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tropicalchiaa · 1 year

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Him 7

Maurizio Gucci x Reader

The decision and the chaos that came with it

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6

Trigger Warning there is some violence in this chapter (not against the reader) so proceed with caution.

After that day Maurizio proved himself as a co-parent and a friend. But it was not easy with him divorcing his wife In your head, when he was legally single it would mean more to build a romantic relationship.It was the weeks leading up to your birth date when he again asked you to move in with him, insisting this was in the best interest of co-parenting. It definitely would be easier for the first few months with the baby but you were still hesitant fighting him every time the topic was brought up.

“ Y/N if you move in then I will always be there to help you with the baby right away rather than having to wait for me to arrive.” Maurizio said, trying to convince you to move in.

“What about the nursery I spent so long getting together, all the stuff in my place, and my view from my penthouse?” Y/N says making up any excuses of why not to move in, scared about the type of commitment this was.

“You do know that you made us buy duplicates of everything so that wherever the baby was they would have all the same things?” Maurizio said, rolling his eyes as he realizes you are trying to use any excuse at this point.

“Oh I forgot about that, but since you brought it up, all that stuff would go to waste,” you say pouting with the best puppy eyes you could muster up.

Having enough of this conversation he admits defeat for today barking, “It will be better for the baby and you know that, so I'm giving you till the end of the week to decide.” Maurizio says getting up from the kitchen counter and slamming your door on his way out, leaving you in your thoughts.

“Ugh why am I fighting this, I want to live with him and be a family but there is something holding me back. It's not like I have to give up my penthouse, I will always have it, it's not that I don't want to be in a relationship, because he treats me like I hang the stars in the sky and it’s not because of his almost ex wife, because she is dead to him.” And like an intrusive thought, you finally face the real reason why you don’t want to move in. You are scared of relying on someone else and to trust that they have pure intentions. Your family and friends are the only ones who have given you support like this and to trust a man that is essentially only your baby daddy is scaring you shit-less. You think if it doesn't work out then you are co-parenting separately or worse case scenario alone, which you had planned for most of this pregnancy. But your mind wanders to the good that could happen. You could fall deeper in love with Maurizio and maybe end up married with more kids growing old together on the italian countryside.

But you couldn't keep yourself from that just because of a built up fear. So you decided to go to his penthouse and apologize, be honest about your fears, and accept his invitation. Bundling up for the fall chill, you hop into your town car and head to Maurizio’s unannounced.

Arriving you say hello to the door man and make your way up the elevator, letting yourself in with your key he had given you. Just as you were about to shout and see where he was you heard raised voices arguing in the den. And as quietly as a 8 month pregnant woman can, you creep over to see what was happening, letting your nosiness get the best of you. But the scene in front of you shocked you into confusion, not expecting to see Patrizia on her knees begging Maurizio to take her back.

“I will forgive you and even love that bastard child. Just come back now”, she grovels at his feet. Looking unamused Maurizio says, “Stop this, I only allowed you in because you promised you would say your final requests so we can be done with this mess. We are never getting back together and you are impeding me from starting my life with Y/N. The second our divorce is finalized I'm taking the ring I have for Y/N and proposing. Her and my children are the only things that matter and you need to come to terms with that.” Maurizio shrugs her off and turns his back to her as he goes to the bar to pour himself a drink. And as if a demon had possessed her Patrizia, reaches in her bag, pulls out a kitchen knife, and charges in his direction screaming like a rabid animal.

Everything was moving in slow motion as her first stab wound landed on his shoulder but after the second stab slashed his forearm Y/N pulled out her revolver from her bag and announced her presence with a loud “BITCH, drop the knife.” and although she was shaking she held her hard face that halts Patrizia’s movements, allowing Maurizio to stumble away but not being able to get very far before he collapses. Patriza was still for a second longer before lunging at Y/N screaming “YOU RUINED MY LIFE” and before she could take another step, Y/N shot Patrizia in the leg immobilizing her and allowing the knife to slide away from her hand. Quickly kicking it farther, you reach for the phone to call 911 with the gun still pointed at Patrizia.

When the police confirm they are on the way you check in on Maurizio to see if he is seriously hurt. Smacking him awake, he responds with a groan making you release a sigh of relief.

“Maurizio, stay awake for me honey, help is on the way.” You say applying pressure to his wound to help slow down the bleeding. “Y/N baby what are you doing here, it’s not safe for you to be here” he panics not realizing you are the one who stopped Patrizia

“It’s okay Maurizio calm down Patrizia is subdued.” You say trying to make him stay still so he doesn’t further stress his body

“Oh this isn’t over yet you slut” Patrizia says trying to get up. “Move an inch and both legs will have a bullet through them” you warn her keeping her in place.

Finally after what seems like an eternity the police and paramedics arrive taking care of both of them and taking down your account of what happened. Quickly recounting the scene you walked in on and why you were there, they thanked you for talking with them and insisting that you should go with Maurizio to the hospital and that they will contact you if they need anything else.

The chaos that was going on in the ambulance distracted you from the slight cramps you were feeling in your abdomen. Then the 4 hours you were waiting in the hospital waiting room felt like years as you chastised yourself for being so stubborn and not agreeing to live with Maurizio and maybe being there to prevent all of this. As you were about to enter your 7,000th guilt ridden thoughts you heard your name being called by a nurse, causing you to snap your head up and scramble towards the door.

As you walk to his room you barely hear anything the nurse says, just ready to see and make sure Maurizio is okay. Finally arriving you see a groggy Maurizio taking in his surroundings barely paying any mind to the doctor who was tracking how he was doing.

“Maurizio”you say, breaking him out of his trance quickly making your way over as he says a quiet “Y/N” trying his best to get up but not being able to. You quickly nudge him back down and take in his appearance making sure he is truly okay before smashing yourself into him finally allowing yourself to cry.

“Y/n baby I’m okay, just a little banged up but because of you I’m here” Maurizio says as he does his best to comfort you with his least injured arm. “You don’t understand how scared I was, thinking you would die before you could meet our son or before I could tell you I love you too” Y/N says through tears. “Is it the meds or did you just say you loved me”, Maurizio says unsure if he heard her correctly “I love you Maurizio and I have but I am scared of all the things that come with loving you, " you say sitting up and staring him in the eye.

Maurizio’s eyes light up like he won the lottery saying ,”FINALLY! I promise every fear you have will be erased just believe in me and come give me a kiss princess! Maurizio says overcome with uncontrollable joy.

Leaning in you engage in a deep kiss, breaking it to say, “I hope you know you are moving into my penthouse, yours is kinda tainted”, replaying the events that happened hours prior in your head. With a light chuckle and eye roll Maurizio says, “Whatever you say princess”, happily bringing you back into a lip lock.

Okay I’m trying to finish this story because the cliff hanger I left y’all on for a year plus was so wrong. Also he will not be dying in this story🤷🏾‍♀️ but next chapter should be the last.

#maurizio gucci x reader #adcu #adcu fanfiction #black reader #poc reader #house of gucci #tw violence

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annonniiiiieeeee · 1 year

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i was rereading percy jackson and now i’m wondering what everyone’s fatal flaw is. i’m kinda caught between pride and loyalty for leo, cuz on one hand he’s got this “better than you” attitude throughout most of the show but then again that’s to mask his crippling inferiority complex so that’s why pride is going back and forth. i’m leaning toward loyalty bc i feel like he has a pretty hard time forgiving people, but idk

I have not read Percy Jackson yet (a crime I know) so I had to do some research to answer this question.

Leo is ‘feelings of inferiority.’ All of his problems stem from that. He doesn’t think he is as good or worthy as his brothers so he tries to over compensate and that’s where he gets himself into trouble.

Donnie is ‘hubris’ he thinks he is the best and when someone plays to that he is blinded by the praise. See the first appearance of the purple dragons and Big Mama. They compliment him on his inventions and he is blinded by the praise. He knows he is worthy of it and when he revived it he doesn’t always realize what is happening around him.

Raph is ‘excessive personal loyalty’ he is at his family’s beck and call. He finds it hard to let go and allow them to act on their own. The episode with the poison pizza puffs is a great example of this as he is trying so hard to let them learn while also warring with his over protective nature. His arc in the season 2 finally of trusting his family is another great example. He is extremely loyal to them so much so it blinds him to the abilities of his family. You can also argue that this play a role in his and Leo’s fight in the movie.

Mikey is recklessness. He had to razzmatazz. He rushes in without thinking a lot. And a lot of times it works for him. When Baxter Stockboy was trying to reveal them Mikey used himself as a cannonball. This could have ended so badly for him. Even Donnie points it out with the gift he gives Mikey.

April and Cassie have the same one ‘ambition.’ Splinter says himself how similar the two are. April is ambitious not just in the cookie episode but in all of her jobs and even her fighting style. The way she announces her name before any giant hit. The fact she got a crane license just to hit bad guys with. She is ambitious. Cassie is also ambitious girl built a brownie empire all on her own. She commanded the Shredder. Anytime she faces an enemy she screams about how she will pulverize them. They are both very ambitious. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing but when they extend themselves to far they will get themselves into trouble

Casey is ‘low self-esteem.’ He comes from a world where everyone he loved dies. He’s the lone survivor. He also grew up watching and learn how to process the world from Leonardo. He’s not great at processing grief and lose. He blames himself a lot for the lose of Master Michelangelo and Master Leonardo. anytime he learns a new skill he wonders why he didn’t learn it earlier and if it would have made a difference.

Usagi is ‘excessive personal loyalty.’ We see it a little bit with Kenichi. Usagi doesn’t care how Kenichi treats him he’s used to the bunny and knows his opinion of him doesn’t matter, but when he goes after Leo and later Gen Usagi is extremely protective of them. To the point that Kenichi tried to bait Usagi into fights several times. We will see more of this later.

Gen is ‘wrath’ his anger in his fight with Kenichi made him an easy target. He is prone to anger especially when his family is hurt.

Kitsune is ‘vanity’ she grew up as a dancer and thief. Her worth was directly tied to her skills and looks. She had to be able to keep attention while her family stole. She has gotten better at this over the years and knows she is worth more then just her looks but old habits can die hard.

#a world of samurais and ninjas #asks #leosagi #rise leo #rise cassandra #awosan miyamoto usagi #rise casey #rise april #rise mikey #rise donnie #rise raph #awosan Gen #awosan kitsune

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gg-selvish · 11 months

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what would you say is really going through sap’s head in the last scene since its george’s pov? i feel like you can pretty much tell based on like what he says and the body language but im interested if there’s anything more

see this is one of the cool things about when we're older. i feel like i could write a whole separate fic just writing the alternate POV for each scene because theyre both perceiving and processing everything that happens incredibly differently and george even has the thought in the last scene that he thought they were fine but sapnap is on a completely different page. hes a sealed box.

thats basically what it is. 16yo sapnap promised himself he'd never let george hurt him again and with comfy, the uk trip, he let george hurt and worsen him a lot. he was in love with him and even though he pretended to hate george i dont think he did a very good job of hiding the love. it was still there it was painful. he calls it that: pain

so then cut to what, 6 years later? george is a different person, approaching him docile and nervously and kind for the second time now. this time he's not immediately done something wrong but the resentment has built so high sapnap doesn't trust him as far as he can throw him even though the love he's been trying to repress is right at the top of his throat when george is around. he can yell and push him away as much as he wants but he chokes on it. george is unaware of his feelings for most of it but sapnap is drowning

and then george offers himself on a silver platter but in a way where sapnap is still the one reaching and he cant do that. he promised himself. so he says he wont, expecting george to give up but george doesnt. george uses the same words he used to ask him out to proves that moment meant something and then they kiss and george is so gentle and kind for his first time and the worst part is he cant even really enjoy it unless hes lost in it because he still doesnt trust george and starts to doubt that its just a sexual tension thing and not really love because when has george ever seemed to love him?

he drops a bit when they finish up, realizing that theyre back to reality and george is gonna be george again and sure he said nice things at first but is that real? sapnap doesnt trust him.

but george picks up on it and gives him a hug and a promise. then he cleans him up with uncharacteristic care and is more affirming and sapnap is shaky like a newborn fawn but george is putting in effort and that means something to him. maybe its not trust yet, but theyre getting there.

its kinda like rules (booooo) this not-yet-forgiveness but acceptance and hope for change. ive enjoyed writing things like that. it feels more realistic than tying everything neatly up with a bow

#ask

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mtdthoughts · 4 months

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The Themes of Migi & Dali

If you've read my review of the anime on MAL, I've listed some of the themes I've discovered after completing both the Migi & Dali manga and anime. Here, I wanted to elaborate them and discuss how they are brought up in the story. The idea is for this post to be a tl;dr for all of my analyses of the story and this entire blog as a whole. Indeed, a lot of these come from various analyses I've written already.

It should go without saying that spoilers are discussed.

Anyway, here are the themes (in no particular order)

Revenge vs. moving on: This one is pretty obvious, as the twins started off wanting revenge, then with Migi gravitating towards happiness and moving on while Dali is stuck in the past looking to punish the one responsible for their suffering.

Deception, manipulation, and betrayal: Although the twins were fooling everyone into believing they were one person, Dali has frequently deceived and manipulated his own brother, and has even betrayed his trust with the Sali disguise. Similarly, Reiko has deceived everyone including Eiji into believing she is nothing but the perfect mother and perfect woman, while in reality her perfection is built on many lies as well as the betrayal of Metry, who saw Reiko as a sister.

Brotherhood and codependency: Because the twins had no one but each other when their mother died, it fell upon Dali, the smarter and "stronger" twin, to take care of himself as well as Migi, as he was essentially parentified (see my discussion titled "Parentification" for more on this). As a result, the twins initially had a codependent relationship, with Dali serving as the "parent" and Migi serving as the "child", which was ultimately unhealthy for both of them, especially for Dali who accumulated much more of the emotional burden and stress. Thus, one of the most significant challenges the twins had to face was overcoming their codependency and forming a stronger and healthier brotherhood.

Family, friendship, and love: One of the most significant recurring messages in the story was the idea that no matter what issues one faced, they could always overcome them by opening up to others such as family and friends (e.g. the Sonoyamas and Akiyama), as well as accepting love from them. Indeed, it was because of this love that Migi was able to move on from revenge and accept his new happy life in Origon Village, and it was because his love towards Dali that Dali was able to do the same. Similarly, Dali was able extend the same love towards Eiji to help him live on despite the guilt from killing his own mother.

Coming of age and self-discovery: The twins were becoming teenagers, a critical stage in their lives when they would begin to discover themselves. Initially, Migi was content with just copying Dali, but eventually realized his true self and what he truly desired. On the other hand, Dali was stuck with revenge and saw no other purpose, and eventually realized this as he rejected himself, once when he sacrificed himself for Migi, and again when he forced himself into Migi's shadow. Similarly, Eiji's self image eroded as a faced eroded after realizing he had pushed Metry, and he faced a major identity crisis once he had realized that he had killed her and was initially rejected by Dali. But both Eiji and Dali were able to accept their own happiness and imperfect selves thanks to the love extended towards them.

Sin, guilt, and redemption: Over the course of the story, Dali has committed many sins and transgressions against others, including Migi as well as Eiji. He likely became aware of his actions and was burdened by guilt, causing him to reject himself and his own happiness. Similarly, Eiji was also burdened by guilt after realizing that he had pushed Metry and saw himself as a sinner deserving of punishment, and later committed a grave sin by killing Reiko. Just as mentioned above, it was thanks to the love extended towards them that they were able find forgiveness and redemption in living the best they could towards atonement.

Duality and balance: As the story is centered on twins, there were many instances of duality, such as the twins themselves (e.g. their personalities and strengths/weaknesses), the opposing views of Origon Village as "Heaven" or "Hell", the two paths the twins took, and the characters of Reiko and Youko/Metry, etc. Although Migi and Dali have opposing traits and even beliefs, their journey illustrates an important lesson in balance, as (almost) all humans have traits of both twins. Indeed, these identical twins can be viewed as two halves of a complete whole, and one needs to be able to balance both halves to attain happiness and enlightenment in their own lives. For example, one should be as wise and prudent as Dali but also needs to remain innocent and open to love as Migi. Similarly, one needs to recognize their own faults and wrongdoings as Dali but also needs to have the strength to move on as Migi.

The curse of perfectionism, high expectations, and loneliness: Throughout the story, Dali, Eiji, and Reiko forced themselves to be perfect for various reasons. Dali became the perfect boy to pursue revenge as well as the perfect older brother to Migi because he needed validation. Eiji became the perfect boy and son because he wanted to be like the mother he admired the most. Reiko wanted to be the perfect woman because she sought validation from others, including her husband and Metry. Ironically, it was this desire for perfection that isolated them from others, and the admiration others had for them was a double-edged sword that placed unreasonably high expectations on them. They became mistaken with the idea that they were loved because they were perfect, and the high expectations made them more desperate and willing to take extreme actions, as they ultimately feared loneliness. Unlike Reiko, Dali and Eiji were able to break out of this loneliness and need for perfection because of the love extended towards them.

#migi and dali #migi to dali #analysis

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alchemiclee · 6 months

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I see more posts that are shipping neuvillette and furina more than anything else. I personally don't like them as a ship. what about a more simple found family/sibling relationship??? romance doesn't fit at all imo. they haven't found themsleves quite yet so it seems off. but they may still support each other in a familial way. but at the same time, neither realize they were, or could have been, each others found family and closest companion had circumstances been different, since they both had reasons to not get closer.

one was living in an opera as a character on stage. the other taking his position seriously while keeping himself separate from humans so they don't sway his judgment. only after they part ways do they realize they were closest to what people call "family" and notice the empty spot in their lives without the other around. maybe they meet to try to patch it up again at some point. they see other siblings and notice their relationship is similar to them, arguing with each other in the streets, while the two sip on twa and water. neuvillette was always looking out for furina the way the older brother is looking out for his little sister even if he doesn't want show he cares. his methods are crude and don't always take her emotions into account. the little sister secretly enjoys having her big bro protect and dote on her and look after her even if she insists she's independent and doesn't need his help.

neuvillette is still trying to understand humans and their emotions. he's becoming better at it. after learning furina is actually a human, he wants even more to learn. he tries to use the skills he's built to comfort her and try to understand her better, but realizes he's still lacking. furina, however, never learned how to be human exactly, she forgot who she was within her endless mascerade, and she at first struggles to understand and express her own emotions properly to other people, since they were locked away for so long. so she needs to live and learn among the humans after spending some time to herself. so neuvillette still misses his mark and let's her go on her own way for a while. instead of trying to make up for how things were and he her companion again, he simply takes on the role of an older brother who protects from a distance while letting his independent sister go her own way. he tries to help her make more friends and always helps her on projects she works on like in her character quest. he works behind the scenes with her or for her to make sure her family grows and she's doing well, make sure she has something to live on for and be passionate about because seeing that makes him very happy. he makes sure she is able to build herself and make the "her" she long forgot able to return and be known by all, even if she's different than before and needs to build from scratch. tearing off a mask and rebuilding what long decayed behind is a lot of work, and he knows to give her time.

perhaps when she's settled and can forgive herself and her past, she can reach back out and find a friendship in neuvillette. perhaps she wants to help neuvillette find a place closer to the ground and among humans as well, after he expressed the desire to get closer with them and understand them even better now. he still sits too high, and is now completely alone up there. but sometimes your estranged adopted little sister can make sure you touch the ground for a bit. she knows how lonely it is up there. she learned how to let others shoulder her burdens. she learned how to open up. she learned how to share and laugh and cry with others. she learned what it means to truly be human.

she can now teach him all she learned, and since he had known her longest, perhaps he can trust her more than anyone else and let her guide him out of the shadows where he had been quielty guiding her from all this time. he can join her journey once in a while. he can finally let human emotions guide his judgements so they are better suited to serve his people. she can share her story with him so he understands her even more. he may see himself reflected in her, and she sees it too: sitting alone at the top, not opening up, not sharing the burden with anyone, not allowing oneself to form oneself outside of one's duty, moreso now.

not being human, he doesn't necessarily need the same things and supports as her. his mind is stronger and can carry the burdens just fine on his own and the entire nation is now in his hands, so it's necessary to stand strong. but after being touched by the human world, his eyes show deep lonliness that even he doesn't recognize, because he's more focused on the people's feelings, he forgets he's actually truly capable of feelings himself. his curiosity and fondness for the humans becomes even more obvious. his care and fondness for furina grows after learning shes actually a human, though he knows he must keep a distance and allow her time and space. that's why she reaches out to him, to make sure she returns what he's done for her by helping him develop his "self" in a way where can safely and successfully reach out to the humans he now realizes he cherishes more than only his strict duties. he may start to finally see and understand what it is he's been missing all along, finally understand emotions, finally understand his people, and finally understand what it means to be human.

#idk what im rambling about lmao #that went off topic from what i started to say #i just dont like seeing them as a romantic ship. it feels weird to me personally #but found family that doesnt realize they are found family? that soundd fun #genshins #lee text #i enjoy good character development in characters/stories. its so fun and interesting #i think that's all this ramble turned into. just a found family (where the entire city is their found family maybe) fic skeleton #with big character development #if i has the time amd patience to write maybe id write about it for real but i do not #two of my favorite story tropes or plots or whatever you call them is found family and character development in the form of #non human entity learns what its like to be human. or human forced to live a life against their true self learning to become their self #like avatar and zuko's character development. or eureka seven and all the character development there #writing ideas #i probably wont write it but if anyone else wants to then go for it

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agentrouka-blog · 2 years

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Jon had compared Ygritte with Mel as he get confused with Mel appearance and trickery of light. I think Jon subconsciously comparing them but not in positive light. Both are described having red hair and associated with fire. Both are predatory towards Jon. Jon described them warm but it's fake. Ygritte tried to send away Ghost and Mel tried to trick Ghost with magic. While Jon wary of them at one point he trusted them.

Honestly, I think Mel actually used a glamor in that moment. The same way she must have used magic to make Ghost act so docile and familiar with her. She wanted Jon unsettled, off his game and open to her suggestions. Her aim here is to gain his trust and cooperation for her own purposes.

"The bones help," said Melisandre. "The bones remember. The strongest glamors are built of such things. A dead man's boots, a hank of hair, a bag of fingerbones. With whispered words and prayer, a man's shadow can be drawn forth from such and draped about another like a cloak. The wearer's essence does not change, only his seeming." (ADWD, Melisandre)

The reason he sees Mel, specifically, while he is pacing around in emotional turmoil after learning about Arya, is because Mel is standing in the exact same space Ygritte died. It's all she has here, it might even be undirected, and it's a weak and only momentary glamor, unlike with Mance.

He was walking beneath the shell of the Lord Commander's Tower, past the spot where Ygritte had died in his arms, when Ghost appeared beside him, his warm breath steaming in the cold. (ADWD, Jon III)

Someone was behind him, he realized suddenly. Someone who smelled warm as a summer day. When he turned he saw Ygritte. She stood beneath the scorched stones of the Lord Commander's Tower, cloaked in darkness and in memory. (ADWD, Jon VI)

Melisandre's smell had previously reminded him of Ygritte (hot metal), and it does again in this instance, though in a more positive image. That's all it takes. Mel might not even know who she appeared as to him. All she needed was to startle him.

Though it's my theory that Jon is projecting a lot of his misdirected guilt over not helping his family onto Ygritte. He's asking her forgiveness for his "betrayal" in his Stark crypt nightmare with all the Red Wedding imagery, which is obviously kind of nonsensical. He feels guilty, he thinks he should see her in the afterlife and tell her he should have stayed with her in that cave. None of this nonsense makes sense, but it does if you replace her with his Stark family. "We should never have left Winterfell" said to his own family? Has a more realistic ring to it.

He is currently broken up about not allowing himself to try and help his favorite sibling Arya - and ta-daa a vision of Ygritte appears in the spot where she died. Another transfer of guilt.

Except it's Melisandre offering him help in aiding his sister. Reaching out her hand to draw him into her sphere.

Jon resists, though, which is why she is so determined to get more information for her "girl in grey" vision in her own chapter.

#jon snow #anti ygritte #melisandre #glamor #magic #manipulation #rouka queue

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dustofthedailylife · 2 years

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Hello!! this is the resend of the 3 parts stuff as a whole.

Name: Bonnie :sunny:

Hobbies: Digital drawing, trying out new bubble tea (i have a whole spreadsheet where i rate bubble tea on prices and tastes LOL), eating with friends, observing people, researching psychology, analyzing characters/people/books with a friend.

Personality: I tend to be the mentor or mom friend of group. I’m prideful where it’s hard for me to ask help, but it’s getting better. i’m a pretty territorial person, i don’t like people getting in the way between me and the person i like. I’m patient with others, but quite capricious at times. I am hardworking and i like to take control when it comes to group projects. i’m very loyal and quite protective of others. i can come off strict to others, it’s mostly just “don’t be a dick.”

What i look for in a partner: i would like someone who sees me as an equal and who i can banter with.

Personality traits I dislike: impulsivity, laziness (context, i don’t like it when it comes to group work), nice to the point it’s foolish (context is i dislike people who let others get away from doing something hurtful to others bc blah blah forgiveness is important) Like: calculating, playfulness, loyal, stern, hardworking Fave trope: Fake relationships to real and enemies to lovers.

Hi there! I hope it wasn't too much of a fuss that you had to send it in a whole again. I definitely appreciate it because it makes things easier for me <3

Over we go to your match-up though!

Your Perfect Match is...

Kamisato Ayato

Okay, first of all, this isn't (just) because of your bubble tea spreadsheet but it definitely played a role here. Ayato would probably be the one assessing your rankings with you and discuss it, because he can be goofy like that despite the way he seems at first.

You two first met each other through bubble tea as well as fate would have it. He saw you ordering and decided to go for a bubble tea as well, ordering exactly the same thing you had ordered (for completely unrelated reasons naturally *wink wink*).

You eventually started talking, at first casual small talk but it became more private and personal soon.

Soon enough he would tell you he'd probably have to marry someone from another clan soon since his peer politicians thought I'd be the best for the public appearance - seeing as he was single still as well.

That's basically how the idea came up that you two should start fake dating because you wanted to help him out as he clearly did no want to marry someone he doesn't love.

Eventually both of you realized that your fake-dating wasn't so fake after all.

As soon as you started officially dating it became evident super fast that you're just perfectly complementing each other.

Analyzing literally anything and everyone together becomes one of your favorite part time activities with him. And he is someone who always has some great input to give and is an absolute ace at calculating outcomes and other people's behaviour.

He greatly appreciates your hardworking nature, seeing as he is a hard worker himself - don't overdo it though! Sometimes Thoma has to step in and tell both of you to take a break because you wouldn't on your own.

Ayato is a loyal and protective partner, quite like you, too. He built up the Kamisato clan from the ground again when it was at the verge of falling apart - all for his family. If that isn't loyal and protective, I don't know what is!

Despite his well-mannered and proper public appearance, he can be quite the goofball behind the scenes towards those he trusts and loves. Banter is preprogrammed between you two!

"Hey, Bonnie... I don't think I am able continue with this fake dating strategy anymore. Why? Well, I believe I have started to develop real feelings for you."

#🍁 Match Made In Heaven #🍁 1000 follower event #🍁 dust mail #🍁 mail from: anon

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onceuponanelderscroll · 1 year

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From the wholesome ask meme: 1, 2 8, 14, 16, 21, 36, 39, and 42 for any oc(s) you want to talk about? :3 from @boethiahsboytoy hehe

Hi Stars! Thank you for the asks! Some of these were quite hard as I tried to balance serious and silly answers.

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1: What is their go-to comfort food?

Veesk-Ei (Skyrim OC): Anything cold. Veesk grew up in Morrowind and even though Skyrim is cold enough on its own cold food always serves as a refreshing step back.

Sirena (ESO OC): Kwama-egg quiche, it's a pretty simple recipe and going to Vvardenfell immediately after falling from Coldharbour means you kind of fall in love with whatever food you can eat first.

Azira (OC for a story I may never finish): Caramel brownies!! They're just super good no explanation needed.

Elsie (OC from the same story): Uhhhhhhhhhhh he doesn't know and is gonna cheat and steal Azi's answer. Caramel brownies?

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2 - Give them a warm drink of your choice, what would it be? Would their choice differ from yours?

I'm giving everyone hot chocolate because hot chocolate rocks. Sirena would prefer something less sweet but wouldn't find it important enough to raise a stink about.

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8 - What is a smell that makes them feel at home?

Veesk-Ei: Since he now considers Solitude his home and spends a lot of time in the Dragonborn Museum, the smell of old books and the specific cleaner Auryen uses on the exhibits make him feel at home.

Sirena: All of Nirn smells like home to her (except when daedra pop down to visit)

Azira: Magic. Yes she can smell it (shut up Elsie)

Elsie: uhhhHHH too many questions. goodbye

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14 - Quickly, let them give us some life advice!

Veesk-Ei: If it sucks, hit da bricks. You may sink your ship in the Sea of Ghosts though so be prepared for shit like that.

Sirena: Just because a problem isn't earth-shattering doesn't mean it's not worth your time.

Azira: Wishing at a wishing well totally works you should try it maybe. Also forgiving someone doesn't mean you have to fully trust them again.

Elsie: Don't get so swept up in other people you lose yourself (from experience). also don't trust cops (also from experience)

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16 - What was the happiest moment of their life?

Veesk-Ei: Absorbing his first dragon soul. You know how many endorphins that shit gives you?

Sirena: Every time she meets someone she's helped in the past and gets to see them doing better.

Azira: Coming out to Elsie and realizing she was well and truly loved :')

Elsie: After arriving at (currently unnamed faerie city), realizing that even if Azira didn't need zem to save her, zey could still make a home in the new life she'd built and see her flourish.

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21 - Which new skills they would really like to learn?

Veesk-Ei: Juggling it looks so hard

Sirena: Being more proficient in the Restoration school of magic would be quite useful.

Azira: The faerie thing of lying even when nothing you've said hasn't been true

Elsie: Distinguishing between genuine and joking flirting

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36 - What would they gift to their partner or their best friends to show their affection?

Veesk-Ei: Shiny rocks (swords count)

Sirena: an IOU (pretty powerful thing from the person who ended the Planemeld)

Azira: Fun facts

Elsie: Things they feel would have sentimental value or practical purpose (evaluated before gift is given)

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39 - If they could go back in time, how would they reassure their child-self about the future?

Veesk-Ei: "You'll get out. You will get yourself out. I promise."

Sirena: She doesn't remember anything before the Soulburst, and thus has nothing to say. If pressed, she might give a "there are worse fates". Not the best with children.

Azira: She doesn't really get a chance to reassure before being bombarded with questions about the whole being a girl thing and that turns into questions about the magic is real thing and she feels her younger self is reassured even without a direct statement.

Elsie: *recruits her child self into a strategy to deal with all the future stuff ahead of schedule so it doesn't have a chance to be a problem* *only explains like half of the relevant information at any given point*

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42 - Let them vent for a second, without the fear of being judged. What would they like to say?

Veesk-Ei: It was right to leave. He knows that. But he wants to know how all those he knew Before are doing.

Sirena: She just screams real loud and punches the wall for a bit. Fighting people doesn't feel cathartic when its all you do.

I don't actually have good answers for Azira and Elsie for this one, sorry :(

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Thank you again for the ask! I'm so excited for the semester to end so I can work on these little guys again.

#ask meme #oc: veesk-ei #oc: sirena quickbreeze #my ocs #my tes ocs #ask

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rains-pace · 3 years

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so. new c!Wilbur lore huh?

#dream smp #mcyt #wilbur soot #ranboo #this isnt from todays stream but well it takes me a while to finish things haha #ahhhh ive been loving these streams i really like how these three (including tubbo's stuff from today because oh my god) like act together #and how wilbur plays out character actions so well just by how he moves in game #theres so much interesting dialogue to read into in these vods and im so excited to see where the story goes #this was my favorite part from the last wilbur lore cuz he started crying from just like 'yeah you're fine'#like ahhh please get therapy /lh #and then the way he hovered over the tnt in his inventory while ranboo talked about believing in change #like you KNOW he was thinking about all the time he spent in limbo and how much he (presumably) wants to prove to everyone #that he's changed #dont even get me started on todays stream #they all nailed it and tubbo's acting?? and the whole scene of him crying and singing the anthem like i just #theyre really pulling out all the stops #things i noticed that i want to talk about somewhere:#wil is still doin that thing where he builds up to be taller than people #like he built up to apologize to tubbo then went on eye level when tubbo forgave him #then he built up again when he realized forgiveness is not the same as trust #(btw good on c!tubbo for asserting himself like that. its major growth for his character)#(and im SO happy to see an exploration of his feelings about the execution he has such an interesting character)#another thing i noticed bc i rewatched the tommy video when jack got added to the smp #tommy referred to lmanburg as paradise when he introduced it to jack #and i cant help but feel like its not a coincidence that the new burger van is also being called paradise #hmm #anyway thats enough rambling this was hardly even about this drawing #i just hvae so many thoughts abotu this lore and im excited about it lol

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jrob64 · 2 years

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Love Song for a Broken Heart - Chapter 2/2 (Healing Hearts)

Here is the conclusion to the story and I hope it was worth the short wait. The tags promised angst, but also a happy ending, which you'll get...eventually. Thank you for the kind response to this story!

Happy birthday once again to Mary. I hope this is the start of a much better year for you!

Story Summary: After a painful break-up with the love of his life, Killian Jones writes a song for her and sings it every weekend at the bar. One night as he’s playing, he sees her in the crowd with a man he despises, and it leads to an eye-opening discussion between Emma and Killian.

Rating: M

Words: (Ch. 2 - 6320, Total - 11,100)

Find Chapter 1 on Tumblr here

Also found on Ao3 and ffn

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“May…may I come in?” she whispered.

Killian stepped back to open the door wider and watched her brush past him, every muscle in her body tense. He hurried to move his guitar off the sofa, offering her a seat. She perched on the very edge and kept her eyes on her tightly clasped hands.

Killian sat also, leaving a cushion’s width between them. “Are you okay?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No, I’m not. You…you were r-right. Those pictures were fakes. Once I looked at them closer, it was so obvious, but when I first got them, it was…I was…I just couldn’t…” She sucked in a choked breath and exhaled a sob. “How could I be so stupid?”

“I’m sure they were very realistic if what Belle said about Milah’s work is true.”

“They were, but that doesn’t excuse the fact that I thought they could be real.”

“No, it doesn’t. You told me love is built on trust, but…you…you didn’t trust me. When I told you I hadn’t been with any other woman, you should have believed me.”

“I…I know,” she mumbled, casting her eyes down to the floor. “You’re right, but just hearing you were cheating on me, well, it brought up all the memories of when Walsh did that to me and…”

“Emma, I know he broke your heart, but you believing I would ever cheat on you broke mine. I proved over and over that I wasn’t going to do anything like he did and I never gave you any reason to believe I would.”

He watched a tear make its way down her cheek before she reached up to swipe it away. “I know I was wrong and it disgusts me that I’ve wasted all these months being angry and making both of us miserable. All I can do is tell you that I’ll never doubt you again.”

“I truly hope you mean that, because I can’t go through something like this again. The last eight months have been a fucking nightmare.”

More tears spilled over her lashes and he couldn’t restrain himself any longer. Closing the distance between them, he wrapped her up in his arms and held her tightly. He could feel her tears soaking through his shirt as she continued to sob, her body jerking with the force of it. His own hot tears tracked down his face, but at the same time, the pieces of his shattered heart started clicking back into place. His beautiful love was back where she belonged.

Minutes passed - he had no idea how many - until she took a shuddering breath and pulled away from him just enough to look into his face. “I-I’m so sorry. Can you ever forgive me, Killian?”

His fingers reached up to tuck some strands of hair behind her ear. Pressing his forehead to hers, he quietly said, “I forgive you. You reacted like most people would if presented with something like that. I know if it would have been me, I wouldn’t have been able to bear looking at them.”

“That’s how I felt, and why I didn’t realize they were doctored. Once I saw them, I never wanted to look at them again. I almost deleted them. I really can’t tell you why I didn’t, but it’s a good thing I held onto them. I could have gone the rest of my life thinking you cheated on me and…and lost you…forever. Maybe I already have.”

“No you haven’t,” he was quick to reassure her. “You’ll never lose me. My heart is yours forever, Emma.”

She brought her hands up to frame his face, her thumbs finding the scruff which was damp from his tears. “Killian, I love you. I never stopped loving you, even when I repeatedly told myself it was the wrong thing to do.”

“But it’s not.”

She hiccuped a giggle, the sound going straight to his healing heart. “No, it’s not. It’s the most right thing in the world.”

Killian leaned back on the couch, taking her with him, and they sat that way for long moments that grew increasingly more comfortable. He peppered kisses into her hair as her fingers found their way under the hem of his T-shirt to brush against his bare skin, but he could tell it was just to feel connected to him, not to lead to anything more physical. They needed time to process everything that had happened in the last eight months and to clear away the debris in their hearts, so falling into bed together immediately probably wasn’t the best idea, no matter how much he wanted to explore that side of their relationship again.

“Swan,” he said, breaking the silence, “did it take you a while to bring yourself to look at those pictures again?”

“No, I looked at them as soon as I ended the call to you.”

“May I ask why it took so long for you to come over then? It seemed like a bloody eternity.”

“I, um, I called Mary Margaret to get advice from her on how to handle things with, uh, with Neal and his mother. I knew it probably wasn’t a good idea to go punch both of them in their deceiving, spiteful faces, despite my burning desire to do it.”

He gave a low chuckle. “No, I don’t suppose it was. So what did you do?”

“David offered to go with me to confront them. He said he would threaten to arrest them if they gave me any trouble. I went to Neal’s first and lucked out because Milah was there.”

“How did they respond?”

“At first they both denied everything. Neal tried to sweet talk me and tell me I was just imagining things, but I showed them the proof. They used a picture from my own Facebook photo gallery, the idiots! Then his mother tried to say someone else must have done it, but I told her I knew she did photo manips and that she would do anything to help her spoiled son get what he wanted. Finally, after a lot of yelling and accusations, Neal admitted he’d asked her to do it, but claimed it was only because he loved me and wanted the best for me. The best! Can you believe that? As if he would ever be the best of anything! And to say he loves me? That turned my stomach. He has NO idea what love is! Oh, and get this - it was one of Neal’s buddies and his girlfriend having sex in the picture. Neal asked them to do it outside The Rabbit Hole and he took pictures of it. How sick is that?”

Killian shook his head in disgust “I knew he was jealous of our relationship, and that he thought he was better for you than I am, but I still can’t believe he would stoop that low to break us up.”

“It turns my stomach that he succeeded.”

“The important thing is you found out the truth eventually. Did his mother ever admit to anything?”

“She caved after her sniveling son did. She acted like I was making too big of a deal out of it, until David stepped in and told her she’ll be lucky if you didn’t sue them for defamation of character. That finally shut her up.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Do you think you will?”

He looked thoughtful. “Probably not. I just want to put it behind us. Besides, the sooner those two are completely out of our lives, the better.”

“I agree, but I still wouldn’t blame you if you did. For eight months, our friends and I thought you were to blame for breaking my heart, when you were completely innocent.”

“As long as all of them believe the truth now, that’s good enough for me.”

“They will. I’ll make sure of it.”

“I’ll have to call Liam tomorrow. He came to stay with me a few days right after you…right after it happened.”

“I’m glad you had him to help you. I’m sure he must hate me.”

“He won’t, once he understands the circumstances.”

Emma was quiet again, until she murmured, “I can’t believe I doubted you.”

“We can’t undo the past, but we can look towards the future and I very much want that future to be with you.”

She raised up to look at him. “It will, if I have anything to do with it. I never want to be without you again. I thought it would get easier with time, but it never did.”

Her lips met his in a kiss that sealed their reunion. They kept it brief; just a slow, sweet promise of things yet to come. When it ended, they maintained contact by resting their foreheads together, then Killian chuckled as Emma’s stomach growled loudly. “Hungry, Swan?”

“Yeah, I haven’t eaten since…” she paused, her brows furrowing as she thought, “since yesterday, before we went to the bar. Neal’s idea of a nice meal was a burger and greasy fries. He didn’t even order onion rings for me.”

Killian sucked in an exaggerated breath. “Egads! The imbecile didn’t figure out that the way to your heart is through the middle of an onion ring?” She playfully swatted at him, but he caught her hand and held it up, pressing his lips to the inside of her wrist. “Do you want to go out, or order in?”

“I’d prefer to have it delivered, if that’s okay with you. I don’t really feel like having to deal with other people right now.”

“Fine by me. What’s your pleasure?”

“Well, now I’m hungry for onion rings.”

He feigned surprise. “I’m simply shocked!” He reveled in her laughter, his heart lighter than it had been for months.

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While they waited for their meals to be delivered, Emma called Ruby to bring her up to date on everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. Just like Mary Margaret, she accepted the explanation immediately, expressing her happiness that the couple was back together, and her outrage at what Neal and his mother had done.

Once their food arrived, they inhaled it, both of them realizing just how hungry they were when the smell hit their noses. Afterward, they resumed their places on the couch and selected a movie to watch. Neither of them made it even halfway through, the combination of a sleepless night and a myriad of emotions finally put to rest, pulling them into a deep slumber.

Killian woke up nearly three hours later and found they had shifted in their sleep. He was now pressed up against the back of the sofa with Emma laying beside him, wrapped in his arms, her cheek resting on his chest. He soaked up the feeling of finally having the woman he loved in his arms once again, as he felt her breath ghosting over his throat.

Emma stirred several minutes later, blinking bleary eyes while she tried to get her bearings. “What time is it?” she asked in a hoarse voice.

He stretched to collect his phone off the small table at the end of the sofa. “Almost nine o’clock.”

She yawned widely then moved to sit up. “I should probably get going.”

Gently caressing her shoulder, he asked, “Do you have to?”

She turned to look at him. “You want me to stay?”

His fingers found the fringes of her hair as he answered. “I, uh, I’m afraid if I wake up in the morning and you’re not here, all of this will have just been a wonderful dream.”

“I know what you mean. It…it feels so good to be in your arms again.”

“So you’ll stay?”

She leaned in and kissed him. “Yeah.”

She’d nearly forgotten how much she’d missed his dimpled grin until it stretched across his face in response to her answer. “Thank you, Love. I’ll be right back.” He pushed himself up from the couch, bent down to plant a kiss on her forehead, then left the room. When he returned, he was carrying a familiar set of clothes.

“You…kept my pajamas?” she questioned.

“I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of them. I still haven’t washed the pillowcase you always slept on, even though I can’t smell your scent on it any longer.”

Unbidden tears came to her eyes. “Oh, Killian,” she whispered. “You never gave up on us, did you?”

He pulled her to her feet and into his arms. “I have to admit there were moments when I despaired of ever being with you again, but I always had hope the truth would eventually come out.”

She toyed with the buttons on his shirt, not meeting his eyes as she softly said, “I got rid of the stuff you left at my place. All except for one of your old band shirts, which I buried in a dresser drawer. I’m sorry. It just hurt too much to keep everything.”

Killian swallowed down the pang of pain her admission caused. “It’s okay, Love. We each had to deal with things in our own way.” They swayed together, moving almost like they were dancing; his hands stroking long, soothing caresses down her back, while her fingers traced small circles into his chest. When he spoke again, his voice rumbled against her cheek. “May I ask you something, Emma?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You and Cassidy…never mind, I don’t want to know. All that matters is we’re back together.”

“I never slept with him, Killian.” She felt the breath he had been holding whoosh out of his lungs. “He was…well…I thought he was my friend, and I only went out with him as a way of thanking him for being there for me when everything happened. Little did I know, I wouldn’t have gone through any of it, if it wasn’t for him. Despite what he was trying to convey last night, we never had a physical relationship of any kind.”

“I’m sorry, Love, I just…”

“I understand.” She looked up at him and moved her hands to cradle his face. “Now, if it’s okay with you, I never want to talk about or even think about him again.”

“It’s more than okay.”

“Good. I’m gonna go change and wash my face.”

“All of your things are still in the cabinet under the sink.” She gave him another watery smile before making her way down the hallway.

While she was in the bathroom, he went into his bedroom and changed into a pair of sleep pants and an old, soft T-shirt he knew was one of her favorites. When she emerged, dressed in her pink pajama pants with yellow ducklings and a loose-fitting V-neck shirt, he simultaneously met her in the hallway.

“You can have the bed, Emma. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

She gave him a puzzled look. “Why can’t we both sleep in the bed?”

“I, uh, it might be too soon for that. I know it’s going to take time for us to work through everything and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Nothing has to happen, Killian. I just…I just want to be close to you. Will you be uncomfortable sharing a bed?”

“Honestly? I would truly love falling asleep with you in my arms, because I haven’t been able to get a good night’s sleep in eight bloody months.”

“Then it’s settled,” she smiled, and headed into his bedroom.

After brushing his teeth, he moved around the apartment, making sure the door was locked and flipping off the lights. Then he grabbed a couple of bottles of water out of the refrigerator before entering his room, where his heart warmed, seeing his beautiful love cuddled under the covers; her long, blonde hair fanned out over the pillow. Her pillow.

Unsure whether she was asleep or not, he set the water on the nightstand and quietly slid between the sheets. Immediately her hands sought him out and he happily obliged by scooting further across the mattress towards her.

As soon as his arms were firmly wrapped around her, she sighed and melted into him. “I love you, Killian,” her sleepy voice assured him.

“Love you too, Emma,” he replied, feeling that he was, at long last, whole again, and settled in to get the best sleep he’d had in many months.

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When he awoke the next morning, Emma was still in his arms, though she was turned on her side with her back to him. The effect it had on him was painfully apparent, and he immediately shifted his hips backwards. She mumbled something, but he could tell she was still asleep, so he pressed a kiss to the back of her head and carefully eased out of bed.

After taking a quick and bracing shower to calm himself, he checked on her once again and, finding her still snuggled under the covers, grabbed his phone off of the nightstand and went into the kitchen to start the coffee machine.

Noting that it was nearly ten-thirty, he knew it would be a good time to call Liam since his two-year-old daughter would be taking her afternoon nap at that time. He flipped the switch to brew the coffee, then moved to the living room and flopped down onto the couch to place the call.

“Hello, little brother,” Liam greeted, and Killian gritted his teeth at the moniker, but decided he was in too good of a mood to let it bother him.

“Hi, Liam. How’s everyone doing?”

“Just fine.” He went on to bring Killian up-to-date on all the new things his niece was doing and saying.

After Liam had filled him in for almost five minutes, he asked the question Killian was waiting to hear. “How are things going for you, brother?” His voice held the same note of concern Killian had been hearing ever since Liam went back to England after spending those days with him following the breakup.

“Incredible!”

“Are you being sarcastic?”

“Not at all. She’s back, Liam.”

“Who? Emma?��

“No, Princess Leia, you dolt. Of course Emma.”

“Please tell me you didn’t go crawling back to her after what she did to you.”

“She came to me, actually.” He related the story of what had happened the past two days as Liam listened without commenting.

Once he brought him up to speed, Killian waited for his brother to respond. There was a long pause on the other end before Liam finally spoke. “She should have believed you from the beginning, Killian. Your word that you hadn’t cheated should have been enough proof for her.”

Killian sighed. He knew Liam would take the protective big brother stance. “She’s aware of that and she already apologized.”

“She put you through hell for no reason and you’re just going to forgive her that easily?”

“We talked things through, Liam. I told her what she put me through, but I also told her that I forgive her. We know it’s going to take a while to build up trust with each other again, and to work through all the hurt we’ve experienced, but it’s worth it. Love is worth it.”

“What if she breaks your heart again?”

“I won’t,” Emma said firmly, sitting down beside Killian.

“I’m sorry I woke you, Love. I thought I had the volume turned down low enough.”

“The call didn’t wake me up. You not being in bed did,” she whispered against his ear. Then she spoke into the phone again. “Liam, I promise I will do everything in my power to never break your brother’s heart again. If I do, you can personally come over here and kick my ass.”

“I want that in writing.”

Emma laughed lightly. “You got it.”

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Despite having spent the night in each other’s arms and the light-hearted mood they enjoyed as they ate breakfast after the call with Liam, the couple found themselves at a loss for words when they sat down on the couch together later that morning. Both of them had thoughts of what happened the previous evening, as well as the past eight months, swirling through their heads and were having trouble expressing them.

Finally, Killian reached over and took Emma’s hand. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to pick up where we left off, no matter how much I want to do that. I’ve been carrying around the…the pain of your false accusations and how easily you believed the worst of me for months now.”

“It wasn’t easy, Killian. It just seemed like indisputable evidence.”

“Your trust in me should have caused you to dispute it.”

“I know, but at the time, I was blindsided and I just…I guess I just wanted to protect my heart from being hurt again.”

“That’s understandable when you’ve been hurt like that, but I can’t pretend all of this isn’t going to leave some scars behind, too.” He watched her drop her head and nod sadly, before bringing his hand up to cup her cheek. “But I truly believe what I told Liam - love is worth it, and I love you so much, Emma.”

“I love you, too,” she murmured and he felt the wetness of a tear against his thumb.

“How about if we start slowly?”

She raised teary eyes to look at him. “What do you mean?”

“Will you go out with me tonight, Emma?”

A smile flitted across her face, chasing away some of the clouds settled there. “I would really like that, Killian.”

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Killian was afraid the date was going to be awkward, but he actually enjoyed getting a chance to take Emma out for what felt like the first time again. They went to a small diner on the outskirts of town, rather than opting for a large, noisy restaurant. Their conversation was easy and relaxed as they caught up with each other, and he took every opportunity to hold her hand or touch the bare skin of her arm.

He wasn’t sure what she expected, but he had already decided the evening wouldn’t end up in one of their bedrooms. Emma seemed to agree with his philosophy, when he said goodnight to her outside her apartment with a sweet, lingering kiss, and an invitation for a walk on a linear park path the following day.

The next three weeks saw them spending an increasing amount of time together and Killian found someone to fill in for some of his scheduled weekend gigs to concentrate on rebuilding his relationship with Emma. The raw edges of their emotions were being smoothed over and both of them began to feel like they were approaching the degree of comfort they had with each other before the breakup.

One Sunday afternoon, when they arrived at Emma’s door, Killian kissed her as usual, forcing himself to end it before they got too carried away. Unwilling to break all contact with her, he pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.

“Do you want to come in?” she murmured, slowly stroking her fingers along his jaw.

His eyes opened slowly and met hers. “I would love to.”

She gave him a bright smile, unlocked her apartment door and led him inside. He glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings, then followed her to the couch and sat down beside her.

He noticed she was fiddling with the chain of her necklace, a habit she had when she was nervous about something. “I, um…I have really…enjoyed our dates, Killian,” she said haltingly.

“I sense there’s a ‘but’ in there somewhere.”

She peeked up at him through her lashes, a small grin tugging at the corners of her mouth, which quickly disappeared. “But there are still some things I need to say to you…to clear the air between us.”

“I didn’t realize the air still needed to be cleared.”

Twisting the chain tightly around her finger, she said quietly, “I-I’m having trouble forgiving myself, because I’ve been thinking about everything that believing Neal’s lies cost us and I just….”

“Emma, I already told you…”

“No, listen to me, Killian. In the year-and-a-half we were together, you never gave me any reason to believe you were anything but dedicated to our relationship. You always put me first and believed in me and loved me; yet the minute someone told me you were with another woman, I believed him. I was a complete idiot and I’m so very, very sorry I hurt you.”

“Look at me, Love.” He waited until her tear-filled eyes met his. “I can’t pretend I wasn’t hurt and that I don’t regret the time we lost together, but I also know how hard it is for you to trust people because of your upbringing in the foster system, and of course, the situation with Walsh didn’t help. I imagine once you saw those pictures, the trust you had in me crumbled and you felt abandoned again. I just wish you would have given me a chance to explain, instead of cutting off all lines of communication.” He paused to brush the tears off her cheeks with his thumbs before continuing, “I believe all things happen for a reason, and even though this has been a painful chapter in our relationship, we’ll come out of it stronger than ever.”

“I don’t deserve you,” she said quietly.

He tenderly brushed her hair away from her face, tucking it behind both ears. “Aye, you may be right about that,” he smirked, hoping to lighten the mood.

She hiccuped a giggle, then allowed him to settle her against his chest. “Anyway, thank you for giving me a second chance. Believe me when I say I won’t make the same mistake again. I trust you completely, Killian.”

“Good.”

He held her close, brushing kisses over the crown of her head and humming under his breath.

“That’s the song you sang at the bar that night, isn’t it?” she asked. “The one you said you wrote for me?”

“Aye, it is.”

“No one has ever done anything like that for me before.”

“That’s because no one has ever loved you as much as I do.”

She leaned back to look up at him. “Will you sing it for me?”

“Right now?”

“Please?”

He leaned in to kiss her, then began to sing the song softly as she watched him with awe-filled eyes. When he finished, she sighed and pressed her lips against his. “Thank you, Killian. I love you and I promise to never crush your soul.”

*********

The next Friday, she once again invited him in after they returned from watching a movie. “Do you want something to drink?” she asked. “I have wine or rum.”

“Just water please. I already had a drink with dinner and I need to drive home later.” He saw a flicker of disappointment pass over her eyes before she left the room to retrieve their drinks from the kitchen.

When they were seated together on the sofa, she took a sip of her water, then twisted the cap on and off several times. He waited for her, knowing she had something on her mind. “How long do you think it will take, Killian?”

“How long for what, Love?” he asked, although he was pretty sure he knew.

“Until we’re ready to move forward again, to where we were before all this happened.”

He set his bottle of water on the floor beside the couch and turned to face her, bringing his hand up to caress her cheek. “Every minute we spend together pushes the pain further away. I don’t know about you, but I feel like my heart is well on its way to healing. This isn’t just my decision though, Love; you were hurt, too. What are your thoughts on the matter?”

She shifted her body to close the space between them on the couch and molded herself to him, sliding her arms around his torso and situating her legs across his lap. “I’m ready to put this whole thing behind us, Killian. I know we said we needed time for our hearts to heal, but I think intimacy is part of that healing process. My body has craved your touch and more times than I care to admit, I wake up aching to feel you inside me. I’ve missed every part of you.”

That was all the invitation he needed to crush his lips to hers. The kisses they shared up until that night had been sweet, but tentative, apologetic and reassuring. This one was full of the fiery passion that was always characteristic of their love for one another.

“Should we move this to the bedroom?” he mumbled against her throat.

“Y-yes,” she managed to utter through the haze of pleasure he was eliciting.

He started to rise from the sofa and she clung to him, wrapping her legs around him and peppering kisses over every bit of skin she could reach.

He stumbled into her bedroom, nearly tripping over the pile of clothes laying in the middle of the floor. “I see you haven’t changed, Swan,” he chuckled.

“Eh, they may get put away someday.”

He laughed and picked his way across the room to drop her, giggling, onto her mattress. They stretched out beside each other on the bed and looked into each other’s eyes, before they resumed exploring with their lips.

Roaming hands groped for skin under their clothing, which soon found its way to the floor. Fingers, lips, tongues and teeth set to work reacquainting themselves with the body of their love, and the sounds of encouraging moans and murmurs soon filled the room.

“Gods, I missed you, Emma,” Killian gasped hotly into her ear.

“I missed you too,” she panted between open-mouthed kisses she was placing across his collarbones.

“I missed kissing you,” he continued, ducking his head to capture her lips. “I missed your deep moans when I run my tongue along your throat,” he added, before doing just that. He began caressing and kissing his way down her body, pausing frequently to tell her more. “I missed your perfect breasts…your soft skin under my fingers…your responsiveness…your wet heat…the smell of your arousal…” By this time, his head was between her legs as his hands pressed her knees down to the mattress. “I missed your taste on my tongue and the way you grab my hair to pull me in closer.” He pushed a finger into her, causing her to buck against him. “I missed this sweet cunt and the way you close your eyes and bite your lip when you’re getting close to the edge.”

He worked a second finger into her and curled them just the way he knew would set her off, then ground down on her bundle of nerves with the heel of his hand. Her grip became painful on his hair as her legs shook and clamped around him, finding her release. “Killiannnn…” she whimpered.

He slid back up her body, retracing the path his lips had taken earlier.

“I missed the way you say my name when you climax and the way you…oh, gods…” She rendered him speechless as she found his cock and began stroking it, her hand sliding up and down while using her other hand to grab his ass, coaxing him to move back over her.

“I…I missed you, too. So much! P-please Killian, I need you!”

He nestled between her hips and looked down at her, wantonly reaching for him as she squirmed on the bed, her eyes half-closed and her lip caught between her teeth. Leaning down, he brushed a kiss to her throat, dipping his tongue into the hollow of it, before adjusting his body to align himself with her. “I love you, Emma,” he declared, then pushed inside her throbbing heat.

She wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles at the small of his back and opening herself up to him even more. He stilled within her and gulped in some breaths, trying to fend off the orgasm he could already feel building. When he felt like he could move without coming prematurely, he dropped to his elbows and began languidly gliding in and out of her. She was so aroused that there was no friction as he moved, only pure, sensual pleasure.

“Mmmm…feels so good! Go f-faster, Killian! Harder…and faster!” she urged.

“Your heart’s desire, Swan,” he grinned, then began thrusting into her with more intensity.

Their bodies responded to being apart for far too long, and soon they were climbing to the apex together, their gasps and moans spurring each other on. When she shuddered to her second climax, digging her nails into his back and biting down on his shoulder, the sensations she created ended him. He pressed his hips to her tightly and poured his release into her, breathing his love for her into her ear.

He wrapped a leg around her and rolled them over, until she rested on top of him, completely sated and boneless.

Neither spoke as they lay together, but after several minutes, Killian heard Emma sniffle and felt the wetness of her tears against his skin. “Swan? Are you alright?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Yes, I just…I’ve missed you…missed this. Every time with you is perfect, like we were made for each other.”

“I truly think that we were, but why does that make you cry, Sweetheart?”

“Because it finally feels like I’m back where I belong.”

“They’re tears of happiness, then?”

“Mmhmm.”

“That’s good and you’re right - this is exactly where you belong, in my arms and right next to my heart.”

“Stay with me tonight?” she implored.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

*********

Over the following months, they continued to rebuild their relationship and slowly came to realize that it was even stronger than it had been before. They were more open with each other, making sure to discuss anything that concerned them, and sharing their thoughts and feelings.

When Neal tried to contact Emma several weeks after she found out the truth, she took the call to let him know in no uncertain terms what she thought of him, then ended it and promptly blocked his number.

A few months after the confrontation at the bar, they heard a rumor that he had run into some severe financial problems. After his mother paid off his debts, the two of them moved to the west coast, leaving Emma and Killian to breathe a sigh of relief that they wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally running into him.

Six months after getting back together, they went on a vacation to a small beach house one of Emma’s college friends owned. After a full week of spending every second of every day together, Killian asked Emma to move in with him once they returned home. He knew they wouldn’t be able to stand even one night apart any longer.

They settled into life together very easily, with Killian playfully nagging his girlfriend about her messy habits and Emma teasing him about hanging his clothes in the closet, sorted by color. Neither of them had ever been happier. The months of separation and pain were pushed to the far corners of their minds, crowded out by all the wonderful memories they made together since then.

Life was good.

*********

“Do you want to take all of this music with you?” Emma called, straightening the stack of sheet music scattered over the desk in their spare bedroom.

“Sure, just stick it in the folder and throw it in my guitar case,” Killian answered from the bedroom, where he was changing clothes for his gig that night. His talent and reputation were becoming well known throughout the area, and he was in demand at places much nicer than the bars where he got his start.

“You really should be more organized, Babe.”

“Creativity is messy, Swan.”

His reply made her smile as she sorted through the pile, trying to make sure the pages for each song were together. One that was a handwritten draft caught her attention. As she began reading the lyrics, she realized it was ‘her’ song. Pushing a few papers aside, she found the first page and her heart skipped a beat when she read the title. He always called it the song for the love of his life, but now she saw he had entitled it Love Song for a Broken Heart.

Just then, he stepped into the room tugging a dark blue henley over his head, and saw her holding the sheet in her hand with an indecipherable look on her face. “What’s that you have there, Swan?” She held it up to show him and his eyes softened. “I guess I should rename it now, yeah?”

She hesitated. “No. You wrote it when your heart was broken, but it led to us getting back together and helped heal both of our hearts. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a very fitting title.”

He bent to kiss her, lingering against her lips for several moments. “Killian?” she whispered as soon as their lips parted a hair’s width.

“Mmm?” he hummed.

“Will you write another song for me sometime?”

“Your heart’s desire, Love.”

*********

Fourteen months later at their wedding reception, Emma was beginning to wonder where Killian had wandered off to, when suddenly she heard his voice coming through the microphone and looked up to see him onstage in front of their hired band, with guitar in hand.

“I’d like to sing a song I wrote, and dedicate it to my beautiful bride, who inspires me every day. It’s called Healer of My Heart.”

Emma couldn’t stop the tears of happiness pouring down her cheeks as she listened to the heartfelt lyrics written just for her, by her new husband.

Their relationship was never a pre-destined love story, guaranteed a happy ending, but they had fought for their love…

And they won.

*********

I know some of you were calling for Neal & Milah’s heads on a platter, but I wanted to concentrate on Emma and Killian in this conclusion. Thank you for reading, liking, reblogging & commenting!

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netheritenugget · 3 years

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/rp OK so I think something we're missing in the whole "Wilbur is manipulating Tommy" arguments that are happening, is the fact that Wilbur deliberately tried starting beef with Quackity by building penises doing whatever the heck he was doing right next to Las Nevadas at the same time. And I think that's extremely integral to his plan to regain Tommy's friendship with him.

The closest Wilbur and Tommy ever were was during the war for Independence, when Tommy trusted him with his life, sought after his guidance and approval and his love. Tommy was his right hand. Tommy was also the only person (in Wilbur's eyes, important distinction here!) who stuck by him the whole time in Pogtopia, and believed that he was still capable of good, something else that nobody of the OG L'Manberg crew really did. When Wilbur came back, I think he expected a lot of things to have changed, but Tommy wasn't one of them. Wilbur came back to life to find a very different Tommy. He's still a goofy child on the surface but he's more cautious, and willing to make his own decisions about what he does with his life without Wilbur, and what's worse (to Wilbur, this is actually better for Tommy) is that he's accepted that Wilbur is to blame for a lot of problems in his life. This new Tommy has realized that Wilbur's mental instability is a reason to establish boundaries between them, and not trust Wilbur completely. When Wilbur says "jump", the answer isn't "how high to get your approval?" anymore, it's "why?" And Wilbur wants that trust Tommy had in him back. Because without Tommy he's alone.

Wilbur chose Las Nevadas to bother specifically because A) he knows casinos are bad, B) he's a rebel at heart and doesn't like authority, C) he still hasn't forgiven Quackity for running against him in the elections, and D) Wilbur realized that Quackity "agrees with the old (him)" and that that is a very dangerous, evil, and unstable mindset. And most of those reasons to dislike Las Nevadas are fairly rational by themselves... Up until Wilbur decides that the best next course of action is to build paradise right next door to said evil casino.

Roping Tommy into his beef with Quackity though, is strategic. If Wilbur can create a home worth defending, a nation worth protecting, Tommy will be there for him. Tommy will come back. Tommy will forgive him. And if he can frame Quackity's evil casino as a big enough threat, Tommy's sense of justice will push him to pick the right side, and they can fight it, together! Which is is why Wilbur is trying so hard to convince Tommy that Las Nevadas is a den of sin. Which it is, Quackity admitted it himself, but he never said that to Tommy or Wilbur, and they went inside and weren't scammed like Connor.*

Wilbur isn't just trying to get Tommy to trust him again, he's trying to do it by re-creating the circumstances in which L'Manberg was formed.

I'm afraid. Very, very afraid.

*OK so I know Tommy lost his shovel Linda in the machine, which is actually a very cool way of showing the audience why Quackity's casino is so dangerous. Tommy bet something important and lost it.

But the reason I'd call it a blooper is partly because Quackity gave them money to test the machine with like he did with Charlie. He didn't intend for them to lose anything that day and seemed fine letting them keep their winnings. If it wouldn't have interrupted the flow of the story I think smp!Quackity would have tried going into the machine to get it back. Again, Tommy had a diamond to play with that Quackity gave him, he just decided to keep his and put the shovel in instead.

The main reason I'd call it a blooper though, is because putting a shovel into a redstone machine that relies on a series of delicate item filters like that is a recipe for disaster. It's like, say, shoving a baked potato into the inner workings of an Amazon Server. cc!Tommy and cc!Quackity don't know redstone, cc!Sam was the one who built it, so Quackity didn't know enough to stop Tommy from doing that. I can imagine cc!Sam losing his mind during the stream, moaning about how much work he just caused him.

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader enemies to lovers!

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You weren’t his girlfriend.

He knew you weren’t his girlfriend. In fact, it was entirely his fault that you weren’t his girlfriend.

And yet, he saw you leaning towards Bucky every time he closed his eyes.

He had no right to get mad about what you did with Bucky. He knew he had broken up with you, and that meant you could do whatever you wanted. But no matter how many times he told himself that, he still felt a searing hot jealousy when he thought of it.

Despite his jealousy about the Bucky situation, Peter was still determined to get you back. He knew he messed up by breaking up with you, and now he had to fix things.

When he saw you on Monday morning at your locker, he put his plan in getting you back into motion.

“Hey.” Peter greeted you with a shy smile. You stayed silent, which is what he feared would happen.

“Are you still giving me the silent treatment?” Peter asked you.

“Are you still giving me the silent treatment.” You mimicked his voice while moving your hand like a puppet.

“Okay. That’s good.” Peter nodded. “We’re making progress.”

You glared at him before shutting your locker and walked away.

“Y/n.” Peter whined and followed you. “Don’t walk away.”

He was able to catch up to you before you went into your next class. He didn’t want to touch you, so he stood in front of you to stop you.

“You know you’re gonna have to talk to me at some point, right?” He asked. “Our lockers are right next to each other and we have multiple classes together. And summer is coming. These next few weeks are the last we’ll have together. Don’t you want to hug me once you cross the stage at graduation? Or do you want to spend these next few weeks pretending the longest relationship you ever had never happened?”

You stayed silent, knowing Peter was right. You didn��t want to leave for college knowing the two of you were enemies again.

“Please.” Peter said quietly. “You can’t just act like I’m not here.”

You looked at him for a long time, sparking hope inside him that you were going to forgive him. Finally, you cracked a smile and shook your head at him.

“Watch me.” You said before bumping his shoulder to move past him. Peter felt his heart break all over again as your footsteps sounded further and further away.

The next morning, Peter was back at it again with trying to talk to you. He saw you at your locker and immediately went to his.

“Good morning.” Peter smiled at you, but got no answer.

“Please, Y/n. It’s been weeks.” He frowned. “And I’m not particularly thrilled with you right now either but we need to talk.”

You wondered why he was mad at you, but you didn’t say anything.

“I fucked up.” He admitted. “I shouldn’t have broken up with you like that.”

You shut your locker and looked at him for a moment. He fought the urge to take your books from you the way he used to and act like everything was fine.

“You know how I said you’re right about once a month?” You asked him, reminding Peter of when you were first trying out the relationship.

“Yeah?” He said hopefully.

“You just hit your quota for the month.” You patted his chest and walked away from him. Peter let out a huff and walked to his first class, which of course, he had with you.

“Good morning, class.” The teacher greeted as you took your seats. “Since summer is coming, I’ve decided to give you a final project instead of a final. I’ll be picking your partners again.”

Your heart stopped for a moment when you heard the announcement. The first time she assigned partners, you ended up with a boyfriend. You could only imagine what would happen this time. Peter shifted in his seat behind you, telling you he was thinking the exact same thing.

Your teacher began to list off the partners and your anxiety built every time your name wasn’t called. The number of available students that weren’t Peter was getting lower and lower.

“Ned, Eugene, you’ll be working together.” She read off her list. You shut your eyes and prayed that you and Peter wouldn’t be matched.

“Oh no.” Ned gulped and looked at Flash.

“Oh yes.” Flash winked at Ned.

“Peter, Y/n, you’ll be working together again.” Your teacher read, knocking the wind right out of you. Peter smiled a little, happy that he’d have an excuse to talk to you.

You, on the other hand, were less than pleased. Your hand immediately shot up and you spoke before being called on.

“Can I please have a different partner?” You asked. Peter let out a sigh and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. The class, who had just gotten used to the fact that you and Peter were a couple, looked at each other in confusion.

“Why?” The teacher asked. “I thought you two had worked out your differences?”

“I thought so too.” You said sweetly. “But since my current partner has proven to be unreliable and a major A-hole, I don’t think I can trust him.”

Peter’s jaw dropped, feeling that dormant feeling of competition with you returning. If you were going to act like that, he was too.

“I also want a new partner,” Peter said as he raised his hand. “Apparently my current partner ran around to others partners when our project ended.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You asked as you whipped around in your seat.

“Y/n. Language.” The teacher reprimanded you.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized. “I just don’t think this partner is right for me. I’d rather be on my own.”

Peter let out a humorless laugh when you used the very words he said to break up with you.

“Right. Like you were on your own in the kitchen the other night?” He shot back.

“What?” You whipped around again. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Peter hissed.

“No, dingus, I don’t.” You taunted. “That’s why I’m asking.”

“I’m talking about you filling yourself up with fossil fuel the second we break up”. Peter snapped.

“Fossil fuel?” You asked. Your eyes widened when you realized he meant Bucky. “Oh my God. You watched the security tapes? Are you stalking me?”

“I wouldn’t have to if you were mature enough to answer my calls.” Peter shot back.

“If you two are so inclined to have this conversation, you can continue it outside of my class.” The teacher cut in. You suddenly remembered that you were in class and had an audience watching your fight.

“Fine. I’ll leave.” Peter said as he picked up his backpack.

“Yeah.” You laughed. “He’s good at that.”

“You’re both leaving.” The teacher said. “Now.”

You grabbed your backpack and marched out of the classroom with Peter close behind him. You never turned to look at him, but you could hear his heavy footsteps behind you.

“We need to talk.” Peter called after you.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You grumbled.

“Then how are we supposed to work together?” Peter asked, stopping in his tracks. You stopped too and whipped around to see him.

“We’ll do it on Einstein’s photoelectric effect model.” You stated. “You can do the research and I’ll write the paper. We won’t have to see each other anymore than we have to.”

“But I want to see you.” Peter said quietly.

“Oh, you do?” You folded your arms. “Is that why you broke up with me?”

“I didn’t think it would be like this.” Peter sighed. “I knew you’d be mad, but you’re acting like I don’t even exist. I know I broke your heart, and I’m really sorry about that, but we have a lot of history, Y/n. You can’t just pretend I’m not here.”

“Yes, I can.” You shrugged. “It’s easier when you don’t talk to me, though.”

Peter folded his arms as well, staring at you with fuming anger as he thought of what to say. To him, you were being unreasonably and immature. He knew you were upset, but he couldn’t fix things if you didn’t give him a chance to.

“Did you sleep with Bucky?” He blurted. It wasn’t the way he wanted to ask you, but he was at a loss for any other words.

“Oh my God.” You groaned and started walking again. “We are absolutely not having this conversation.”

“Could you please stop walking away?” Peter’s asked as he followed you. “I’m trying to talk to you.”

“I don’t care.” You said as you sped up. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Y/n.” Peter whined and began to jog to catch up. “Since when did you walk this fast?”

“Fuck off, Peter.” You called back.

“Let me talk to you.” He ran and stood in front of you again. “What were you doing with Bucky?”

“None of your business. You’re not my boyfriend, remember?” You raised your voice. “You forfeited any right to have an opinion on my life when you broke up with me and couldn’t be bothered to give me a reason why. Do you honestly think you’re allowed to be mad about Bucky? Because you’re not. I moved on, Peter. You should too.”

You tried to move past him but he blocked you.

“But with him?” He asked sadly. “You knew I was insecure about him.”

“And you knew I needed communication in a relationship.” You shot back. “And yet, we ended up on completely different pages. I don’t like being caught off guard, Peter. You knew you were gonna break up with me at lunch, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I did.” He admitted.

“That’s what I thought.” You nodded. “But instead of talking to me then, you lied to me and told me everything was fine. You’re such a dick. I can’t believe I ever loved you.”

Your words cut into Peter like a dagger. He physically stumbled back from you as your words sunk in. His eyes fell to the ground and for a moment, you felt guilty. You almost reached out and pulled him into a hug, craving his touch after three weeks without it. Instead, you shifted your backpack on your shoulder as you fought the urge to forgive him.

“Email me your research by next week.” You said before you thought it through. “And do me a favor?”

“Yeah. Anything.” Peter nodded hopefully.

“Don’t talk to me.” You smiled tightly. “Thanks.”

You turned and walked away from Peter, tears falling from your eyes the second he couldn’t see you anymore.

When his efforts to talk to you in school failed, Peter went to plan b. He went to your house right after school and knocked on your door, impatiently waiting for you to open up. Soon enough, he heard the door click and was met with your unimpressed gaze.

“Oh my God.” You groaned when you saw who it was. “You can’t just show up here.”

“And you can’t open the door if you didn’t look through the peephole first.” Peter shrugged. “What if I had a gun?”

“Do you?” You asked sarcastically.

“No.” He answered. “But you wouldn’t know that because you didn’t look through the-“

“What do you want?” You cut him off. Peter shut his mouth and let out a sigh. He knew you won’t any excuses, so he got right to it.

“I was lying.”

“Oh, great.” You smiled sarcastically and tried to close your door.

“I never fell out of love.” He continued as he held your door open. “My feelings never changed. I love you just as much now as I always have. I promise.”

You took your hand off your door when you heard this. This information changed everything for you but left you even more confused than before.

“Then why did you break up with me?” You asked quietly.

“I couldn’t sleep the night you came to my apartment after that man attacked you.” Peter began. “Or the night before. I couldn’t stop thinking that being with me meant you’d never be safe again. I broke up with you to prevent people going after you for being my girlfriend.”

“That’s ridiculous.” You scoffed. “I can protect myself.”

“That’s exactly what Ned said you would say.” Peter realized.

“So you talked to Ned about it and still broke up with me?”

“I wasn’t thinking straight.” Peter shook his head. “I just needed to know you were safe.”

“Well, I think that’s stupid.” You said simply. “And slightly narcissistic to think people care about Spiderman enough to go after his girlfriend. It’s not like you’re Iron Man or anything.”

“Are you kidding me? How is that-“ Peter cut himself off when he noticed the slight smile on your face.

“You’re teasing me.” He realized.

“Sorry.” You said unapologetically. “Habit.”

“It’s okay. I deserved that.”

You nodded in agreement and pursed your lips. Peter knew you well enough to know when you were trying to come to terms with something. He could only hope the fact that you hadn’t shut the door yet meant he was forgiven.

“Whats wrong?” He asked you.

“I’m angry that you broke up with me and lied about why.” You told him.

“I know.”

“But I’m less angry because I would have done the exact same thing.” You continued, making Peter lit up with newfound hope.

“You would have?” He asked as his lips twitched into a smile.

“You’re Spiderman. And I love that. But I love Peter Parker more.” You told him. “And if the roles were reversed, I would’ve done everything in my power to keep you safe. I’d probably do something more than what you did, but that’s just because I’m a better person than you.”

Peter laughed at your joke, missing your dry sense of humor after three weeks of silence.

“You’re not that good of a person. You fucked my coworker.” He reminded you.

“I tried to fuck your coworker.” You corrected. “But I failed so I’m basically a saint.”

“You failed?” Peter lit up. “You didn’t sleep with Bucky?”

“No.” You admitted. “He turned me down.”

Peter’s cheeks puffed up at his tried his hardest to fight a smile.

“Don’t laugh.” You pointed a finger at him.

“I’m sorry.” He burst into laughter. “But you were rejected by a terrorist. That’s so embarrassing.”

“Shut up.” You smacked his arm. “He didn’t reject me. He was being a gentleman.”

“He’s also a hundred years old, you grandpa fucker.” Peter mumbled.

“Leave me alone.” You whined. “I’m still mad at you.”

“I know.” Peter’s laughter died down. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how I was really feeling. I should’ve communicated better. I know how important that is to you.”

“And I’m sorry I told my friends you had a micropenis.” You mumbled.

“That’s okay.” He nodded. “I deserved that.”

“And that I had to fake it every time.” You continued.

“Okay.” He liked that one a little less.

“And that you’re on steroids.” You mumbled.

“You’re pushing it.”

“Sorry.” You chuckled, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

“I’m sorry too. And I meant everything I said. I never stopped loving you.” Peter told you. “Did you stop loving me?”

“I tried to.” You admitted. “But even when I hated you, I always loved you more.”

“So are we okay?” Peter hoped. Your smile dropped suddenly, and Peter’s heart went with it.

“No, Peter.” You said quietly. “I don��t think we are.”

“Why not?”

“How do I know this isn’t gonna happen again? It’s a valid concern, to think that people will go after me because of you.” You told him. “How do I know you won’t break up with me every time you think I’m in danger?

“I won’t do that.” Peter promised you.

“You just did.” You reminded him. “What makes you think you won’t do it again?”

Peter grimaced, knowing his answer was not what you were looking to hear.

“I hate to say this, but I don’t know.” He confessed. “I just think I won’t.”

“Well I don’t know if I can be in a relationship with someone who “just thinks” he won’t break up with me.” You said as you folded your arms.

“I think you should.” Peter pouted. “I think it would be fun.”

“Or how about this? Maybe I agree with you.” You shrugged. “Maybe I don’t want to date you anymore because I don’t want to be in danger.”

“What?” Peter sputtered. “Since when do you ever agree with me?”

“Since now.” You decided.

“Then we’ll make a compromise.” Peter suggested. “We just won’t be seen together while I’m in the suit. And I’ll get Mr. Stark to make you some travel sizes weapons so you can protect yourself. And he can put a tracker on you like he has a tracker on me. And we can figure out-“

“Hm.” You cut Peter off and took your time looking him up and down.

“What’s wrong?” He panicked. “Is that not enough?”

“I’ve just decided that I don’t like you anymore.” You said simply. Peter let out a sigh of relief when he realized you were joking.

“Don’t even start.” He warned.

“I can’t be with you.” You shrugged. “I’ve fallen in love with Bucky. Its the criminal record. I just can’t help myself.”

“Yes you can”. Peter insisted.

“No. His thunder thighs are calling me.” You tried to shut the door again. “I can hear them now.”

You stepped back into your apartment, and Peter took a step in. He cupped your face in his hands and spun you around, pinning you against your front door.

“If you want to get rid of me, you’re gonna have to try harder than that.” He mumbled as he brushed your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Well I do love a challenge.” You smiled under his thumb. “I bet I could-“

Peter didn’t let you finish as he pressed his body into yours and shut you up with a kiss.

“You talk too much.” He mumbled against your lips before going in for another kiss. You gripped the lapels of his flannel to pull him closer, but pushed him away suddenly with your eyebrows furrowed.

“Fuck.” You exclaimed with an angry huff.

“What’s wrong?” Peter worried as he took his hands off of you.

“I just remembered we have another fucking project to do.” You grumbled.

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?” He laughed in disbelief. “Our school project?”

“You’re laughing because you weren’t the one who did most of the work last time.” You pointed out.

“Can you please stop talking so I can kiss you?” Peter whined. “We can worry about that later.”

“But we have to at least start-“ Your sentence was once again cut off by Peter’s lips, and this time, you were glad he shut you up. You were finally back together and you had deeply missed his touch.

The project could wait.

THE END

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