I'm so sorry what you've had to go through with your mother about your education. I swear some people try and live through children and force them to succeed where they failed or force them on the path they went through because "I did it so my child can too, what do you mean they don't want too?!"

I'm happy to hear you can be a support to your brother, in a situation like yours where your stress is coming from your parent, you're not getting the support you need from your parents, especially if she's ignoring your mental health and neurodivergent disorders. I hope your brother is able to support you too.

Education really isn't worth the stress we go under, especially the pressure placed on students by parents and education. It just leads us to people struggling more and more until they can't do their education... That's what happened to me at first, where I felt like I couldn't turn to anyone because I thought my parents had put an expectation of univeristy on me.

I made the right choice to drop out of education and am now looking into interests that don't drain me mentally with the help of my therapist (for years I denied myself following art as a passion but now I'm getting support from everyone to try and I couldn't be more touched) and I hope moving forward you and your brother are able to follow paths that you want to do, not what you feel forced down.

Good luck Nonnie, I'll be backing you.

#personal #thanks for the ask!!

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lunaastoir · 3 years

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fluff/relationships w the liyue crew

characters included: xiao, childe, beidou, and zhongli

ik i forgot ningguang i promise i’ll include her in part 2, i just didn’t have time :(

all x a gn! reader

my liyue babies :,) ft. ningguang in spirit

an: i was listening to my soft playlist (more like listening to cupid’s chokehold on repeat, no i am not basic 🔪) and i thought some fluff headcanons would be cute w these sweet people

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xiao

ok so no surprise that he hates liyue harbor

he hates anything w a lot of people in it so he prefers to stay at wangshu inn tyvm

but by contrast, you love liyue harbor sm (it’s gorgeous i mean c’mON)

you go there often to retrieve your commissions in order to stay closer to xiao (liyue harbor is closer than mondstadt he argues but you’re well aware that they’re both equally far away)

so if anyone asked, xiao would absolutely refuse to go to the harbor like i hate people??? why would you even ask???

but,,,he’s so sOFT for you

if you asked??? he would agree in a heartbeat

but since he’s >:( angsty boy, he makes you think that he won’t go even when he’s already decided that he’s coming w you

he puts up the “if you so require, then i guess i will assist you with your travels in liyue harbor” but in reality he would definitely have said yes even without the almond tofu

while he hates the harbor, he thinks that with you anything is bearable :,) simp

you take him to see xinyan to vibe w her music and you can tell he really enjoys it

even tho he’s like 🕴 the entire time, you see the softer look on his face and the very slight smile on his lips as he listens to the music and watches the crowd

so so so cute very soft for him

i do see him as a subtly touchy person in public like brushing the hair off your face, swiping his thumb across your cheek, or gently pulling your hair back when you have a plate of food in your hands

the type to link your pinkies together - he claims it’s so you don’t get lost but yk better

after the concert is done you take him to that one waypoint near mt. tianheng and the both of you just watch the city lights and the way they reflect beautifully on the water surrounding the harbor

personal headcanon that xiao absolutely loves stargazing since he believes the stars are the one true constant in his life especially since he’s experienced so much loss (basically they’ll never leave him god i hate myself why do i make everything SAD)

mini headcanon off of that - he doesn’t stargaze with people,,, like ever

it’s something he loves to do alone so the fact that he lets you stargaze w him and even allows you to shift your head onto his lap while you watch the sky is a huge deal

he loves it when you softly whisper abt how your day was or something you saw that made you laugh

he just loves hearing your voice, it automatically calms the voices in his head

you absolutely ADORE when he has flowers in his hair especially cecilias (cecillias? ceccillias? idfk) and you make a point whenever you go to mondstadt to pick a fresh batch of cecilias just for xiao while enlisting the help of your favorite bard

these soft moments on the mountain are usually when you’ll sweetly tuck in a flower or two in his hair while laughing

he’ll blush fiercely while looking away but will tuck the cecilias in securely as you’re unable to do so due to the position you’re in on his lap

all in all - this was not meant to come out as a date idea but we’re going w it

this is so cute xiao pls let me put flowers in your hair sweet boy <3

childe

god, loml, my favorite war criminal after eren yeager

there’s never a dull moment w this man - if you wanted peace and quiet, why the hell are you dating him bestie???

is the type of person to yell out “Y/N, i can’t believe i ran into you here!” if he sees you somewhere even tho you explicitly told him you were going to be here in the morning (ik you have a good memory ajax don’t lie to me 😐)

i don’t see him as being obnoxious w pda unlike someone else kaeya but he would definitely participate (think: handholding, cheek kisses, an arm around your shoulders)

loves it when he comes home and sees you in an apron cooking

domesticity just makes his heart melt so you can be sure that your face will be peppered w a lot of kisses afterwards <3

absolutely ADORES it when you trace his scars absentmindedly when you’re lying down or even when you’re having dinner in public

he’s been far from his family for so long that small acts of mindless affection like this really make his heart happy

you have him drunk on your love luv haha see what i did there

he will let you put makeup on him. no i do not take criticism ⛄️

he already has on lowkey thick eyeliner,,, don’t be shy put some more bestie

he will shamelessly go out in public w whatever you made him wear - doesn’t really give a shit even tho he has a reputation to maintain

speaking of reputation,,, yk his mask? yeah that one - the red hair accessory that he has on his head

well on the mask, he attached a little charm the both of you got together on your first date during lantern rite

it’s this adorable fox that we all shamelessly kill for meat and he placed it so it anchored to the side of his mask so when he fights it isn’t a nuisance or anything (does that make sense??? i hope it does)

his subordinates notice and while they’re stoic around childe, behind closed doors they do whisper abt the mysterious person who’s captured his heart

not so mysterious anymore when they literally see him cling onto you during his daily patrol around the harbor 💀

it’s ok tho he’s lucky he’s cute

bestie,,, pls give him a neck massage

i just KNOW he’s tense there idk something abt the way he carries himself just screams “my neck hurts so bad someone pls help me i would ask but my pride literally will not let me”

so give him a neck massage :) don’t worry tho he’ll definitely return the favor and then some

LOVES TICKLE FIGHTS

he’s obsessed w them,,, it’s just the faces you make??? he can’t get enough

he loves seeing the pure joy and the brief fear (he’s kind of a sadist) in your eyes before he attacks you w those damned hands

it reminds him a lot of simpler times w his siblings and he’s happy he brings you joy and makes you forget your worries - at least for a little while

all in all, he’s a good boy and no i will not tolerate childe slander 🔪 kaeya slander tho 😏

beidou

you pulled beidou??? wow everyone’s jealous (pulled as in literally from the banner and in this context but no i do not have beidou and no i definitely do not want to talk abt it)

god made beidou and zhongli just so all of us could have a sexuality crisis

anyways, being w her is hard i will not lie

not bc she isn’t a capable lover - no, quite the contrary

she’s an amazing partner but the problem here lies in the fact that she’s almost never on land

it’s hard working a long distance relationship but y’all love each other so it works out :,)

when she is physically present however, expect to never be bored

she’ll quietly fix the wrinkles on your shirt or fiddle with your fingers in her hands while she recounts her adventures out on sea

she sometimes gets worried she bores you, however the way your eyes light up every time she tells a tale always reassures her otherwise

definitely the type to let you use her claymore if you want to learn

she’ll provide useful tips as she tucks her hands into your sides gently, positioning you correctly so you don’t hurt yourself

miss girl is an AMAZING cook

i just know she cooks the best meals - i mean she’s friends w xiangling after all

whenever she comes home from a voyage she’ll always insist on making something for you even if she’s abt to pass out

pls tuck her into bed and promise her that she can make you something in the morning <3 the poor woman needs rest

brings you back trinkets but they’re actually very practical

she knows you won’t have much use for a simple charm (not that there’s anything wrong w that) but she believes you’ll like something practical more so she might get you a new engraved knife from the most recent place she’s been to

definitely the type to surprise you when she docks

i can imagine her anchoring her ship out a little ways from liyue harbor and rowing to the dock in order to make sure you aren’t alerted of her presence (i’m sorry the mental picture this made in my mind is SENDING ME INTO ORBIT but she means well i love you)

will take you to remote spots she’s found in her travels through liyue

for example - the little heart shaped island and the island quest (?) that you had to use kaeya the bridge maker for in order to get to im sorry i’ll stop w the kaeya slander

she’ll get you seashell bracelets or necklaces idk why but she gives me those vIBES

they’re super nice ones too, only the highest quality for you

yes she’s a bruh girl but i also see her as someone who would enjoy intimate moments like watching the sunset or something

“yo wanna catch the sunset, i heard it looks sick from the jade chamber” said before ahem it yk fell from the sky

kasdjksfashfjsahf yes ofc i would love to catch the sunset w you pls come home luv

anyways, she is a woman i would give the world for

zhongli

ok gimme a sec i need to get my gentleman mode on

this man,,, THIS MAN

everything w him is so soft like your entire eXISTENCE w him could go in a museum it’s that beautiful

in the morning when he visits you, he always brings you a cup of your favorite tea and a bouquet of glaze lilies he got from madame ping

holds the door for you, pushes the chair out for you, uses a napkin and brushes sauce off your lips when you’re eating - you name something sweet, he’s done it

secretly loves it when you fuss over him

he doesn’t like to fight but say he encountered a group of hillichurls he couldn’t avoid and promptly defeated them but ended up tearing a part of his tux(?) (is it a tux? i could not tell you)

not that big of a deal, i mean it’s a scratch, he’s a 6,000 year old god, he’s dealt w much worse

but seeing the worried crease in your brows as you usher him to sit at the table while quickly grabbing antiseptic to clean his wound

“it’s just a scratch, my dear. do not worry i’ve dealt with much worse.”

you quietly protest abt how “yes zhongli, i understand you’re an archon and have gotten worse injuries but i’m worried about infection just please let me take care of you ok? <3″

when you say that he feels weird emotions,,, wdym take care of him?

he’s always taken care of himself or been expected to take care of others as the former ruling deity of liyue so having someone else genuinely worry abt his wellbeing creates a warm feeling in his chest

he strikes me as the type to knit you something??? idk maybe it’s the grandpa vibes but i headcanon that he would knit you a scarf for the colder weather, it’s cute

in the privacy of your home, he really likes picking you up

he loves it when you wrap your legs around his middle while he gets up to go do the dishes or smthg

domesticity go brrrr

if you’re into making flower crowns, he would totally have you on his lap and wordlessly hand you a glaze lily whenever you expectantly hold your hand out while weaving the flowers together

he expects you to make the crown for yourself but when you place the crown on his head and it fits perfectly while simultaneously tucking a glaze lily behind your ear, he looks at you dumbstruck

his mouth parts open in awe and it’s quite literally the cutest thing

you’ve broken him

thinks it’s the sweetest thing - will keep it on his head for the whole day

he’ll even put it in water before he sleeps so it won’t wilt and he can wear it the next day <3

scenic picnics!! scenic picnics!!

the type to take you to the nicest spots in liyue to chat abt the history of the land w you over a cup of tea and your favorite food (whatever you like, he doesn’t mind)

recounts the people he’s met in his long life before finishing off by saying you’re by far the best person he’s met

zhongli strangles lovingly come home soon

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3

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cowboycakes · 3 years

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Do You Get My Letters

✥ Pairing: Levi x fem!Reader, somewhat Reiner x fem!Reader

✥ Themes: Fluff, angst, sadness, big ass plot twist

✥ Warnings: Female bodied reader (she/her pronouns,) Pregnancy and birth (nothing gory.) Mentions of death, violence, and threats. Manipulation.

✥ Synopsis: You are carrying Reiner's baby when he betrays Paradis. Levi decides to step in.

✥ Word Count: 2.2k

(there is a part two up to this fic, but i've decided i'm going to rewrite the ending at some point.)

Anon's Request: Hi! I saw your requests are open so here I want to give my little scenario a try! 🕳🤸🏽‍♀️ I thought abt this last night, I’m currently rewatching AOT after 6 yrs and yet to finish season 4, so sorry if I’m wrong abt timelines/the plot? My request is the reader was with child with Reiner, but b4 reader told him, he betrayed and exposed his mission. Levi stepped in to help reader. And btw, I just finished watching ep 3 of season 4, so maybe Eren telling reiner abt his child and he regrets leaving the reader? And reiner jealous at the fact Levi is most likely considered his child’s father at that point. I can’t come up with an ending, so I’ll leave it up to you if you do take in my request. If this isn’t your type of writing I totally understand!

Note: This story is canon divergent. It is set in season 4, but in a universe where Reiner is not revealed as a traitor/the armored titan until a few months before season 4 takes place, as the reader was having relations with him until then and did not know his secret. I’m sorry if that change bothers you, I just wanted to write this as sort of its own story. This story contains season 4 spoilers! It also has nothing to do with the canon ending of AOT.

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Dear Reiner,

I hope this letter somehow gets to you, I don’t quite know where to start.

In a perfect world, I would be so happy to tell you this. You’d be ecstatic too, I think. And before you try to second guess me: I’m sure by now, don’t worry.

I’m pregnant.

I guess we weren’t careful enough before you left. I feel like an idiot. And lost. But I’m not hopeless. I know myself, I can make it work somehow. With or without you.

I’m still in shock about you. How could someone so close hide so much? You’re a talented spy I suppose, a great asset to Marley. You made me trust you with my entire life. You made me love every false thing about you. And this is the rude awakening I get in return.

I’ll raise our child to value honesty and kindness, all in spite of you.

Sincerely,

Reader

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The paper was damp with tears after you lifted your pen for a final time. You wished you could just keep the whole thing a secret: go make a quiet life for yourself somewhere else. It wouldn’t be right. Not after all of the dishonesty that man had spewed to you over the past few years. You had to tell him.

The door to the office room you’d settled in to write the letter creaks open. It’s Levi. He looks at your puffy eyes somberly, sympathetic. He was the first person you had told about the entire situation. Not because you were close, just because you needed help.

You fold your letter and stick it into a sturdy envelope. Levi takes it in his hand.

“That piece of shit doesn’t deserve a thing from you. Not a letter. Certainly not tears,” Levi says, using a clean handkerchief to wipe a stray drop from your cheek, “but I am proud of you.”

You take the handkerchief from him, feeling more tears stream down your face.

“Proud? I’m a fucking idiot,” you say through your sobs.

“Don’t even try to pull that self pity shit with me. Things happen sometimes. And you’re strong enough to commit to getting through it,” he responds.

You stand up, pushing your chair out. You look at him as you dry your face off again.

“I’m alone. How the hell am I supposed to do this shit alone?”

“You are not alone,” Levi replies. You’re shocked when he pulls you into a hug. “I’m going to help.”

You had never seen this side of him before. You look at him as you pull away slowly, tears still welled in your eyes.

“Are you sure? That's a big burden, Levi. None of this has to involve you.”

“Not the biggest burden I’ve ever taken on,” he shrugs. “There’s a lot of death around here, Y/N. Everyone is going to be happy about the little bit of life you’re giving us.”

You chuckle. He’s cynical, but he’s right.

He licks the envelope as he walks toward the door.

“Want me to run you a hot bath or something? Is that the type of shit pregnant people need?” he asks.

You laugh, a little harder than normal. It felt so relieving to laugh.

“Sure, Captain,” you respond softly.

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Dear Reader,

I received your letter before the battle in Marley. I actually got to hand it to Reiner myself. He knows everything now. He broke down in front of me after reading it, going on about how much he regrets everything. How he wishes he could change things and be there for you. He begged me to kill him right there.

The world will eventually not have suffering like what you are going through now.

Eren Jaeger

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Your jaw had dropped reading it. He begged me to kill him.

You hand the letter Levi had just delivered back to him. He reads it with a furrowed brow.

“Do you think…” you begin, your voice shaky, “do you think I could send another letter?”

Levi purses his lips, “Possibly. I can ask Jaeger. But right now, you need to bring your blood pressure back down.”

You were over seven months along now. You had found out about your pregnancy late, after being in denial for four whole months. Hange insisted on checking you out after you’d thrown up every morning for a week.

Levi had since gone on a parenting book reading spree; he made you read several of them too. He knew just about everything you needed to do to make a healthy baby: what to eat, what not to eat, how to exercise, when to go to the doctor, etc. It was really sweet how much he cared. You knew it gave him hope, something to fight for, something to come home to.

You were terrified when he left for Marley. You kissed him for the first time when he returned. Just about everyone you knew had to fight. You wished you could be out there fighting with them like you were supposed to. Maybe you could have made a difference.

Levi takes your hand, squeezing it to bring you out of your thoughts.

“What can I do?” he asks.

“Get me a glass of wine,” you grumble.

“Absolutely not.”

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Dear Reiner,

Reader does not know I’m sending this. So keep it that way, or I’ll kill your sorry ass. Or maybe not, you’d probably enjoy that. In that case I’ll get creative.

How does it feel? Being a fucking deadbeat? Is it everything you’d thought it’d be and more? Fucking her and leaving her with nothing, like she belongs in a whorehouse. Reminds me of what happened to my mother. Pieces of shit like you came in and sent her to her death, leaving her kid behind to starve.

I wasn’t about to let her suffer like my mother did. But you were. I’m glad your choices haunt you, Reiner. You fucking deserve it.

I’ll be there for the both of them from now on, doing everything you were never capable of. She’s due any day now, I’m sure she’ll try to write to you.

Levi

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You feel your first contraction while napping on the couch with Levi. You were settled in between his legs, your back leaning up against his chest. He had his hands on your stomach; he loved to feel the baby kick and tell them some of the happier stories in his memories.

The two of you had grown so close over the past few months. You slept together every night now. You didn’t want to leave each other’s sides if you didn’t have to. Levi would cuddle and massage you any time your pregnant body was ailing you.

You had fantasized with him about life after the war. He wanted to be a husband, a father, to live peacefully in the countryside. And he wanted more than anything for you to join him.

The first contraction wasn’t painful enough for you to make much more than a grunting noise, but Levi woke up the second he felt your stomach contort a bit. He was on very high alert these days.

“Holy… shit…is that what I think it is?” Levi whispers, “Don’t answer. I’m getting Hange.”

He crawls out from behind you and sprints out of the room.

The pain worsens and becomes much more frequent while he’s out looking for Hange. You stand up eventually after getting the urge to walk around - and your water breaks. You start panicking, unsure of how dilated you were and how much time you had left before pushing. You really wished you’d done more than just skimmed through those birthing books right about now.

Levi and Hange eventually come sprinting back into the room with a wheelchair and cold rags to find you whimpering in pain on the couch, trying your best to control your breathing.

You’re rushed down the halls to the Scout’s infirmary, where Levi had made sure the perfect room was set up for you - and it had been that way for two months.

The next hour goes by in a blur. Hange knew the biology of how to deliver the baby, and Levi knew how to coach you. He helped you hold your legs back when you pushed, and helped you count out your breathing. Hange attended to everything that might have made Levi faint, like checking your dilation and making sure the baby was coming out at the right angle. You got lucky having these two by your side.

Through all of your efforts, you finally hear a cry. You look up to see Levi holding your tiny new baby as Hange wiped them clean. He was smiling, way bigger than you’d ever seen him smile before, with tears in his eyes.

“Here,” he says softly, handing her to you.

You cradle her on your bare skin. “She’s so perfect, Levi! Look how sweet she is!” you coo.

“What are you going to call her?” he asks, stroking your hair as you gleam down at your baby.

“I was thinking,” you smile, “Kuchel.”

Levi lets out small gasp. Tears start streaming down his face, his efforts to stifle them failing.

“Really? I think that’s,” he wipes his eyes, “a wonderful name.”

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Dear Reiner,

She’s finally here! Oh my god, she’s precious. Levi and Hange helped to deliver her. Labor went smoothly. Levi started to cry when he saw her for the first time. She really is just that perfect. We are calling her Kuchel, after Levi’s mother. He cried when I told him that, too (don’t tell him I’m sharing those crying details.) I've decided to give her Levi’s last name as well.

Levi set up the perfect nursery for us.

If you really did feel guilty for leaving - don’t be. I’m happy.

She has your eyes.

Sincerely,

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

Kuchel said her first word today. Of course it wasn’t mama, she’s such a daddy’s girl. She started crawling awhile ago, we are now working on standing up on our own. She has all of this blonde curly hair, too. She’s growing up so fast.

Reader

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Dear Reiner,

Levi proposed a few days ago. It was so perfect. We found a nice house with room for a farm that will be perfect for a family.

I can only wonder how you’re doing, now that the war is over.

Are you even alive?

Reader

—-

Dear Reiner,

I’m expecting again. Levi is beyond excited. I am too, of course. Kuchel started school this year. She is such a smart kid.

I still wonder about you. After all these years.

Reader

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Message after message, word after word. No response. You had decided he must be dead. The devastation after the war would argue that he was.

That is, until you found yourself rummaging through one of Levi’s desk drawers, looking for baby Isabel’s lost pacifier.

You felt the bottom of the drawer shift. A false bottom?

You pry at it until it comes open.

Letters.

Dozens of opened letters. With Marleyan postage stamps.

You pull out the first bundle you see. They’re all from you. Unopened. Unsent. You set them aside, your jaw quivering.

You pull out the second bundle and gasp.

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Dear Reader,

Eren showed me your letter. I am terribly sorry. Let me fix this, somehow. You can come to live with me in Marley. I will take care of you. Please.

I’m not just a traitor, a liar, a farce. Everything between us was real. I can explain everything. Just trust me.

Love,

Reiner

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Dear Reader,

Do you get my letters?

I’ve only heard rumors about our new baby girl. I wish I could see her. Just once. For a second. Do you have a camera? I know they’re hard to come by in Paradis. I can send one.

I’d do anything to change this. You know I would.

Love,

Reiner

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To Levi,

You son of a bitch. I know exactly what you’re doing. You think this is protecting her, but it’s not. Just let her talk to me. She would listen, she would understand. You said yourself that she writes. You manipulative, sick bastard. That is MY child. She will never be yours. No matter what you brainwash her to believe, your dirty Ackerman blood does not run through her veins. She deserves to know. You are the farce, Levi.

Reiner

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There were dozens more. All opened. All from Reiner.

You sink down to the floor, tears spilling from your eyes.

You are the farce, Levi.

But, why? He was just protecting you, right?

The office door opens. You jump, shoving the letters back into the drawer.

“Mommy, why are you crying?” Kuchel asks.

You take a deep breath, staring down at the letters, thinking about everything that could have been.

“Are you happy here, Kuchel?”

“Yes!” she chirps, “Every day!”

“Then it’s nothing, baby. Mommy just got hurt. She’s better now.”

Your daughter giggles and skips out of the room, leaving you to hide away the rest of the letters.

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I REALLY HOPE I understood your request, Anon! I actually had a lot of fun writing this. It isn't something I would normally think to write, but I'm so glad you shared this idea! Sorry for the sad ending, I love playing w people's emotions ;)

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jade-parcels · 3 years

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I love your portrayal of dottore, can we get more general hcs abt being his s/o by any chance?

Warning: Dottore is not a kind lover so if he squicks you, I recommend not reading!

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Dottore has a large collection of records. He has a record player in his lab and one in his office. He plays a lot of opera music, folk songs from Fontaine and Scheznayan orchestra pieces as well. He’s a performer, he does enjoy singing so you’ll often hear him singing from outside of his lab, his deranged laughter cutting into pieces as he works. If you’re interested in music, he’d be elated! You two could sing a duet together just for fun or for any balls at the Zapolyarny Palace! Though he is a bit judgmental at times, huffing and pointing out that you’re off key or not breathing at the right times

It can be kinda sweet, singing together, gazing into each other’s eyes as you harmonize. He’ll even hold your hand and kiss it when the song is over. It’s a short lived moment but Alain really does have a bit of warmth left in that cold heart of his. Or…he’s good at pretending he does

Since he works around a lot of fumes, loud sounds and annoying people, he occasionally gets absolutely skull splitting migraines. It’s rare because he does practice caution around fumes! But when he gets like this he can be…docile. He lays there in bed in the dark, groaning in pain and frustration. He’s nicer to you too “Ugh…this is just what I needed. Thank you, dearest. You could have been a bit faster though” he’s such an ass

Though if he can’t afford to spend the day in bed, wallowing in pain, he’ll be irate all day long which only worsens his headache. He snaps at the other harbingers (more than usual), he’ll lose his shit over little mistakes in the lab and if he sees you slacking around, he won’t hesitate to march over to you and slap your cup of tea or book right out of your hands “Get off your lazy ass this instant! Go make yourself useful and clean up around here, this place is disgusting. And pick this up!”

There have been plenty of times where he’s threatened to run experiments on you. He’ll shove you onto his table and threaten to inject you with something or strap you down, taunting you with medical equipment and vials of acids. He’ll put on a big show, convincing you that you’re in danger only to ‘mercifully’ let you go at the last second “Enough. Get out of my sight, you’re so utterly boring. I cant bear to look at you anymore” and with that, you’re promptly kicked out of his lab. Your heart is racing, your clothes are torn, you’re sweating and shaking. He’s unfazed, couldn’t care less. And he expects you to be all cleaned up by dinner time

He makes a lot of threats. His favorites are “I’ll cut off those pretty little fingers one by one!” “Do you want to end up like my last lab rat? No? Then behave, you wretch” and “One of these days…I’m going to just snap that neck of yours if you don’t SHUT UP” :/ Thats not very nice

^^Other harbingers will occasionally step in, Childe will more than others, when they hear him yelling at you. This will only make him angrier but at least now he’s directing his anger at his coworkers and not you

Dottore travels to his various labs often and he’ll bring you along just to have someone ‘likable’ to chat with. Since he’s made hundreds of ruin guards and ruin hunters, he isn’t afraid of them. In fact, if you two were to ever come across one in the wild, he’d roll his eyes and go deconstruct the thing with his bare hands. He’s built and deconstructed these guys so many times, he’s memorized every part of them. He climbs on top of them and rips open their top hatches, removing their cores and…done! He’ll hop off of the machine before it topples over, handing the chaos core to you as a little souvenir. As a fun treat, Alain may even re-wire it so it self destructs. He’s quick with it, hurrying to drag you away from it to watch the explosion from afar, grinning at the display of fire and the sound of screeching metal

Dottore does get jealous when you spend time with the other harbingers. He also finds it annoying that you like them in general! They treat him like an outcast, call him a maniac, bother him in his workspace and now they befriend you? They push him away but allow you to come play chess or take archery lessons with them? Childe cooks with you? Signora takes you for walks in the garden? It absolutely irks Dottore to no end! He’s always been treated this way anyways. He won’t sulk but he will ignore you when you get back from your ‘play dates’ as he calls them. Then he’ll make you sleep on the couch :/

When you’re feeling sick, he’ll actually be helpful. Alain is a doctor…a messed up one but a doctor nonetheless. He won’t be by your side all day, his bedside manner is awful, but he does come check on you periodically. He’ll even make you medicine from scratch, guaranteeing that you’ll feel better and…well, he isn’t lying. He may be crazy but you can’t deny that he knows what he’s doing! You’ll feel ten times better once that medicine kicks in :) maybe he isn’t so bad! Yes he is

He wants to hear about your family, your childhood, school, friends, all of it. He’ll listen while he works, occasionally making judgmental remarks or asking questions. However, he’ll never share anything in return. He’ll ever only talk about his time at the Sumeru Academy or his time here as a Harbinger. You don’t know anything about his family, home town, old friends, nothing. The only reason you know he’s from Fontaine is from when he offhandedly mentioned it once (and because he has a French accent too…not a prominent one but it’s there)

Ending on a nicer note, he will make dinner for the two of you for special occasions. He’s one hell of a baker, probably cause baking is a science in itself. You two can have a night where you don’t talk about lab reports or harbinger business and just be a normal couple…He’ll even clean up afterward. He won’t come to bed though, now he’s gonna pull an all nighter to catch up on the work he missed out on while cooking/baking for you

^^He realizes that he has to put effort into this relationship in order to keep you interested. Bits of praise and attention will only go so far. Grander gestures will keep you happy and waiting for your next outing or dinner together. Then he won’t have to look at you sulking around lmao. He’s heartless but he does get tired of seeing you moping about all the time….jeez

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact writing #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact Dottore #dottore x reader #asks #asks!#answered requests!

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t0shii · 3 years

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% when you take all the blankets

.! bokuto, suna, kageyama (sep) x gn!r

.! fluff/ suna's is like a little angst but end fluffy, lightly proofread

.! i didnt mean to make sunas angsty but i just know that mf is the meanest when hes tired so i couldnt help it.

bokuto

— is a blanket hog himself

— you had to start sleeping with two blankets

— but still somehow one of you hogs BOTH blankets

— gets real whiney abt it too

bokuto shivered as he felt his blanket be harshly removed from his body and the cold bedroom air his skin. "babeeee" he groans attempting to pull it back over his own body, no budge. "what the hell?" he opens his eyes and sits up, look over at your side of the bed. he almost laughs at the view, you had a serious death grip on both of the comforters and your body was contorted into a position he didnt even think was humanly possible. remembering why the bicolor haired boy was up in the first place, he sighs and rolls his eyes dramatically. "y/n, y/n... y/nnnnn" he tries shaking you awake and whines when it doesnt work. "y/n cmon i have a game tomorrow." he pouts. he thinks for a few minutes before trying to nudge you awake when it does work, he sighs, "okay but you're forcing me to do this, i didn't want to." he pries his hands under your body, and picks you up, and plops down on his back, taking you with him, if him picking you up didnt wake you up, the impact of him falling definitely did the trick. "ko? what's happening?" you ask groggily and confused. "baby you took my blanket and wouldn't wake up so i had to improvise. i hope you're happy." he pouts. you say nothing but situate the blankets so that they're covering the both of you. "better?" you mumble, nuzzling into his chest. "better." he nods, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist.

suna

— is literally so pissed

— he's been tugging the blanket back and forth with you for a good hour and a half

— poor guy just wants to be warm while he sleeps

suna rolls his eyes and sighs dramatically as he sits up, and leaning over you. "y/n." he grumbles, shaking your shoulder lightly. "y/n stop hogging the blanket, i know you can hear me." you try your best to hide your smile, "y/n your pissing me off, seriously." he raises his voice slight, your heart and smirk drops immediately and you open your eyes, sitting up straight so fast you saw stars. "wait really? i was just kidding though." you pout. "it's not fucking funny y/n." he says loud enough for you to get the message. "i-i'm sorry. here." you push the blanket over to him and lay back down, back faced towards him. he lays back down as well, sighing in relief that he could finally get some rest that was until be heard a muffled sniffle come from your side of the bed, panic starts to set in. you tried to hold in the choked out sob but you just couldn't, he usually never raises his voice at you. "y/n?" you refuse to look at him, "go to sleep rin, i wont bother you." you manage to mumble out , tears silently rolling down your cheeks. "y/n, baby, please look at me. i shouldn't have raised my voice at you, i'm sorry." he says, you can hear the regret in his voice. you sit up, still avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend, "i'm sorry too." you sniffle, "angel you have nothing to be sorry about. i was out of line. look at me." he hooks his fingers under your chin and guides your face to look at him, your red, tear stained cheeks breaking his heart. "i'm sorry rin." you sob, "i didn't know it would make you mad." he frowns but guides your head to his chest, rubbing the back of your head with his hand. he rocks and shushes you until you've calmed down and once it's quiet he speaks up, "y/n it's not your fault okay? i shouldn't have snapped or raised my voice at you, regardless of the situation so don't blame yourself okay? i'm sorry for yelling at you." once he feels you nod your head, he lays the both of you down, and covers the two of you in the blanket. we plays your hair and whispers that he loves you until you fall asleep on his chest.

kageyama

— boy doesnt even sleep with a blanket most of the time anyways

— he literally slept with just that one top sheet that literally one sleeps under until you started staying over at his house

— ur face when he told you he just slept with the one top sheet 😐

— its not his fault he gets hot and sweaty when he sleeps

— and the mfer keeps the room at like 50 degrees f... absolutely ridiculous

kageyama wakes up from your shivers shaking the bed, confused he sits up to make sure you're okay. "y/n?" he asks groggily. once he realizes your still asleep he's even more confused, then he sees you shaking and realizes your cold. panics while rummaging through his whole house to find more blankets, returns with four, then grabs a hoodie and sweats from his closet for you to wear. he shakes you awake, "y/n, y/n." groan in response, "what tobio." "i got you something." you look at him confused, you hadnt even noticed how cold you were until your boyfriend hold out the clothes he had grabbed for you. "put these on, quick." you look at him confused but do as told and slip the items over the clothes you were already wearing. "what's wrong tobio, what happened?" you ask, as he pushes you gently back onto the bed, tucking you into the original blanket you already had plus another one, he doesn't even recall your question instead he asks, "do you need another blanket, i got three more." he hold one out to you, "no?" "are you sure? you're freezing. i think you need another one." you giggle as he puts another blanket over your body, "tobio i'm fine, come back to sleep." he only stops what he's doing when you cup his cheek with your hand, 'cold' he thinks, raising his own hand to cover yours. "maybe you need mittens? gloves?" you giggle again, "no tobio, just come back to bed. i'm warm now." he nods, walking over to his side of the bed and climbing in. he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you impossibly close to his own, mumbling a "tell me if you get too cold." before kissing your temple.

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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[SUBMISSION FIC] changing tides. (childe x gn.reader)

summary: up until a short while ago, it seemed that you hated childe, just like a lot of people do. but now? now that doesn’t quite seem the case anymore. and childe doesn’t necessarily know what to make of it.

potential warnings: enemies to lovers (? if that’s really not your thing, though this is firmly in the “to lovers” range)

word count: ~2k. god

HELLO ALL, wrote a fic bc i got emo abt not pulling childe yet,,,,,, i hate him but i love him,,,,,, this was originally written with an oc of mine in mind but i’ve since changed it for a reader insert since i think that fits just as well. first time writing for childe in this manner, so if characterisation is off, don’t blame axia i swear to god. and to axia - bless u for letting me submit this kjshfkjsd. hope everyone enjoys wheeeee

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something’s bothering childe about your closeness, and he hates that he just can’t seem to mask it as well as he can with others. for some time now, the two of you have been at this back-and-forth sort of rivalry, where he teases and pokes and pushes, and you snarl at him to quit the shit unless he wants to get his lights knocked out. he’s certain you just hate him, and there’s something to that that just thrills him. hell, even when the two of you fight physically, trading blows in a spar that started just because he got on your nerves just a little too much, he’s still grinning the whole time. to an extent, he’s used to your hatred, maybe even revels in it, and there’s something with you that he just can’t keep away from. but even when he teases, he doesn’t get the same response back anymore. scathing glares and sneers have been handed in for only narrowed glances and pursed lips - loathing for just annoyance. even then, it feels off-kilter in a way. surely you’re not just… getting bored of him, are you? it troubles him. and that troubled feeling is precisely how he finds himself here.

he’s invited himself over to your house once more, barging in without knocking even, but not once do you demand to know why he’s found fit to enter without asking. he’s louder than normal as he drapes himself across the back of the couch as dramatically as possible, turning that obnoxiousness dial of his as high as it can go, all in hopes that you’ll try to kick him out or grab your blade and demand he meet you outside… but there’s nothing. you glance at him out of the corner of your eye, you snicker and groan at his antics and wave him off with a dismissive shake of your head, but he just can’t get to you like he used to. with a huff, he plops down heavily in the chair next to yours in your living room while you take care of some papers for work. again, you send him that sideways glance and a raised eyebrow, and he waits for even a vaguely scathing comment. he hears you hum, amused (amused???), but you make no other comment as your gaze returns to your paperwork. he has to try so hard not to visibly roll his eyes, and settles instead for propping his chin up onto his palm and giving a long, drawn-out sigh as he pouts in the direction of your living room window. then, finally, he hears you sigh in turn and put both pen and paper down, and he has to fight back a smile when he sees you turn to him out of the corner of his eye. you lean in close, and he waits for his long-overdue reprimand. but no. even still, even now, you just stare at him, eyes narrowed as you lean forward. he glances your way too, nonchalant (though perhaps not entirely), and he hopes you can see that challenging glint in his eye, that you’ll rise up to it. you frown, and give a quiet huff. “okay, fine,” you tell him, almost exasperated, “I’ll bite. what’s wrong, childe?” he shrugs, moving his gaze to stare out the window once more as he gives his own dismissive sigh. “nothing,” he says simply, and this time doesn’t stop the shit-eating grin from creeping across his face. he hopes it bugs you. “nothing at all.” you purse your lips again, and lean ever closer, until you’re sitting on the edge of your own seat. you reach out to him, and he, like the fool he is, gets his hopes up for but a moment before you subvert all his expectations and grab his hand instead. carefully, you pry it out from under where his chin was resting, forcing him (intentionally or not) to sit up straight again and you clutch his palm in both of yours. your grip is tight, insistent, but it doesn’t hurt. it’s an odd feeling coming from someone like you, and he doesn’t know quite what to make of it. the thought makes something churn in his stomach. “you can be a real awful liar sometimes, you know that?” you tell him; there’s a teasing edge to your voice, but it doesn’t cut into him, doesn’t do damage in the way he wants it to. he pouts again, and you frown right back. “see, there it is again. something is wrong.” he gives a short huff, and turns his gaze even further from you. “it’s… fine. really, it’s nothing,” he responds, deadpan. it’ll *have* to be fine, since you’re clearly no longer interested in him in the way you used to be. that’s fine. but then, you surprise him again - gently, even uncharacteristically so, your hand comes up to cup his cheek. childe almost flinches at the softness and genuine emotion behind the action, so thoroughly unused to the feeling of it (especially from you), but he holds it back as he turns his gaze back to stare at you, eyes carefully neutral. you frown then, and shift from your position in next him with a low, disappointed hum. his own eyebrows raise ever so slightly as you lean forward out of your seat and swing a leg over onto his lap so that you’re straddling him (still gently, he notes with some degree of frustration). your other hand, now letting go of where it held his, comes up to match its other, dragging fingers softly, sweetly, up the side of his neck til it meets the other cheek too. you tilt your head a few degrees the other way as you scrutinise him. “baby,” you murmur then, almost pleading, brow scrunched ever so slightly in what *has* to be concern. “ajax, sweetheart, talk to me.” he has to shut his eyes then as some new emotion washes over him like the tide onto the shore. he feels your thumb sweep over his cheekbone, and try as he might he can’t help but to lean into it with a quietly resigned sigh. it feels… nice. comforting. genuine. the last one twists his lungs ever more. “thought you said you hated me, hm?” he says in a low voice, unwilling to disturb the energy in the room with anything more playful like he’d normally say. he hopes the lump in his throat isn’t as audible as he thinks it is. “I seem to remember you making all of that quite clear to me before.” he can almost hear your eyes narrow and your forehead scrunch in confusion, though he’s still not opening his eyes to check (the one time he’ll indulge in cowardice). but soon enough, you sigh, and squeeze his face ever so slightly. “…not for a while now, though.” you pause. “and in any case, weren’t you supposed to be the observant one? thought you’d have noticed by now anyway.” he raises a single eyebrow at that, and opens one eye to catch a glimpse of your expression. your eyes are narrowed, still in concern (he thinks, though hopes not), but he can still see that spark of amusement twinkling deeper. your smile is small, soft, teasing as it pulls back even further watching him. he opens both his eyes then, rolling them as he sighs dramatically (pushing away that discomfort, that writhing feeling in his stomach, anything to get back to normal). he even brings the back of a hand to his forehead as he all but wails, “what a shame! and here I thought I found someone worthy of a strong rivalry with yours truly! what a shame that I really can conquer them all.” he sighs again, trading that neutral look for his signature grin. (what a shame that you’ve already conquered him so wholly.) you roll your eyes in turn, still not letting go of his face at all as you lean in closer. that amused spark grows brighter. “conquered? oh honey–” (that word again, normally dripping with contempt, oozes nothing but teasing love, and his stomach flips again) “–if you think even for a moment that just because I like you as much as I do you’ve won anything by default, then maybe you haven’t been paying attention.” childe opens his mouth to respond, another lighthearted quip on the tip of his tongue, but suddenly you react, eyes shooting wide as your hold on his face tenses so briefly. “wait, no, stop that! you’re dodging my question!” your eyes narrow again, back to concern and careful analysis. one hand lifts from his cheek and comes to rest against his shoulder. “what’s wrong, really? you’re so out of it, I’ve never seen you this uncomfortable.” (damn, he thought he’d been hiding it well enough.) “is it something I’ve done?” “no!” he blurts out, hating how quick the response is and how he can feel his face heat up at realising that. “i– no, just… I guess I didn’t expect such a… positive reaction to me bugging you as much as I’ve been trying to,” he finally confesses as he moves his gaze to the wall next to the both of you. it could use with some decorating, he thinks. “least of all from you, maybe.” the last part is much quieter, so much that even he has to almost strain to hear it. you hum in lieu of a response. instead, you lean in closer, yet closer, until your lips find his own. it’s slow, so slow he might have mistaken it once for hesitation if he didn’t know you any better, but when he tries to push back into the touch, you pull away just as much; your hands, on his face and his shoulder, press back and insist he stay put. you can’t stop his hands from dragging up along your thighs, however, to the edge of your hips, gripping just below the waist and squeezing where he can; he needs to ground himself, against this wave, this tsunami, of conflicting emotion. you pull away completely then, eyes lidded not with desire or annoyance like he’s used to seeing, but something else. “listen,” you implore, voice low and honeyed, “I didn’t particularly enjoy the realisation I genuinely liked you either. really, I mean it, you bastard!” you swat his arm when he chuckles at you. “but I love you. celestia knows I love you. I’ll not shy away from that, unless you’re really, genuinely discomforted by that.” you scrutinise him again as you glance over the space between you. “it’s new to me, at least. I know what this–” you gesture loosely between the both of you, “–was like before, and I know it’s different. however…” once more your hand matches its pair by coming up to rest on his face, though this time sliding further back to thread fingers into his hair. it’s nice, he thinks. “…i want to give it a try if you do.” he swallows the lump in his throat, or at least tries to. “say that again,” he demands, though it comes out weaker than he’d like. damn, his voice is still thick. you raise one brow. “this is new but I’ll give it a try?” “before that.” “I’ll stop if you’re uncomfortable?” “bit more.” “…ah,” you murmur simply. you let out a small chuckle then, before leaning in once more. your lips brush his ever so gently and he loves it. “I love you,” you whisper to him. like a secret meant only for him. he grips your hips tighter, pulls you closer to him, and he smiles back to you. “that’s the one,” he answers simply. he kisses you back yet again, and for some reason, it feels like a first, all over again.

#JSDKAKKASDKJAS THIS IS SO CUTE OMG OMG OMGKDSFSJDKJASKJJKASJKASKS #im IN LOVE WITH THIS #THANK U FOR THE SUBMISSION !!!!#childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #childe #submission fic #AAAAAAAAA THIS IS SO CUTE!!! SOFT CHILDE SOFT CHILDE #submission

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free-pool-trash · 3 years

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everything - peter maximoff

PART 2 TO DISAPPOINTMENT (you can read it on its own but it might be a tiny bit confusing)

hey guys, i missed peter and i hope this makes you guys feel better abt the first part of this fic <33

comments/reblogs/asks always appreciated <3

word count: 4k

warnings: angst, panic attack, fluff, probably some mistakes its 3:33am 😩✋🏻

summary: peter comes to your new reality <3

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His fingers drummed rapidly against the metal table located in the jet hanger, beneath the basketball court. Hank waited too, although, the beast was considerably calmer than Peter was at the moment.

“The radio has been quiet for like twenty minutes… do you think something went wrong?” Peter forced the words out in quick succession as he gnawed on his lips.

Hank sighed as that was the fourth time Peter had asked that question, every five minutes for the past twenty minutes- like clockwork, he’d asked Hank the same thing. The only varient was that the question started with, “It’s been five minutes...,” then, “It’s been ten minutes…,” to, “it’s been fifteen minutes…”

Hank understood that the boy was nervous, he was too, afterall Peter wasn’t the only one with a girlfriend on the uncharacteristically sketchy mission. However, if Peter asked him the same question one more time, he’d turn blue out of annoyance.

“Peter, I’m begging you to stop asking. They’re probably fine, the mutant’s energy surges probably just fried the radio,” Hank explained, trying to sound convincing for his and Peter’s peace of mind.

Peter gaped in response, “And that doesn’t worry you?”

Hank threw his head back with exhaustion and groaned, “Of course it does,” he started, running his hands down his face before continuing, “But stressing out about it isn’t going to do anyone any good. All we can do is wait for them to get back,” he finished, fixing Peter with a stern look as he’d began to bounce his knee relentlessly- annoyingly.

His fingers drumming faster than the human eye could see, his knee jolting at a similar speed, a feeling of unmistakable dread had started forming in the boy’s stomach, and no amount of finger tapping or knee bouncing could make it go away.

He had a feeling in his gut, one that he wouldn’t be able to back up with any type of logic or reason, but regardless, he had a feeling seated deep in the pit of his stomach that told him, extremely definitely, that something wasn’t right.

As best he could for the next hour and a half, Peter tried to stay quiet. Leaving the hanger to run laps around the basketball court; his attempt at exerting some nervous energy, his attempts were fruitless though as all he could focus on was that feeling in his bones that told him that you, his longtime girlfriend, were in danger. What only served to amplify his anxiety was the fact that if something terrible had indeed happened to you at the hands of the reality jumping mutant; there probably wasn’t much he could do to reverse it.

The conversation he’d shared with you last night rang through his head while he weighed up every possible outcome of your situation, and in conjunction; the situation he could possibly find himself in.

“So say your lovely girlfriend does get sent to an alternate reality… would you follow?” Within a second of your question, Peter had flipped your positions so that your back was against the mattress and the man in question was hovering on top of you with a cheeky grin.

“Sweet cheeks, I’d follow you anywhere.” He told you and you giggled at the stupid pet name before pulling him down to kiss you.

He meant it, he knew he meant it. Peter Maximoff had never been so sure of a fact in his entire existence; he’d follow you anywhere. His issue was that anywhere usually didn’t extend to alternate realities, but to him, if it meant rescuing you, he’d figure out a way to work out the kinks. Peter shook the thoughts from his head, he needed to be rational. You were probably fine, but yet again, he found last night's words echoing in his brain, the promise you’d made rattling around the confines of his head as violently as a screen door during a hurricane.

“Pete…” You whispered, moving your arms to wrap around his neck. “I’m gonna be okay. Raven and Charles will be with me the whole time, we’ll be in and out. I promise.”

When his heart began to beat out of control, he stopped running at lightning speed in favour of leaning against a thick tree adjacent to the basketball court. Aiming to steady his pulse he briefly closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. He thought about you; about how you’d play with his fingers to stop him from drumming them, how you’d cause any and all of his intrusive thoughts to be ejected from his mind when your lips would meet his in surprise kisses, or how you’d drape your arms around his shoulders and rest your cheek against his chest at random times. Those were the small interactions that brought him the greatest amount of serenity. Just as his heartbeat returned to its usual overactive pace, the jet you’d left on earlier was flying overhead.

Peter rushed back to the hanger, nervous energy at an all time high when the jet landed before him and Hank. Peter bounced on the heels of his feet as he waited for you to bound into his arms and pepper kisses all over his face. But that didn’t happen.

Peter’s heart dropped into that familiar pit in his stomach when Raven and Charles stepped out of the plane, looking crestfallen and solemn when their eyes met Peter’s wide, fear filled, brown eyes.

Before anyone could say a word, Peter sped into the plane, unfortunately confirming his suspicions; you weren’t there. Only a second later, the boy was back in his original spot in front of Charles and Raven.

“She better not be where I think she is right now or I swear to God, man-“ Peter began to threaten as Hank let out a shaky breath of disbelief.

“Peter,” Raven placed her hand on his shoulder when he looked like he was about to hyperventilate, Charles had yet to speak, no doubt trying to find an appropriate way to tell a young mutant that the only constant in his life, his only pacer, had been lost on a mission due to his negligence.

“Where is she? Tell me where she is, I’ll go get her I can be there in back in like five minutes just-“ Peter immediately rushed to speak, ignoring Hank’s confused gaze and Charles’ pained grimace.

“Slow down, bud,” Hank voiced when Peter neared the point of vibrating where he stood.

“The mutant, Galan, he said he’d bring her back, if, and only if, we complied with his demands,” Charles started to explain, grimacing again when Raven cut him off rather bluntly.

“But we can’t. His demands are insane.” She glared at Charles as she spoke, she believed that he shouldn’t have even brought up the option in front of Peter, there was absolutely no way they could accept the deranged mutant’s demands, Charles knew that, and Raven hadn’t wanted to give Peter false hope.

“So what?” Peter yelled, anger replacing nervousness. He’d warned them it was a bad idea. You’d warned them it was a bad idea. It could’ve been avoided. Had he been there, he could’ve saved you. “So what, she's just gone? My girl is just gone and what? I’m supposed to just be okay with it?” He seethed, his breath heavy while his chest heaved with rage.

When, after a moment, nobody spoke, Peter shook his head, “Come on you guys… you’re not seriously considering leaving her in some wacked out world all by herself, are you?” His voice sounded pleading, like a child, stripped raw and entirely vulnerable in a way that made them all wish they’d been more careful, hell, even Hank felt guilty and he hadn’t even been there. He, too, had been against the whole mission in the first place, actually.

“We’re really sorry, Peter,” was all Charles said before he exited the room, Raven stayed rooted in place though, at a loss for what to say or do next.

Peter swallowed thickly, his throat closing and his heart pumping at a rapid rate as tears welled in his eyes and oxygen seemed to disappear from his general area when the reality of the situation set in. You were gone, he’d get you back; even if it took him the rest of his life he’d get you back, but right in that moment, you were just gone. He hadn’t heard Hank’s and Raven’s “Woah!”s as the silver haired boy stumbled on his feet, his knees buckling before he had a chance to steady himself. Nor could he hear the gut wrenching rasps that left his mouth as he slipped into a panic attack that would surely result in him passing out.

“Peter,” Raven was in front of his face, but it wasn’t right- no, you were the one who talked him down, not Raven, it wasn’t right. “—you need to calm down, breath—“ her voice was distorted, as if he was hearing her from beneath a surface of water.

The older woman looked to Hank in desperation, he only furrowed his brow and gradually lowered Peter to the ground. He watched as the speedster rasped and muttered, he only managed to pick up a few words, his heart pulling with each one.

Hank rubbed a soothing hand up and down Peter’s back, while Raven prompted him to breath, eventually they managed to get through to the boy, though, Hank could tell it was more a matter of him having worn himself out.

“You’re alright,” Hank tried to soothe but Peter only whimpered.

He sniffled and met Hank’s gaze, hollowly and miserably, his lips quivering as her spoke in a desperate whisper, “I have to get her back, man. I just have to.”

The kettle screeched out a whistle from the kitchen, letting yourself and Wanda know the water was boiled, “I’ll get it,” you told her, you stood from the porch steps, squeezing Wanda’s shoulder on your way in as she gave you a grateful smile.

It’d been a few months since Wanda had sought you out after WestView broke down, you recalled the words she spoke fondly; “You don’t have to be alone. Remember what I said when we first met? We could help each other.”

Of course, you’d agreed to go on the run with her. And true enough, you’d both been extremely helpful to each other. She was a true friend and if nothing else, she was a bright light in the confused foreign world. As much as you adored Wanda, and as much as she adored you, neither of you were so naive as to think you weren’t still swamped in a pool of loneliness, craving for what you’d both respectively lost.

“Wands, was it peppermint you wanted?” You called from the kitchen, grinning slightly when she responded.

“Ya! With honey!” She yelled softly, “Please!”

Dutifully, you made the two cups of tea before returning to your spot next to Wanda on the steps, holding the hot cup between your hands and breathing in the minty steam. The scenery that surrounded you was gorgeous, nothing short of breathtaking. Rolling hills, huge lakes and flower fields that surrounded the cabin gave it the vibe of something plucked right from a storybook. If it was taking yours and Wanda’s story into consideration, you thought, it’d be one tragically dark storybook, but all the good classics were like that, you supposed.

Despite the eye catching backdrop, your mind was elsewhere today, more so than usual.

Wanda’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, “May I ask you something?”

Taking a sip from your tea you gave her an amused smile from over the rim of your ceramic cup, “Always.”

With that, Wanda turned her body to face you and you mirrored her action, then, she tilted her head curiously, “I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while, but I didn’t want to pry,” she began causing you to snort out a laugh.

“Never stopped you before,” Wanda rolled her eyes, but smiled, continuing to her actual inquiries.

“When we were in WestView, you woke up a few times, but only when the imposter acting as my brother was near you,” you let out a heavy sigh, which stopped her in her tracks. This conversation had been brewing for a while, you could see it in the way Wanda sometimes hesitated before bringing up certain topics.

“In my reality, I have a boyfriend. He’s my everything, really,” you told her, staring blankly out into the fields as you spoke, “We’ve been together since we broke his father out of a high security prison together in ‘73– did I ever tell you that our timelines are different?” You wondered, losing the thread of your thoughts as you recalled the most significant few days of your life that had transpired in 1973, when you and Peter were just eighteen. It was only five years ago for you, but in this reality, the 70s were more than forty years ago.

“You’ve mentioned it,” she reminded you and you nodded, clearing your throat and getting back to the explanation that Wanda was expecting.

“Well, he’s a mutant like me. He’s got super speed, like your Pietro. His birth name is actually Pietro but he hates it, had it changed to Peter when he moved to the states— kids used to pick on him for it,” you explained, laughing lightly, thinking about the way his nose would scrunch up cutely when you’d call him Pietro.

“That man in WestView… he was identical to my Peter and he had the mutation and… his last name is Maximoff so, I don’t know, I guess it made sense that he’d be playing your brother. When we met I thought nobody was ever going to come for me, then I saw him and I was so happy…” Wanda rested a gentle hand on your knee when your face grew mournful.

“I thought he’d come to save me, bring me home, you know? But it wasn’t him at all, just some guy called Ralph Bohner,” you shrugged with a small pout, attempting to diffuse the weight of the confession with a light, humourless chuckle, “Stupid name.”

Wanda fixed you with a genuine smile, “Tell me about him,” she promoted and you sighed, dreamily this time.

“He’s kind, and funny, he makes me laugh more than anyone I’ve ever known— seriously, I could be having the worst day of my life and all he’d have to do is look at me and everything would feel better,” Wanda’s smile widened, she understood, her Pietro had that effect on her too.

“He’s honest, he’s so good hearted but he can be so full of mischief sometimes, he’s a huge prankster back home,” you paused, biting back a smile for a second, then carried on, “He’s got killer taste in music, before we actually started dating he used to lend me his favourite vinyls and make me mixtapes… he used to write crap on the top of the cassettes with black sharpie, like, “kinda cool songs for a sorta cool girl” or, and this is my personal favourite, “songs that make me think of you”, he drew a little winky face so, naturally, I thought it was going to be super cute,” your own laughter cut you off, Wanda’s mingled with yours and she raised her eyebrows.

“And was it?” She asked, chuckling when you shook your head, your smile the widest she’d ever seen it. She couldn’t help but smile too, the more you told her about him, the more she realised he really was just the alternate version of her brother.

“The only song on the whole thing was ‘Let’s Get It On’ by Marvin Gaye!” Wanda threw her head back in laughter, your cheeks hurt from smiling but your heart felt lighter having spoken about the boy you love.

Once she’d stopped laughing, Wanda took you in before speaking the thing she’d been thinking about since you became friends, “You know, I think Pietro would’ve liked you very much,” she joined you in staring off into the fields, “Peter sounds a lot like him.”

“You’d like him, I think,” Wanda nudged her knee against hers and sipped her tea.

“I hope I get to meet him someday,” she stated, causing your tone to dampen ever so slightly as you agreed.

“I hope so too.”

Peter hadn’t slept in weeks, by now, the speedster was running on nothing but twinkies and redbull. He hadn’t gotten a chance to sleep really, he’d left the mansion almost two weeks ago on what he was calling a solo mission. By solo mission he meant; finding the mutant that sent you to another reality and asking him, politely, to just plop him wherever he sent you. He had no return plan, but he knew what the X-Men had planned, well, more specifically Erik. He was going to kill Galan, and if that happened that eliminated every chance Peter had of getting his soulmate back.

Peter made a choice the second he left the mansion, he’d rather be in an alternate reality with you than in this reality without you.

Besides, he was sick of his friends telling him he should “move on”, you’d only been gone six months and everyone was acting like waiting for you was a hopeless waste of time, it was driving him insane.

You were it for him, he wouldn’t move on for as long as he lived and he knew you felt the same, but, regardless of that, he wanted to find you sooner rather than later.

Your side of the bed didn’t smell like you anymore, your favourite blanket (which Peter had shoved in his rucksack that he brought with him) didn’t hold the same warmth as it did when you’d wrap it around his shoulders. To put things simply, missing you was eating him alive.

He was following leads to get to Galan and finally, in a dingy motel in some lesser known area of the south, Peter found him.

“You’re one of the X-Men aren't you? Here to agree to my terms? Took you long enough,” the mutant spoke lowly, his grumbling voice all the more intimidating in the dimly lit room.

Peter stood awkwardly, out of place, while the mutant stared at him expectantly, “Uh, no, actually,” Peter finally managed to choke out after a moment of silence.

Galan scoffed, “Look, like I told your buddies; I’m not bringing the girl back-“

Peter shook his head, cutting Galan off frantically, “I don’t need you to bring her back. I want you to send me to her,” Galan raised a scarred eyebrow at the young man in front of him, he looked like all hell, bags under his eyes so prominent they almost didn’t look real. He had something of a nervous quality about him, Galan thought.

“You’re Quicksilver, am I correct?” Peter simply nodded his head in confirmation and Galan rolled his shoulders, “I gotta admit, it’d be nice to get you out of my way.”

Peter looked at him pleadingly, “So? Will you send me to her?”

Galan nodded his head, there was no downside for him, really. “Don’t see why not. But humour me for a second, kid. What’s so special about this girl?” Galan asked, a smirk on his face that unnerved Peter.

Peter took in a deep breath and looked Galan straight in the eyes, “I love her, she’s sorta my other half. I’m a total loser without her,” Peter tried to sound aloof but his body language and pleading gaze weren’t fooling anyone.

Galan snorted out a laugh, muttering something along the lines of “Ah, young love” but that was the last thing Peter heard before the world around him faded away.

When he came to, all he knew was that he was freezing, which was saying something considering he was nearly always too warm. He jolted into a sitting position, darkness surrounded him and all he could smell was grass and a very faint smell of smoke coming from somewhere in the distance. After a few seconds, Peter’s eyes adjusted to the darkness and all he could gather was that he was somewhere very, very hilly. The noises of wild animals in the distance spurred Peter to get onto his feet and start running.

He ran for maybe one minute until he reached a cozy looking wood cabin. The lights were off but smoke still poured from the chimney.

Too cold and too exhausted to think too much, Peter walked up the porch steps and knocked three times on the door.

“Hey, uh, anyone home?” He called when nobody came to the door after a few minutes. Just as he was contemplating running away a girl he didn’t recognise opened the door. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open in shock, Peter wasn’t sure why.

“Come in,” she told him immediately, and again, Peter didn’t question it, the strawberry blonde led him to a sofa and motioned for him to sit down, with a flick of her hand the fire sparked to life and Peter let out a silent breath of relief. Whoever this girl was, she was a mutant like him. “I’ll be- I’ll be right back.”

Wanda practically ran into your room, shaking you awake roughly, a crazed smile on her face like a child on Christmas, “Y/n, wake up!”

You cracked your eyes open with a groan and hid your face against your pillow, “What?” You asked in a whine and Wanda would’ve been endeared by how much of a child you were when you were sleepy, had it not been for the love of your life sitting on your living room sofa.

“Just come on, will you? You’ll sleep better once you see this,” she prompted, you let out a weak groan but threw your duvet off your legs anyway, sluggishly following Wanda into the living room, your fuzzy socks helping you shuffle over the hardwood floors without needing to lift your feet off the ground too much.

“It’s like 3am, Wands, this better be—“ you cut yourself off with a sharp gasp immediately upon seeing him, “Peter?” You asked, this time you had to be sure.

His own eyes widened and before he could even consider giving you a verbal answer, you were completely encompassed by his arms, but that was all the answer you needed.

A choked sob left your lips as you wrapped your arms around him, his back shook and his tears were already soaking through your tee shirt, letting you know he was crying too.

“Y/n,” he muttered against you, pressing feverish kisses all over your face while he took in your appearance, “You’re okay?”

You nodded your head, eyes watery and smile shaky. Yours hands cupped his cheek, your thumbs brushing the tears away from under his tired eyes, “I’m okay.”

Peter’s eyes continued to rack over you, his fatigue catching up to him as your soft thumbs stroked his cheekbones, “When was the last time you slept, Pete?” A sleepy smile formed on his lips at the sound of your voice, he would never be able to articulate how deeply he’d missed you.

“S’been a few weeks,” he answered and your eyes widened.

With a sad smile, you placed a kiss on his cheek before taking both of his hands in your own, “C’mon, you need rest so you can answer all the questions I plan on asking you in the morning.”

Wanda, it seemed, had already slinked back to her own room.

Once you arrived in your bedroom, Peter shimmied out of his jeans before crawling into your warm bed and opening his arms, beckoning you in. You didn’t need any convincing, you happily crawled into bed and let Peter wrap his arms around you as you laid your cheek against his chest.

“I have so many things to say but I’m pretty sure I’m about to pass out,” Peter said softly, squeezing you against him as closely as possible, burying his nose in your hair and sighing gently.

As gently as you could, you leaned up and placed a tender kiss against his lips, “You can say everything you need to say when you wake up.”

“I love you,” Peter whispered, chasing your lips with his languidly, “You’re my everything, you know that?” Of course, you wouldn’t know how much weight the statement held just yet, that didn’t matter to Peter, though. He had you back, the other details didn’t seem so important anymore.

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