#literally the second they get back to camp after bonding they start messing with the others
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Twilight and Legends relationship
...I love it
**in this post there's a lot of stuff I didn't notice before. I'm gonna resist the urge to write an essay on each point, and attempt to leave most of it up to the reader's interpretation**
Ok ok there's a ton of stuff here, starting with early character scenes
They're like the rest of the chain: They fight together and talk. Legend is close to Hyrule, and Twilight to Wild and Time.
We see some things Twilight and Legend have in common. One is their dislike of Hyrule knights, and-
As seen in the Gerudo clothes scene, both Twi and Leg like to mess around with pranks and have a lot of snark... wonder what would happen if they worked together
But there's something really important about how Twilight views Legend:
I wasn't aware this was before looking closely at their interactions but... Twilight didn't originally like Legend. This is shown a lot later on- in his facial expressions and words towards Legend. But from the start he didn't like him much, and here's why:
From the start, Jojo says this- Twilight judges Legend's actions as too harsh since his mannerisms come across as picking on someone. (Also Sky you are so so pure and cute 10/10 most huggable Link)
Legend is abrasive because he's had so many adventures- he's hardened to the point of being sharp. But it's wonderful that that character can still be so loved- his heart is good (hero duh)
Twilight has always been a big brother. It makes him well loved (rightly so). Jojo says he knows people can change- for good or bad. But because of his past Twilight doesn't like people picking on others "not even a little". It's complicated- we see it affect Twilight's attitude towards Legend a lot.
Anywho moving on to the plot
Wolfie, Aka twilight
Dark mirror stuff happens, and Legend finds out Twi's Wolfie- as we all know. But he can't just. Acknowledge it of course. He's gotta probe and tease, asking pointed questions (snark snark snark)
And in his attempts to be certain about the Wolf stuff, we were blessed with:
Bunny Legend
Welp. That investigation did not go as planned.
Animal forms:
Bunnies are soft, but Legends actions are not. He is guarded and sharp yet his form shows how sweet his true heart is
Wolves will love/protect their family yet are fierce, they have fangs and will fight. The root of who Twilight is is his kindness and family
Also (sarcastic) good job to Four and Wild for being SO SUBTLE with their emotions when Legend's asking questions hinting he knows Twi's secret
Legend: asking questions about the secret shhh
Four and Wild: Are having a freaking heart attack about it
Twilight: starts ranting about goats
...
Once Twilight gets over the shock of Legend like. Absorbing his crystal. He... well, looking at the harshness in his face and words, this is where Legend's attitude and his past with Colin being bullied biased him against Legend.
Look at his face in each panel through the progression- Twilight is more and more confused thinking legend is not who he thought he was...
And Twilight certainly sympathizes/relates to being hurt by losing someone he loved (in whatever form the relationship took)
And WHY is it always girlfriend trauma with these boys of COURSE it's girlfriend trauma that brings them together NOT SHARING A SPIRIT AND LOVE OF SWINGING GLORIFIED METAL NO THEY HAVE TO BOND OVER RELATIONSHIPS GONE WRONG
Twilight then thinks well that's a good reason to be pretty changed because from the start Jojo said he'll always understand people changing...
So they go, and make legend human again (with pink hair) and Legend is... surprised. And grateful...
Another few defining moments:
Legend's dialogue thanking him is the real start of them connecting like in Leg's original character description "the most reliable, you want him on your team"
And again Twi's face, Twilight is looking at Leg differently throughout this- contemplating to be honest. Considering...
And remember when I said these two both like to prank? Well the second they have a shared experience and get back to camp they immediately team up and start barraging Warriors with snark
Heaven help the chain when these two are on the same side
Legend has never been close to people outside of the few he's accepted as his (love him and hyrule's bond). After this? Twilight's one of his people. There's much more expression of caring and closeness towards Twilight- something we don't see with many.
And then, well, Twilight nearly dies. And Legend, he cares
Bunny boys puppy dog eyes are gonna kill me someday
Twilights pretty injured, he really doesn't see/remember all these moments showing how much Legend wants to help
And then we have this moment
this moment
Matters so so much
Look at Twi's face. Look at his surprise, realization, and acceptance- this is when he realizes- when he sees how much Legend cares for him
Twi woke from his deathbed for his family
and then in the next few updates it's really cute- he just is barely recovering and legend is just... beside him. Staying by his side
Animal forms later development:
Legend's bunny form is soft- but he is still not totally soft. Looking at Legends actions and facial expressions towards the others, while he's definitely closer to Twi now, he's still the snarky boy we know and love.
Twilight's Wolf form is loyal and loves family: Once he knows legends heart? Full on pack love.
And WHY were they so very intent on petting each other
Legend: I'm gonna go try and pet the wolf since I think he's my dude yes good plan
Twilight: I KNOW THIS IS WEIRD BUT IVE NEVER PET A RABBIT BEFORE LET ME TOUCH YOU
...
Here's a few random parallels of them to chew on because I love parallels (them snarky snarking each other, then some brother love parallels)
The thing with these two is their character bonding and whatever is not all sweet and lovey like some of the others. They have some REALLY sweet caring moments with each other. But snark plus snark equals double snark, meaning them together is the weirdest mix of kindness and teasing you've ever seen
And although at the beginning they were pretty harsh towards each other, it makes their getting closer and learning their similarities all the better.
#lots of food for thought#I was surprised to notice Jojos words and Twi's expressions showing he didn't like Legend at first#maybe the progression is the best part#they are so close and care so much#but the pranking???#literally the second they get back to camp after bonding they start messing with the others#the snarkiest boys what mischief will they commit#they're terrifying together#if legend hyrule and wild are the terror trio maybe these two are the terror duo#maybe legend being friends with anyone is just terrifying#loz#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu#lu twilight#Lu legend#I love them so much#now onward! to homework!#ugh college
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Social Butterfly | Antisocial Moth (Keegan Russ x GN! Reader)
TW: A little bit of swearing? Total imposter syndrome for the social butterfly bits as the authors personality aligns closer to Keegan's. Creative liberties taken in backstories as there's next to nothing from the games.
Blog HQ
What do laws of physics and horoscopes have in common? Both say opposites attract.
Which may be the reason why you're sitting at lunch in the mess hall, chatting with the 3rd person that approached your table while your boyfriend sat silently beside you. In the span of 30 minutes.
"No way, of course did." You smiled, laughing at Harper's story about her middle child -- Noah who has been desperately trying to keep up with a girl he likes during gym class. Because if we run together af the same speed, then I get to talk to her more.
"He's gotten better, told me he shaved 5 seconds off his total time last week" the two of you chuckled. Your food barely touched, despite your boyfriend being almost done his. "Oh anyway, I should get going and let you eat. See you, bye Keegan!" He gave a short nod and awkward smile, as you bid your colleague goodbye.
"Oh my gosh, I love her. Her kids are so cute" you smiled over to the quiet man beside you. Like with your past 2 interactions at this lunch alone, Keegan was provided with context and background on all of them. Such as:
Parker - who recently got a new dog named Ranger. 6 month old Husky who argues with him on the daily. The dog is so cute babe, can we get one? Our dog and his dog could be best friends! Then Logan can bring Riley over for a playdate and all the dogs would be so happy. Please!
Then Finn - his girlfriend, Raven (your favourite mechanic on base who he will HAVE to meet) just got home from visiting her friends from back home. He really wants to propose but isn't quite sure if this is a good time for them. I think he should do it because they are literally soulmates.
Did he really care about any of this information? Not overly. Keegan was your opposite. Preferring a smaller, tighter knit social circle than knowing everyone on base. Even if that meant you teasing him about his social circle consisting of his team, even then he didn't know a whole lot of details about them.
"I know plenty about them" He argued one night while getting ready for bed.
"Yeah? Like what?" You challenged, leaning back on the bed, watching your boyfriend roll his eyes. He was the antisocial moth to your social butterfly.
"Uh Merrick started in the seals before he was a Ghost. Knew me since I was 18, so he's pretty much my family. Loves cats, camping and his kids" You raised an eyebrow, internally adding that his wife was the best baker you've met, and that his son played hockey for many years while his daughter played soccer.
"Ajax is the most stubborn, kindest asshole I've had the pleasure of working with. Extremely smart, one of the best mentors and friends I've had" His in-laws also own the local bar downtown and donate meals to the local homeless shelters every week. His partner plans on taking over the buisness one day to continue the good deeds.
"Uh Elias knows his stuff. I couldn't ask for a better commander. Been through hell and back but continues putting the team first, he's also the one who recruited me onto the team". He also lost his wife 8 years after his youngest was born and has been balancing his life between raising 2 sons and commanding a team. He feels bad every so often feeling like he didn't give them a proper childhood, or forcing David to grow up a little too fast to take care of his brother. Even though he loves the bond the two have formed. He is the dad friend of every social circle.
"Logan is good, young and full of potential. Doesn't say much, but knows what he wants out of life and is working his ass off toward getting it. Picks up on things extremely quick, has your back at all times, loves Riley and any other animal he comes across. A bit on the quiet side but that's not a bad thing" You laughed softly, realizing every single description Keegan has given you so far is 95% work related; so continuing in the current format. You bit your lip, in an attempt not to add that Logan was a very sweet kid, of minimal words as your boyfriend pointed out, sure. But he told you once that he hoped to make his family proud with what he was doing. Then got extremely red the day you and his brother told him just how proud everyone is of him.
"What's so funny over there, chuckles?" Keegan smiled at you, walking over to join you in the bed. Opting to lay between your thighs with his head on your stomach. Fingers automatically going to his hair, you felt him relax into your touch.
"I think it's funny that everything was work related. They do lead lives off base, like you and me" you felt him shrug silently. "You forgot about Hesh and Kick". Not bothering to move, he continued.
"Everyone in California knows Hesh's life story, and Kick is just a smartass". He had you there. "And not everyone is as open and talkative as you hun."
--
"Hey, it's been so long I've seen you. How have you been?" Another competitor entered the ring that was your shared table.
"It's been tiring, honestly. Coming back to work from extended leave has killed our motivation" hand finding Keegan's under the table, you were immediately engulfed in conversation with another face he didn't recognize. Lunch forgotten as your interest in the subject grew.
It was when Hesh Walker (the only person on base who held a candle to your social attitude) joined that Keegan decided he was done with lunch. Squeezing your hand 3 times under the table (a silent "I love you") he got up.
"See you guys" he responded to the 3 voices bidding him goodbye, as he went to drop his tray off before leaving.
"Tell me, how is it that the quietest soldier ended up dating the one of the loudest ones?" He heard Kick ask from behind him, walking alongside Elias and Merrick. "Your person could talk to a brick wall and become best friends with it in under 5 minutes". Keegan shrugged, falling in step with the group.
"They bring out the best side of our dear old Keegan though" Merrick clapped him on the shoulder with a mischievous grin. He found it rather comical watching you and Keegan out in a social atmosphere.
You working the room, chatting with anyone and everyone. Remembering random details about most people you've talked to. Him quietly watching you from across the room, or by your side nodding along to conversation. Things none of the senior team would've expected from their sniper 3 years ago, before he met you.
"Yeah. They're pretty great" Keegan smiled, allowing himself to fade into the background and listen to the conversation in front of him turn to whatever sports game the guys watched last night.
Your personalities may be day and night from one another, but he wouldn't give it up for th-
"Keeg! We aren't done talking about the dog we're going to adopt" he heard you yell from somewhere behind him. Causing him to freeze in place as the men in front of him began laughing. Feeling his face burn, knowing all passing eyes were now on either him or his ball of energy jogging up behind him.
But what can he say, opposites clearly attract.
Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @ai-luni
#call of duty ghosts#logan walker#david hesh walker#keegan p russ#cod logan#keegan russ x reader#cod keegan
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Water Fights with the OM Bros
it’s 90 degrees outside at my place and you know what that means!!! water fight headcanons because I refuse to go outside in the heat in real life asdhgskjdgks
once again i’m only doing the brothers bc i do not trust myself with the dateables just yet lmao
Lucifer:
Literally only agrees to join because you’re so excited about it.
“...If it makes you happy, MC,” are his exact words. Simp.
You did agree to make the game have no points though, to keep things from getting competitive. Both at the advice of Lucifer and because you knew he would not join if there was any chance he could lose. (Also because Satan is a menace but we’ll get to that later.)
When all the brothers are gathered he suggests everyone pairs up into teams.
“You’re only saying that so you can cozy with M-” Asmo tries to say before being sprayed in the face with water.
“My hair!” “Oh, look at that. I suppose the game has started,” Lucifer hides his water gun behind his legs, but he can’t hide the shit eating grin on his face.
He takes your hand with a “Come along, MC,” and leads you away as everyone splits up.
You two make a surprisingly good team for this sort of thing! He knows the gardens well and also knows where each of his brothers is likely to go. You are quite skilled water water guns and balloons. He’s basically the brains and you’re the brawn.
He snatches a few kisses now and then when you look back at him excitedly after smacking one of his brothers with a balloon. You’re just so cute!
When everyone is all tuckered out and goes off to shower and whatever, Lucifer hangs back with you to thank you for organizing everything. With a kiss to the back of your hand, he says, “I’ll admit, I was...skeptical, at first. But, as usual, you brought my brothers together in a way I haven’t seen in a long while. Thank you, MC.”
Mammon:
“I’m MC’s first man, so I get to team with them!” “You’re also literally my boyfriend, but okay hun.” Cue Mammon blushing beet red at the nickname and muttering at you not to call him that in front of his brothers. (He doesn’t mean it; he loves that they know you’re his and vice versa.)
Strategically, the two of you are the absolute worst. But that’s because you’re both just there to have fun!
And have fun you do! You actually get in quite a few fun chases with Levi! He’s probably the most into the water fight out of everyone, the three of you are just running around the gardens pelting each other with balloons. It’s super cute.
Mammon is absolutely the type to yell “I’ll avenge you, MC!” every single time you get sprayed.
Eventually, you and Mammon follow Levi’s advice and start hiding in places to catch some of the other brothers by surprise. Which would be fine if Mammon didn’t blush super hard and start grumbling because of how close together you were when kneeling behind the garden wall.
You roll your eyes and surge forward to kiss him. He’s so shocked he has no idea what to do with his hands at first. But, after a second of pause, his water gun falls to the ground with a clatter and he wraps his arms around you.
“Get a room,” Is all the two of you hear before Belphie dumps a whole ass bucket of water on your heads. Mammon growls and jumps up to get the youngest before Beel can scoop him up, but you grab his hand and stop him.
You’re laughing super hard, and the sun is shining on your hair. You almost look like you have a halo...Mammon gives up the chase before it even starts because his MC is simply ethereal.
“Mammon!” You smile brilliantly at him when you finally stop laughing. “I kissed you to keep you quiet! And then you managed to make even more noise!”
He just hugs you then so you can’t see his blushing face. Stupid lovely human making fun of him. (He likes it, though.)
Leviathan:
This boy is literally the MOST excited when you tell him your idea. He was in on it from the very start.
He actually helped you get all the supplies! He opens his Akuzon account right away and starts showing you what water guns would be best and picking out huge packs of balloons made specifically for being water grenades. (Definitely had looked all this stuff up before in case he found a LARPing buddy.)
You ask him how much Grimm all this stuff will cost and he tells you not to worry. “I’ll cover it!” “But, Levi-” He interrupts you with big blush on his face.
“L-Listen MC. You’re m-my Henry! And I know this will be fun, s-so...I’ll cover it.” You leap forward and give him a hug, triggering a surprised but equally happy screech.
Honestly he is so excited you proposed an idea like that of your own volition. Like...it just makes him feel like all the games and stuff he finds fun truly don’t bother you. You haven’t been lying; you genuinely are interested in the same things as him. It makes him feel so warm.
When everyone is still arriving, you grab one of your water guns and do that cool spinny thing. You know the thing. The cowboy gun spin. You’re like, “Hey Levi! Check this out!”
BAM. Boy is OUT. So red his face is steaming. That’s the hottest thing he has ever seen in his entire damn life. What the fuck, MC. He is basically frozen on the spot out of sheer overwhelmed-ness as how hot that was. You have to drag him away when the water fight starts. Totally worth staying up all night figuring out how to do the spin trick with a water gun.
Once the action gets going, you two are unstoppable. No one escapes the fight unscathed thanks to y’all. All those late night Call of Duty sessions trained you for this!!
Your favorite tactic is definitely camping, though. You and Levi would pick a spot and hide there, waiting for one of his brothers to come by, and then...ATTACK!
If it actually were a competition, you two would’ve won by a landslide. But honestly, Levi didn’t really keep track. He was having too much fun watching you. You were so mesmerizing when you were in the zone and so gorgeous when laughing as you gave him victory high fives after a successful ambush.
You let him take a picture of you posing all tough with your water gun and he makes it his DDD background immediately. And his lockscreen so you can protect his DDD from intruders.
Satan:
THIS ASSHOLE. THIS MAN IS THE REASON YOU MADE SURE THERE WAS NO COMPETITION.
If there was any sense of competition, Satan would’ve gone absolutely out of his mind to beat Lucifer. He would make sure to destroy that man’s dignity as thoroughly as possible.
So, for the sake of both him and the eldest brother, no points. No contest. He grumbles about it, but, much like said eldest brother, he still joins because he sees how happy the idea of a family water fight makes you.
Satan treats is almost as seriously as Levi does. EVEN THOUGH YOU MADE SURE IT WASN’T A COMPETITION, HE DAMN SURE STILL ACTS LIKE IT IS. UGH.
Literally pulls a map of the House of Lamentation’s gardens out of his back pocket??? And puts it on the side of the fountain?? And starts planning maneuvers on it with you??? He pulls a pen out of his SWIM TRUNK POCKETS to use to point with and emphasize his points. You just blink at him. This is your mans. Good lord.
Considering his expert knowledge of the layout of the entire surrounding area of HoL from that map, he actually knows of some secret passages the other brothers don’t even consider. He takes you to them so you can use them to spy on what Lucifer’s the other brothers’ strategies are.
It’s only once you’re creeping around the tunnels that he realizes something: none of his brothers know where you are. They can’t bother you...time to make out.
Grabs your attention with a quiet, “MC” and gives you a smooch. Soon enough he is backing you up against the wall. A water balloon you have tied to your belt pops against the rough brick, interrupting the two of you.
Satan disregards it and move to kiss you again, but you let out a gasp. He’s worried for you for a moment: did you scrape yourself? But when you turn to look at him, there’s a mischievous glint in your eye that he loves to see.
“My water broke!” You whisper-exclaim dramatically, covering your mouth in fake shock. Satan has to nuzzle his face in your neck to avoid laughing and filling the tunnel with the echo that would alert his brothers. The two of you basically just canoodle in the passages until the water fight is over LMAO
Asmodeus:
Pretty much just to show off how good he looks in a bathing suit to you and anyone else who happens to be lucky enough to witness his glory.
He’s not the best at water fights and ends up using you as a human shield sometimes adjgfkjshf
“Asmo! Stop hiding behind me!” “I am not letting Lucifer mess up my hair twice in one day, darling!”
He comments quite often on how hot you look. Both in your bathing suit and also when in the zone looking for victims to douse in watery fury. You look like an action hero, MC! Have you ever thought about becoming the next Bond? Asmo could definitely pull some hypnotic strings.~
Every time you successfully pull him out of the way of an oncoming water balloon or block a blast of water from hitting, he totally melts. He presses his back to your chest, swooning against you and batting his eyelashes.
“Oh, MC, my hero! My dashing knight in shining armor!” You scoff, but think it’s super cute. You even play into it sometimes and pick him up bridal style.
“The king is looking for you, my prince,” you say once as you lift him, and he actually blushes. Asmodeus, avatar of lust, blushes at a silly pet name. He was not expecting you to get so into the role!!! He loves it, though.
For the rest of the water fight the two of you are basically roleplaying a royal and his knight bodyguard. It is stupidly fun and the both of you have an absolute blast.
“Oh, MC, my darling knight! I have amazing news!” Asmo says after the fight ends. You’re drying his hair off with a towel. “Yes, my liege?”
“In exchange for your wonderful and dutiful protection, you have been given permission by the crown to court me! Isn’t that wonderful?” He smiles and you throw your head back in a laugh. You lean down and give him a nice, long kiss on the lips before pulling away. “That is absolutely splendid, your highness.”
Beelzebub:
He loves the idea because it’ll get his whole family together and he knows it. He has to carry Belphie out there but that’s normal.
He helped you and Levi plan!! Excited boy. You filled him in when he joined you and Levi for a game night. He totally volunteered to go get some extra supplies from some nearby stores for y’all. So cute.
Once everyone is actually fighting, this boy WILL NOT STOP BEING A HUMAN (demon?) SHIELD FOR YOU. LIKE NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TELL HIM IT’S FINE, YOU’RE FINE, HE WILL NOT STOP.
“Babycakes, it’s okay. It’s water. It can’t hurt me.” “But I love you. I want you safe.” O H. O K A Y.
Someone call a doctor Beel just shot MC through the heart!!! He’s so genuine you just bright red and kiss his cheek because he deserve it.
“Well, I guess that’s settled then, huh?” He gives you a big Beel smile and nods, ruffling your hair affectionately.
Y’all get sprayed with water A LOT because your hungry boy is very big and hard to hide. Er, I should say HE gets sprayed a lot because he is a fantastic meat shield and you’re practically dry by the time the fight is over. He, on the other hand, is soaked to the bone.
He still insists on drying you off with a towel, though. The two of you dry each other off back in the twins’ room while Belphie dozes nearby in his bed.
You’re in the middle of drying his shoulders when he just starts talking. “That was really fun, MC. I’m really grateful for you. Ever since you’ve been here, things are always more fun. And you bring all my brother together. Thank you.”
You damn near burst into tears!!! Ahhhh!!! You sniffle and jump into his nap, wrapping your arms around him. “But MC, I’m still wet.” “I don’t care!! I’m giving you snuggles!!”
Belphegor:
Literally does not give a single fuck about a water fight until he realizes it lets him throw shit at Lucifer with absolutely zero consequences. Then he is all in.
Beel doesn’t even have to carry him around during the fight! Once he is outside and realizes all the shenanigans he can pull, he is perfectly content to grab you by the hand and be the one dragging you around, for once!
You two will probably team up with Satan and Beel at various points. Beel because he’s Beel, and Satan because he and Belphie absolutely set water balloon filled booby traps for Lucifer.
That’s his preferred strategy: set up a trap and wait in the bushes, watching for the target to approach.
He’s definitely the type to yell “Every man for himself!” if someone catches you guys hiding. Unlike his twin, he lets you get totally soaked while he runs away laughing. Dickweed.
You guys have a lot of fun, though!! Seeing Belphie excited is always a treat for you. And, though he doesn’t say anything about it, Belphie also thinks it’s a treat whenever you scheme with him. You don’t join in on his mischief often, so he always cherishes the times you do.
Eventually, after soaking Lucifer thoroughly, Belphie eventually gets a bit tired. You, however, want to keep the fun going. So, just as he begins to dose off in your hiding spot...you spray him. Right in the face.
He opens his eyes and sees you raising an eyebrow at him challengingly, giggling to yourself. He growls playfully and grabs his own water gun, quickly giving chase as you bolt.
Being a demon, he’s much quicker than you. But he lets you think you can escape for a few minutes before catching up to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind.
As you squirm and laugh in his embrace, he feels thankful he joined in on the fight, even if he was hesitant at first. After all, it led to this moment, where he can turn you around in his arms and give you a nice kiss as you melt against his chest.
#ta da!! another idea i've had for the longest time#posts#my writing#obey me#obey me headcanons#obey me x reader#lucifer#mammon#leviathan#satan#asmodeus#beelzebub#belphegor
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When he rejects you | Chongyun, Scaramouche, Albedo
a/n: hello friends!! i apologize for my somewhat disappearance TwT im currently having exam season but i couldnt help but write something for my favorite three (and yes, scara is there... and honestly, I don't know when I started simping for him either but you can now call me a future scaramouche haver >:)) so not a request, but do enjoy !! <3 (apologies if there are any errors!!)
pairing: chongyun x gn! reader, scaramouche x gn! reader, albedo x gn! reader (platonic)
Chongyun
★ Chongyun, Xingqiu and you had been best friends since you were kids. And although you were a trio, you and Chongyun had always known each other much longer.
★ If your life were a book, it would be a sweet childhood best friends growing up together genre, something that often piqued Xingqiu’s interests when he drags the two of you to Wanwen bookhouse
★ The books you had borrowed from Xingqiu about them all ended with the same thing; that they end up becoming a couple and growing up together. Reminiscing about their childhood youth when they were old.
★ You knew not to trust the books or use them as a guide, but just like the books, you had grown to fall in love with the icy-haired boy.
★ Chongyun was like a breath of fresh air. His determination in exorcising ‘evil spirits' to the point that he blindly falls for Xingqiu and your pranks were the things that you loved about him. He was filled with enthusiasm and positivity (literally).
★ You grew into enjoying his positive attitude, you couldn't imagine a day going by without Chongyun telling you and Xingqiu about a so called 'haunted' place he had found, and forcing the two of you to come with him. and even if it had ended without meeting a single spirit, he would still be in high spirits.
★ you loved it, seeing the rush of thrill he feels whenever he senses a spirit nearby, hoping the spirit was able to withstand his excessive yang energy. the repeating days without one successful exorcism, only to end up getting treated to a meal by Xingqiu, and the parting that always ends with a promise to see each other the day after. Chongyun speaks his emotions, and you were in love with that.
★ and him, just in general.
★ And one day, you had decided to tell him just that
★ You were both on the hunt for Jueyun chilies for Xiangling, a small commission that you had decided to take on while waiting for Xingqiu to finish his work at the guild. The sun had set, and you had returned from Qingce village with a bucket full of the chilies and had decided to rest on top of the mountain where you had both Waypointed to just to admire the sunset.
★ In the heat of the moment, you had spoken.
“I like you, Chongyun,” you had said, looking at him with a smile.
★ You would have accepted a silence. You had expected it to be like the books; he would gently laugh and look at you, admitting that he had been waiting for you to say the exact words, lean in to kiss you. It would be awkward at first, but it’ll also be something to look back to in the future when kissing becomes something you do every day. You’d return back to Liyue Harbor hand in hand, and be able to tell Xingqiu and Xiangling that he was your boyfriend now, and admit to the former that maybe his books were right.
★ But instead, you were met with Chongyun’s wide eyes staring at you. His cheeks flushed red with what you had tried hard to hope was shyness, but had appealed more like panic. He had stood up and cleared his throat
“We- we should get back,” he says, too quickly for someone as calm as he is. And you knew it was a wrong step, “I’m-,” he clears his throat, “I’m going to go ahead first. I'm sorry,”
★ You didn’t know if he was apologizing for leaving early, or for not being able to accept your feelings, but when you hadn't seen him the following day, you could only assume.
Scaramouche
★ Honestly, you had it coming for you.
★ Scaramouche is someone whose life is their job. There was nothing that could distract him from working for the Tsaritsa
★ You had (been self-entitled) as his best friend. And honestly, if Scaramouche knew of it, he doesn't blame you. Everyone in the Fatui and who worked under the Fatui knew how close you were. Which was odd because, for one, you were absolutely nothing like him. Although you weren't exactly liked by everyone, you weren't loathed by everyone like the sixth harbinger was.
★ Scaramouche was feared by anyone who hears his name or walks a foot away from him, while you carried a calmer aura. Without glancing, Scaramouche could bring his subordinates trembling, while they would greet you when you pass by them.
★ You were polar opposites, and yet, everyone has seen the two of you together so much that when he wasn't with you or the other way around, people would assume you were on a solo mission or just leaving the other’s quarters
★ Of course, being his best friend, you weren’t spared of his usual harsh words. As a matter of fact, you probably had it much worse than anyone else. It had almost seemed as if every time he spoke, he spoke like he was trying to get rid of you.
★ But if that really were the case, then he hasn’t been trying his best. You had stayed with him since you had become an ally to the Fatui, and ever since then had stayed by his side. When others shake in fear, you shake your head with a laugh and a retort.
★ It had even come as a surprise to you when you had realized you had fallen for the harbinger. You would think that spending time with such a foul-mouthed person who would murder someone in the blink of an eye with no hesitation would make you dislike him. But that didn’t happen.
★ In fact, it was quite the opposite. You had fallen in love with him.
★ It wasn’t obvious to anyone, and even you had to take the time to squint to look for it. But Scaramouche did care for you in his own way. Whether it be toning down the harsh words when he sees your mood dampen after a mission, or beating the shit out of a person who had attacked you ruthlessly, not stopping even after his hands were covered in crimson liquid and the person almost certainly died. Even if he calls you a hindrance afterward for dirtying his hands, he definitely thought of you the same as you thought of him.
★ A friend.
★ Or, you had hoped, something more.
★ It was a mistake to take his slight kindness as a sign of him liking you, it truly was.
★ During your journey to Inazuma for a mission, you had decided to confess to him out of the blue. You knew he was someone who could predict the outcome of something even before you said anything, so a slow confession when the sun was setting in a field of flowers would just be a waste of time. if there was something you learned, it's to cut to the chase with him.
“Hey Scara,” you had said quietly. He had replied with a low hum, not turning back to look at you, “I like you.”
★ Without a second thought, Scaramouche had taken you by surprise as well.
★ He had not stopped in his tracks, instead, his shoulders shook in laugher. His laugh wasn't the same laugh you hear whenever you make a stupid mishap or get slightly injured during a simple mission- no, those laughs were warmer. Although laced with unkindness, they were more familiar.
★ This one was condescending. As if you were a new recruit again, having to work under him. As if all those years as friends had just gone down the drain.
“Stupid. What a fool of me to assume you were different.” he says, voice clear as a bell in the night, “don’t be an inconvenience. I don't have time for people like you.”
Albedo
★ Ever since working under Albedo with Sucrose, your life had been nothing but full of wonder. Although some were dangerous, Albedo and you bonded easily as if you had worked together in a past life.
★ Albedo was a genius. He was someone you looked up to, and sometime during your investigations, he had become a friend. You didn't know when it started. When it had gone from two alchemists staying the night in Dragonspine to observe the different stages of new plant growth, to- with the permission of the acting grandmaster - just two people, two friends, going out to explore the seven nations.
★ Sucrose and Timaeus had stayed back in Mondstadt to finish experiments that you both had decided to put on hold for your trip, and with nothing to worry about, the two of you had gone out with nothing but the protection of each other (and your visions, of course), and a few packed meals from Good Hunter.
★ Albedo had a side that no one saw unless they spent nights camping with him in the middle of nowhere. You were one of the lucky people who were able to see that side of his during your trips around the seven.
★ The alchemist wasn't just curious about the way the world works, he had also been curious with, well, you.
★ Some nights when he couldn't go to sleep (which was often. You’d be surprised to see how messed up his sleep schedule was), he would sit in front of the fire you had both worked hard to make, and simply talk.
★ sometimes, it would be short conversations. but more than often, you find yourself talking about everything and nothing until the sun rose above the mountains, and you would have to continue your journey until one of you (usually being you,) were too tired to continue.
★ Albedo talks with passion, no matter what the topic is. He could be talking about what you were going to be having for dinner for the next night before you reach the first region in your trip, and he would already have you captivated.
★ Albedo also talks with gentleness. And this was the said side not a lot of people would be able to see from the chief alchemist. Whenever the tent was filled with comforting silence, you would be able to hear Albedo asking you questions about yourself. They weren’t your standard, what was your dream growing up? Kind of questions, but they were more specific. More… personal.
★ Is it not funny, how life works? What if a single moment had changed in the past, I and you wouldn't have met. He would question, eyes trained to the flames burning in front of him. It sounded rhetorical, but his tone was laced with wonder. He sounds as if he was expecting an answer, but he doesn't urge you for one. And every time he does, you merely hum.
★ Albedo was gentle in everything he did. Almost all the time you were with him, he had never acted brashly. He was patient, kind.
★ and that was most likely what had prompted your crush on the alchemist
★ crushing on Albedo was like looking up at the stars. he was someone who shined brightly, but you knew he was too far to reach, yet despite that, you had still attempted to.
★ you had decided to finally let it all out on him the night of your final stay before you reached your final region, which was Inazuma.
★ and that, you had realized a little too late, had been the icing on top of a really terrible cake.
"Albedo," you had stared, and the alchemist immediately turned towards you. that was something you had grown fond of. you knew Albedo was a man married to his work, so when he turns to you in the midst of it, you felt your stomach churn in delight, "I have to tell you something,"
“Hm?” he hums, setting his notepad down to give you his full attention, “what is it, y/n?”
★ You took a deep breath, and the moment you had opened your mouth to tell him, you had a sinking feeling you had made a huge mistake.
“I like you, a lot,” you muttered, “not just platonically, Albedo. I… I think you're really interesting. and if you'd like, I would love to be with you. ”
★ Albedo’s face had fallen, and although it had been the slightest, you had still noticed it. He looked at you as if the cogs were turning in his brain, and finally, he looks down
“I must apologize,” he starts, and you feel your stomach drop, “but I’m not interested in you that way, y/n. If it makes you feel better, I see you as a very dear friend,”
★ You nod, apologizing to Albedo before he offers a small smile before continuing his research
★ You both did not speak of it, but there was a very thick air of silence hangs over the two of you afterward, that didn't dissipate even after you both left the camp.
#i am very sorry#actually might make a next part if anyones interested B)#angst#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin impact albedo#genshin impact scaramouche#genshin impact chongyun#chongyun x reader#albedo x reader#scaramouche x reader#genshin impact chongyun x reader#genshin impact albedo x reader#genshin impact scaramouche x reader#genshin chongyun x reader#genshin albedo x reader#genshin scaramouche x reader#genshin impact imagines#albedo x y/n#scaramouche x y/n#chongyun x y/n#albedo x gn reader#scaramouche x gn reader#chongyun x gn readr
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hcs series detailing what it is like to be a manager for the various haikyuu teams
karasuno | seijoh |
warnings - swearing, karasuno being their usual selves with the addition of a chaotic manager
word count - 1.7k
being their manager was chaotic enough without the addition of the new first years
you were a second year, joining as a manager in your first year at the insistence of ennoshita, who had not wanted to deal with the likes of tanaka and nishinoya by himself
however, while kiyoko was the calming presence that warmed the boys hearts, you were her more chaotic counterpart
often, you could be found playing pranks on the boys, filling the club room with volleyballs, hiding the bibs
kiyoko was the one to rope you in, stop you from messing around too much, especially when your pranks had increased after the broom incident. you had just wanted to cheer everyone up, but it had only annoyed them
daichi had become irritable and snappy, while sugawara, despite the smile, looked exasperated
tanaka was the only one who didn’t seem too annoyed, giving your hair an affection ruffle
anyway, with the arrival of the new first years, you were determined to turn over a new leaf, make a good first impression
that plan didn’t work out
expecting it to be tanaka, ennoshita, kinoshita and narita walking towards the gym, you had hidden yourself in preparation to scare them (how you managed to mistake the sound of two people for four was beyond you but you did)
you leapt out from your hiding place, letting out a loud roar only to be greeted by a blonde beanpole with glasses and a freckled boy cowering behind him
you then proceeded to let loose a torrent of swear swords
“shit. fuck. sorry. shit. i can’t believe i did that. can we start over?”
you stuck out your hand towards them, the blonde looking at it with disdain while the other moved forward and grasped your hand
“i’m l/n y/n, and i’m one of the managers of the volleyball club,” you said, giving his hand a firm shake, a grin on your face. “this wasn’t how i planned to introduce myself. i thought you were the second years and i wanted to scare them. i promise i’m not always like this.”
cue sugawara piping up from seemingly nowhere, the rest of the team trailing behind, “don’t be fooled. she’s always like this”
“kiyoko is the responsible, lovely manager,” sighed tanaka, causing you to shoot him a glare, “and y/n is the chaotic one but we love her anyway”
“speak for yourself,” scoffed daichi, the ruffling of your hair as he walked past enough to tell you he was only teasing
“rude,” you mumbled before turning back to the two first years with a grin. “anyway, what are your names?”
the freckled one gave you a grin in response, introducing himself as yamaguchi and saying he was pleased to be playing for the team. the blonde refused to reply, walking past with a haughty tilt to his chin, though yamaguchi was quick to introduce him as tsukishima
but you were quick to wear him down, his coldness towards you gradually thawing the more you talked (although he insisted you were just being annoying)
he clearly wasn’t that annoyed as he would often share his music playlist with you
yamaguchi was quick to warm to you after the little scare. you were one of the first he told about wanting to learn the jump floater serve and happily encouraged him
meeting the monster duo of kageyama and hinata went much smoother, considering you had bribed sugawara for information on the pair before you met
the key to kageyama’s heart was milk, so when you introduced yourself and gave him a cartoon, he already knew you would be a great manager
honestly the boy is probably going to become a bit attached to you, constantly asking you to toss the ball to him to practice
definitely asks you to help tutor him as well if he knows you are good at school. kageyama feels far more comfortable with you than tsukishima
hinata was just a literal ball of sunshine, enthusiastically greeting you
probably comes to look up to you a lot and will help you play pranks so long as it doesn’t interfere too much with volleyball practice (you teach him all he needs to know, and enlist his help in executing the great balloon fiasco at the end of your third year)
all the third years definitely see you as a little sister
daichi is fiercely protective over you, steering you away from any volleyball boys who show an interest. literally stares down kuroo when he speaks to you at the training camp
sugawara is definitely the more relaxed one, sitting with you as you gossip about boys. he knows about all your crushes before anyone else. has let it slip on occasion but only to tease you (and to see the way daichi will immediately list off everything wrong about the person and why they don’t deserve you)
asahi is so soft for you. if you’re thirsty, he will scramble for a water bottle. you’re feeling tired? he will give you a piggyback. you don’t even need to ask him directly as he will just do it on instinct at this point (although he was very hurt after you told him off for abandoning the team)
you and the second years are the ultimate friend group, equal parts bitchy and calm
your group chat is constantly pinging, whether you’re in class or not (this is mainly due to tanaka and nishinoya being very bored and deciding to play games together. you will occasionally join in if it’s bowling or pool)
kinoshita and narita know all the gossip. they are your gossip buddies. tanaka walked into a wall while staring at kiyoko? they’ve got photographic proof and a whole video
if you want to know who’s talking shit about who, go to them. honestly, it pays to be quiet sometimes. the stuff daichi lets slip when he thinks no one is listening…
ennoshita is the group mum. he’s responsible for getting you all to practice, though this mainly includes tanaka and nishinoya. the rest of you are very responsible
in ennoshita’s mind, however, you are clubbed in with the two idiots. he believes that without his constant reminders, you’d never be anywhere on time. this is true but you aren’t going to tell him that
the dynamic between you, tanaka and nishinoya is so chaotic. for one, you’re all simps. you indulge their kiyoko obsession and they will listen to you thirst over the people you find attractive. no judgement goes on in these simping sessions, though you do use it as ammunition when you annoy each other
also definitely overprotective of you as well, though constantly show you and the other managers off to other teams to demonstrate karasuno’s superiority
kind of pisses you off and, while kiyoko walks off with yachi, you will hit them on the backs of their heads and tell them to shut up
they would prefer it to be kiyoko but both ultimately agree that you are hot when you are angry so will find out ways to do it more often
yachi and you get on well. personally, you think she’s an adorable mess (the perfect compliment to your chaotic energy)
though she is mainly kiyoko’s responsibility (daichi agreed with kiyoko when she said it would be better that you didn’t show yachi the ropes), you are the one to make her feel more at ease with voicing her opinion. she’s seen you rant at the boys enough times to know they won’t be offended
team sleepovers are a mess (honestly, you wonder why you still host them. answer - team bonding and tradition)
after hinata and kageyama tried to play volleyball with a cushion in your living room, resulting in sending a coffee table and all the glasses it was holding clattering to the floor, you refused to hold them at your place
this is also the reason why daichi, along with kiyoko, requested permission to hold a sleepover at the gym every two months
truth or dare gets crazy, though daichi draws the line when you are dared to strip and run around the school
“tanaka,” he barks, shooting the boy a glare, “that is very dangerous. it is cold. do you want y/n to get hypothermia?”
he will look sheepish and amend the dare to something a bit more tame and school friendly
there is always arguments on who gets to sleep where. when nishinoya and tanaka tried to sleep either side of kiyoko, daichi declared, while ennoshita pulled them away, that boys and girls would slip on opposite sides
you poked your tongue out at a pouting nishinoya and tanaka. you got to sleep next to the love of their lives. you were oblivious to the pout hinata was sending your way. he’d wanted to sleep next to his senpai and was now sandwiched between tsukishima and kageyama
sometimes you will prepare snacks for the boys, much to their horror (while you like to pretend you can cook, rock hard rice is not edible)
surprisingly, the only one honest about it is kageyama, who will hold the food away with a frown. “what is this shit?”
he’ll be hit over the head by tanaka, who shoots you a scared look. he was too slow and kageyama is now at risk of your anger
you plaster a sickly sweet smile on your face. “i won’t be tossing to you for extra practice today”
the worst punishment you can give him. he has to secretly ask the others until yachi finally agrees, too soft for her own good
you and the team are like a family, a messy family that argues and fights, but a family none the less
when the third years left, you may have shed a tear while you were crushed in a group hug and made them promise to keep in touch (which they were obviously going to do)
and, when you and the second years left the year after, you promised that you would keep in touch, that you’d be waiting to see kageyama and hinata on the world stage, threatening tsukishima to ensure he would reply to your messages, crushing yamaguchi and yachi in a hug. ennoshita had to pull you away otherwise you probably wouldn’t have left
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu headcanons#hq x reader#hq headcanons#hq hcs#haikyuu hcs#karasuno x reader#haikyuu x manager reader#daichi x reader#sugawara x reader#asahi x reader#tanaka x reader#nishinoya x reader#ennoshita x reader#narita#haikyuu kinoshita#kageyama x reader#hinata x reader#tsukishima x reader#yamaguchi x reader#haikyuu x platonic#haikyuu platonic#karasuno manager
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Illicit affairs- Chapter 6
“summary: kingpin is on the move; peter is a sad mess that doesn’t understand why y/n keeps secrets while she needs to answer a call and tony has a crush on dr. strange.
Listen to: august- Taylor Swift & Hopelessly devoted to you- Olivia Newton- John
word count: 13.3k (not as long as the last but a lot of things happened)
(author’s note at the end now)
warnings: some s m u t. hehe.
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You remembered when the compound was made, it was barely ready after the Ultron catastrophe. Tony had brought you after everything had calmed down so you could train with them, it was fairly recent that you had developed your suit and honestly, the gym that you had at Stark Tower wasn’t enough for you to train there having little experience with your suit. regarding battle training. Therefore you joined Sam, Vision, and Wanda for training during all that summer, Steve and Nat conducting a really serious and strict summer camp for Avengers. You had loved it, bonding especially with Wanda easily since she was just a couple of years older than you, Sam became like a cool uncle (who later was joined in the same category by Bucky) while Vision was a calming presence. Nonetheless, you felt as if something was missing, about a year later, Peter would arrive in your life and after a couple of years, the compound would become like a sanctuary for both of you.
Therefore, when you saw a gaping hole in the side of one of the main buildings, where the labs were located, you could feel your stomach sinking, barely letting go of Peter who was holding onto you by his hand, he decided to secure himself with a web, just in case.
“y/n, are you here?” you could hear Tony’s elaborate breaths as you dive down into the building, entering the gaping hole where the action was taking place.
There were about thirty men down, you could see them as HAPPY gave you a scan of the place. Tony was against five of them, while Rhodey had about nine men surrounding him but Bruce had it worse, the majority of the men were going at it. Moreover, some of them were wearing a special kind of suit, something that seemed to be alien technology.
“Kids”
“On it!” Peter stated as he climbed off you, while you watched in shock the scene. Bruce’s lab and Tony’s lab were destroyed by the impact of whatever thing they had used, while yours and Peter’s seemed to be not that damaged.
Things were in disarray and it took you a moment to get the scene in front of you. Tony was being held down by a couple of men as they pointed at him with a weapon, the force of what seemed to be a larger-than-life- flame-thrower, but it wasn’t a flame thrower exactly, the flames seemed purple and you could feel the blast of energy only by standing a couple of feet away, you grew concerned about the different materials in the lab, things could definitely blow up.
But then, Peter and you quickly got into action, Peter climbed through the roof without being noticed by the men as he tried to cover the weapons in webs, he threw them repeatedly, making the men stop using the guns and looking up, which allowed you to swipe them off from their feet. The sound of the men’s bodies banging against the walls, the grunts as you literally threw them through two walls was enough for you to know that you got two less. Tony quickly took the weapons off the floor, he threw them into a destroyed wall, Peter webbing them up to stop anyone from using them, as far away from the lab as he could, knowing that they still had alien energy coming from them.
You didn’t have to be an expert to know where these guns or where these men came from, you knew it right away. Kingpin was moving on with his plans and he was taking you by surprise, the sound of a man getting up and then quickly getting shot with a repulsor by Tony snapped you out of your thoughts, you could see Tony wiping his hands as he looked at you.
“Are you sober?” he asked as he stood next to you, watching that Peter had already begun to web up the men who were attacking Bruce, which gave Bruce the option to flung a couple of them into the green space that surrounded the compound or against the walls, or into the garden of the main entrance.
“Yes,” you stated gravely, after seeing the attack on the Compound it seemed like the wine’s effect had passed. “Where do you want me?”
“Secure the building, let’s take the fight outside” Tony stated and then he was already flying towards Bruce and Peter.
You quickly entered the lab, checking that the men were down with HAPPY and flying through the large east hall where Rhodey was taken the majority of the heat.
“Uncle Rhodey, need some help?” you offered with a smirk as you ordered HAPPY to take out your unibeam, when you saw Rhodey on the floor and the men surrounding him, pointing different types of weapons at him.
Pointing to the feet of the men surrounding Rhodey, you began to fire. Some falling into the floor with pain from being burned by the beam or running away if they saw the beam seconds before they touched them.
Rhodey shook his head. “Nice entrance, just like your dad” he muttered while you helped him stand up, for a second before he was already firing with his repulsors at the ones that were running through the hallway.
“Cool?”
“Late” he grumbled, but before you could answer anything you felt the blast of energy on the side of your body, throwing you back onto the wall.
Your entire body crashed loudly against the wall, your head bouncing against it and quickly falling on the floor with a groan. It had been so hard that you barely went through the wall, a large rumbling sound accompanied your crash.
“Shit” you growled before snapped your head towards where the blast came from and you literally growled at the men who had fired at you, while others counterattack Rhodey.
Before you could stand up, they fire once more, the purple beam of light throwing you back against the wall again. The energy was too strong as they held the purple beam against you for several lengths of time at once, you could feel how some nanobots began to detach from your suit, quickly it began to recover but you cried as you felt the burning on your exposed skin. When they stopped, you felt your blood boiling on your body, raising your head to see that they were trying to charge the weapon but their attempt being useless. Before they could even raise their hands, you fire at him with the freeze beam, emitting it from where your arc reactor was located on your chest.
The men effectively remained in that position, frozen, as you groaned while standing up for a second, turning to see Rhodey using a pulse bolt which didn’t only serve to neutralize the numerous men surrounding him with the alien tech that had returned but also it was strong enough that it numbed their weapons, turning them off as well as their suits that some were wearing.
“You okay there?” Rhodey asked as you heard the grumbling, groaning, and swearing under the beath of the majority of the men taken down. He watched them with a smirk while you glared at him.
“Jeez, thanks for your concern” you grumbled as you began to pile them up against the guys that you had frozen early, already thinking about how long could it take to defrost them so you could take them to jail.
But before you or Rhodey could toss some more men next to the pile you already had, Peter’s panicky voice put you on alert.
“y/n, The Prowler is here” he yelled through the com with laboring breaths, as if he was trying to chase him.
“What!?”
You took off down the rest of the hall, barely destroying the glass doors that directed you to the main green space that surrounded the Compound, leaving Rhodey behind. You flew high enough to set the scene, Bruce was down and you felt your throat getting a knot for one second as Tony and Peter dealt with The Prowler, who was attacking them full force with its claws. The rest of the men were down, it seemed like The Prowler had come as a surprise, he hadn’t been seen, hell HAPPY hadn’t even identified him.
You could see Tony struggling as he tried his best to hold down The Prowlers claws while Peter tried to blind him with his webs, but being useless as The Prowler managed to get rid of Tony’s hold and pushed him away, his electrical gauntlets doing its work, with force towards where Bruce was and when his eyes directed at Peter who was narrowly avoiding his claws, you bulleted towards him at full force, HAPPY warning you about your velocity but you didn’t care.
It was just about three seconds before you crashed against him that The Prowler turned around to watch you, but it seemed to be too late as you slammed your entire body against his. You sent him flying backward and you felt with him as well too, both of you rolling into the ground by the raw force that you had accumulating as you dived down.
You could only hear your breathing and labored groans as you gazed back at The Prowler, who was beginning to stand up, you did the same as you got ready to keep fighting. Both of you stood up at the same time, glaring at the other and it was a matter of seconds before he jumped towards you, power by his propelled projectiles on the base of his suit while you flew towards him, preparing your pulse barrage that was ready to launch from your chest but as you were ready to attack, The Prowler had different plans.
He threw the little beams that you knew for sure you had seen before, midair, causing you to feel an electric charge on your suit, it started sizzling. It didn’t cause damage, it simply bothered your system for a second but it gave The Prowler enough time to get you distracted, he quickly fired a powerful blast from his electrical gauntlet, sending you backward. You were already wincing, the blow on your back already being too much for you after the last guys but instead of falling on the ground, you felt something on your ankle that pulled you in the other direction, whirling you around.
You opened your eyes, seconds before you were falling onto Peter’s arms, who was ready to catch you. The force was still too much as both of you were knocked out when you fell into his arms. Both of you groaning as you laid on the floor, you could feel that you definitely had a concussion as you stared at Peter on his Spiderman suit, you didn’t have to say anything, your hands simply linked together while you tried to stand up but then Peter’s senses went off.
“Duck!” Peter screamed, pulling you away before he was standing up and kicking The Prowler on his chest, driving him away from you.
But the Prowler recovered quickly and launched against Peter with a growl, he quickly grabbed Peter by the throat and then pushed him onto the grown, barely burying Peter who was trying to push the Prowler’s hold on his throat, trying to remove its claws but it seemed too much. Peter could feel how his throat was closing, the energy coming from the gauntlets and the raw force the Prowler was using against him, he could feel the claws even piercing his suit and skin while the hands surrounded his neck.
“AAHH” Peter managed to yell as he felt the pain and his vision began to become blurry, the only thing in his eyes was the white menacing eyes from the Prowler and the purple energy that surrounded him but he heard your screams.
“NO!” you screamed as you ran towards them quickly and you took a hold of the Prowler’s ankle but he soon repelled you, an electricity current sending you away but you managed to slide into a halt, and quickly opening your hands and firing your repulsors against him completely desperate for him to get off Peter.
Another pair of white beams appeared and you turned to see Tony, the beams together managed to get the Prowler off from Peter, who was left on the ground, unmoving. The Prowler managed to recover quickly as he rolled from the ground. Once he saw Tony flying towards him while you flew to where Peter was, he began to run the opposite way.
“He’s going to escape!” you screamed at Tony as you began to take Peter in your arms.
“Take care of Peter” Tony screamed back as he fired repeatedly against the Prowler who was now closer to the gates of the Compound. Rhodey following Tony to attack the Prowler.
You turned to Peter, your heart thundering on your chest as you watched Peter on your arms and quickly pulling his mask away while your mask retracted from your head. As soon as you saw the bruising and the puncture wounds on Peter’s neck, you felt like throwing up.
“Oh my god,” you cried as you pulled him closer to your lap. “Peter, come on, wake-up” you whispered towards him as you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his while you nudge your nose against his softly.
But Peter didn’t seem to be responding, instead, he seemed to be a little bit purple and you quickly laid him on the grass, recalling your training as you tried to stop the tears of concern coming from your eyes, you began CPR and then quickly blew air onto Peter’s mouth, then you worked onto his chest again.
You finally felt like you could breathe when you Peter began to cough repeatedly, although it sounded like music to your ears. His breathing was still ragged, heaving, and wheezing as he tried to get as much air on his lungs as he could. You helped him sit up a bit so he could breathe better, his skin returning to normal color as you sighed with relief, while you also sniffed a bit.
“Hey,” he croaked softly but it was almost inaudible, it seemed like his vocal cords were badly beaten as he took a hold of your hand.
You shushed him a bit while you smiled at him. “Hey, don’t talk. We’ll get you help” you answered back happily.
The Compound labs were going to be off-limits while Tony sent people in to repair the big hole on the side of the building and the other damages caused by the assault. Thankfully, the medical wing had been unharmed by the soldiers of Kingpin who were quickly translated to a medical center and then to jail, so you were able to take both Bruce and Peter to the wing without much problem, Tony had called Dr. Helen Cho for reinforcement since Bruce was usually the one that took care of you with a team of physicians, he had one MD on those different titles that he held proudly. She helped Bruce study the chemical, while she treated Peter as well and checked your burn injuries given the alien energy.
You came to know later, Bruce had been injected a dose of Oscorp’s paralyzer by The Prowler, a large needle sticking out of his neck when you had found him. You were glad though, that he had been on his Professor Hulk persona and there wasn’t any real harm made. Bruce assumed that the paralyzer from Oscorp didn’t really affect him since his metabolism was different than from a normal human, Bruce had only been paralyzed for about twenty minutes give or take and he could still talk during the time being.
He had felt tingling and numbness but soon he was okay, which meant that whatever Kingpin thought he had with the Oscorp paralyzer would only work on the Avengers with normal metabolism, and for the time being, the only three Avengers that could be seriously harmed used suits.
Tony, Rhodey, and you.
Soon, you got to the same conclusion regarding the Hammer neutralizers. The short-circuit, where your system flunked a bit wasn’t half as bad as Hammer had said it would be. Tony, Harley and you studied the beams and found out that they weren’t really as successful because the arc reactor's energy didn’t match the energy that Hammer had been focused on, it wasn’t even close. It did cause small interferences that could distract you in mid-battle but nothing that could completely derail the suit's function. And after confirming that they were Hammer's neutralizers, Tony was more than ready to prosecute.
Nonetheless, when it came time to do a wipe through from what had been taken, you realized that The Prowler had tried to go into secret archives of Tony, Harley, and you; specifically, everything regarding the nanobot functions and the different tools and weapons it integrated on your suit. He didn’t manage to take much, barely anything, since FRIDAY had fought the virus that the Prowler had installed, hard, and Peter’s Spidey senses had been triggered as soon as the Prowler had sneaked into the lab and he had chased him down, away from it.
You winced at the thought of Peter’s injuries, not that Peter usually didn’t recover quickly but it was something that had happened often with you. Seeing him getting hurt almost felt even worse to you, your heart always broke into a million pieces and you seemed like his own personal bodyguard in the few hours he lasted on the medical wing. He was always okay but you were still always concerned.
Therefore, when Peter woke-up an hour or two later with bandages wrapped around his neck and a few random stitches and scratches over his body, he wasn’t really surprised to see you on the sofa next to his bed. He smiled happily, you did have some stitches over your eyebrow and on your cheekbone, he guessed they were caused by your hand-in-hand combat with the Prowler and there were definitely bruises and bandages on the rest of your body but you seemed well and you were sleeping quietly next to him, that’s all that mattered to him.
Peter turned to his side to face you and he wondered if you really loved him back or if he was just kidding himself; you had been extremely clear with the fact that now you were just friends but that same night you had kissed him back as if you wanted to repeat what had happened between you before you had skipped town. But now that he was no longer with Gwen, had made a clean break, he felt like he shouldn’t hide his feelings from you anymore. Peter couldn’t explain how elated he had felt when you had kissed him back, feeling his cheeks burning red and he remembered how hard you had held onto him, how purposefully your lips were against his, how he had ridden up your oversize shirt, your whimpers.
He felt like he could die a happy man, right there and there.
However, he also knew he wouldn’t be capable of pressuring you to decide or tell him if you had feelings for him, he respected you too much, he wouldn’t bring his feelings into a conversation unless it happened organically and you were ready to actually talk. He knew you had a thing for running away, for not facing the things that made you feel weak or unwanted, he knew that for a fact even more since you came back. He could wait for you; he had waited for you for so long that it didn’t matter to him. So, Peter decided to stay quiet, falling asleep watching you.
It wasn’t only until two days later that Peter and you would talk about it. He had made a quick recovery, his larynx being the most affected part of his body but after a day of not talking and communicating through your phone while you took care of him in the compound with May and the Midtown gang that came to say their goodbyes before they returned to school, he finally could talk.
And then, the debrief came.
“I told you to leave it alone!” Tony growled as he glared back at you.
Fury and Cap in hologram versions next to him at the tip of the table on one of the conferences room in the Compound while Peter, Rhodey, Harley, and Bruce were sat down around the table. It hadn’t been an easy conference, mostly information about what the Prowler had taken, the damage done to the building and labs, the identification of the men, and then a fight.
“I did” you replied quietly with a glare at him.
You weren’t in the mood for being interrogated, especially knowing that you, in fact, did not leave it alone. Part of you was somehow glad that Nat had been too busy with a special task that she wasn’t able to be part of the meeting, which was great because she would catch that you were lying right away.
Not that Tony wasn’t already catching onto something.
“Y/N, we need you to tell us the truth,” Steve said sternly, crossing his arms. “This can be extremely dangerous for all of us”
“I am” you answer back, in the same tone that he had. “I told you that before but I followed your orders, I haven’t been snooping around”
But you still weren’t convincing.
Peter could feel and hear your heart beating erratically on your chest, he could see you chewing the inside of your cheek, he could feel your stiffened muscles.
“Mr. Stark, she hasn’t been-” Peter tried to intervene but was quickly cut off by Fury.
“Mr. Parker, you would follow Miss Stark in a blink of an eye” he stated gravelly as he glared at Peter with one eye. “We know that you two would be together if you did something”
Peter shut his mouth quickly, as he stared at you sorrowfully. You shrugged, trying to reassure Peter that he couldn’t intervene, you knew that you and Peter were a combo and they would blame him as much as you if they found out about something you did, especially regarding Felicia.
You felt the pressure of keeping her secret hidden, you felt your heart thundering on your chest as you remember Felicia’s eyes as she told you who she was, when she told you her name and when you had assured her that you could protect her.
You felt your heart sinking at the thought that you would break your promise.
“Where have you been lately? You haven’t been on your lab much” Tony asked suddenly, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Tell me the truth y/n or I swear to god”
“I’m seeing someone!” you snapped at Tony, breathing heavily.
All of the present Avengers turned towards you and your sudden outburst, Peter gawking at the fact that you were going to tell them something about Felicia? He felt goosebumps appearing on his skin as his eyes locked in with yours and you suddenly shrugged them off.
What the hell were you going to do now?
“I met her while hanging out with Peter’s friends, I’ve been busying seeing her” you stated while watching Tony seriously, who seemed as shocked as he could be. His gaping mouth and his eyebrows raised, watching you softly and you could see the concern on his face, you felt as if this was the chance for you to escape. “I’ve been spending time with her and I like her dad. I really don’t need this interrogation” you said as standing from the table, beginning to walk towards the door. “And you, all of you,” you said pointing at Steve and Fury too. “You are just mad because what I told you was going to happen finally did, but you didn’t listen!”
You spun on your heels, taking your jacket and quickly storming off into the Compound halls, you were shoving people left and right from your way. You weren’t sure where you wanted to go and you weren’t paying much attention to it as your mind wandered back to Felicia, she hadn’t call you since what had happened at the party and you weren’t sure if you would call her either. She had simply written a small message, "You okay", which you didn't answer.
You felt somehow upset and guilty about recent events; exactly you were upset about the fact that Felicia might have known about the attack on the Compound but she hadn’t warned you or told you anything about something that Kingpin could be planning. Moreover, you still felt pangs of guilt as you thought about your kiss with Peter, it wasn’t like you regret it, it had been something that you had wanted for so long and how he had leaned down and caught your lips, it made you feel breathless. But when you returned and saw Felicia, how she was looking for you, how she was waiting for you while you were barely fucking Peter in the bathroom.
When you finally stopped walking, you realized that you had ended up in the residence part of the Compound and you cursed under your breath. You hadn’t even been in your room of the Compound since you had left a couple of years ago, the last memories being of Peter and you, tangled beneath the sheets. You walked up to the door of your room and barely ordering HAPPY to open the door but you closed your eyes, feeling your heart squeezing on your chest, so you turned around but then you heard his voice.
“Hey” Peter muttered, as he quickly grabbed you by the arm, opening the door of your room and shoving you inside.
Sometimes you forgot how strong Peter was.
“Peter, stop!” you snapped at him as you shrugged off his arm, glaring at the boy with the caramel curls, who was looking at you carefully as if you were going to break at any moment.
And you hated it because you felt that if he kept watching you like that; you think you actually would.
But Peter noticed it right away.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Peter said softly as he took your hand delicately and you felt your heart sinking, but you still laced your hand with his.
“No, it’s not Peter” you whispered as you got closer to him, Peter instinctively open his arms for you to nest your head on his chest. “We can’t be sure that this is something that they have been planning or that I caused because of the warehouse”
“It’s not because of the warehouse” Peter assured you as he held you tighter for a second before you push away and stared into his eyes.
Peter noticed right away that your eyes were a bit glassy, your expression pained and doubt in the depths of your gaze. He knew that although he assured you that you weren’t the reason for the attack, he was aware that you wouldn’t believe him.
“How can you be so sure?” you asked, your voice a bit wavery. It was an honest question, sometimes you couldn’t understand how devoted Peter seemed to you, how he would say anything without hesitation in his eyes to make you feel okay; you were thankful for it but your mind went back to the person who might know the reason for the attack. You quickly took out your phone as you pulled farther away from Peter. “I have to ask Felicia about this”
Peter wanted to believe that it was his Spidey sense buzzing him, warning that you shouldn’t be talking to Felicia but as he watched you quietly while you typed furiously on your phone, he felt a small pang of jealousy tainting his heart. Nonetheless, he shook off his feelings, knowing that he really was concerned about your relationship with Felicia; she had left both of you in a place where you could’ve seriously gotten injured or kidnapped, and the next thing he knew you were making out with her as you danced together. That didn’t sit well with him.
“Don’t y/n” he muttered and you raised your head from your phone with a frown, looking back at Peter who crossed his arms over your chest “She’s… it’s dangerous”
You rolled your eyes at Peter’s statement and continue typing but before you knew it, you heard his web-shooters charging and before you could protest, he was pulling your phone away.
“She’s not!” you growled as you walked to him to snatch your phone away from his hold. “She has helped us through all of this”
Peter walked a few steps back while you came at him with a glare.
“What if she’s not helping us?” Peter protested softly until he reached a wall and you quickly managed to take your phone from his hand, going back to sit on your bed so you could keep texting her while Peter continued. “She’s working for Kingpin, she’s a criminal, we can’t trust her!”
“What’s your problem with her!?” you finally snapped at Peter with a fulminating glare.
And then Peter’s eyes narrowed, no longer trying to be soft regarding Felicia and you. You were enticed by her and he was worried.
“She’s manipulating you!” Peter fumed, standing next to you and towering over you. You could feel his glare was burning you as you stood up to face him, glaring at him defiantly.
“She’s not manipulating me!” you barked at him while jabbing your finger in his chest.
Peter scoffed with a sarcastic laugh as he passed a hand through his curls, rolling his eyes at your statement. You could feel the anger bubbling up on your chest at his reaction but you weren’t sure what angered you most, his attitude towards the whole thing or the fact that he was questioning your relationship with Felicia.
“Why are you even seeing her!?” Peter questioned you and you shot him a glare. “I didn’t even know you liked girls or cats! Or criminals!”
“Stop! I’ve known for a long time and that’s what matters!” you yelled back at him angrily, feeling the heat on your cheeks at Peter’s question. “Why do you care anyway?”
Peter’s mouth gaped and for a second, he was sure he was going to tell you how he felt about you but he tried to hold it in a little bit; hoping that a fight wouldn’t be the moment.
Not that he had much willpower to refrain himself.
“I’m not judging you, y/n” his voice a bit softer than before, as if he was trying to release some of the tension that had grown in the room. “What I’m saying is that I’m your best friend and you didn’t trust me enough to tell me?” he mumbled and you could feel the pain in his voice. “That I had to found out because she had her lips all over you at a party?”
You felt a little bit aback by Peter’s statement, even if you didn’t want to admit it Peter was indeed your best friend. Even with the feelings, even with the fights, he had stood by you, and although he had hurt you, he had managed to prove how sorry he was about it. A part of you wished it could hope that his words meant something more than what they probably were meaning but you didn’t want to dream about things that wouldn’t be.
“Peter, you have a girlfriend” you replied sternly as you walked away from him towards the door. “You are dating Gwen and it’s not your problem if I’m kissing someone else-”
But Peter could feel you slipping away, again, and the sinking feeling in his chest seemed to put more and more pressure with each step that you gave. You were walking away and desperation started to sink its teeth on Peter’s heart, the little willpower he had vanished completely when you were ready to order HAPPY to open the door.
“I love you, y/n!”
It felt like you were hit by a bolt of lightning, your movements stopped right away and part of you felt like it wasn’t real. You turned around to watch Peter watching you softly with his white t-shirt that framed his body perfectly, a pair of jeans, and some converse. The light coming into the room making him somehow look like a mythical being, the kind of guy in a movie that would end up with the main character at the ending.
It seemed surreal.
You had been waiting for Peter to say those words for so long, for so long that you gave him a confused look at first which was accompanied by your heart hammering like crazy on your chest. But the more that you thought about, as the seconds pass, as it began to click on your head, as you remember the pain from last time, the repercussions of his confession, it just irritated you.
“You, you just don’t” you answered back, sounding a bit more sorrowful than you had wished.
Peter’s nose wrinkled in annoyance as he walked over to you, to hold you, to look at you in the eyes and repeat it all the times that you wished to hear it.
“y/n, listen to me” he muttered softly as he cupped your face without warning, trapping you against the wall and his body. “I have loved you since I was fifteen. I’ve loved you through the fights, I’ve loved you through the laughs, I’ve loved you when you left, I’ve loved you through it all” he muttered softly as he leaned more into you. “Please”
The air seemed dense and you began to breathe heavily, tears brimming your eyes as you looked at the boy with freckles that seemed like galaxies on his face and the gold specks on his eyes that had made your heart skip a beat since you had met him. You felt at home with Peter holding you like that.
But you pulled away from him.
“Peter, we had sex and a couple of weeks later you are with Gwen. That is not love” you sniffled as you glared at him.
Peter felt like he couldn’t breathe as he saw your attitude, his tears threatening to fall from his eyes too as he gazed at you confused, he gave a few steps back.
“You escaped in the morning!” he yelled. “I wasn’t sure and you didn’t talk about it the next day so I assumed you wanted to forget about it.”
You didn’t.
If there was something you had never wanted to forget was Peter’s lips over you.
Some weeks had passed since that faithful night between the two of you, where Peter had shown you his scars and you had shown him yours. After that, the irredeemable shift in your relationship had become more than obvious for you, and the feelings, that you believed had been deep down on your heart for a long time, finally were coming up to the surface.
The semester had brought you so close that honestly, Tony and Harley argued that you two were attached to the hip, that Tony would have to surgically remove you from the other’s side since Peter only followed you like a lost puppy while Tony always found you leaning into Peter every time, he saw you two. The comments only made Peter’s and your feelings stronger, the blush on Peter’s cheeks while you tried to control the beating of your heart when Pepper mentioned that you looked cute together.
Nonetheless, neither of you had decided to make a serious move but the tension had still grown with time; the lingering touches as you trained, the longing stares you gave to the other while they weren’t looking, how you would automatically shift your positions so you could be held by the other better, the persistent smiles that lightened up your faces when you saw the other, the soft kisses placed in the other cheeks that left the other wondering what they meant.
So, when that night came around, what happened didn’t come as a surprise.
It was late at night; you and Peter had just arrived at the Compound from Stark Tower where Peter had been waiting for you to return from Boston. It had been a long day but when you saw Peter waiting for you on your bed at Stark Tower, you felt refresh and happy. You had been working on adding some type of new feature on HAPPY’s program but honestly, the trial run at Stark Tower hadn’t gone very well with some very upset workers of Stark Industries calling that you had made a hole on the floor of their office.
Therefore, it had been a no brainer to go to the Compound as soon as you had finished some final fixes on the new feature. It was a November night but for some reason, it wasn’t as cold as it had been the last couple of days, a nice breeze hit your face when you had driven Upstate and even more when you got down of the car. The only sounds that were heard when you entered the building, where the ones of the security system. Wanda and Vision were already in Europe for a break before they would arrive at the mission when the other's arrived, Sam and Bucky were already waiting for them at the place of meeting while Steve and Nat were with Fury in Washington to fix the final details on the mission, they would arrive a few weeks later to finally start the mission. And thus, you had the Compound for yourselves.
In all honesty, it had become one in a million opportunity to do your trial runs outside the gym or the usually designated area, and Peter and you took all the advantage you could have on the empty place, including stealing one of Tony’s wine bottles and taking them to your lab as you fixed the last bugs on the program a little bit tipsily and Peter, well Peter was already a bit too tipsy.
“Peter, if you don’t stop now, I swear to god” you threaten him as Peter was gazing back up at you as he had his head resting on his forearm while his upper body seemed to be sprawl on the desk in front of you, one of the bottles of wine next to him.
He had stayed silent for a few minutes, you wondered if it had taken you a moment to realize how close he was gazing back at you, and you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks getting hotter as each second passed. A part of you assumed it was because of the wine but another part of you was deeply hoping it wasn’t. You hadn’t seen his chocolate eyes beam like how they were while he looked at you, there seemed to be a small fire as he looked at you.
Peter was staring at you in awe and honestly, he was more than happy to do so. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that he had been able to stare at you while working as long as he had done it when he fell asleep next to you, he watched you sleep silently, and sometimes he felt how his heart was going to explode in his chest just by looking at how you nuzzle on his chest, how your hair fell in the perfect places, how long your lashes seemed when you close your eyes.
For him, you were perfect.
“Peter” you repeated, this time removing your gaze completely from your suit while glaring at him.
“I’m not doing anything bad!” Peter whined as he raised his hands from the table, but his gaze was still locked on you, you simply rolled your eyes.
“You are staring,” you said, fighting a smile to appear on your face while you got back to work, knowing that Peter wouldn’t stop.
“I can stare” Peter scoffed sarcastically as he took the bottle in his hands and poured more of the white wine that you had left. "You are beautiful"
You felt your breathing stop for a second but you tried to ignore his comment, crediting it to the alcohol.
“No, you can’t” you replied as you type a code on the hologram of a keyboard that you had in front of you while HAPPY showed you the statistics of the new feature on him.
“Why?” Peter replied without much prelude, taking one sip from his glass before he returned to the position that you had found him in before.
You shut your mouth for a bit, your mind trying to figure out what excuse to tell him since you couldn’t say “Oh, I’ve realized that I’ve loved you for a long time and you just staring at me is making me nervous and I might have a heart attack if you keep looking at me like that”
“Because you are making me lose concentration and I’m almost done” you lied with a long sigh while you kept doing your thing, trying to ignore Peter’s gaze piercing you from where he was looking, trying to ignore him was more than difficult.
But Peter didn’t reply, staring out at the holograms as you sat there, revising everything before you decided it was done, you didn’t notice the silence right away but then it hit you like a train.
“And done,” you said with a grin plastered on your face as the holograms began to disappear and effectively, only leaving you and Peter with each other. “Now, give me some of that wine or you’re going to drink all the bottle on your own”
Peter quietly passed you the bottle while you poured it on a glass you had close by. Then he decided to sit next to you on a chair that was hanging by while you sip from the glass, enjoying the taste of the white one. And then you knew there had been a shift in the atmosphere, something restless. Suddenly, you grew a bit anxious as you looked back at Peter, who was extremely close to you.
Not that it wasn’t normal, that Peter was always close to you but you just felt something odd as Peter watched your eyes carefully, there seemed to be fire dancing on his eyes.
“y/n,” he said softly, breaking the silence and getting closer to you for a second, leaning into you.
If you didn’t have any restrain at the moment, you would’ve to groan at Peter’s closeness and simply would grasp his face in your hands, pressing his lips against yours.
But if something was going to happen, you didn’t want to force it. You couldn’t handle to force it; you couldn’t handle to face the fact that maybe Peter didn’t feel the same way as you did or that he would back out if something happened.
It hadn’t crossed your mind that Peter was burning for you, that he felt the same way and he had been dreaming about kissing you for so long.
“What?” you whispered as Peter took a strand of your long hair and placed it behind your ears, a beat of silence while he performed his action and you simply tried to restrain yourself from shuddering as Peter crawled up next to you.
“Can I…” he muttered, words tapering off as his gaze went down to your lips for a second. You noticed as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat and you didn’t know if it was unconsciously but you also leaned into him. “May I… try something?”
“Yes”
Peter smiled for a second before he cupped your face while you stared up at him silently, your breath hitching from the heat in his gaze. Your eyes were wide as you held your breath in anticipation as Peter leaned down slowly, eyes on you, barely touching his lips to yours.
“Peter” you barely whimper against his lips, the sensation of his lips ghosting over you felt like it was too much.
And then Peter closed the space between both of you.
Sometimes you had wondered what it would be like to kiss Peter, truth be told, it had been one thing you had thought about since you had met him. His lips seemed so sweet to yours, they always felt like heaven when they touched your cheek or your hand, your forehead or the side of your head, occasionally a shoulder.
But having Peter’s lips against yours, as you tasted the wine on his mouth, it felt like Nirvana to you. Peter kissed you purposefully and with so much love that he felt that years of pinning after you had culminated right there and then. It seemed like all the love he had accumulated for you, all the laughs and smiles, all the conversations, all the tears shed together, all the fights together, all the nights together.
He felt full having you around, you gave him so much purpose, so much love, that he felt responsible to give it back in just one kiss, he was trying to give you all that you had given to him.
The kiss became more heated as the seconds pass, you felt Peter’s wandering hands over your body while you pull his caramel curls as you tried to match his energy. Peter stood up and without much thought, thanks to his super-strength, he pulled you up with him. Your body was growing hot with want -with need- and you whimpered softly as Peter’s lips fell to your neck while one of your hands tried to hold onto him for dear life as he continued his assault on your neck, then your collarbone, and then into the valley of your breast as you quickly took off the shirt that you were wearing and left it on the floor.
Mentally thanking yourself that you had decided to put on a pretty black bralette before you went out that day.
You felt your body growing hotter and hotter, your knees got weaker and weaker, and you could definitely feel the heat pooling in between your legs as Peter left hot kisses on your neck. You didn’t understand how Peter could have so much power over you, how he could make you lose yourself so easily by the way he was kissing you.
And then Peter raised from your chest and he gazed back at you slowly. Part of him felt like crying as he looked at you. You were flush, a little bit disarray just by kissing him, only on your bra and a pair of biker shorts but for him, you looked perfect. He had wanted to do this for so long and he even felt somehow guilty that he had locked away how he felt for you for so long, he regretted that he had wasted so much time that he felt the urge to kiss you again.
You had never seen Peter like that, he seemed almost feverish with his red cheeks while his wild eyes stared back at you as if he was taking you in. But there it was, the same gleam he had moments before, so bright and so loving that you felt like you could die right then and there just by the way he was looking at you, no one had ever looked at you like that. Peter didn’t let you even think about it for too long, as he pressed his lips against yours one more time.
You whimpered softly when Peter’s tongue slipped past your lips, tangling with yours as the intensity of the kiss grew and Peter tried backing you up against the table or anywhere really, he didn’t care. You could hear the different tools falling onto the floor, the clinking noises making you smile into the kiss, knowing it had been Peter’s and your excitement that made your lab a mess.
Peter backed you up against the wall, finally, and you moaned into your mouth as Peter’s hands began to dangerously trace your body, his touch burning you but you didn’t care anymore as you tugged him even closer as your entire body started heating in a way that only Peter could. Before you knew it, you hooked a leg on his waist as your mouths hungrily devour each other, he lifted you without hesitation or struggle, holding your bum with just one hand so you could wrap your legs around him.
And when he ground against you and you moaned in return, it seemed like there was no going back.
Peter stopped kissing you for a second, still holding you against the wall but with his eyes close while he placed his forehead against yours. Peter knew that if you kept going, there wasn’t going back and it wasn’t going to stop.
“y/n” he spoke, barely croaked as his chocolate eyes with golden speaks looked back at your y/e/c eyes. “Do you want to this? Are you sure?”
You knew that Peter was a virgin, and you also knew that Peter was aware that you were a virgin as well. So, it meant that if you decided to continue, you would be each other's first. He wanted to be sure that you felt comfortable and happy that it would be him, what he didn't know is that you had been wanting this deeply.
“Peter”, you whispered back at him, your hand combing Peter’s caramel curls, making his eyes flutter close for a second as you smiled fondly. “I want this, I want to do this with you, please”
It was all it took.
Your lab wasn’t far away from the living space on the Compound, but it felt like it took ages for you and Peter to get there. Peter’s hands weren’t leaving your body and honestly, you didn’t want them to leave your skin, you chased his lips as you tried to walk while kissing, moaning, groaning, and giggling while you tried to reach your room.
But when you reach it, it didn’t take long for both of you to barely rip your clothes off, so you remain only in your underwear.
You fell into your bed with a sigh while Peter followed you quickly. Your body was buzzing in anticipation as Peter kissed you everywhere while he settled between your legs. The only sounds in your room were the heavy breathings and moans as your hand gripped the sheets harder when you felt the hot slow kisses on your neck and then he reached your chest again.
“Can, can I-” Peter stumble in his words but you simply knew what he meant and you quickly took off your bra, letting your chest free.
Peter felt like he was out of breath as be watched you, breathing heavily on your bed, only on your underwear while looking at him with the same heated gaze he guessed he had, while your chest was splotchy, flushed red, especially all over your neck and collarbone from where he had been kissing you and he just attacked your chest right away.
The way Peter caressed your body, sucking on your breast, tongue swirling on your nipple while one hand was playing with the other felt like too much for you. You moaned, feeling electricity on your body as you gripped the sheets tighter and tighter.
“Peter”, you moaned, causing Peter to groan in response to his name falling from your lips like that, he dug even deeper his fingers into the flesh. “Yes!”
You raised from where you were a bit as Peter pulled back, you could already see his obvious arousal on his boxers and you felt your core pulsing at the thought of Peter inside of you. And then Peter’s hands travel down your body, he took the band of your thong and before you knew it, he had already torn them off. You gasped with a smile as Peter chuckled and began to kiss you on your belly, his lips traveling where you wanted them the most.
The way Peter was eating you out, made your legs began to ache as he buried himself into your core. You were sure that you had stopped breathing by the way his tongue swirl on your clit and then inside of you, his thumb occasionally pressing on your clit while you screamed his name. It was such an unbelievable turn on to watch Peter between your legs, trying to coax an orgasm out of you while you closed your eyes, moaning long and high as wave after wave of fire passed violently through your body.
You barely came, your thighs already shaking as he came back up and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips while you smiled, tasting yourself, already feeling a bit dizzy by Peter’s mouth on your core but before Peter realized, you quickly slide your hand between the both of you and grasp his length in your hand. You hoped he didn’t notice as your eyes widened when you realize how big he was, Peter hissed as he felt how cold your hands were and he couldn’t help but bury his face into his neck as you began to rotate your hands and stroking it, you loved his strangled moans as you licked your palm and stroke him more and more, it was driving him insane but quickly he countered the attack, you felt his hand on your core, stroking your heat with a long moan as he touched you.
It was far too intimate than anything else you both had experienced, your foreheads pressed together and mouths open as moans and groans escaped your lips as you both worked on the other.
“y/n” Peter grunted as you mewled loudly when he massaged your clit and began pumping two fingers inside you. “You are so wet”
You whimper at his comment.
It was frenetic how he pumped his fingers and your hands had to stop taking care of him for a moment as you bucked your hips with his rhythm.
“Shit” you whispered as he sped up the pace and before you knew it, you turned on him. “I’m on the pill”
Peter felt a bit surprised as to how you had changed positions so fast while you climbed over him and took a hold of the headboard. Peter quickly took a grip of your hip while you took his length and ran the tip of it along your folds. Peter’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull while you whimpered, smiling a bit at his reaction. But then, you guided him to your opening before sinking on him, trying to go as deep as you could while you both let out loud moans.
“y/n, you are … fuck” Peter whispered but his words tapered off.
The feeling of being filled was something you hadn’t ever thought about, it was overtaking you how Peter was feeling inside of you, how you were squeezing him like a vice. Peter had to close his eyes for a moment to concentrate, because of the way you felt around his cock, he was sure that the minute he let go, he was going to come.
But you gave Peter no warning as you started to move, hands on his chest while you roll your hips forwards, Peter moving your hips to with his hands to match his thrusts.
“Y/N…”, he grunted. Peter squeezed his eyes shut as his jaw clenched while you leaned down and pressed your forehead against him.
“Peter…”, you muttered as you felt him filling you up.
It all felt so good, feverish heat, both of you were nearly hyperventilating as your eyes locked while you both moved in synch. The way you were bobbing up and down Peter’s laps as he began to thrusts into you harder, and harder. His hand pulling you by the hips, hard, to meet his moves. You could see Peter’s abs tightened and how his eyes glowed with determination as he got more and more desperate and you did too.
Before you knew it, Peter pushed you off his lap for a second, you laid on the bed as he hovered over you and began to thrust into you harder and harder while you wrapped your legs around his waist. Already clenching around Peter’s length by the way he was burying himself into you.
Sex with Peter wasn’t a new idea to you but you had no idea how passionate and how fervent it would’ve been. The reactions that you were getting from Peter made you shuddered, how he was moaning and groaning because of you, the way he had to close his eyes a moment so he could focus on you, but most importantly how when your foreheads fell inevitably together; he looked down at you as if you were a goddess.
For a slight moment, the desperation and fire and lust were all gone, only love filling both of you up. It felt almost like an out-of-body experience. It was more intense than anything you had experienced before and there was no one else you wanted to experience it with.
Before you knew it as your eyes once again rolled into the back of your skull and you were screaming in ecstasy as your body spammed because of the orgasm. Peter quickly followed you, it was just too much, your heat and how it was pulling him inside you, clamping around him, he came loudly as a shiver ran through his body.
"y/n!"
"Peter!"
When you came, both of your bodies quivering from your release, your hearts lurched so strongly on your chests that you couldn’t seem to catch a breath. There was something at that moment that had irrevocably changed everything between you two, something that meant to you that you loved each other even more than you had actually believe.
And as you cuddle with Peter after the fact, you realized that it was so much stronger than what you had anticipated. Even more, as Peter lovingly pulled you into him as he normally did when you slept together, his chest flush against your back with an arm wrapped around your waist as he kissed your back softly.
It was so pure and so intimate.
And it scared you a bit.
So, when you heard Peter’s words, telling you that he hadn’t said anything because of your actions, while you glared at him in the same room where it had happened, years later, you couldn’t avoid feeling a pang of guilt.
You had woke-up earlier the morning after and when Peter woke-up and met you in the kitchen of the Compound where Steve already was for the final details of his mission, so you couldn’t talk about it. But then neither of you brought it up, neither of you talked about it, neither of you acted very differently, neither of you said anything and it seemed as if it was put to rest, hurting both of you.
Peter feeling hurt that you never said anything and you feeling scared that he might regret it.
A couple of weeks later, Peter was making out with Gwen and you were taking a quinjet to Europe.
“Well, then you are the most clueless person I’ve met and anyway you are still with Gwen so back off” you growled at Peter, ready to turn around again and exit the room. “You see me with somebody new, having fun and then you’re hurt?”
Peter’s mouth gaped as he wrinkled his nose, a bit confused as he remembered that you didn’t know what had happened between him and Gwen, he remembered that you hadn’t even talked about it, it hadn’t even come up in his head that he had broken up with his girlfriend of over a year and that he had been so stupid and didn’t mention it at all.
“I’m not with Gwen anymore, y/n” he stated seriously.
Your expression fell from your face as you gazed back at Peter in disbelief and you could feel the tension growing in the air. Your eyes were scanning him as if you were trying to decipher if he was telling you the truth.
“What do you mean?” you asked, the wobbliness on your voice gave away that you were deeply affected.
Because it meant that…
“We broke up before I went looking for you, y/n” Peter explained, looking up to you almost regretfully that he hadn’t told you before.
Now it all made sense for you. The pit on your stomach that you were feeling because Peter had kissed you while he still had a girlfriend was gone. If Peter had chosen you over her, then it meant that everything that Peter was saying was the truth, it meant that Peter was indeed in love with you and that he had always been.
That you had missed each other’s moments, that you were stupid for letting the other one keep going without them knowing the true nature of your feelings, that both of your hearts rose when the other entered the room, that the lingering looks and touches were something more as you had always wanted them to be, that there had always been something more.
And you wanted to vomit because you realized that you had wasted so much time.
You opened your mouth slightly but then you heard your phone ringing.
Felicia Hardy, the name appeared on your phone and it almost felt like a reminder that you still needed to feel guilty about what you had done and that there was someone else out there that -you hoped- had the same feelings for you too.
“I have to pick this up” you whispered as you showed Peter your phone and turned around, already asking HAPPY to open the door for you.
Peter walked quickly towards you, following you. “We were together yesterday Y/N, you don’t want to talk about that?” Peter called, grasping his hand in one of yours.
You turned around softly, a part of your mind wanting to say yes so badly as you watched Peter with sorrow, his eyes rimmed red as he watched you. He was crying and you felt like you wanted to nest in his arms forever, to tell him that it was okay but it wasn’t the moment, Peter hadn’t been there but Felicia had.
“I do but, Felicia has this information, and if I don’t go now then it can change” you breathed, regret drawn on your face as you ordered HAPPY to open the door.
You left Peter there, and Peter stood for a moment alone in that room as he tried to compose himself.
Felicia was waiting for you on a rooftop, on her Black Cat outfit and closer to Stark Tower that you both had ever been since she had taken you to Coney Island, but not too close that it could be risky. You landed, hard, the characteristic metal sound of your suit made Felicia smirk. Her suit was hugging her body while her silver hair was glowing around her face and a part of you wished that she didn’t look that good considering you were a little bit mad at her.
You couldn’t help to go back to Peter’s words about her while you flew there.
So, when Felicia opened her mouth, with her plump lips, you cut her right off.
“Did you know?” you asked her with a growl, as the nanobots disappeared from your face.
Felicia furrowed her eyebrows. “What? Obviously not!” she cried, looking offended by the question.
“It’s not funny Felicia, you know what they did? They blew a fucking hole in the Compound” you snapped at her; your eyes fiery. “They could’ve hurt Bruce if he wasn’t in his Hulk persona and now my father is suspicious about what we’ve been doing” you couldn’t even hide the frustration on your voice while she walked towards you with determination, almost prowling.
Felicia glared at you, centimeters away from your face but you saw a glimpse of trepidation in your eyes, but you ignored it as you heard her answer. “I told you that I didn’t know”
You didn’t know if it was because she was so close to you, by the fact that her demeanor always seemed to distract you or the fact that Peter’s words about your relationship with her were ringing in the back of your head. You knew that your frustration and anger weren’t totally about what had happened in the Compound, they were just a part, you were angry because you really trusted her and care about her, your feelings were becoming deeper as the days passed and you didn’t want Peter to be right about her.
“I need to know if what we have, whether it’s a friendship or something more, it’s real” you stated seriously, eyes locked together.
But it seemed to only make her even angrier.
“Why are you doubting it now?” she asked bitterly while giving a step back from you. “Is it because of Spiderboy? I know that something happened between you two yesterday. I’m not dumb” she answered back.
You felt your heart sinking on your chest, it felt as if someone had slapped you but you retain your cool, even getting annoyed at her statement, even more after what she had said about her hookups.
“Felicia, don’t” you warned her while you looked away from her, into the city.
“Yes, y/n. I’m bringing it up” Felicia snapped, crossing her arms as her black suit seemed to shimmer even more while she turned around. The way you were using your actual names let you know that you were, for the first time, really fighting.
And you became livid. Livid because with what face could she be telling you something about kissing someone else? Your jaw became slightly unhinged and a sharp glint in your eyes let Felicia know that you were, for the first time since you met, extremely mad at her.
“It isn’t like you care about it!” you spat cruelly, as you got a bit closer to her.
“I do!” she sneered, glaring up at you as she walked towards you.
You didn’t know if you had said what you said to her because it felt like what you had experienced with Peter all along. Peter hadn’t done anything about his feelings, except for that night, and even after that nothing happened. You didn’t know if it was because you felt weak that you hadn’t brought it up or mad that Peter hadn’t been brave enough to bring it up either.
You were so done with staying silent with your feelings and you hated that you felt like this was the same as before.
“Then show me!” you yelled at Felicia with closed eyes, as if you were trying to restrain the tears that might’ve escape because of the memories flowing again.
And that was all it took for Felicia to crash your lips against yours, tongues tangling, battling for dominance as you grasped each other, gripped each other as if Felicia and you were trying to express with your hands how much you cared about the other.
It was frantic, it was intense. You were caressing each other as if you apologizing with your lips, apologizing with your hands by what had happened. As if you were reaffirming to each other that you did care, that there was something between you, and that you weren’t playing.
It left you gasping for air while Felicia whimpered on your lips by the sheer force of the kiss. Your heart was pounding wildly on your chest as you pulled back with a smile, foreheads together.
“I’m sorry” you muttered as your hands fell to her hips while she had hers on your shoulders. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or trapping you in something you are not ready for”
She smirked, licking her lips while she gave a step back. “It’s okay Stark, glad to know that you do care and a lot more” her voice dripping sugar while she smirked.
You rolled your eyes, embarrassed by her statement. “So, can I trust you?”
Felicia stayed silent for a few seconds and you could tell there was a slight glint of unease on her eyes but before she could say anything, her watch began to beep, she removed the end of her glove to see who was calling.
“It’s Kingpin”
You held your breath at the mention of his name. You remember how Kingpin had been looking at you while you flew away from the club, the vibrations of his steps when you had seen him on the warehouse, the choleric expression on both occasions. How threatening he was and how dangerous his eyes looked.
And it scared you.
“I need to go” Felicia stated solemnly as she began to walk away from you.
You weren’t sure if it was because of the kiss you just had, or because of the memories of Kingpin but you ran to her, grasping her hand on yours.
“Hey” you whispered and Felicia turned around a bit surprised. “Just be careful?”
She smirked at how you repeated her words.
“Sure, Stark,” she said sweetly.
Before you knew it, she quickly pecked you on the lips but you restrained her a bit, thanking mentally that you still you had your suit on. She kissed you deeply and fervently, it was softer than before and as if something had changed.
Her lips tasted like cotton candy, and you whimpered as your mouths danced together.
But then she pulled back, she gave you another quick peck and then disappeared in the night.
You were fairly close to Stark Tower but you weren’t sure if you even wanted to go there anymore, part of you wondering if you should crash MJ’s since you had been texting but you knew that you had to face both Peter and Tony, rather soon than later.
When you arrived at Stark Tower, landing on the terrace of the penthouse, the suit quickly dematerialized as you entered the living room to hear a conversation happening in the kitchen. You enter the kitchen to see Pepper, Tony, Morgan, Harley, and Peter just sitting down to have dinner. Tony finishing the last touches on the salad before they all look up to you.
You didn’t say anything, simply muttering a hey as you took your place next to Harley and Pepper, and in front of Tony, who was just sitting down, Peter was a bit slumped on his chair while he looked at you, in an almost apprehensive way.
“What are you doing here?” you asked him without much prelude while you began to serve yourself the food and thanking Pepper as she passed you a bit of salad, Peter rolled his eyes.
“Peter always comes for dinner,” Pepper said with a smile while she served Morgan her plate, obviously trying to turn down the tension in the room. “Your dad always invites him”
“Not since I returned,” you said with a shrug as you flashed your eyes to Peter, who looked away right away.
Peter was still upset with you and it was more than obvious. He was frowning and he felt hurt, and he felt that he didn’t have to hide it really, it wasn’t a secret. Tony had found him in your room, he was still tearful at what had just happened. He felt so stupid that he didn’t tell you anything before and he felt his heart twisting on his chest as his mind repeated, over and over again, the image of you leaving years ago and now. So, Tony being the good surrogate father that he was, invited Peter to cheer him up a bit.
Not that it was really working.
“Oh, that’s because he was scared shitless about you and your tantrums” Harley answered with a bright smile, salad dripping from his chin as he wiggled his eyebrows.
You quickly took a cherry tomato from your plate and threw him on the face, he tried to block it but it hit him right in the eye, you truly did have a great aim. Harley’s groans made Morgan giggled as she clapped at the scene and you smiled at your little sister, winking your eye.
“Hey, hey kids,” Pepper said as if to calm things down as she took another bite of her plate while shaking her head at your manners.
And then, Tony finally spoke.
“Peter was upset, so I decided to invite him,” he said nonchalantly as he sipped a bit of wine that he had served for him and Peter.
You looked up to him, your heart was hammering on your chest, you could feel yourself starting to sweat and you felt the familiar knot on your throat. But if there was a time to talk about it, it was now. You were silent for a moment, sucking on your fork for a moment before putting it down and clearing your throat. Tony got the cue right away and his gazed lock on yours.
You rolled your eyes at the feeling of finally having to say it out loud. “It’s okay dad, we can talk about it”
Tony nodded, a slight smile tugging on the corners of his lips. He was pleased that you had agreed to talk to him about your sexuality, and at the dinner table nonetheless.
“Look, I’m glad that you are seeing someone but I’m afraid that you didn’t tell me about it” Tony’s statement landed on silence and it surprised you a bit. You knew that he was open about it, but you figured he would be a little bit more shocked about the fact that you were seeing a girl than about the fact that you didn’t tell him. Strangely it made your heart warm. “You don’t trust me?”
You blinked. “I thought it was common knowledge”, you said with a shrugged as you sunk in your chair a bit.
“For me and Harley” Pepper intervened, your head snapped at her statement as she pointed to Harley and herself with her fork. “It seems like these two were clueless,” she said calmly as she pointed at Peter and Tony
“I wasn’t clueless!” Peter protested from his seat as Pepper rolled his eyes with a smile. He was clueless.
“Oh, come on Spiderling” Harley stated as glanced at Peter with a smirk. “Your jaw almost dropped to the floor when Felicia was kiss-OUCH!” you pinched Harley in the arm so hard that you were sure that he was going to bruise, and soon.
You glared at him but it was too late, Pepper and Tony were already glancing at each other, moving their eyebrows as you felt your ears and cheeks heat up at their interaction, clearly amused.
“So, that’s a pretty name” Pepper addressed with a smile proudly while Tony nodded, while Peter grumbled under his breath but no one listened, except for you.
“You can invite her to the gala, it’s in a couple of weeks” Tony offered with a smile as he took another bite of his plate, he was trying to be very cool about it but he was definitely freaking out about it.
Because other than Peter, you had never truly had something more than a friendship.
“Yeah, we’ll see. It’s very casual” you said with shrug, as you fill up your mouth quickly so you couldn’t answer more questions.
Tony and Pepper's eyes linked as they nodded surprised but with a smile. “oH” they said at the same time, causing Morgan and Harley to giggle.
Peter huffed, this time loudly and you shot him an annoyed glared. Peter was upset, it was obvious and you couldn’t avoid feeling mortified that you had caused him to feel that way. A dark, dark part of you remember how the day that Peter had kissed Gwen, you had wished him to feel the same as you were feeling. You knew it was an intrusive thought and that you had regretted it, right away but it pained you that something you had wished for in a moment of fury, to no other than your best friend, was happening.
“Why it’s Spiderling here so annoyed?” Tony stated as he glanced at Peter and shook his head. “You had been in a mood all day”
“He’s jealous,” Harley said uninterestedly while he took another bite, Peter quickly raised his head from the plate as he shot an annoyed look at Harley. “Doesn’t like y/n’s girl” which caused you to snap your head towards Harley with a glare.
Not that he really cared about Peter or your glare.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Tony asked with furrowed eyebrows, genuinely confused.
“He broke up with her” Harley stated which made Tony suddenly watch Harley with mouth gaped, then you, and then at Peter.
Clearly, trying to get the gist of what was going on between the two of you.
Instead of Peter answering, he took a cherry tomato off his plate and threw it at Harley across the table, and although he tried to dodge it, it hit him right on the nose. It only caused Morgan to giggle again, Harley to groan as he took a hold of his nose, and Pepper to roll her eyes.
“Well, I’m very glad that you felt that you didn’t have to hide who you are,” Tony said with a smile, trying to leave whatever was going on with Peter behind. “We are very happy if you are happy”
“Exactly” Pepper assured you as she took a hold of your hand and squeezed it.
And at that moment you felt genuine happiness.
“Thanks, dad and Pepper” you answered, trying to hold back your tears.
“Hey, I supported it” Harley whined next to you as he nudged you in the arm and you simply smiled back at him.
But then, your gaze fell to where Peter was sitting. He was quiet, shoving his hands in his pockets and clearly avoiding your gaze, but he could feel it burning him and so, he looked back. You watched his entire body lock up when your gazes link and honestly, it took Peter a split second to compose himself because you were looking so beautiful and so happy that it made his heart barely burst on his chest; it still hurt but you were happy.
And that was all that mattered to him.
“Just know that I love who you are, nothing else matters” Peter stated firmly with a half-smile and you felt like you could breathe again.
“To y/n’s coming out dinner” Tony offered right away as he raised his glass, causing you to groan and cover your face with your hands in embarrassment at Tony’s statement while Harley laughed with him.
You rolled your eyes as the laughs quieted down and you shook your head at your dad who was smiling at you sweetly. You look back at your plate and began to play with your fork for a second, smile still plastered on your face.
“I have to give thanks to you dad, you showed me the ropes especially with that crush you had on Stephen Strange,” you said nonchalantly and you didn’t need to raise your head to know that Tony was shook at your statement.
Soon, the whole room erupted in laughter, especially from Harley and Pepper, Peter and Morgan accompanied them with small giggles. You laughed as you look at your dad getting red as time pass and shaking his head at your comment, playfully throwing a cherry tomato to your face, which bounced on your forehead but didn’t stop your laughter.
“It was so obvious,” Pepper said, after a while as she tried to calm herself and she raised her glass of wine, giggling.
You smiled as you look at the people who you considered your core family. The people that had shaped you drastically, they were the nuclear bunch. And you couldn’t help but feel elated that they were there, accepting you, happy that you were happy and Peter who simply said those words, it seemed like your life was perfect at that moment.
But your mind wondered back at Felicia, hoping that she was okay.
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I’m sorry that I’m off schedule with this chapter but that internship started strong and soom i’m going to be starting my last year at law school. I’ll try to do my best to update weekly with a few days moving, maybe. Anyway, so we have SMUT in this chapter, it was a little bit hard to right but please tell me if you thought it was okay?? i know it’s not the smut that a lot of people wanted but that might come soon enough. O and also the fight, i think that this was the culmination of a really big burden for Peter and y/n to hide their feelings, especially y/n like I loved writing that scene with Felicia. I’m happy about this chapter and that’s why I put so much time into it, and sorry if the last part isn’t as detail as the rest, it was hard to write and i just really wanted to post it but like tony <3 and <3 pepper<3 are so cute as accepting parents. as they should. Hope you like it really and you are excited to see what’s going to happen. I’m really excited to see your comments and what you thought because your comments make my day and i’m really happy that you have enjoy this.
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Feelings Suck
Uswnt x reader
⚠️T/W: implication to emotional/verbal abuse? Bullying, lil bit of self-harm maybe? lemme know if it’s something else.⚠️
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Your first call up to the national team came when you were 16. This had been your dream since you first started watching and playing soccer. Being able to train with such inspirational and empowering women was amazing.
When you arrived, you were kind of shy at first. You honestly didn’t expect to be called up again, so you figured there was no point in trying to get to know everyone and develop relationships.
Much to your surprise, you had been asked to attend another camp. Then, you started to get to know the ladies more and you learned that they were amazing people.
The women were so understanding and just nice in general. If only the media and your classmates had been the same.
Before you had been called up, you weren’t very popular at school. Many didn’t notice you were there; you were essentially invisible to everyone even some teachers. But after you made your debut, things started to change.
You had never yearned for popularity, but hoped it was the good kind if it ever did come to you. But when it came to you, it came fast, hard, and unexpected yet not the way you hoped.
People started pointing out flaws; saying you weren’t good enough to be playing with such great athletes or that you didn’t look like other soccer players.
Not only that, but the media had ripping your ass as well. Almost every time you looked, your social media was full of your mistakes. From compilations of your greatest fails to commentators.
The supposed fans of the Uswnt, were absolutely ruthless to you. Always saying that you didn’t deserve your spot and anybody was easily ten times better than you.
You had your teammates and surely they’d understand what you were going through. The thought of asking for help had crossed your mind multiple times; when you saw Christen just watching television the first time you were roomed together. Or when you and Tobin had spent the day together going to get lunch. There were plenty of times you could’ve reached out, but the constant overthinking and weight you had on your shoulders told you otherwise.
You tried not to let it get to you, but when you hear something so much you start to believe it. If being on the national team gave you this much baggage, you’d rather be invisible like before.
You always thought that you’d burden people with your problems. Everybody has issues of their own that some didn’t know about, but they carried on. That’s what you thought. If people can get through their issues then so can you.
Day by day, the team noticed that your behavior had changed. You didn’t talk as much and you weren’t as chipper as usual.
You didn’t do your daily morning yoga with Christen often opting to do some light training instead. You no longer went skateboarding with Ash and Tobin, but spent your time in your hotel room looking at stats or ways to improve your play. It didn’t matter to you how much time it took.
You just wanted someone to recognize that you’re something; that’s what you always longed for. Each time someone said something about your horrible play, your parents were only being proved right. They always told you that you’d never get anywhere with the sport; that there were athletes much better than you. But you always pushed past that, desperate to show them that you could and would make it. Yet now, it just seems like they were just telling the truth.
You had gotten off the phone with your parents not long ago. Both of them screamed at you for a good thirty minutes, complaining that you had wasted their money on soccer. Complaining that you had no right to be such a bad player when they gave you everything you needed. Of course you felt guilty; they manipulated you to think it’s your fault.
So here you were once again, sitting at the hotel’s desk trying to get it together. You had training in an hour so you had to suck it up.
Before you could start getting ready, Alex, your roommate, came in with Kelley, Allie, Christen, and Tobin.
You quickly wiped away your tears and hoped you didn’t look like you were about to breakdown. Thankfully, luck was on your side today.
Alex came over and sat on her bed along with Kelley and Allie, “Hey kiddo, we’re just gonna hang out for a bit til training. What were you up to?”
You hadn’t really been doing anything since the phone call so you just came up with a lie, “Nothing much. Just on my phone.”
The women had started engaging in conversation, so you decided to just get ready.
Grabbing your clothes, you went to take a shower. Once you stepped inside, you tried avoiding the mirror all together, but it was so hard. It was right there; right in front of you. It was impossible for you to ignore.
When you turned and got a glimpse of yourself, all you heard were your classmates. ‘You’re too big to be a soccer player.’ ‘You’re never gonna make it big.’ ‘You’re worthless, whatever you do is for nothing.’
You blocked out their voices, but soon came your parents’. ‘You’re wasting our money.’ ‘You’re not good enough’ ‘We should’ve given you away when we had the chance.’
Those had been things you’d heard before; the last one always hitting you the hardest. Maybe they were right. Maybe you were just a nobody with no guaranteed future with this sport. Maybe you should just quit it all...
Christen had gone quiet after you made it into the bathroom. She noticed some of your odd behavior especially quick since she didn’t have her yoga buddy anymore.
The others kept talking but the more the forward thinks about it, your mood has surely been dampening. You hadn’t spoken to her about anything, but she hoped that you did feel comfortable to speak to her when you were having problems.
Christen speaks up as she no longer can keep this to herself, “Has anybody else noticed (Y/n)’s been acting weird lately?”
The other athletes in the room contemplate for a second before nodding their heads, already trying to figure out what was wrong.
Kelley had been scrolling through social media at the time and happened to come across some comments, “Uh, guys? I think I have an idea of what’s going on.”
Everyone in the room immediately snapped their heads over to the defender and crowded around her. Allie was the first to see and started reading one, “‘(Y/n) (L/n) honestly needs to be removed from the team. Literally anyone would be a better choice, like come on.’ That has over one hundred likes. There’s no way she hasn’t seen any of these.”
The women all shared sad looks. Christen was about to say something but you opened the door, having finished getting ready.
Everyone scrambled back to their respectful spots and you raised an eyebrow at their frantic behavior.
Shaking your head, you decide to go down to the lobby to be alone and hopefully clear your head.
Before you could even make it to the door, someone had called you, “Hey (y/n)?”
You sighed before answering, “Yes, Alex?”
“Where you going?”
You just wanted to go somewhere without being questioned for once. You understood that you were the youngest, but the level of overprotectiveness these women have is off the charts.
“No, I’m not leaving the hotel. Yes, I have my phone. Yes, I have my key card. I’m just going to the lobby to chill for a bit before practice.”
You had been through the exact same interrogation almost every time you wanted to leave your hotel room.
Luckily, before Alex could grill you any further, Christen stepped in, “It’s fine (y/n), just go ahead.”
You muttered a small bye and walked out the door. When you were halfway down the hall and heard the door close, you let one of your tears fall.
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When it was time for practice, you had just been off your game. You were missing shots you normally wouldn’t, your tackles were messy, and everything was just an overall mess right now. And everyone else could tell.
Every word read or that was spoken to you were just in your brain, making themselves at home. They were right there, always reminding you what a failure you are and that you’ll always be one. They were there letting you know that your parents were right all along. They were there making themselves known in any way possible.
You were so close to breaking down at this point. Vlatko took you off the field and told you to get yourself together. You honestly didn’t know if you could anymore.
You were so close to breaking and didn’t know if anyone could pick up the leftover pieces.
Sitting down on the sidelines, you immediately put your knees to your chest and tucking your head in between them. You tried to calm down, but it was so hard. Your senses were dialed to 11 and everything was too much. You decided to get up and go to your bag where you kept your phones along with your earbuds.
You quickly scrambled to get them on; anything to block out the chaos of your brain was good at the moment. All unaware of the worried eyes on you.
In that moment, the team had decided to get to the bottom of this and help you.
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You shouldn’t have expected to be able to hide this forever. You shouldn’t have expected to be able to use homework as an excuse to not hang out forever.
When there was a mandatory team bonding called in your and Alex’s room, you knew something was about to happen. Whether that something was about to benefit you was the question.
When you got to the hotel, you expected that you’d be able to shower then relax a bit and prepare yourself for the inevitable conversation you were about to have with all 20+ women on the team.
So when you did step out of the restroom, you absolutely did not expect over 40 eyes already on you.
“Nope.”
“Ah, ah, ah, no,” Ali said while walking over to you, dragging you with her to her spot and pulling you onto her lap. Your eyes widened slightly and you immediately moved yourself to the spot next to her.
Everyone was thinking similar things. You usually loved your cuddles and they’d always make you feel better if you were stressed because of school or anything else.
“So,” Ash said, “you wanna tell us what’s been going on?”
You simply looked down at your fidgeting hands and shrugged your shoulders. “What’s there to tell?”
Ali shrugs her shoulders as well, “Oh I don’t know. Maybe how you were off your game today.”
When have I ever been on my game?
“Or how you’ve been distancing yourself from everyone.”
I don’t deserve to be here anyway.
“Or—“
“Okay, okay. I don’t know what you want me to say,” you muttered.
You were panicking. This is overwhelming you and you didn’t really want to have much human interaction after training.
“Look, you don’t have to go into detail,” Tobin said. She was always chill and her demeanor relaxed you a bit. “You can just give us a gist and let us help you. Please, (y/n). We care about you and your behavior shows something is wrong. Let us help.”
And there was the guilt trip.
Tobin’s words started to make you tear up.
After much hesitation you decide to say something (more like mumbled).
“They say things.”
Ali takes your face in her hands and lifts it up, forcing your bloodshot eyes to make contact with hers.
“Can you speak up sweetie?”
“They say things,” you spoke with a tremble in your voice.
“Who says things?”
“Everybody. They all do.”
Every woman in the room shares glances. They knew you were still going to school when you didn’t have camp so hate could be extended there too.
Christen decides to contribute to the conversation, “You know what anyone says isn’t true, right?”
You shrugged again.
“(Y/n),” Kelley spoke sternly.
“What?” You finally snapped. Every word after this just spilled out of you like a dam.
“I’ve been hearing it for the past 17 years, do you not expect me to believe it! I see it everyday, there's no hiding it.”
There it was. You snapped. Everything was coming out. Your body shook from sobs and Ali quickly pulled you closer into her embrace.
There was no dry eye. No one knew of your home situation and now the cat’s out of the bag.
“(Y/n),” you were pulling your hair; the pain always grounded you.
“(Y/n)!”
“What?!”
Ali grabbed your wrist and gently yanked them from your head.
“You’re having a panic attack. Breathe.”
You were shaking your head, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
It took at least 10 minutes to calm down. The team gave you a few more minutes to regroup.
When you became more aware of your surroundings, you realized how much your head was hurting.
While you were hiding in Ali’s shoulder, everyone asked questions.
“What do you mean 17 years, (y/n)?” Casey asked.
“My parents. They say stuff too. I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Okay, okay. Let’s just go to sleep, alright?” Ali always knew how to calm you down.
You nodded and hummed into her neck and fell asleep soon after.
From then on, the team was going to protect you. How? They didn’t know at the moment, but they were absolutely determined.
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Combing through every single episode of Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous for Yasammy moments to write meta analysis about part 2 (parts 1, 3, and 4)
After Yaz breaks her ankle we have this moment of Sammy expressing her gratitude and admiration, Sammy wants to let Yaz know she sees how strong, brave, and deeply caring Yaz is but, as Brooklyn points out, Yaz isn’t in a place to hear her and needs time and space to process her feelings about Sammy’s secret double life as a spy, she goes into self-defense mode and pushes Sammy away again
Just as a side note, I find it really interesting how Brooklyn reaches out to Sammy to give her advice about Yaz, Brooklyn is the one who caught Sammy spying and it’s Brooklyn’s phone that Sammy stole and accidentally broke so I think it’s very cool of Brooklyn to step in because she can see that Sammy is hurting over her fallout with Yaz and is in desperate need of a supportive friend
Sammy definitely backs off trying to talk to Yaz but continues to show her care and concern in little ways like asking the group if there is another way to get to the dock besides going on foot so Yaz doesn’t hurt herself more, on the monorail when Ben gets carried off by Pteranodons and they assume that he’s dead it hits all of them really hard, Sammy starts to panic and Yaz forgets for a moment that she’s supposed to be mad and instinctively comforts her before remembering all of their circumstances, Sammy can’t help herself when she sees Yaz fall as they’re running for the dock after the group has to abandon the monorail and rushes over to check on her, Yaz is clearly still angry and refuses Sammy’s help, but by the time they actually reach the dock we can see that Yaz has realized she really does need Sammy’s help and support (both physically and for emotionally) and that there are worse things that could happen than Sammy telling some lies for her family’s sake, at this point we can see that Yaz has decided to work on forgiving Sammy and trusting her again because she initiates contact with her by casually placing her elbow on Sammy’s shoulder at the dock
This trend of re-establishing their bond continues as the show enters season 2, in which the group is still stuck on the island and has to find the emergency beacon, we can see Yaz and Sammy huddling together for comfort and to keep each other safe when they have to hide behind a fallen tree from some dinosaurs, we also see Yaz lean on Sammy and give a relieved sigh once Darius gives the all-clear and she stays there for a while, when Yaz accidentally brings up Ben we can see that she’s still processing how much his apparent death has affected her and the rest of the group, Yaz is now clinging to Sammy not because she is afraid Sammy will stop liking her or talking to her like she was in season 1 but because she needs the positivity, support, and encouragement that Sammy brings to her life in order to help her through all of the emotional turmoil that being on the island is putting her through
Also, Sammy helping Yaz up, helping her walk, and otherwise supporting her in any way she can is just so sweet, I know Sammy is a very positive and helpful person and she does what she can for everyone in the group but she has always gone above and beyond when it comes to Yaz, she even convinces Yaz to stay at camp and rest while she, Brooklyn, and Darius go look for supplies (with such a gentle tone and soft expression that Yaz has no choice but to embrace the love and care that Sammy is putting out there), Yaz clearly wants Sammy to stay with her but I think Sammy realizes that it’s not good for Yaz to only depend on her so she gives Yaz a warm smile before she goes but she still leaves with the others so Yaz can grow and Sammy can contribute to the whole group, this sets up the beginnings of a much healthier dynamic between Yaz and Sammy in which they can have their own lives and friendships outside of each other
Yaz has clearly forgiven Sammy at this point as we don’t see any kind of bitterness in their interactions at all and after the group makes their tree fort and they have some time to rest and relax away from the pressures of constantly running from dinosaurs I think Yaz really starts to
process her deeper feelings for Sammy, she wants to spend more time with Sammy and get even closer, we can see how eager she is to join Brooklyn and Sammy on their venture out into the jungle to locate the weird frozen flower patch that Brooklyn stumbled upon a while back, Yaz definitely strikes me as the type of person who has never been in love before so with everything else going on (and with her mind full of much stronger fears of losing the others in the group, especially Sammy, which I will talk about more later in this post series) her feelings are bound to manifest strongly
We can see that Yaz is now actively playing that question game with Sammy, getting to know her better, and exchanging witty banter back and forth, obviously Yaz cares about all of the people in the group on some level or she wouldn’t have been so upset when they thought Ben died but notice how she is much more interested in talking to and learning about Sammy than she is in talking to and learning about Brooklyn, however she does try her best to loop Brooklyn into the conversation once Sammy cues her to
Can we just take a second to appreciate the silent conversations that Yaz and Sammy have? I’m a sucker for some good non-verbal communication because it means that the characters are very close and feel connected with each other, there’s also the fact that since Yaz wants to be around her again Sammy spends so much time making physical contact with her, touch is clearly one of Sammy’s main love languages
Yaz goes to help Sammy when the gun case falls on her only to be stopped by Tiff (who tries to prevent Yaz from running away to get help) and Sammy tackles Tiff to the ground to get her to let go of Yaz, honestly I know that Sammy realizes that Yaz getting free is their best chance of getting the help they need but I think it’s really telling that she went so hard, Yaz is clearly her favorite person on the island and Sammy isn’t about to let Tiff hurt her, I also find it really telling that when Yaz sees Sammy and Darius on the security camera monitors she looks relieved and excited and then we get a set of shots that imply she’s looking just at Sammy, this is followed by such a soft, warm, loving expression from Yaz that it melts my gay heart, and of course she’s incredibly concerned when she sees Tiff and Mitch approaching
During their organized stampede, Yaz has to abandon the Jeep and, without hesitation, she leaps from the car into Sammy’s waiting arms, this is a mark of a great amount of character growth for Yaz because she not only trusts Sammy now but literally trusts her with her life, we also get an adorable moment when they are dismounting in which Sammy helps Yaz get down and holds both of her hands, when they all go in for a group hug we see Yaz place her hand on Sammy’s waist (as I mentioned in part 1 of this post series, that seems like an unusually place to put your hand on a friend and neither Sammy nor Yaz do that with anyone else in the group), when Sammy is listing her favorite people in the group as she and Kenji are hanging out in their gondola she mentions Yaz first while in Yaz's own gondola she is visibly longing to be over with Sammy (especially seeing how much fun Sammy and Kenji are having pushing on the sides of the gondola) instead of having to face Brooklyn and the fact that they are not close at all, just like when Sammy left Yaz with Kenji this feels almost like a deliberate move on Sammy’s part to get Yaz out of her comfort zone and forming closer bonds with the others (though I think it’s also an excuse for Sammy to spend some quality time with Kenji who definitely seems like he’s become a brother figure)
We also get this moment a jealousy in which Yaz seems a little salty that Sammy is hanging out with Kenji (though on the surface it is about how they are messing around instead of helping, Yaz’s comment is definitely tinged with jealousy), this feels very much like the reaction of someone who has romantic feelings but doesn’t have the experience to properly interpret them and who has not been able to
talk about them or put a name to them, she clearly wants a closer relationship with Sammy but Yaz is unable to thoroughly define the relationship she wants which leaves her feeling like her needs aren’t being met in situations like this, in that sense she has fallen into a bit more of an insecure attachment again, she feels threatened by Sammy’s other friendships because she and Sammy haven’t differentiated their relationship from that of the friendships they have with the others
I would just like to point out the lingering hug they share in which Yaz is clearly nuzzling Sammy’s neck and the fact that Yaz goes over to stand next to Sammy when she moves to hug Brooklyn, there’s no heterosexual explanation for that, or the way Yaz holds and comforts Sammy after pulling away from that dinosaur (if you look closely you can see Yaz rubbing Sammy’s arm with her thumb)
And the scene where Yaz explains that Bumpy likes her so much because she keeps snacks in her pockets and then shares some of the snacks so Sammy can feed her too? Absolutely precious, we love to see Yaz being so soft with Sammy, like the way she calls out to her when part of the group goes to search Kenji’s dad’s penthouse for gas to put in the boat, or the way Yaz checks on Sammy while Ben’s siphoning gas from the limos in the penthouse’s garage, it’s clear here that Yaz also wants Sammy to be able to rely on her sometimes, to confide in her, Yaz doesn’t have time to respond in that moment because of yet another dinosaur attack (I also think that she was having a hard time responding because on some level Yaz is also afraid to go home) but the fact that she asked in the first place shows a lot of character and relationship growth, she even goes to check on Sammy later once they’re back on the boat, Sammy does the talking then and uses Yaz more as a sounding board but the gentle smile Yaz gives when Sammy walks away with the solution to her problem is absolutely priceless
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I watched a few clips from ‘Black Widow’ and this au just popped into my head. (Be warned, this whole is incredibly messy and disjointed. I apologise for that. I’m just writing this as it pops into my head in a stream of consciousness because I’m kinda tired rn.)
Black Widow/Winter Soldier Wild AU
Can you imagine if when Wild’s really young and is discovered to be the hero, he’s just ripped away from his family and life to be trained as the hero. Except the training is pretty much just training him to be an obedient assassin who does whatever he is ordered to. He’s essentially got the training of Black Widow and the Winter Soldier and is just used by the royal family for whatever they want him to do basically.
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I imagine parts of his training be things like…
1. The obvious weapons training. He’s trained with pretty much any weapon you can find in Hyrule until he’s a master at all of them. Sword, spear, bow and arrow, bommerang, etc.
2. Hand to hand combat as well. Again, he’s pretty much mastered it.
3. Pain resistance. He’s basically trained to ignore pain and they did this by beating him over and over until he learned not to flinch and show a physical reaction.
4. He speaks pretty much every language in Hyrule (Hylian, Goron, Gerudo, Rito, Zora, and Sheikah) fluently.
5. Any other stuff you can think of that he could be trained in basically.
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Of course, as the hero he’s still Zelda’s bodyguard, they just never get along like they start to in the game before the Calamity awakens. Mainly because Wild has to follow her father’s every order and, like in canon, she hates that she has to be protected and feels useless because she can’t access her goddess given powers. And because Wild literally doesn’t even have the freedom to even think for himself, there isn’t really anyway for them to bond, so Zelda never ends up becoming nice to him like she is after he rescues her from the Yiga attack in one of the memories. (Yeah, this AU probably isn’t going to be super Zelda friendly, basically for more angst purposes when the LU boys come in).
A way to make the situation worse is by having all the champions, even Revali as much as he teases, be deeply uncomfortable by the way Wild is treated by the royal family. (I kinda imagine Revali still being a prick but he’s a bit nicer to Wild then he is in canon.) When they all first visit Hyrule Castle and see how he basically is treated more like a tool than a person, they are all absolutely furious. They all end up volunteering to train Wild in their various fighting styles as a way to get him away from the castle and his orders for a bit so that they can actually treat him kindly. But they treat him so differently to how he’s treated back in the castle that he’s actually confused by them treating him kindly. They’d all gotten back to their respective quarters that night and shed a few tears, the boy didn’t even know proper kindness.
The champions just see Wild as a member of their family and, although he doesn’t say it, he becomes fond of them too. He’s like a brother to all of them. They hate having to leave him to go and prepare the Divine Beasts and pray they see him soon.
Calamity Ganon rises.
The champions are killed in their respective Divine Beasts, and the makeshift family they had with Wild is broken apart.
Wild runs across a muddy field in torrential rain with Zelda’s hand in one of his and the Master Sword in his other. He’s running on nothing but orders and adrenaline. He has several cracked ribs, his left arm is broken even as he grips Zelda’s hand, there is blood pouring out of several cuts and gashes across his body, but still he keeps running. He has too, his body will not allow him to stop as he was ordered to run and protect the princess. She is his mission and he cannot fail.
But moments after Zelda finally unlocks her powers as she shields them from a guardian, he fails his mission. He collapses under the weight of his injuries and moments later, he dies in the middle of Hyrule Field. He has failed his mission and Hyrule has fallen. (Sorry, I don’t really know when I slipped into story mode there?)
But Zelda still manages to have him placed him the resurrection shrine as they still need him, and so, 100 years later, Wild wakes up.
The whole thing gets sadder if you imagine Wild’s training being so strong that it sticks after his resurrection. He doesn’t even understand it, he just hears a voice in his head yelling at him to not do this and not do that. (Extra sad thing, the reason he does all the side quests is because Zelda is the highest authority figure in Hyrule, but as she’s trapped in the castle and unable to give him orders, Wild just obeys anyone because he assumes that they’re a higher ranking than him, even though they are just normal people. And most of the time, they aren’t giving him orders they are asking for help, but he just doesn’t know the difference.)
Anyway, Wild completes his mission and defeats Calamity Ganon and everything seems okay. He’s still at Zelda’s side as she’s the current ruler and part of his programming is to obey the current monarch. They still don’t really get along, but Zelda is trying to be kind to him now, but I imagine that it’s just kind of too late for that now.
However, everything changes when the LU gang turn up (finally!) and look for this Hyrule’s hero, they do find him. But they just don’t expect him to be an emotionless 118 year old assassin. They talk with Zelda to discuss their quest and she says that Wild can go with them, blah blah blah. So they take Wild with them on their quest and just get more and more outraged the more they find out about him (oh, also Wild is mute in this and uses sign language.)
Since Time seems to be the leader of the group, Wild starts to treat him like he treats Zelda. Listens to whatever he says as Wild sees it as an order, protects him more during fights, that kinda stuff and it breaks Time’s heart when he figures it out.
Also i imagine that it’s also really strange for Wild to visit the other Hyrules and meet the other Zelda’s who have great relationships with their respective Links, because he doesn’t have that with his Zelda. (Although, I do see Malon immediately taking a liking to him and wanting to hug the poor boy, which would be super emotional for him as he hasn’t been hugged in years and can’t even remember his own mother).
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But there are two times that the gang really learn how much his training messed him up and oh boy, are they fucking fuming!
The first time happened when Wild gets stabbed during a fight and doesn’t even flinch. Nobody notices until after the fight when they all sit at the camp fire that night and Wild just starts sewing his wound up as they all watch in horror. Hyrule asks why he never said he was injured and Wild says ‘it wasn’t important.’ And doesn’t understand why they make a fuss and insist he wastes a healing potion on himself (yes, Wild has an absolutely crap self-esteem here and doesn’t actually think he’s worth anything other than what he can do for people.) Hyrule has to be stopped from tackling Wild to check on the wound himself.
The second was when Wild put himself in danger during a fight to protect the others and when the fight was over Time yelled at him. It was out of concern for Wild’s wellbeing and asking why him had put himself in danger, but Wild thought he was in trouble and asked if Time wanted to punish him. Everyone, especially Time, was horrified and confused. Time asked what Wild meant by punishment and then almost wished he’d never asked. Wild just went into explanations of various punishments he’s had. They were all incredibly harsh, including being whipped, having to stand outside holding a sword outstretched in his hands all night while not being allowed to lower his arms, having to fight other full-armoured and equiped soldiers without any armour or weapons himself, etc. Wild is then the subject of a very big cuddle pile.
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Basically this AU can be summed up as Black Widow/Winter Soldier Wild gets treated nicely for the first time in years and is very confused/uncomfortable, while the gang all immediately see Wild and are like ‘ahh yes, our amnesiac assassin now’ while they try to convince him that there is more to him than just being a puppet for people. Of course, while the quest with the black blooded monsters takes place as well.
#legend of zelda#legend of Zelda linked universe#loz#loz au#loz LU#linked universe au#linked universe#link#wild#Zelda#angst#I’m sorry this is messy#I was kinda sleepy while writing this
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For the prompt thing, could you do 2 for au, 4 for trope and 5 for prompt with andreil?
Hogwarts au, meet messy, "you have the emotional capacity of a brick"
Dearest anon, how did you know that I have been literally aching for an excuse to do something with a hogwarts au?
For context, because idk if I'll be able to explain it in the ficlet, Andrew and Aaron have been raised by their real father, Joseph Minyard, and his wife, Betsy Dobson, since the twins were seven. Andrew instinctively retaliated against an abuser with magic when he was in foster care, bringing him to the attention of whatever the US's ministry of magic is called (I forgot). They found his dad, who is a British wizard, and also discovered Aaron's existence. The twins, upon meeting each other and finding out they were wizards, chose to stay together and go with their dad rather than risk potentially being separated in whatever system the US magic people has for orphaned magic kids.
(look, I've been thinking about this A LOT okay?)
The following scene would take place the summer before the twins' fifth year. They are fifteen, Kevin is sixteen, Neil is fourteen.
Please be aware that all these characters are a lot younger and significantly less traumatized. I mean, shit still happened to them, but they all get rescued from their abusive home lives a lot earlier than in canon.
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Andrew Minyard had lost a bet.
It was a really shitty bet, and Andrew should have known at the time that he was being fucking set up. But, well - what was it that broody fucker always said? Oh. C'est la vie. Or something. Whatever.
Point being, Andrew made a stupid bet and then he lost and it was really his own damn fault. Now he was stuck going to stupid Kevin Day's stupid house to play stupid broom-ball over summer break when he could have been basking in the wonders of muggle efficiency like television and air conditioning. What made it worse was that his mom had been so damn delighted that he was going over to a friend's house, too, and Andrew didn't usually have it in him to smash her hopes and dreams when she was so genuinely happy for him.
So. Here he was, broom in hand (because if he had to do this he was at least going to suffer with the familiarity of his own fucking broom), staring up at obviously haunted creaky old manor house that Day apparently lived in.
"Great," he grumbled to himself. "Just.. great." Andrew did not like ghosts, did not like them one fucking bit. They always wanted to chat you up and had absolutely no respect for personal space.
The longer he delayed, though, the longer Day was probably going to force him to participate in his bullshit "training camp", so Andrew straightened his shoulders and trudged up the cracked stone staircase that lead up the hill to the front door of the house. The very second Andrew had both feet on the dilapidated front porch, one hand reaching for the knocker, the front door began to swing slowly open. You know, as they were wont to do in creepy old ghost-infested houses owned by wizards.
Without waiting for a welcome (because the door fucking opened for him, that was invitation enough), Andrew strolled inside. He didn't even flinch when the door slammed shut behind him.
(Okay, maybe he jumped a little bit. Just a little.)
No one was waiting for him in the foyer, because of course that would be too easy. At least the inside of the house didn't look as abandoned as the outside did. On the contrary, the foyer was well-lit and free dust and cobwebs. It opened up into a round sitting room that looked lived-in rather than haunted, personal affects strewn about here and there in vaguely organized chaos and family pictures on the mantle above the fireplace.
This, Andrew had learned quickly upon his introduction to the magical world about seven or so years ago now, was fairly common when it came to magical families living in and around muggle neighborhoods. Sure, there were wholly wizarding villages, but not a ton of them. Most of the magical community had to coexist or at least peripherally exist with the muggle one. With the work of a couple of charms and a heavy dose of aesthetic, a magical family could live comfortably without the muggles looking too closely - and even if they did look closely, it was the haunted old house at the end of the street so strange things were bound to happen around it, right?
Homey as it may be on the inside, it was still actually haunted, though. Andrew had a good sense about ghostly lairs and this was definitely one of them.
Heaving a sigh, Andrew moved through the sitting room and ventured deeper into the house. The sooner he found Kevin, the sooner he could leave.
The rest of the house, Andrew swiftly found, was an uncanny combination of the haunted image it presented to outsiders and the cozy haven of the front sitting room. The hall leading off the sitting room was normal when you looked down it heading away from the sitting room, but when Andrew looked back over his shoulder it was like looking into something out of a cheap horror film (of which Andrew had viewed many, much to his father and brother's chagrin, but his mother liked to critique them with him).
Andrew checked each door he came across. Some of them were locked. Some opened into perfectly normal coat closets and bathrooms. At least one of them opened onto an actual cemetery where a bunch of ghosts were playing croquet. Andrew quickly shut that door before any of them tried to talk to him.
It was when he came to the staircase, however, that he finally started to get somewhere. Voices could be heard when he hit the first landing, but they completely vanished when tried to move beyond it - either further up the stairs or out into the hall. Turning to inspect the walls, Andrew realized that one of them wasn't actually a wall at all, but an illusion -- his hand right through!
"This is getting ridiculous," Andrew grumbled to himself as he stepped through the goddamn fucking wall.
He found himself in a wide, clean hallway bathed in the bright sunlight that was streaming in from the skylights placed every few feet. From one of the open doors a bit down the hall, Andrew could finally make out the words of what was obviously an argument.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not going to your bloody school, Day?!"
"You can't just not go to school, Neil! The Ministry will have your wand, and then where will you be?"
"Oh come off it, do you really still buy into all that regulatory shit? They can't track me if I'm not a student unless they have an open warrant out on me. I could turn the corner store into a giant anthropomorphic pig that pisses coffee and they wouldn't know it happened until the story hit the local news, and even then they'd have a hard time tracking me down, considering those lazy twats barely even know how to read let alone track a rogue wizard."
"Galloping Gargoyles, Neil. Where in Merlin's name do you come up with this shit."
"It's called an imagination, Day. I was able to foster one while not being indoctrinated into the sheep-brain miasma that is Ministry-approved wizarding society."
This 'Neil' was getting more worked up as he spoke, spitting out his words like he was crafting a very pointed hex. There was the scuff of footsteps and a shadow fell across the hall as someone stepped toward the hall. "I'll be leaving now, thanks. Have fun being institutionally programed to fit the conservative mediocrity."
A larger shadow blotted out most of Neil's. "You can't just go, Neil!"
There was a scuffle, then a short kid wearing oversized robes stumbled into the hall. "Try and bloody catch me then, you lumbering infant of a Bandersnatch!" And then the kid turned and bolted down the hall -- right toward where Andrew had paused to eavesdrop on their conversation.
Now, Andrew was all ready to step aside. This was none of his business, after all. If this mouthy kid wanted to run away and join the circus or something, more power to him. He, also, thought school was a nightmare. But then Kevin stumbled out into the hall and shouted, "Andrew! Block him!"
And, well. Look. This was all fucking Kevin's fault. Kevin and his stupid cross-House quidditch club and his obsession with running drills. It was also Nicky's fault, for forcing them all to go so they could bond or what the fuck ever the purpose was. But Kevin shouted 'block!' and Andrew had spent two years as a beater and one year as a keeper and, well, reflexes kicked in.
He blocked.
Except, he had spent two years as a beater, and he was holding a broom. So.
His arms moved on their own, and it was a mighty, vicious swing. The next second the kid was flat on his back, gasping to try and catch his breath. Kevin loped over on legs too long, shooting Andrew an appreciative grin that Andrew kind of wanted to punch off of him.
"What.. the.. actual... fuck..." the kid - Neil - wheezed from the floor.
Now that he was officially drawn into this mess, Andrew allowed himself to indulge his curiosity and slung his broom up against one shoulder to approach the fallen boy. He felt a little bad (okay, more than a little), so he figured he'd offer him a hand up at least. Except, when he got to the kid and looked down he was shocked to find just about the prettiest boy in the whole Nimue-cursed universe.
(Andrew's gay awakening had happened when he was twelve years old. The keeper of the Gryffindor quidditch team smiled at him and told him he'd make a pretty good beater. Andrew had tried out for his own House team the very next week, and it had all been downhill from there.)
Andrew cleared his throat and opened his mouth to say something cool and unbothered, because that's what you did when you met someone pretty and wanted to impress them. Instead, like the utter dork that he was, he said, "Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley."
"What the fuck is a Weasley?" the sharp, pretty boy on the floor shot back through gritted teeth, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
Kevin's obnoxious shadow fell across the both of him and he sighed, putting his hands on his hips. "Don't mind Andrew, he remembers everything he hears and has a tendency to regurgitate random lines from other things when he feels awkward or anxious."
"Don't mind Kevin," Andrew followed up conversationally, "he's an insufferable know-it-all with a tendency to overshare and force people to play stupid broom-ball when they should be having a perfectly air-conditioned summer break."
"You emotionally wound me."
"You have the emotional capacity of a brick, don't try me Day."
Kevin rolled his eyes. Neil honed in on Andrew with eerie intensity. "You have an air-conditioner?"
Aha! Mission accomplished: cute boy impressed.
Andrew smirked. "Yup." He popped the 'p', feeling quite good about himself, his earlier bumble placed in the back of his head where he could obsess about it later.
Neil's narrowed eyes scanned him up and down, then relaxed, the blue of them bright and intelligent. He looked like he was figuring something out about Andrew but Andrew had no idea what or why. It took some effort, but instead of squirming he met Neil's gaze full-on. After a long moment, Neil seemed to have made a decision. He pushed himself up to his feet and nodded. "Alright then. You play quidditch?" He gestured to Andrew's broom with the jerk of his chin.
He hadn't noticed it earlier because he'd been so fascinated with the argument itself, but now that he could focus on Neil's voice, Andrew realized that there was something of about his accent. It wasn't that it seemed fake but more that it... it reminded him of his own, back when he'd been younger and had only been in England for a couple of years. He remembered being teased for it, and getting into a lot of fights because of that. Well, he remembered getting into fights because Aaron was also teased, and no one picked on his brother but him.
"I thought you were going to run off and join the circus." Andrew arched a brow.
Neil wrinkled his nose. "No. I'm still not going to your stupid castle school." He paused and looked from Andrew to the broom back over to Kevin and sighed. "But... one or two games of quidditch before I go can't hurt."
Kevin looked overjoyed. He grinned at Andrew and Andrew supposed that they really must be friends now, because he felt quite pleased about that.
"Great!" said Kevin. "Let's go! We should be able to get in some warm-up rounds before the others get here!"
"Others?" Andrew and Neil said with identical inflections of disdain. The sound of an echo startled the both of them and the looked at each other. Then, Neil smiled.
Andrew supposed a day without AC playing stupid broom-ball wasn't so bad after all.
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More noceda sibling interaction with their mom. Maybe some angst between camilla and beta luz
Please give Camila a break,,,,she deals w so much all the time
All 3 of ‘em love their mom to death. They still cause a bit of Issues at time and can be a Lot to handle but Camila wouldn’t trade them for the world n WOULD kill for them. B!Luz got her readiness to Kill from Camila and Camila exclusively.
I know you said B!Luz and Camila angst but my brain went right to Their Dad. in conclusion he sucks ass in this au n left when B!Luz was like 7 so she has the most memories of him, even if they’re few and far between. what she Does remember is Not Fun and bc of him she became quite protective of her sisters early on. C!Luz has like 1 vague memory and can somewhat think of a voice that sounds like him but thats abt it. P!Luz has no memories whatsoever and was like 9 before she even realized they had a dad at one point
B!Luz used to wander off a lot and that left C!Luz and P!Luz to bond on occasion. They sort of rubbed off personalities on each other and theres a clear difference between those 2′s personalities to B!Luz’s. Camila has come home to far too many failed inventions from P!Luz that C!Luz willingly volunteered as a test subject for. to their credit, the two of ‘em would help Camila pick up the mess afterwards.
None of the Noceda sisters are straight (we been knew) and while none of them for even a second believed Camila would mind or care, they still all refused to come out to her bc they are awkward and don’t know how to even Start that conversation and just decided to Wait. yes they came out to each other first but tbh it was usually an accident. C!Luz got caught first when she mumbly admitted to Camila she may have joined theatre specifically for the pretty mean girl in it and B!Luz looked up from the couch n being a little shit yelled “thats gay” before P!Luz looks @ her n goes “literally all of us are” and it was a v fun night for the Nocedas.
alright onto the angst. B!Luz and Camila get into arguments, a lot. usually from B!Luz’s bad habits but also because of disagreements on the other two sisters, mainly C!Luz. C!Luz is baby but you gotta acknowledge that snakes,,,,in the classroom,,,,,,are Not Safe. and P!Luz isn’t much better w her inventions. B!Luz causes problems as well but she refuses to bring up her own faults during these arguments. Camila’s at her last straw and was thinking of a summer camp long before the snake incident, and B!Luz found the pamphlet and was Not happy about it. Which led to the reveal Camila planned on sending all three of them to it, reasoning that it could be good for all of them, costs less than sending to 3 different camps, and that they can be there for each other for those months. there was a,,,,lot of shouting and regrettable words thrown around that night. none of which B!Luz could take back after the portal got destroyed so. thats fun for her
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Trixreeeeee! I am high key obsessed with your stories, they are SO well written! You have an amazing talent for writing and story building! & your OCs give me LIFE so pls pls pls talk about Ditz and Clash and Bugs and Tricky and Bend and even Beeps! I want to give them all a gentle smooch on the forehead. Or talk about anything you want! (also, I hope your allergies clear up soon <3)
Awwww thank you anon!!! You're so sweet, I'm cryin <3
A STUPIDLY LONG rant about Cursed Squad (+ Beeps!!!) below the cut:
Ditz ends up having a real knack for using the Force to communicate with animals. In a lot of ways, Ditz ends up reminding Obi-Wan of Qui-Gon with his skill in the living Force. It becomes a running joke that, whenever Ditz has seemingly disappeared from base camp, all one has to do to find him is shake the nearby trees. He will absolutely be in the branches talking to the birds, squirrels, etc., and if you shake hard enough, he will fall out, Force be dammed. This boy is so fucking clumsy.
Clash never really stops worrying about Ditz. The constant low-grade anxiety for Ditz's safety isn't so easily banished just because Ditz has an actual teacher now. So, Clash ends up forming a close bond with Cody, who is often the only one that can convince him to sit the fuck down and breathe, vod. Cody has a lot of practice being calm in the face of Crazy Force-shit and he's happy to share these teachings with his vod'ika.
Bugs is a fucking mess. Like, one of the very first things I decided on for his character is that This Motherfucker is going to draw his blaster on a superior at some point. Out of everyone in the squad, even more so than Clash, Bughead would be the first to say "fuck it, lets desert and go start a band or something." After the events of the story, now that the squad's basic safety needs have been met, Bughead is free to be Fucking Unhinged with 0 self awareness as to how Actually Batshit Crazy He Is. I imagine that, at some point, literally This happens because Ditz was sad about leaving his latest animal friend behind after a campaign ended:
Like I said, now that the Basic Safety Needs have been met, the squad is actually free to start down a path of self exploration. For Bughead, this means no longer censoring how bananas he is. For Clash, this means finding an ori'vod and getting taken under his wing. For Ditz, this means very circumspect Jedi training. Tricky starts down a path of Gender-Fuckery. He keeps a collection of nail polish under his bunk and no one is really sure how he got it in the first place. He changes his nail color every two days, even while on active campaign. No one knows how he manages to do this. Clash saw him do cat-eye liquid eyeliner with the edge of a vibroblade while standing knee-deep in a swamp once. It was honestly terrifying. He's a he/they now. Be in awe of them.
Bend is the only """normal""" one. All of the shinies think he's a terrifying hard-ass because of his resting-bitch-face, riiiight up until Bend coaxes them through their first post-battle shakes with his steady hands and gentle voice. The 212th CMO takes Bend on as an apprentice. Obi-Wan approves him for extra training back on Kamino and Bend comes back with his official medic certification. The whole squad is ridiculously proud.
Beeps. Beeps. [Deep inhale.] If I ever write another story in this universe, it will be about Beeps.
After the events of the fic, Beeps continues to serve as Krell's second in command. It's exactly as miserable and demeaning as you think it would be. But he stays, because he has a duty to his vode. But then, one of their shinies gets caught in a detonation. This single shiny is the only survior of the accident, but he loses his right arm to the explosion. The troopers in Krell's company don't get prosthetics. They get decommissioned. And Beeps looks at this baby-faced kid who lost everything and can't bear it for a second longer. He takes the shiny and runs. I won't say more, in case I do end up writing a sequel some day, but that's what I imagine for Beeps.
#ranting about my OC's hour#thank you for the love anon <3#creation both haunted and holy#trixree speaks#fic asks
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Can I also request shiratorizawa, inarizaki, msby black jackals boys at a sleepover? I love your previous one!
Hi anon!💗💗✨ I’m so happy you enjoyed reading it. Im replacing the black jackals with Aoba Josai since Atsumu is gonna be in the Inarizaki one already and etc! I hope you enjoy it regardless!
a/n: MWUAHAHA chaos part 2
this is all fun n games!! My banners were messy for this one because I made them so last minute but next time they’ll be better :(
Previous one
—Sleepover w/ Shiratorizawa, Inarizaki, and Aoba Josai
Oikawa is CEO of sleepovers
everyone knows he’s big on team bonding and bringing out the best of his team so why not get the team together and get them to spill their deepest, darkest secrets
he’s the most prepared mf istg
when the team gets to his house, he’s already laid out the face masks that come in 7 different colours with lofi music in the background
this man comes off as whiny but he’s actually so smart and knows just how to set the mood to get them to open up
everyone is cautiously making their way into his living room and settling onto the couch
“Oi, Shittykawa, what are you up to?” Iwaizumi starts
“oh Iwa-chan~ stop being so suspicious and just sit down.”
the boys collectively decide on the blue face mask because of their team colour and are impatiently waiting for it to dry
In the meantime, Oikawa is taking pics of everybody to update his fans on twt and Instagram !!
No one is amused
Kindaichi is just sitting there anxiously because he wants to please his upperclassmen and Mattsun and Maki are teasing Oikawa about how lame the sleepover is
and then the team is arguing about what they should do instead and everyone is pitching ideas until...
they decided on an arm wrestling challenge
and ofc Kyotani is taking this opportunity to beat his upperclassmen at some strength challenge
Despite Oikawa’s protests, the team was all for it
they even put a bet on it: whoever loses all the challenges has to treat the rest of the team to ramen
and an arm wrestling challenge evolves to a push up challenge and everyone is really into?? except flattykawa because the lofi music did NOT fit the atmosphere no more
and Iwa-chan is dominating the competition ofc
But like?? Mattsun is a close second?? And Kyotani too!
and the lifting challenge? they’re lifting any object they can find in Oikawa’s house
it’s a mess because no one is putting the objects back in its original spot so Oikawa is trying his best to fix it instead of joining the competitions
BONUS: because Oikawa refused to participate, he was the default loser and was forced to buy everybody ramen (im so sorry i love you Oikawa)
They REALLY thought they could escape Kita’s cold demeanor if they didn’t invite him to the sleepover??
Nahhhh bb. Aran was ON that real quick
So when the twins were fighting over absolutely nothing, Kita burst in through the door, staring dead in their eyes
Suna was already calling an Uber out of there because he didn’t want to go in the first place
his current concern is LITERALLY how he doesn’t want to be caught up in the twins’ antics so why would he stick around for the scolding
so while Suna is calling an uber and shouting profanities in his head about the situation, Atsumu and Osamu are trying to put on their best innocent faces
Hitoshi is not having it and he’s praising the twins for their chaotic behaviour to which Kita turns his attention to him
the sleepover becomes a boot camp tbh
and it just happens. Kita and Aran don’t even know why they’re doing this and the team just follows suit because it’s the new vibe
the twins are fighting over who is actually doing better in the KiRan Bootcamp for Chumps and it turns into a full blown competition
but you see, Kita takes this as an opportunity to get them to take care of themselves
Akagi is just trying to maintain his friendly persona and encouraging everyone to do well but Kita is kicking his butt for being a wuss and now they’re having a cooking competition???
whoever makes the healthiest meal wins
okay OF COURSE Osamu wins who are we kidding
but now whoever scarfs it down first is the winner and Atsumu is like “yes this is rematch time!”
and smh Osamu wins again because our food addict here is thriving
so Kita has managed to trick them into eating a healthy and hearty meal so what’s next
the rest of the team is eating THEIR meals with Suna grumbling agan but he’s lowkey enjoying the chaos
and Aran is on the same boat as Kita and he suggests a vball competition (but he’s thinking about how he can turn this into extra practice for his boys)
ok this is a rematch fr
all the boys are trying to show off their best form in regards to their position and it just looks so silly because they’re trying so hard in the middle of a living room
And Atsumu is a perfectionist so he was precise and accurate with each position and he won
Basically the entire team was done with the twins’ bs and just let them win but no one got any sleep and the whole night was just useless competitions made up by Kita and Aran
BONUS: the prize was a tofu hamburger Kita brought over as a snack and the whole team groaned in frustration
ok I just know Shiratorizawa would try to have the most wholesome sleepover and Tendou would be the one setting it all up
he genuinely wants to have a normal sleepover okay?
so here they are, sitting in a circle drinking their tea and snuggled up in their pajamas when Tendou brings up “tea time”
He even has a talking stick and everything but the “talking stick” is a vball keychain
And you think okay, so everybody is adorable like that we’re just gonna have a normal heart-to-heart
And it honestly starts out like that
Tendou is telling stories about his friendship with Ushijima and how it’s made him comfortable with himself
But Shirabu took the talking stick and went “I don’t like Goshiki’s hair”
And all hell breaks loose
Goshiki is like “tf you say about my hair?? Look at your mf bangs??” But he’s secretly crying inside and sneaking looks at Ushijima in hopes of gaining the favour of the ace
But then Ushijima grabs the keychain and he’s like “I just want Oikawa to come to Shiratorizawa”
And Goshiki is like ON THE VERGE OF TEARS
and then Semi is like “well since we’re on the topic of what we want, I want my setter position back. I don’t want to give it to some inexperienced player who won’t even listen to my advice”
And now everyone just wants to throw hands because it’s so shady
And Tendou is lowkey loving it because he rejoices in the soul breaking of others
And tbh, I think Tendou secretly wanted this to happen
Ohira really is trying to calm everybody down before this stupid game breaks up the entire team
But Goshiki and Shirabu are deadass about to throw hands
And Ushijima is preaching about whoever the strongest is will win
And Goshiki just wants to make his senpai proud and he goes hard
Semi is secretly cheering for Goshiki because Shirabu stole his spot
Tendou is videotaping the entire thing for ahem future purposes (like soul crushing purposes)
But yo it’s the match of the century
Bad bangs vs Bowl cut
I’ll let you decide which one’s which
BONUS: everybody went to sleep before the match ended so no one knew who won and that lead to another war not long after
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It would be cool if they did another 400 days type mini series with some characters. like showing us the beginning/middle/different parts of the apocalypse from the perspectives of: Marlon, Louis, Violet, Sophie, James, and Lilly. I think it would do well
I think something like this would do well, too. We talk about this a lot and I keep hoping that if we continue to talk about it, they’ll somehow hear us and actually do it haha.
Just think of the possibilities- a game with each episode dedicated to following a different protagonist during a different time in the apocalypse, telling a previously unheard story. They could even do more character-driven stories that focus more on that aspect rather than the walkers and outside dangers, y’know?
Really the only downside I could see if they actually did this is that people outside the fandom would be whiney about it? I mean, people who casually played Telltale games would look at Skybound like “Rehashing old characters who aren’t muh Clementine? Pass.” Y’know? And to be fair, I could see people within the fandom being disappointed, too.
But a majority? I think we’d all be happy to just have another twdg installment if Skybound wanted to make one... as long as they leave Clementine alone. That’s my one condition haha.
Leave her alone, Robert.
I’ll even throw out a bunch of possibilities for episodes-
Carley and Doug - I would love an episode that starts with Carley working as a reporter just as the walkers come. We could meet her crew, go through when they were attacked and explore the trauma she experiences after watching her producer get eaten alive in front of her.
Then, in comes our hero: Doug. Doug saves her life, and the two of them manage to escape and hideout. This is the perfect time to explore Doug’s character, too, as well as the relationship he and Carley had before they met up with the drugstore crew.
We can learn more about how Carley came to be so good with firearms and more about Doug’s technical background. Not only that, but it would be interesting to see these two actually interact since, y’know... they canonically have romantic feelings for one another.
Then the episode could end with them meeting Glenn outside, who brings them back to the group at the drugstore.
The St Johns - Here me out, but I would totally be on board for an episode about these people and how they starting picking off their farmhands for food. We don’t even have to play as any of the St Johns, we could play as a farmhand that actually escaped that fate after discovering what these people were doing.
It could definitely be more horror based, too. Like a cat and mouse sort of chase scene with the protagonist and Andy or Danny with them escaping with their life at the end and journeying off.
We could also see more of the bandits and how that agreement came to be with them. We could see more of Jolene, too.
Lilly - Okay, I want to know what the hell happened to Lilly between s1 and s4. From what I’ve gathered and inferred, Lilly wandered alone for years before finding the delta, the first place she ever considered home since... well, the motor-inn. Which... is nuts.
Then there’s all the trauma of losing Larry on top of what a piece of shit he was. I know I laugh at her for being all “No more ice cream, no more hair dryer” when she was telling Clementine about Larry cutting their power but we don’t know much about just how abusive Larry was.
Plus, we don’t know what happened to her mom. Larry still carried her wedding ring even into the apocalypse and died with it in his pocket. There’s just... a lot of things.
So I think an episode about Lilly by herself could be an interesting exploration of her being her own enemy, y’know? When I say character-driven, I mean solely character-driven with Lilly having flashbacks or nightmares or talking to herself or even hallucinations. Think Michonne, but even better executed. And with no ghost children. Maybe a ghost Larry, though. Which is arguably worse.
And it could end with someone from the delta finding her.
Christa and Omid - I feel like this is an obvious one since everyone loves these two and we’re still salty that they never brought Christa back. So it’d be cool to see these two either before meeting Lee’s group, or their time with Clementine between s1 and s2.
This is the only time I’ll allow Clementine to be here. If they feel they have to plop Clementine into this, then do it this way. We could explore Clementine’s guilt of what happened to Lee and the trauma she suffered while with the stranger, we could explore Christa’s pregnancy and learn more about her and Omid’s relationship.
We could see some dad moments with Omid as he and Clementine bond, perhaps dive into the fear and anxiety of a baby that’s coming, too.
Kenny and Sarita - So... while Kenny’s not my favorite person, I can’t deny that I’d be interested in seeing him after he apparently escapes the walker horde after killing Ben and what he went through before he met Sarita.
Hell, have an episode where we play as Sarita as she stumbles upon Kenny and how she saved him from the restaurant he was hiding in. We could get a glimpse into Kenny from Sarita’s point of view and what they went through during their time together. We could learn about Walter and Matthew, too.
Honestly, I just want to know more about Sarita as a character rather than a plot device to die in order to further Kenny’s development, y’know?
Bonnie - Yeah, yeah, I know. No one likes Bonnie and “who wants to play as Bonnie again?? she sucks??”, but damn it... I want them to redeem how badly they fucked up with her story in 400 Days.
I want an episode about her struggling with her drug addiction and how it affected her when the dead started walking. What she was willing to do to get her fix, y’know? Bring back Leland and Dee and how they helped with her road to recovery.
Leland himself even said that when they found her, she was still so stuck on those drugs. I think exploring that could be a fascinating experience.
Jane - An episode about Jane and Jamie? An exploration of Jane’s struggle with keeping her sister alive while having that internal survival instinct trying to take over all leading to her finally giving Jamie what she wanted- to leave her. Then how that guilt and loss took a toll on Jane and hardened her.
And like, I know Jane is kind of in the same boat as Bonnie where a lot of people [specifically Kenny followers] absolutely hate her and would whine about an episode dedicated to exploring her character, but I don’t care. I’d play it, I’d love to understand Jane more, even if I don’t particularly like her.
David - This one is here for selfish reasons. I want an episode all about David. I don’t care what you do, but I want to see David’s struggle of literally losing his entire family in a single night, as well as losing the world to the apocalypse and having to move forward.
Like... seriously, remember what Kate was all “I bet David was happy when the world ended” or some shit? I actually disagree, Kate, since the day the world ended, he lost his father, mother, brother, uncle, his fucking children, and you, his wife within a night. He spent years thinking you all were dead while traveling with Ava and his unit, fighting the dead and trying to survive.... but no, the day the walkers came was probably super great for him. Ugh.
The bonus is we get more Ava, too. Also, I don’t think anyone would oppose if you threw in the whole “David and Lingard might’ve had a thing”... just sayin’. We stan bisexual David.
Javier - Throwing this one in there because I think an episode about Javi, Kate, Gabe, and Mari would do incredibly well. Everyone misses the Garcia’s, everyone was bummed that we ever got a follow up to what Javi was up to after ANF.
Y’know... since ANF was a mess, they probably didn’t feel they could do a follow up because people wouldn’t play... but I’m telling you, we’d play another adventure as Javier Garcia. I don’t know what kind of story you’d tell, but it doesn’t matter. Well, it does... but ya get me.
Plus, more Gabe and Mariana content. C’mon.
James - *slams fists on table* I want my James and the whisperers episode damn it!! And I’m gonna keep saying it until someone either makes it or pays me to shut up.
I don’t care if you like James or not, you can’t deny how fascinating it would be to have an entire episode dedicated to the whisperers. On top of that, we’d get to see James and Charlie and how their relationship suffered during their time with the whisperers, as well as James realizing what a monster he became.
Maybe we could have a scene where James actually makes his famous mask, or a scene of James escaping them and leaving Charlie behind. It could end with James in his camp until he hears gunshots one night. When he goes to investigate, he finds Clementine and AJ trying to escape Lilly and Abel and we get him intervening from his perspective.
There ya go, there’s a second Clementine cameo that doesn’t fuck everything up. Ta-dah.
Sophie and Minerva - A popular one that most of us would want. Them after they were taken away and how they suffered within the delta. It’d be cool to play as Sophie, and tragic since we know how that would end. But we could be the one who acts out and tries to escape all while doing our best to keep Minerva from giving into them... which again, imagine the heartbreak.
The Ericson crew - Like with the twins, this would be a popular one that most people would want to play. While I’d rather they kept their fingers off Louis and Violet since they’re bound to fuck them up, I can’t deny that I want to know what happened at the school during the first days.
We could even play as Ms. Martin as she chooses to stay and take care of all these kids, how she bonds with them before inevitably meeting her fate in the greenhouse.
And c’mon, you know you want to see baby child versions of our Ericson kiddos. Imagine Louis and Violet at these young ages? Seeing other kids we never got to meet? We’d eat it up! ...Well, assuming they did a good job with their characterizations. Y’know.
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Those are all the major ones I’d like to see, but hey, if any of you had other ideas for episodes following characters I didn’t mention, feel free to share!
#asks#twdg clementine#twdg aj#twdg louis#twdg violet#twdg carley#twdg doug#twdg lilly#twdg christa#twdg omid#twdg jane#twdg kenny#twdg bonnie#twdg sarita#twdg david#twdg javi#twdg gabe#twdg mariana#twdg kate#twdg larry#twdg james#twdg sophie#twdg minerva#twdg ava
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Band Camp Day 3
"we can either be the picconets or the clarilos."
"The picc-a-nut?"
"clarilo it is"
August 17th, 2021
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forgive me if this is short:
4 hours of sleep later, we're heading to the field with literal mugs of coffee in hand to start the senior prank
the prank today: hanging underwear on the band director's podium
it's a tradition. I've probably mentioned it in past posts
at 8:30, we start, I'm more anxious than ever bc of all the drama
practice, fundamentals, the works
ML2 doesn't clap for the DI's and it freaks me out bc I know it's bc she hates that I have it
I've literally been texting the picc drum major (her roommate) about it all of band camp
my marching today??? absolutely awful. I could barely pay attention or anything
it's ML2's bday!! so I have been trying to mention it a lot and get her recognition so that maybe she's not as angry at me
We got put in a temporary band block yesterday and it's??? terrible? I'd like for the temporary part to end bc we're still using it
today I did a lot of messing up, and I feel really bad and gross about it
there's been this issue that when we do stuff in our big band block, someone in the middle will mess up, and by the time it gets to the ends of the block (us, the piccs), it's a huge mess, and we get blamed
this happened and our DM (the other one, the one who plays alto) was like "I know when I'm wrong" and we were scrambling to figure out where we were supposed to be
lunch!
people from random sections have been eating with us. This is fine, but?? it seems really early. Do you guys even know your own sections?
full band rehearsal! it was uneventful
our first playing sectionals! we stickered our nametags, then played through a lot of songs
we actually did really well, which is probably because we're mostly returners (re: one freshman)
and!! we were worried that our SL was gonna be super nitpicky and she's not! she's super reasonable!
back to full band rehearsal. Our band director made us watch a bunch of videos?? like they were sorta related to what we were doing but eh
I've been doing a lot of exchanging glances with the alto drum major. Mostly about ML2
we also?? have to move section bonding? which usually happens on Thursday night? I told our section leader that she needs to take that day off from her CA stuff, but she didn't, and now she works that night. Finding a replacement was aggravating, and we chose an hour and a half window on Sunday
that's not enough time, and it's... mediocre at best, really
it doesn't leave much space for fun things
dinner! the other librarian staff person is very well known for making really weird food combos that are super gross, and she is on a roll this week, lemme tell ya
a couple days ago it was coffee and chicken, there was cake and meat sauce at one point, etc
"If I can eat it, it's not a dog"
after dinner was more marching
our band director said he was writing pregame drill tonight, which means us drill librarian staff will have our hands full in the morning
did i mention the IMMENSE AMOUNT OF ANXIETY i have about being leadership bc of certain other members in the section?
it's so bad that our section leader had to give us the "don't talk about other members behind their back" speech
we did our singing at the end, and the 5th years led. One of my best friends is a 5th year, and there's only, like, 5 total, and it was really cute
very last of the real ones
and then we flash mobbed the hey song to scare the freshmen, like we do every year, even though we usually do it in the band room
our freshman caught on to the movements fairly well
the night activity was the scavenger hunt!
on the drive to the main part of campus, i asked if we are still doing the "not last" chant, and ML2 was like "I think the other sections get annoyed at it"
I texted our DM bc I was sad that we're retiring the chant
we get out of the car and the piccs aren't sitting in their usual spot which is like the icing on the cake for my stress rn
and then my SL comes up to me and is like "I'm gonna start the chant"
"did [DM] talk to you?"
"yeah, and I wanna do it"
"let's just... wait and see"
but then later, one of the piccs started it, so at least we chanted it and I'm not the only one who cares
the clarinets only had one returner show up (one of my really good friends), so they requested to combine with a different section, and the piccolos all raised their hands up after a moment and shouted "PICCOLOS" so they joined us!
it was sorta scary bc that's a lot of people? we had all 10 of us, and there was a good amount of them, and we only have 15 minutes to run around and do things
but literally no one else wanted them (one of the clarinet freshmen even begged the drumline to take them) and we're friends with them, so
the scavenger hunt began, and SL did an amazing job of leading. I got to help with it! i called out prompts
and DANG were we efficient
we werent even late to getting back
usually while the scores are being calculated, we dick around, and every section did plenty of that, including us, but it was kinda awkward bc the senior piccs wanted no part of it
i was upset bc why can't we just,,, not separate ourselves like that. Why do we have to be different and extra and not social
I stayed with the seniors bc I was more scared of leaving them, but I was annoyed
after scores were calculated and we were all standing together, I went around and said "reminder! all we want is not last" and I get back to my place where I was standing to hear the seniors just like "idc what we get, I just wanna go home"
cool thanks
but we didn't get last!! and we did sorta scream bc that's huge!
last place had 41 points
AND THEN WE DIDN'T GET SECOND TO LAST
YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE LOOKS ON OUR FACES
but then we
DIDN'T GET THIRD TO LAST EITHER
at this point we're holding our breath, not screaming, just giving each other Looks
how well did we do? we had such a big section
fast forward to them announcing fourth place, and that wasn't us either, we were all whispering about how we ranked. No matter what, we were first, second, or third, and that's like getting a medal
and we weren't third
"first place had significantly more photos"
that kinda where we all accepted that we got second
and WE FUCKING WON WITH 81 POINTS
WE
WON
WE WON MY FRESHMAN YEAR AND NOW MY SENIOR YEAR
THAT'S H U G E
piccolos don't win things
we don't even know the clarinets
we called ourselves the clarilos
we're so fckn stoked about our win, guys, it hasn't even set in, really
NOT LAST NOT LAST NOT LAST
#I fell asleep while writing this last night#so lets see if I can catch up and write two tonight#band#band camp#marching band#cbc#2k21 bc adventures#rant#cpb speaks
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KC Bingo – Prompt: Bracelet
@klaroline-events
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The feel of the sun against pale, porcelain skin inspires a tinge of nostalgia that Caroline tries not to dwell upon. Memories of summer camps in Virginia, going on picnics with her mom on the sheriff’s rare days off, and aiming hoses during water fights with her best friends try to seep into her mind, and she lets them in with a slight smile. There’s been minimal contact over the past few years since she moved to London, but she knows the kind of bond they shared since she was in first grade doesn’t let up that easily.
It’s rarely hot in London, and even now with the sun directly in contact with her face and gleaming against the diamond bracelet she hasn’t taken off in five years, it’s only barely warm. There are still dark, looming clouds on the horizon, and Caroline knows better than to leave her handy umbrella at home, even if it occupies most of the space in her handbag. There’s a slight skip to her steps, hands wrapped securely around the coffee she bought for her and her roommate. She briefly wonders if she should stop to drink it before heading to work or if she’s already running late as it is, but shrugs the thought off. Coffee first. Bitch boss later.
Cami’s quick to open the door upon the less than graceful banging she did with her foot, bright smile in place and already in her work uniform. She met the blonde almost six months ago at the pub where she’s working at as a bartender when Caroline was new to London. Camille (who goes by Cami) had been delighted to meet another American so far from home and their conversation brought them to Caroline asking whether the girl knew anyone in need of a place to stay since she’s short of a roommate. The bartender turns out to be the perfect candidate with her lease almost up and they hit it off pretty quickly afterwards. In two weeks time, the bedroom opposite hers is occupied and they’ve been living together since.
“We’re out of coffee,” Cami greets her sheepishly.
Caroline rolls her eyes and moves past her to place the steaming paper cups on the counter. “No shit. It was your turn to do the groceries, remember?”
“I’m sorry!” The blonde pleads. “You know I’ve been seeing someone and he’s just…”
“I know. He’s hot, rich, very British, duh, and totally out of your league.” Caroline recites the words like clockwork before perking up. “Maybe he can accompany you to the store, make it a grocery shopping date! That’d be fun. Make sure he brings his card, too.”
Cami just gives her a look that makes her crack up.
“Fine, fine. I’ll try to stop by the store sometime this week, but you owe me! You know I need my coffee in the mornings and so do you.”
“Thank you, Care,” Cami grins before sighing. “I really can’t wait for you to meet him. He’s perfect. I mean, there’s a lot of baggage there, sure, but nothing I can’t handle. I really, really, like him.”
Caroline can’t help but smile at the slightly dazed look on her roommate’s face. “That’s great. I’m happy for you, Cami, I truly am, but I am also running late. I’ll see you later?”
“I’ll grab dinner,” she calls out to Caroline right before she makes it out the door.
“Good!”
-
Caroline admits that she’s having a shitty day. First, waking up to no coffee and having to buy one from the nearest café which is, like, five blocks away so is it really near? Second, running late to work because of said emergency coffee run. Third, getting a half hour lecture about punctuality from her boss and barely concealing the urge to bitch slap her. And now, as said boss thought it was a perfect punishment to drown her in paper works for the day, missing the tube and having to either walk home or catch a cab. Both options are, well, crap.
Now, phone pressed to her ear and trying her hardest to swallow the lump in her throat as she watches the taxi’s meter go up by the minute (she lasted ten minutes walking before the sky poured, so now she’s a shivering, wet mess who’s about to have an unnecessary dent in her wallet), she fights back a frustrated scream at Cami’s words on the other end of the line.
“I know it’s like, totally last minute, but we had dinner and he dropped me off and I invited him for tea because he hates coffee and now he’s here and I think I’m going to ask him to stay the night. Care?”
Caroline closes her eyes tight before sighing. “Fine. I’m going to need to pick up my things, though, and call my friend to ask if I can stay over.”
“Right, Bethany something–“
“Bekah,” she corrects.
“Bekah, yes! Anyways, Caroline, you’re literally an angel. Thank you so much. I will owe you so much after this. And I can introduce you guys without it being awkward ‘cause you’ll only be here for like, fifteen minutes!”
Caroline finally cracks a smile at her friend’s thrilled tone, bidding her goodbye before hanging up. She rarely witnesses Cami become an overexcited fool, especially over a guy, and she truly is happy for the other blonde–even if she is kicking her out on one of the worst bad days of Caroline’s life since she moved to London.
She hears the accented voice before she can even push her key in, and she almost starts at how familiar it sounds. Alas, she’s in Britain, and how many men with the same accent will unnerve her before she gets used to it? Trying to brush a few clumpy strands of hair from her face so she could at least try to look presentable, Caroline pushes the door open.
The sight that greets her leaves her trapped at the doorway, bag hitting the floor with a loud thud and breath leaving her parted lips. Instantly she’s assaulted with memories she’s tried so hard to bury and forget; fingertips tracing deep dimples on stubbled cheeks, hands clutching dark blonde curls, the heat of a palm in stark contrast to the coldness of the bracelet clasped securely on her wrist, the best kisses and nights of her life, whispered ‘I love you’s’ against plump red lips, and then the hurt–mind-numbing, crippling hurt, pain that makes her throat close up even now, almost two years later, pain that she’s so sure she’ll carry heavily on her chest until she dies.
“Nik,” she breathes out.
He’s frozen on his spot, too, standing rigidly in the middle of her living room in a dark blue Henley and jeans, hands clenched in fists at his sides, jaw tensed and barely breathing. His hair is shorter, but the curls are still there, sitting atop his head in sinful swirls. He looks good–better, even, than the last time she saw him (angry eyes gleaming with traitorous tears, pale cheeks and pain, pain, pain).
“Caroline,” he says her name the same, like it’s a prayer, like every letter is made to come out from his lips and only his, like nothing has changed and they both do not have invisible yet permanent scars from the last time they saw each other.
The urge is still there, to launch herself at him, feel the hard lines of his body against hers again after so long, to claim his mouth if only to test if he still tastes the same. He lets his tongue slip out right then, to trace on his lower lip, and she knows he’s thinking the same.
“You guys already know each other?” Cami’s voice breaks the haziness of seeing him again, and it’s only then that Caroline realizes the implication of the sight in front of her: Klaus, still unmoving behind the coffee table with blueberry eyes darting between her own and on the shiny glint of diamonds wrapped around her left wrist and Cami, walking towards him to hook her arm around his.
“I’m–“ she heaves, and she knows it’s only a matter of seconds before her vision blurs with tears, she knows it, and she’ll not allow it to happen, not in front of him, not in front of Cami. God. “I’m just going to get my things, I–“
And then she practically ran towards her bedroom, shutting the door and sinking down to her knees immediately, face buried in her hands to readily muffle her stormy cries.
-
They met when Caroline was barely eighteen, trying to man the cheer squad, beautification committee and prom committee all at once. He’s Rebekah’s brother, 21 and in a college near the event’s venue, and she only knows this because the junior cannot keep her mouth shut about him. He goes to one of their cheering competitions once and he’s there for his sister, of course he is, but his eyes also didn’t leave her the whole day.
“He’s my favorite brother,” Rebekah beams at her, tying her white sneakers with her feet up the bench in the changing rooms. “You have to come to our celebration dinner afterwards. It’ll just be you, me and him, and he’s promised to drive us home.”
“Sure,” she replies with a steady smile of her own, because she likes Rebekah, thinks the girl is talented if at times bratty, and Caroline’s looking to name her captain when she graduates in five months. “I’m sure it’ll be fun.”
Klaus asks her out before they even cross the ‘Wecome to Mystic Falls’ sign after dinner, unbothered by Rebekah slapping his arm with a sharp glare and smirking at her through the rearview mirror.
“No,” she smiles back sharply, and his grin only widens.
-
“I’m going to head out,” she announces as soon as she leaves her room, trying to smile reassuringly at Cami while simultaneously ignoring the man standing beside her. “Bekah’s waiting for me and I already called a cab.”
Klaus tenses at his sister’s name, eyes narrowing at her in confusion, but she avoids his stare long enough to listen to Cami.
“Wait, you haven’t even–“
“I’ll tell you everything tomorrow, alright?” She promises. “Bye!”
She can’t head out any quicker, but she still hears him talking: “I’m going to go get something from my car, I’ll–“
Caroline walks faster.
He catches her just as she steps outside the building, wrapping a hand around her upper arm to pull her back and she almost starts at the contact, the touch searing her skin like it’s been burned.
“Caroline–“
“Don’t,” she whips around and finally their eyes meet, barely a space between their faces and god, she missed him. When they broke up, she’s left hollowed, a huge space in her chest empty and aching and still now she’s barely just beginning to be okay. He looks at her the same, too, and it’s enough to make her eyes well up no matter how hard she fights it. “Please don’t.”
His grip only tightens. “I–“
“I’ll come up with something tomorrow to tell her,” she rushes out. “Don’t say anything to Cami, alright? I’ll handle it.”
“We need to talk, love.”
“Don’t–” she says again, pleads. “–call me that. And not now, okay? I really need to go.”
He stands his ground, and Caroline flinches at the feel of his fingers tracing the bracelet on her left hand. “You’re still wearing it.”
“I need to go.” She pulls her arm out of his hold and he looks conflicted but he lets her, the same way he did two years ago, and Caroline leaves.
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