#oh yai if only you'd told the truth | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

peterparkouryo · 1 year

Text

rebound iii | ✧.*

✧.*

prompt; You deal with the after math of Peter's kiss

warnings: angst, gaslighting, blame-shifting, semi fluff, typos i'm not bothered to fix, and closure (yay!!)

word count: 7.1k (cuz it’s the last chapter maybe)

part one part two

You hadn't been able to sleep. There were plenty reasons as to why. One being, you had a test later today, two you found out your ex(?) was the Queens hero Spider-Man, three the same day you found out he was the vigilante hero was also the same day he had kissed you.

After the very unexpected kiss, he all but too awkwardly left you with your thoughts, the clogs in your brain trying to work but to no avail. You didn't say anything either, and neither did you try to push him away.

It made your head hurt, trying to understand why Peter kissed you in the first place. Maybe it had something to do with your confession, or he realized Michelle wasn't the right choice after all.

You had only hoped it wasn't the second option. If it was any other person you'd be beaming, but Michelle was a harmless person who only saw the best in people. You really didn't feel good about kissing someone you know she had feelings for.

The problem now was, how were you going to face her and Peter? Especially Peter.

It's only been a few hours since the kiss, it now being almost the crack of dawn since then, and you couldn't sleep, no matter what.

You tried to find alternatives, loopholes and whatever else you could possibly think of to avoid Peter at all cost. It was hopeless considering you had a few classes with him, and a lunch period as well. You could fake sick, but your mom works an AM shift to PM shift today, so she wouldn't be home when you had to get up and ready for school.

Another misfortunate was, should you talk to him. Obviously that was your first thought, but given how awkward the kiss was to begin with and how he left without saying a word, you knew the solution would just be as worst.

You sadly had no friends to talk to, other than Betty, but she wouldn't be much help with how happy go she was all the time. It was just you and your thoughts to keep you company.

Finally, you got the sleep you deserved.

Okay, so maybe that was a complete lie, unless you count the hour of sleep you managed to sneak in.

You were all zombie like waking up, getting ready, and on your way to school, your mind surprisingly Peter free as you arrived at your locker.

"Hey Y/N." A voice greets you from behind, you turn around, your heart almost dropping to your chest.

"Oh-, hey uh, hey Michelle." You give her a small smile, the tiredness probably evident on your face.

You tried to not look surprised, or let your fear show because you had known the brown haired girl to be quite the observant person. You hope she didn't notice how nervous you were.

"How'd it go with Peter?" She asked, and you gulp, blinking as you close your locker, fixing up the clatter of school notebooks and whatever in your hold.

"It was," Michelle expectingly waits for your answer. "It went okay." You tell her, not really knowing if it was the truth or not.

She nods, slowly, giving you a narrowed eye look before going back to her neutral expression.

"Oh, that's what Peter said as well." Michelle states, and you nod.

It surprised you, really, that the boy had even spoken to Michelle. He probably didn't tell her about the kiss, unless he did and she just didn't say anything to you about it because she didn't care. Maybe Peter was really awkward, or tried his best to seem as if it went 'okay'.

"Really? What did he say?" You question quietly.

"Nothing much, just you two talked and found the closure you needed." She says with a small shrug.

Okay, so that was an obvious lie, because you two didn't get to the talking part of proper closure. You idiotically told him you loved him, he ran away, came to your window afterward and kissed you. So if that was his idea of closure, Peter's a pretty stupid person.

You hum, the silence standing next to you to join conversation. You didn't know what to say to her, and you didn't want to tell her you kissed Peter, because you didn't want to be on her bad side, and you have no idea if Peter told her already or not.

"Well, We should get to class." Michelle breaks your thoughts, but you had one more question to ask her.

"So, are you two not together yet?"

The girl raises her eyebrows at your question, you don't give her any sort of expression ('less you count your blank face), waiting for her to answer you.

"Uh, no, we decided to wait a bit before jumping into a relationship." Michelle informs and you nod, your heartbeat slowing down just a bit.

"I mean, he did just get out of one, with you. I'm not that kind of girl." She concludes, and you give her a genuine smile.

"Right." You nod again.

"Class?"

"Sure."

You then both walk to your first period together, though you don't have the same class it was nice to talk to her one the way.

Math was the absolute worst class, and not because you had Peter in it either. Before you had even known the boy, math was the worst subject to mankind.

Whoever invented it clearly hated people and probably enjoyed watching them suffer as they try to solve world's most difficult problems.

What made this class worst was today was a partnered day, you curse whoever assigned making group discussions a thing as well.

Normally you'd work alone in these kind of units, that was until you started dating Peter and you and him would always be partners for projects or whatever, but things were different now.

So to be said, you had asked your teacher to let you work alone, which he had said no to and assigned you to a duo, and if god wasn't on your side in the past, you knew he never was on your side to begin with.

It was almost like your math teacher was in the know of you and Peter's epilogue of a relationship. Practically throwing you into the burning pit that is the awkwardness you had planned to avoid. You could hate your teacher for that, but you knew he probably only you put you with them because he had actively seen you interact with the boys way before your awful break up with Peter.

Ned sees you before Peter does (thankfully), and he shows you a bright smile as you drag your feet to the last place you'd rather be, in the presence of Peter.

In all honesty, you managed to forget about the fact Peter had intentionally kiss you, maybe because so far during the school hours you successfully avoided him, and only focused on the dreadful school work you had been assigned.

"Hi." You greet Ned as soon as you stop in-front of the conjoined desks, and he greets you back.

"Hey, how are you?" Ned's question was ignorant, but you wouldn't blame him for that.

You shrug, your eyes glance to Peter, who pretends to be intently focused on the math questions in-front of him.

"Fine." You deadpan, slowly sit at the third desk, paper in hand.

Peter had yet to look at you, and you knew you should be just as anxious as him, with you admitting to being in love with him, which went against every moral a girl should have, and the awkward kiss the two of you shared in your bedroom.

Okay, so it wasn't awkward, but that doesn't mean it was good. It lacked feeling, almost like the kiss was out of pity. You didn't have enough time to add more to it, because as slowly he leaned in, he was quick to pull away. It was almost like he regretted it, though, yeah that could be the case, but you really didn't know what that had meant for the two of you.

Of course the closure was never settled, and you thought the kiss maybe meant he didn't want closure. That alone, confused you.

You knew you should talk to Peter, but you didn't exactly know when the right time was. Did you do it today? Tomorrow? Next week, month, year? Well, probably not year, who would wait that long to talk about one shared kiss post break up. To be honest, you really had no idea what to do, there's not like there are handbooks for these kind of things anyway.

Instead of worrying about what to do with Peter, you should focus on your math work, despite it being your least favourite subject ever.

You glance at the paper, and it felt like you were looking at a foreign page. You had no idea what "Factor by grouping" meant, and now you wished you paid a little more attention in math class.

Hopefully neither of the boys noticed your bewildered expression staring at your paper, and you pick up your pencil, hovering it over the paper. You decided on rather you should pretend to understand or maybe the paper would magically fill in itself, which could be possible if you were honest.

Minutes had already gone by, and not a thing was on your paper. You'd occasionally glance up to see Peter or Ned's progress, which was a lot further than yours. You felt embarrassed, truly. For a "group" activity, there wasn't much of that going on. At least, from yours. Poor Ned would even try to talk to Peter, who gave him mainly one word answers, his voice was a grumble with each word he said.

"Hey uh, Ned." You start, swallowing that hard lump forming in your throat, avoiding Peter's curious gaze.

Ned all too quickly snaps his head at you, excited that at least one of the two of you were willing to say more than a word to him. He eagerly awaits whatever it is you had to say.

"I really don't know what I'm doing." You had admitted shyly, pressing your lips together.

Ned gives you an understanding nod, gesturing your paper over to himself, and you hand it to him.

The boy studies your empty paper, and his almost completed paper, and if you paid enough attention, you'd see the cogs trying to work in his brain, probably coming up with an easy way to explain the unit to you in an easy way.

"All you have to do is um, group the first two terms together, then the last two terms." Peter explains in an almost mumble, pointing to the numbers on your paper with the eraser end of his pencil.

Ned gives you a worried look, darting his eyes back and fourth between you and Peter.

"After that you can, like, factor it out from each separate binomial, and then do the same with the common." He adds, forcing a small smile your way, and you have to quickly break eye contact as you take your paper back from Ned.

You nod at his words, the tension quickly becoming unbearable. Had this math class always been this long? You have to fidget in your seat that became more uncomfortable each passing second.

"A thank you wouldn't hurt."

You give Peter a side-eye, his words seem mean, but his tone was fair. The boy stares at you, awaiting your praise, but you look back at your paper instead of any verbal actions.

Peter lets out a huff, and you could smile in victory if he wasn't watching you like a damn hawk.

Ned is visibly afraid and thank god the bell rings, signalling it was time for your next period, which you couldn't be more happy about.

You tell Ned a quick goodbye, clutching your paper in your hand, your backpack slung over your shoulder, making your way to your next period without sparing a glance behind you.

School went by painfully slow after your math class, and you were emotionally and physically exhausted from it. The test later that day made sure of that.

Atlas, instead of going home to your comfortable bed, you opted to stay after school to catch up on missing work.

The library wasn't as full as it was, and it being in said place makes your heart ache, your face grimacing at previous conversations that took place last time you were here. Thankfully, you were smart enough to sit as far away from the table where Peter nonverbally rejected your love.

You realize that it was incredibly stupid of you to tell the boy you loved him when he had clearly loved another, but it was a moment of weakness and you didn't have the chance to tell him how you felt when you two were together.

You didn't know what came over you to have the audacity to do that to Peter or Michelle, it certainly wasn't fair to your feelings, or him.

Speaking of him, maybe you had been thinking about him way too much for the past week or you were secretly a superhero with manifesting powers, but you swear when you glance up, you see a soaked Peter, his demeanour was vexation, almost like it was entirely toward you.

You had to blink a few times to make sure who you were seeing was actually standing above you, and once you do, his figure didn't go away. Which meant, he was standing before you.

"Peter?" Your voice is a mix between confusion and surprise, which can mean the same thing if you think about it.

"Can we talk?" He's straight to the point, the boy's face was pinched with a grimace of some sort.

"Actually, no, we can't. The last time we did you kissed me." You tell him, and you put yourself in motion of packing your things, to escape his presence once again.

Once you successfully put your things in your backpack, you stand from the table, going to walk past a brooding Peter, who quickly takes a hold of your wrist before you could make any further movements.

"I kissed you? I'm pretty sure it's the other way around." Peter states as you try to break free of his hold, and you momentarily stop your struggles as you send the boy a glare.

"Did those words seriously just come out of your mouth, Parker?" Your anger was evident, you knew he could tell with the way his pupils dilated at your tone.

There was no absolute way he believed it was you who kissed him first. Admittedly, you did kiss him back, but if you recall, you know you didn't kiss the boy first.

His grip loosens, but he doesn't let go. You could see that he was thinking of his next words carefully.

"Yeah, I mean you're the one who told me you loved me, so it would make sense that you were the one who kissed me first." Peter lets go of your wrist entirely, placing his hands at his side, awaiting your reaction.

Your reaction was everything he'd been expecting, anger. You were angry, mad at yourself, and especially mad at Peter, who dared to use your love for him against you.

"You can't do that." You say, the painfully frustrating tears fighting to stay at bay.

It feels like ever since your break up, all you did was cry.

There's a clear understanding expression Peter shows, noticing your fight with the tears now streaming down your face. The boy almost feels bad.

Peter really had no idea why he continued to break your heart. It's not like really had a choice in the matter, you had confessed your love to him very all of a sudden. The boy didn't know what to do with that.

It also didn't help that he, for some reason, had this guilt-ridden notion every time he thought upon your words.

The boy knew it was very unfair to you that he couldn't love you the way you loved him. He found it harder to be with you when he was slowly falling out of that honeymoon phase that every couple has. Of course, it's not like he hadn't thought about being in love, specifically with you.

He'd like to think you two were right people at the wrong time. It doesn't justify the unforgivable break up, but he hopes in some ways more than another, you two could be friends. Peter really didn't mean to make you cry, at all.

"I'm-, I'm sorry." Peter apologizes, watching your face fall in thought at his words.

"It's true though, I really don't think it's fair for you to kiss me post break up." He adds, not awaiting for your response rather you forgive him or not.

You give him a dumbfounded look, narrowing your eyes as you restate his words in your head. You knew Peter could be stupid, but there was a certain levity of stupid he could achieve, his pervious words was a prime example.

"You can't possibly believe I kissed you." You emphasis your sentence and Peter gives you an eye roll.

"You do know that it takes two people to kiss, and had you not shown up to my house in a Spider-Man outfit, confronted me about what I'm now realizing was a big mistake, maybe you wouldn't feel so guilty about kissing me in the first place." You ramble quite angrily, your words getting louder with each word you say, drawing attention to a few people nearby.

"You're not making any sense." The boy shakes his head with an eye roll as a librarian steps between the two of you.

"Excuse me, you two have to leave." She says quietly and you nod in understanding, considering the two of you have had been a disturbance the moment Peter walked up to you.

"Was just about to." You tell her, maintaining eye contact with Peter before turning away from him and making your way out of the library.

"So you just walked away?" Betty asks from across from you on your bed, you give her a nod.

"What else was I supposed to do?" You question back in confusion.

It had been two or three days after what you would call a silly argument with Peter on who kissed who first, and you were more annoyed than dejected if anything.

Peter hadn't tried to talk to you, thankfully, after that and both of you managed to pretend either or didn't exist. Though, yes, you do love him, but the boy was purposely attempting to put all the blame on you for no reason at all. You knew you hadn't kissed him first, he knew (or so you think) as well, so it confused you beyond point as to why he made it seem as if it was your fault.

"I don't know, are you sure he kissed you?" The blonde questioned again, and you tilt your head at her.

"Yes, I mean I know I kissed him back, but I don't know, kinda feels like he was taking advantage of my confession." You had admitted.

You were sure those were most likely his intentions, not that you had any proof, but it just didn't sit right with you that Peter kisses you not even a day later after you told him you loved him. It was a certainty he had no idea what he was doing, and did it just to make you feel better, but he surely didn't know the half of it.

If anything, it made you feel sad. Your heart ached every time you thought about his actions he had tried to shift heavily on you. It was clear Peter knew exactly what he was doing, trying to make you out to be the bad guy was a new blow, even for him.

"Or maybe that's his way of closure." Betty suggested with a shrug.

"Who kisses their ex, then blames them for it as closure?" You wondered aloud as Betty cringes in agreement.

"I don't know, Peter was always kind of weird." She laughs and you show her a grimace as you nod.

"You should find someone else, like I know Peter is the love of your life, but it's clear he has no intentions of getting back with you." Betty states firmly, placing a hand on your knee in reassurance, it does nothing for you.

"I know." You agree with your friend, subtly removing her hand from your knee as you go to stretch.

"It'll be hard though." You tell her as you get up from your bed, avoiding your window, with many painful memories you try not to dwell on.

"Yeah, but I'll be with you every step of the way." You hear the girl's voice behind you as you both make it out of your bedroom, heading into the kitchen.

You knew Betty was probably right, despite your very obvious love for Peter even though he broke your heart in more ways than one (intentional or unintentionally), you had to give up on him. Peter was in love with someone else, and if you knew what being in love was like (which you do), you knew it's not that simple to fall out of it.

Maybe it was, but there wasn't any said evidence or crystal clear signs Peter had loved you before broke up with you. And you were far behind the whole "breaking up with you on your birthday" ordeal as well. It was more him not owning up to his actions of taking advantage of your love that made you more upset than words could express.

It was a wonder how someone so sweet, pure, and forgivable as Peter Parker, could make you second guess everything you had thought was good, into something so deploring.

All you wanted, really, was to know when, how and why Peter didn't want to be with you anymore at some point in your relationship. He had given you no apparent signs that you could guess off on, which made your cascading relationship unknown to you.

Hopefully someone else could heal your scars Peter had pierced into your delicate heart.

It might take awhile, but you're willing to take it slow, step by step until you're finally mended from your heartbreak.

"Does Michelle know you two kissed?"

Your thoughts are broken from Betty's curious question, taking your attention away from the fruit bowl on your counter, turning over to the blonde girl who had a bottled water in her grasp.

You shrug.

"I don't doubt that she doesn't know, wouldn't put it past Peter to not tell her." You answer, accepting the other water bottle Betty had offered.

"Yeah, let's hope she isn't too mad tomorrow at decathlon." She countered and your eyes almost widen at her statement.

You had completely forgot you were even on the Academic Decathlon, much to your dismay. If it wasn't for your mother who insisted for you to join some sort of after school activity to make it look good on your college resume, you'd probably never would had met Betty, or Michelle.

Ironically, Peter had already been on the team by time you joined, and that was before the two of you had become a thing and it made you feel a little better knowing your friend (at the time) had been there to keep you company.

It wasn't all that boring being on the team, it had its moments, some you'd like to forget mostly.

For example, when you were deep into your relationship with Peter, that's when you noticed his distance. Given the fact that Michelle also was on the team, you were becoming aware of just how invested he was with her and paid little to no attention to you, no matter what you did.

You would like to think it wasn't entirely your fault. It was a aspect of knowledge that not all high school couples last even a month, but it hurt knowing Peter had not taken how you felt into consideration when his feelings for you faded away. He left you insecure.

More insecure when he broke up with you the evening you were supposed to celebrate the day you were born. You weren't sure if that you would ever properly recover from that day, or if your future birthdays will have a heart aching scar embodied in your mind forever.

"I think I'll go, my mom-" Betty cuts herself off, and you nod, completely understanding what she was leading off with.

"Yeah, of course, see you tomorrow." You give your blonde friend a goodbye hug, putting the unopened bottle of water in the refrigerator, your ears picking up the sound of a door opening and closing, indicating Betty was no longer in your apartment.

You think to yourself, it was the perfect time to catch up on some much needed sleep.

Your nap wasn't too bad, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't have at least one nightmare.

Nightmares were one of those rare things you had, even as a child, and you knew ninety percent of the time they occurred because of stress, and anxiety. Which of course, you never had to worry about at such a young age. It was always one of things your mom had reassured if you had, she'd be there for you, and surely enough, she isn't. Instead, she's working her PM to AM shift to keep up with the rent, and make sure you have enough food to eat for tomorrow, so you wouldn't hold that against her.

You woke up in a bead of sweat, your tank top was sticky against your skin, the duvet that kept you warm now suffocating you in the worst way possible.

The rain had calmed you down a bit, reassuring you of its tranquility. You loved when it rained on a bad day. That doesn't make too much sense, because usually when it rained on said day, it was supposed to be unlucky. But you found comfort in the sounds of the pitter patter hitting your window, its soft rhythm was peaceful.

You hear your phone ping with a message from your nightstand. It was probably your mom checking on you, asking if you were okay, or maybe even hungry.

Much to your surprise, it wasn't her or even Betty.

It was Peter.

You still had no idea why you didn't find it in you to block his number, it was a weakness that didn't fix any kind of closure you desperately sought out to get.

You unlock your phone to read the text.

Peter

answer door pls

Mentally, you groan in annoyance. You were mildly confused as to why Peter made it almost a routine to show up at your apartment to probably continue with his habit of breaking your heart.

In one way or another, you knew you couldn't avoid him forever as much as you liked and that you would see him tomorrow in class and after school for decathlon, so you figured now might as well be the time for the closure you both needed.

You open your front door, face to face with a hair drenched, soaking Peter, his front curls sticking to his head.

"You're avoiding me." Is the first thing he says and you roll your eyes at his choice of words.

"And you can't take a hint." You tell him, narrowing your glare onto the boy.

"No, trust me I can, I just-, we really didn't get to finish our conversation from the library the other day." Peter points out, scanning your sleep attire, and you self consciously have to wrap your arms over your body in fear of judgement.

"You mean the one where you try to gaslight me into thinking I kissed you first?" You question as Peter flickers his eyes into your glare.

"But you did!" He exclaims in defence.

"I didn't." You argue back, opting to close your front door in his face, and his strong advantage stops your action.

You sigh in frustration at that, instead of attempting to close the door again, you walk away from the front door, not caring if he came in or not and made your way into your bedroom quickly, closing and locking the door to hide away from Peter.

Of course, this was stupid, you couldn't hide forever and surely enough Peter would probably climb up to your window to harass you even more about the argument of who kissed who first, which you didn't need from him or anyone for that matter, because you knew the truth.

Peter on the other hand, found it unfair that you wouldn't even have a proper conversation with him. He needed to ask you questions, but first he had to dig into the hole of the kiss that wasn't supposed to happen.

Maybe he did kiss you first, but he couldn't see past the fact that you were in love with him, so he assumes it was you who initiated such an intimate thing to happen. It was a very awkward kiss, and he knows it had something to do with guilt.

He's been guilty of your feelings since the day of the break up and it doesn't help him in the slightest when it came to MJ. Peter thought breaking up with you would be easy on his part, it didn't occur to him how heartbreaking it would be for you, because of course you had stronger feelings than he internally thought. Which had made getting over you quickly harder the day you voiced your devotion to him.

Honestly, Peter was scared he'd give up on MJ (something he didn't want), and crawl back to you.

Only because it was the first time anyone (other than May), had expressed such care for him. It was something he needed from anyone other than a close family member, to let him know he mattered, and you provided just want he craved to hear. What made it so difficult for him was the fact that you had said it.

Had it been someone else, maybe MJ, he'd be more ecstatic and maybe even joyous of that affection for him, but hearing you tell him you loved him was like a stab to the chest.

It was so unfair that you did that, knowing he wasn't in love with you, but yet you still felt the need to do such a thing. Maybe if he hadn't broken up with you, you would say it anyway, but it still wouldn't make things better, because he was already worn out of the relationship.

God, Peter felt like such a terrible person, he knew he was because you were in love with him and he wasn't, then to make matters absolutely worst, he kissed you even though you were both mutually aware he had feelings for someone else.

First you hear soft knocks at your door, then your name in an almost desperate voice.

"No, go away." You tell him, sinking impossibly deeper into your bed, hoping eventually, Peter does just that.

"Please, just open the door." The boy pleads, his hand gripping the doorknob of your door.

You ignore him, grabbing the pillow from under your head and placing it on opposite side, covering your ear to block out the bug (no pun intended) that is Peter Parker.

For a few seconds, a silence is evident, and you wondered if the boy had gave up and decided on leaving you alone as you requested or if he'll do something stupid like, climb up your building just to get to your window.

You remove the pillow from your head, sitting up and focusing your attention to your door, your eyes widen at what catches your gaze.

"Peter, what the hell?" You exclaim, throwing your blanket off your body and quickly standing up to walk over to your bedroom door that was now open.

Peter awkwardly holds your doorknob in his head, pressing his lips together sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, it kinda just happened, I swear I didn't mean to-" He starts frantically, those puppy brown eyes having such an effect on you, you blink away your frustration.

"I just don't know my own strength sometimes, I'll fix it for you." Peter exclaims apologetically.

"It's fine, you don't have to." You reassure him, holding your hand out for him to give you your now broken doorknob, which he does.

You throw the doorknob onto your bed, turning back to Peter, his hair slightly damp, the air diffusing away the wetness from the rain.

The silence is very awkward, and you don't have any strength in you left to force him to leave, maybe the quietness will be uncomfortable enough for him to leave. Peter instead stands outside your bedroom, rocking back and fourth on his feet, a silent question you're familiar with.

"If I let you in, do you promise you're willing to talk like mature teenagers?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at the boy across from you, who gives you a nod.

"Yes, promise."

You sigh, moving out the way to let him into your room, leaving your door cracked.

When you turn around, Peter stands in the middle of your room nervously as if he hadn't been in there a million times before, but you guess you could understand his hesitance considering your new up to date relationship.

"You can sit on the bed." You tell him, watching him stare at you quickly.

"Oh, okay."

Peter goes over to sit on your bed and you follow behind, opting to stand above him at a respectful distance.

"So, why did you decide to lie about me kissing you first?" You question, straight to the point, folding your arms over your chest.

Peter stares at your carpet for awhile, a million possible answers breezing through his mind. It was a difficult question to answer, but deep down Peter knew there was only one true answer he needed to voice.

Maybe if he was honest, you two would get the proper closure you were seeking. He couldn't continue this saga of hurting you every time you would have a conversation, it ending in heartbreak and tears, for you at least.

"I don't know." Peter starts, finding the strength to look you in the eye, he notices the pout on your face.

If the two of you were still together, he'd most likely litter your face in kisses until your face brightened into a smile, but Peter's sure that sort of thought is deemed inappropriate so he shakes it away.

"I guess when you told me you loved me, it scared me and I wanted to talk to you about it, I really did, but I got so caught up in my head..." He trails off and you listen intently.

"I didn't mean to and I'm sorry I put you through so much for the past few weeks. It's just someone else other than May telling me they love me made me feel, good? I guess, I don't know." Peter places his hands into his head in shame and embarrassment.

Your heart clenches in a dreadful feeling you couldn't explain. It had not occurred to you that you were one of the few people who genuinely cared for Peter and were willing to risk everything for him. You knew he lacked in that department and had little to no one say words of affection to him, let him know he was loved and would be his shoulder to cry on.

Then again, the boy had made no serious effort in the peak of your relationship to appreciate you for being there for him, neither near the end of it.

"Peter." You whisper, cowering down to your knees, grabbing his hands from his face, replacing them with your own, forcing his eyes into yours.

"It's okay." You counter, the boy only shakes his head in disagreement.

"No, I'm-, I broke up with you on your birthday, then I kiss you-, I'm sorry." Peter chokes out.

Peter was sure he was having a mental breakdown, his head ached as he tries to tell you everything you need to hear.

"I know I'm your least favourite person right now and I keep apologizing, but I am sorry. It's not fair to you." He says, removing your hands from his face and holding them in his.

You don't know what to say, so you stay silent, trying to digest his words to form a proper response.

You also didn't know if you should be happy at his confession, somewhere in between his words he subtly admitted he was in the wrong for accusing you of kissing him first and hopefully he meant it.

You knew you both were in the wrong, having Peter tell you how it overwhelmed him that you told him you were in love made realization dawn upon you that maybe you shouldn't had done that. The break up was so sudden and you didn't know when the perfect time it was to tell someone you loved them, which is why you foolishly told him the day you needed closure.

"I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to scare you like that." You confess, pressing your lips together in defeat.

Peter accepts your apology with a nod, bringing his gaze from your connected hands, briefly meeting your forlorn expression, something on your nightstand catching his attention.

"Is that my birthday gift?" You turn to where his eyes were and you see the unopened box he had gave you post birthday.

Truth be told, you forgot all about it. The minute you got home you absentmindly placed it on your nightstand, the object long forgotten as soon as your face hit your pillow and you were already crying, having no intention of opening his gift.

"Oh, uh, yeah." You answer his question, feeling his hands loosen from yours, the boy standing up to go over to the nightstand.

Peter picks up your unopened gift, examining it carefully before his brown eyes met your now standing figure.

"I think you should open it." He tells you, handing the box over to you and you furrow your eyebrows as you take it, looking back and fourth in between him and the small box.

"Now?"

"Yeah, why not." Peter shrugs.

You look back down at the box, giving a few seconds of a debate in your head before giving in and opening up the object.

When you open the small box, you notice a small pink charm, pulling the object out for closer inspection, seeing it to be a pink carnation charm necklace.

You try not to let your confusion show, bewildered at the flower choice that you both knew wasn't at all close to being your favourite, Peter notices your expression and is quick to explain.

"I know it's not your favourite flower, but it means to never forget someone, which I know is bad timing but I really felt bad for how we- I ended things so I looked up flowers and their meaning and came across, well, that." Peter rambled, watching your face observe the necklace curiously.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Well, what am I supposed to say?" You wondered, breaking your gaze away from the object.

"I don't know, thank you?" Peter suggested and you roll your eyes, placing the necklace back into the box, closing it and handing it to the boy who gives you a very confused look.

"That's not how gifts work." He tells you bewilderedly.

"I don't want your stupid gift Peter," You state, shoving it into his grasp in annoyance.

Peter looks at you as if you just killed a favourite animal of his, he could feel his heart break at your words.

The boy hadn't known what came over him when he ordered your gift, hoping if you opened it you would feel better, but given the fact that you never did before he kissed you, he supposed it was a terrible plan to begin with.

"But-"

"It'll just be a sad reminder." You reasoned.

Peter nods at your logic, staring at the small box before deciding to meet your eyes again.

"Are we okay?" He decides to ask.

"Honestly? No, and I don't think we ever will be, but I'll learn to tolerate you." You tell him, narrowing your eyes to seek out any expression Peter offered.

You couldn't be his friend, not after the heartbreak he put you through, but you knew you would have to learn to tolerate him at some point, you two had classes together after all.

And when he eventually does start dating Michelle, you know it'll be hard for you at first, you'll distance yourself, but you'll have to come around to accept it.

It was a fair agreement, even if it wasn't spoken by either or of you, that you just weren't meant to be.

Hopefully you could find someone who did love you and wouldn't break your heart on your birthday, which you wouldn't hold against Peter forever.

You loved Peter, and you know deep down he could've loved you too but he couldn't, and he wanted you to know that it wasn't your fault. Maybe if the boy had tried just a little harder in your relationship, he would be able to, but in the end he couldn't find it in himself to.

He appreciates your love for him though, and he won't ever take advantage of it.

Peter blinks out of his thoughts, as do you.

"I think I should go." He tells you, and you nod, looking at the carpet of your room.

You hear Peter's footsteps near you which brings your gaze to be face to face with him.

He brings one hand to push a strand of loose hair behind your ear, giving your exposed cheek a soft, chaste kiss, your heart warms at his action.

When he pulls away, he scans your face to memorize every detail. Once upon a time, it was his favourite thing to look at, still is if he was being honest.

"I'll never forget you or what we had, I'm sorry I couldn't be better, Y/N." Peter whispers, stepping away from you to go to your bedroom door.

You stand there at a lost for words, turning to your door slowly, Peter's presence still lingering in your room.

This is what you needed, closure, and of course you knew that.

Your smile is small, bringing your attention away from the door and over to your bed, flinching in surprise at the small box on your bed.

The same small box Peter had given to you a few days after your birthday, the same one you placed on your nightstand to be long forgotten, the same one Peter had noticed, the same one he told you to open, and the same small box that held a meaningful gift that you didn't want to admit to, but you appreciated it now more than ever.

You go over to your bed, reaching for the box and opening it revealing the same pink carnation charm necklace, unclasping it and placing it around your neck delicately.

Maybe you shouldn't be wearing it, but this was the only thing that helped you two reach your end of the relationship for closure.

For you, it won't be easy to get over Peter, the little attachment of his made sure of that, and for Peter, you hope it worked out well in the end for him.

Even if it wasn't you who he ended up with.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker angst

619 notes · View notes

misshoneyimhome · 4 months

Note

Yay!! So glad your inbox is open - I’ve absolutely loved everything you’ve written…keeps me motivated to finish my days at the office as work seems to be endless near the holidays😅

I was thinking the other night about falling asleep on FaceTime with Willy every night on his first long roadie since you guys have been official and the guys chirping him for it but Daddy John being so happy that Willy has finally found someone that seems to be the one…I feel like 9188 have a special bond❤️

Oh, thank you, love! That makes me so happy to hear, and rest assured, I'm here to help whenever you need it 😉

I love your way of thinking! It's incredibly soft and sweet - and yes, Daddy John will forever come to the rescue ❤️🤗 I definitely feel those 9188 vibes

I hope this was along the lines of your thoughts - I feel like it’s very soft!Willy, but I just felt like going for it, you know 😉❤️

Do I even need to warn about mention of sexual behaviour at this point 🙈 you babes should know me by now 😂

・✶ ｡ﾟ

I’m only one call away (featuring Captain Daddy John)

"Hey, did you fall asleep with your phone again?" Mitch teased, as the team gathered for breakfast.

"Maybe..." William replied groggily, followed by a big yawn.

"Hey, Romeo, don't let your girl mess up your sleep routine - we need you sharp for the game tomorrow," Auston then quipped, a mischievous grin on his face.

"We're travelling today, Tony, don’t worry, I'll catch up," the Swede defended himself, stifling yet another yawn.

"Yeah, lay off him, Aus," Max chimed in, a playful glint in his eyes. "He's a bit touchy now... you know, 'cause he's in loooove."

"Oh, come on," William chuckled, shrugging off his teammate's teasing.

But his mates weren’t finished teasing him about his new romance. On no, they'd been poking fun at him ever since he started dating you and were not about to stop.

You coming into William’s life, was probably the last thing he’d imagine at the time.

During the last season, especially towards the finals, William had been so absorbed in his games that everything else faded into the background, and hockey became his sole focus.

However, when the Leafs were eventually defeated in the second round, it felt like his entire world crumbled, and he had to find his way back to reality.

And being the easy-going, composed, and confident guy he was, last season quickly became history, and he soon geared up for the new upcoming season, aiming to outdo his previous performances.

It had been at the start of the off-season, just before he headed to meet his family in Sweden, that you entered the picture.

He and his brother Alex were chilling in Toronto for a guys' night out when you caught his eye, as your bright smile and outgoing personality intrigued him.

And what was initially intended to be a casual one-night thing quickly turned into a second and then a third night together. And it was by the fourth time you spent the night at his place, he had to bid you farewell as he headed to visit his family.

However, throughout the summer, you both texted and snapped each other almost every day. All day.

Even his family noticed him smiling at his phone and being quite occupied during the hours that accounted for your time difference.

And as soon as he returned to Toronto, you were swiftly back in the place where it all began: his bedroom.

Truth be told, William was the best guy you'd ever been with. Not only was he incredibly handsome and definitely skilled in bed, but he was also genuinely kind and easy to talk with.

That's partly how you both ended up becoming more than just a one-night fling. You kept talking endlessly about anything and everything. And before long, William found himself sharing personal stories and details that he typically wouldn't disclose to just anyone. Perhaps only his family, Rasmus Sandin, and a select few other players knew this side of him.

However, then when the hockey season was about to kick off, things began to change up a bit.

William's schedule became overwhelmingly busy, making it increasingly difficult to meet up.

But that wasn't a real challenge for you. You hadn't expected much from your situationship with William, so when you had to be a little flexible, meeting late in the evening or leave early in the morning before he had to rush off, it was no issue at all. You simply cherished the time spent together. And when you discovered that he really enjoyed having you at the arena during matches, offering you tickets whenever you had the time, you simply couldn't refuse him.

But then, William's feelings began to gradually snowball.

Especially his teammates noticed a subtle change in his demeanour, and slowly began teasing him about it a bit. And after a couple of months and once he introduced you to his team, it was none other than the captain who felt the need to have a chat with the Swedish forward.

"So, have you told her how you feel?" John Tavares asked out of the blue during a training session while lacing up his skates next to William.

"No... I'm not sure what to say. I mean, I know I really like her... but I don't even know what we are…"

Despite feeling like you both could discuss anything, the exact definition of your situationship was never explicitly mentioned.

"Just tell her that - that you like her a lot," John chuckled with a friendly shrug. "What else is there to it?"

And truthfully, there hasn't been much else to it.

So, William gathered his thoughts, expressed to you that he liked you more than just as friends with benefits, and you reciprocated, telling him that you really liked him as well.

As simple as that.

Well, as simple as it could be when dating an extremely busy professional hockey player. It hadn’t exactly been the typical way of starting a relationship, but with flexibility, patience, honesty, and open communication, you managed it. And just a few weeks later, William was prepared to refer to you as his girlfriend.

Or to be honest, he simply assumed you were his girlfriend and forgot to ask, but that's another story.

Now, here you were, in a fully committed relationship with a man you never expected to fall head over heels in love with.

You lay on his bed as he packed his bag before embarking on a road trip, and not just any road trip - it was the first one since you officially became a couple.

"Is it weird that I'm going to miss you?" William chuckled as he zipped his suitcase before flopping onto the bed beside you.

Resting your head in your hand as you lay on your side, you flashed him a sweet grin.

"No, not at all. I mean, I'll miss you too, Willy, but it's just a little over two weeks - I think we can handle that."

"Maybe..." he pouted. "Just promise me you won't forget about me and run off with someone less busy..." He flashed you a slightly nervous smile.

It was probably one of his biggest concerns; a recurring issue for athletes whenever they got closer to someone.

But with you, there was truly no cause for concern. You were wholeheartedly devoted to the charming Swede, and besides, your work tended to occupy much of your time anyway. In fact, you saw the upcoming week as an opportunity to work a bit extra and perhaps earn some days off later on.

"Don't worry, babe, I've got work anyway," you chuckled lightly, doing your best to reassure him. "But if it makes you feel any better, you can always call me in the evenings, and we'll have a chat."

Your words seemed to comfort him, and although William wasn't truly concerned about your commitment, he ended up calling every day to talk.

And you absolutely adored him for it.

The first time, it was just to hear your voice, chat about your day, and discuss how the team had been on the road before a quick workout, team meeting, some time on the ice, and then rest at the hotel.

The following day, the Leafs faced off against the Blackhawks, and unfortunately, it ended in an overtime defeat. And upon returning to the hotel, William quickly reached for his phone, finding your name and hitting the call button.

"Oh, try to hurry up a bit more, Willy," Järnkrok teased in Swedish as William practically sprinted to his room to FaceTime you.

And then you talked for hours. Despite the lateness following a match, both of you just enjoyed talking. In fact, you enjoyed it so much that you ended up falling asleep on either end of the call, phones in hand.

Naturally, this didn't go unnoticed either, and William had to hear about it all during breakfast.

Then, during the next day, which happened to be another travel day, you exchanged a few more texts. Well, not a few, more like a lot. And perhaps you were a bit of a tease as well by sending him a lingerie photo or two, just to leave a lasting memory. However, your flirtatious photos quickly escalated, and later in the evening, after the hockey commitments were over, you found yourselves pleasing yourselves on each end of the call, exchanging moans and indulging in some dirty talk.

Seemingly, your intimate session left both of you quite tired, and once again, you ended up falling asleep during the call.

The following day, naturally, the guys were all over Willy once more.

"Looks like someone can't be away from his girl," Reaves called out through the hallways.

"Willy and y/n sitting in a tree..." Mitch sang playfully around his teammate, while others joined in with light banter and teasing.

However, John noticed something different.

With his mature, experienced captain's eyes, he noticed a change in his teammate, something he found quite intriguing and positive.

"Hey guys, cut it out," the captain intervened as they were taking their seats on the bus, prompting the others to quiet down and prepare for the ride. "Just ignore them," he told William, taking a seat next to him.

"I am... I mean, it doesn't really bother me," William replied with a crooked smile.

Although the older teammate believed him, John still felt the need to make a point.

"I know, but I'm just saying that regardless of what's going on in your head, it's for the better."

"How so?"

"You seem... I don't know, maybe a bit more mature, like you've got your head together," the captain said with a warm smile.

"Honestly, I feel the opposite," William replied with another lopsided smile. "I mean, she's in my head all the time..." he sighed. "I can't stop thinking about her - I miss her, even though it's only been a week since we've been apart... we haven't even been together for that long."

"I know the feeling, kid. These women, they have a way of getting to us," John chuckled, briefly reminiscing about what it's like to be in love for the first time.

"Yeah..."

"Hey, you're doing great, and feeling this way just means she's really something special," John offered a reassuring look.

"Thanks, I think so too. I mean... I've never felt like this about someone before," William admitted.

"Oh, she's your first?"

"Yup... and I want her to be the last..."

The two men shared a heartfelt moment, exchanging chuckles as William's eyes shone with pure love and longing, and John couldn't help but feel happy for the young hockey star.

"You know, just in case you ever start doubting yourself - not that you seem like you do - I just want you to know your game has been insanely good since you met y/n."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, it's like maybe you want to impress or something because you know she's watching - whatever it is, keep using it as fuel. It works."

And with those final words of encouragement, John gave William a supportive clap on the shoulder before standing up to move and take another seat, leaving the younger player with his thoughts and emotions.

Well, that was the case until curious George, also known as Auston Matthews, threw himself into the seat.

And throughout the remainder of the road trip, William continued to call you every day, and you both chatted in the evenings as if you were together in real time. And every night, you'd end up falling asleep with your phones in hand because neither of you felt like hanging up.

As soon as the boys were back in town, William wasted no time in arranging to meet up with you. As soon as he knew when he was about to land, he swiftly texted you, urging you to be ready and pack an overnight bag as he intended to pick you up.

"Willy, it's late, you don’t need to come and pick me up... we'll see each other tomorrow," you tried to rationalise, although a part of you deeply yearned to be close to him again.

"I know, but I just really want to see you," he pleaded over the phone, already seated in his car and on his way.

And you couldn’t help but release a light sigh, a soft smile gracing your lips at his sweetness. "Alright, I really want to see you too."

Soon, William then arrived at your place, and you swiftly hopped into his car, heading to his condo.

Not that there was anything wrong with your place, but you also knew that William longed to return to his dogs, having been away from them for so long.

And in no time, you reached the carpark, hurriedly taking the lift, and passionately connecting your lips every possible second during the ride up. Then upon entering the condo, bags were carelessly tossed to the floor, and amidst the heated make-out session, William briefly paused, taking deep breaths before his deep blue eyes locked onto yours, as he softly, almost nervously, spoke.

"Y/n... I love you..."

For some, those three words were easily spoken, but for William, they held more weight. And yet, they felt so incredibly right to say.

"I love you too, Willy," you smiled up at him, your bodies close, sharing warmth and air filled with endorphins between you, before reconnecting in a deep, heartfelt kiss.

#my asks #william nylander imagine #wn88 imagine #9188 #john tavares #toronto maple leafs interview #nhl hockey imagine

91 notes · View notes

silverandarsenic-hcs · 2 years

Note

YAY ok may I please get a Copia fic with an Insecure S/O who believes Copia is simply dating them out of pity and intends to break up with them (which they think they deserve) ending with cuddling and the first "I love you"?

I hate putting a cut bc fuck people on mobile and fuck your dash but this is just unreasonable. And I liked doing this even if it reads a little boring to me.

-Rosie

"Oh please, it doesn't even matter." Copia huffed loudly as you followed him around the dark church halls, looking for something, you didn't know what, that his suitcase was desperately missing. Another work trip, another single ticket. Another night spent running around the church because your love would lose his head if it wasn't screwed on so tight. Maybe he did lose his heart somewhere, though.

"Oh. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter." You didn't want to get upset, he just picked the very wrong thing to stay. When you stopped and threw your arms up, Copia sighed so loud and turned to face you. "If you could have told me that an hour ago, maybe I wouldn't have gotten upset. Or a day ago. Or seven months ago. Then we wouldn't be in this mess at all." It was his turn to chase you through the halls. You weren't sure where you were going but you didn't want to fight in front of everyone or at least where people could walk passed, again. "You're right, it doesn't matter! My concerns never matter, because you don't actually care."

"Papa I just have a few things that require your- never mind. I will find you later." Aether ghoul saw the look on your face and new better than to interrupt. Great. So now people know we're fighting. And everyone is gonna say I'm crazy again. You wished you had a better relationship with everyone in the clergy, with the ghouls, and all Copia's other friends and coworkers and family. But you were the odd one out, without a job to do, so keeping out of the way was the best way to contribute.

"Nonsense, please." The man you'd been seeing for the better or worse part of a year waved the ghoul over and you never grit your teeth hard enough to concern the dentist before but you were considering making a call for an appointment. While he so obviously ignored you. Because it doesn't matter. I don't matter. You stood and crossed your arms so tight you might need a cardiologist too and watched as Aether sifted through the papers in his arms looking for the right one. He didn't even look up at you. You considered running off, locking him out of the bedroom, or going to your sister's house, or even just into the garden to freeze the anger off. You knew you shouldn't have been pushing it, but thought then maybe if you did, the truth would finally be out. This is why the truth has to come out. This conversation is the exact reason for itself. Aether turned and bent over so Copia could you use his back as a writing desk while he signed a few different sheets.

"Thank you, Papa. I'll say goodnight." He bowed his head and scampered off.

"We can't even have a fucking conversation these days."

"Forgive me I have work to attend to. And this isn't a conversation. You're trying to fight with me. Why are you trying to fight with me?" it wasn't always what Copia said that was the problem, but the way he said it. Everything was a plea or a push. Maybe if we get out to the garden we'll at least be alone. You turned and started on your heel again.

"It doesn't matter." You threw open the heavy wooden door and stomped onto the stones outside. The cool breeze blew your hair in front of your face, and the ground was cold through your shoes, and you had this hangnail that just wouldn't go away no matter what you did or how much you picked - as if that ever helped - and things could not have been worse.

"What are you talking about?" You lead him away from the church until you could only see by the short lights pegged in the ground and sat on one of the colder stone benches.

"It doesn't matter. You say that all the time. It doesn't matter. You don't even care, so it doesn't matter. Why are we doing this then?"

"Exactly! Doing what?" Even if you wanted him to get angry, just to prove something to yourself, his calm confusion, you called it flippant, proved something entirely different and worse. "What doesn't matter?"

"Me!" You couldn't cry, you luckily spent all your tears before he even got home from his meeting. All those stupid meetings. For months, just for some lousy trip. Every odd day was a meeting, and he never bored you with the details and you were never even allowed to wait in the car, and you were beginning to wonder if all the work he was doing had a name. You hoped she was nice, at least. Nicer than you. "I don't matter to you! Why are we doing this as in why are you still leading me on? All these meetings, and trips, and work, and the only time you have for me seems to be when you want your dick sucked and she's busy, and you never say you lo-"

"That's not true at all- who's she? What are you talking about?" And then you got really close to crying because hearing him get near admitting any of it hurt a lot worse than you thinking it, obsessing over it, aching over it every second of the day whether he was around or not. At some point you convinced yourself he only asked you to move in because it was cheaper than paying a live in whore and maid at the same time. All those damn socks on the floor. You crossed your arms and look away into the trees. All the way out there so far from the city, it was so dark you couldn't see your own feet below you without a flashlight, and couldn't see more than two feet in front of the lights surrounding you. You hoped he couldn't see your face either, or that you were picking on the loose string on your sleeve of the shirt he just bought you. "You think I'm cheating on you?" When he laughed like you were ridiculous you no longer wanted to cry, but scream so loud you could wake anyone in the clergy and anything that lurked in the shadows behind you. "Why on Satan's Earth would you ever think that?" The stone bench beneath you was scratchy on the skin on the backs of your thighs where you shorts didn't quite cover enough to stop the cold, rubbing while you shifted nervously.

"You're never home and- if you didn't know how to do it you can just do it now, and I'll pack my stuff. I guess I can wake up my sister to come get me by morning and we'll-" You couldn't see through the desperate burning tears in your eyes but you felt Copia's arms around you, pulling you into his warmth. You only resisted for a second.

"You're so silly, my darling. I don't want anybody but you. I don't know how you could think that. I'm sorry I've been busy with business, truly, but it's just business. I would never cheat on you. My baby. I love you. I do. And I'm sorry it took me so long to say it back."

"Well why didn't you?" He sighed and kissed the top of your head.

"Because I was scared. I've never told anyone before. But listen." He tilted your head up with a finger on your chin, faces so close you could kiss him if you only pushed your lips out. So close your eyes couldn't focus properly. "I do love you so much, it's agony away from you and I spend every second of the day praying when I get home you're still here." You wished his confession made things better. Instantly erased all the bad feelings and every bad thing you thought about him for most of the time you were together. But you only moved in in hopes things might get better, that you might be able to spend anymore time together, you might feel less alone, and fear like that doesn't just go away with a few words. But it was really good start.

"You thought I was going to leave you?" He sighed and pulled your head to his chest again. Even after long days of work and errands and emotional torment, his cologne was so soaked into his clothes you could still smell it cleanly. A warm, caressing scent you couldn't quite put your finger on. It was a strange sort of comforting like peroxide on a scraped knee - even if it hurt you knew it wouldn't get worse, because the infection was killed - to know he was having the same fears as you.

"Yes, topolino. I know I'm not here as much as I should be, don't say the right things when they need to be said, don't really know what I'm doing with you a lot of the time. But I know that I love you so much, you and my work as Papa are the only things that matter to me, and I don't know what I would do without you. Even those nights I'm so busy it's a comfort to know you're around just down the hall." When you finally calmed down all the anger died down and you melted into him. "It's freezing. Why don't we go inside?

-Rosie

#ghost #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #copia #rosie #cardinal copia #papa iv #popia #angst #cuddling #fic #short answer #soft

39 notes · View notes

postwarlevi · 3 years

Text

Farmers Market

Content: It's literally you and Levi at an outdoor market. Enjoy!

"Levi, look here!" You call to him from another stall.

It was your favorite time of year, fall, when the weather cooled down. The outdoor markets were starting back up and it was opening day at your favorite one.

"Look at the size of the peppers, only a dollar!" Somehow produce sales just got you excited.

"They look alright." He says, wondering why they're so cheap.

"We got a good crop right on time this year." The vendor says.

"Let's get some." You say, ready to pull some cash out.

"Gonna go any cheaper?" Levi asks the man behind the table.

"Levi! How much cheaper can they be?" You're a bit embarrassed that he's starting in already. But Levi knows that if it were near the end of the day and there's too much left they always give a better deal.

The vendor laughs though. "Maybe. You know what? You were such good customers last season, if you want to buy in bulk, how about half off? Anything you want today." There really was a lot and he remembered how much you always picked up.

"See?" Levi tells you, kissing your temple, looking at what else there is.

You were convinced Levi could talk anyone into anything, and were happy to use it to your advantage.

Soon your rolling fold up cart is already half full with bell peppers, cucumber, cauliflower, bags of kale and a huge butternut squash that Levi was sure you'd make him cut into, even though he showed you how last time.

He handed the vendor the cash as you thanked him and were already off to another stall. It really was a good deal, not that you needed ten peppers.

You were already haggling over dried fruit and nuts, coming away with eight bags for a decent percentage off, stuffing them in the tote you had.

"I got you hazelnuts and beets." You say, seeing a small smile from Levi. When you weren't looking he rolled his eyes a bit, knowing the vendors must love seeing you coming. But you always made sure to throw in his favorites, and since you didn't come as often as you would like, Levi never minded.

"I'm gonna go to the tea stall. You want the cart?" He asks and you nod.

"What kind of fruit do you want?" You indicate where you're headed next.

"Citrus." As if you didn't know. You kiss his cheek before parting for a little bit.

Levi heads to his favorite tea vendor and sees she has some new stuff this year.

"Hi there Mr Ackerman!" She always tries to remember her returning customers.

He gives a polite hello and soon has overspent on not only his favorites but some new assortments he doesn't remember her having last season. He makes sure to get cinnamon as well, one of your favorites.

Levi passes by someone selling hats, the wide brim straw sun hat with with a purple ribbon catching his eye.

He's pretty sure you've mentioned wanting one, especially on warm days. Picking one up along with some long stemmed sunflowers at the next vendor, he goes to find you.

You're no longer at the fruits, thank goodness, so he goes towards the back.

He stops dead in his tracks after he spots you. In the short time you've been away your hair has been done into one long braid and you're currently modeling a blue and yellow sun dress in another vendors mirror.

You're beautiful in anything, and Levi can hear his heart pounding. Truth be told you could probably wear rags and would still outshine everyone else.

"Levi! You like?" You say, bounding towards him and breaking this thoughts.

He can only nod, reaching to pick up your braid.

"Oh! Some young girls are learning about business and charging five dollars and I wanted to support them. Only took a few minutes. They did so good!"

Levi leans forward to give a quick kiss to your lips, place then hat on your head and holds out the sunflowers.

"This is so great! Thank you." You gush about the things he's gotten you.

You go back to the dress stall to pay and pick up the cart, leaving your other outfit in the tote. Levi takes both the cart and your tote bag, leaving you with the flowers and an extra paper bag you didn't put in the cart.

Levi sees you got the oranges he requested, along with apples, pomegranates, pears and a whole pineapple that, again, you'll probably make him deal with.

You both take a seat for a little while, enjoying warm pastries and agua frescas.

"What's in the bag?" He asks as you've not let go of it yet.

"Your favorite tea vendor? Well, her partner is running a second stall full of products." You pull out the things in the bag.

"It's a tea warming plate." You say as Levi examines it. "Charge it and it'll last for days. Now when you get busy with work it'll always be warm."

"Why don't I already have one of these?" He wonders.

You shrug and dive back into the bag. "Well, now you do. And also, Bath Brew Pockets, and socks."

Levi stares at what surely are gag gifts. "You mean, I can bathe in tea?"

"Or we, unless you want it all to yourself." You then hold up the socks. His black pair with pink writing reads 'If You Can Read This' on one and 'Bring Me Tea' on the other. Your pink pair with black writing reads 'If You Can Read This' and 'Get Your Own.'

Levi chuckles. "These are ridiculous."

You grin. "Well yeah. You gonna use everything?"

"Of course." He would always love everything you picked.

After finishing your snack it's on to grab multiple varieties of honey, apricot and also cherry jam, two loaves of fresh bread and some muffins from your favorite bakery stall, a focaccia and a dozen rolls from another one, and a two pound block of feta, which Levi says you don't need, but in the tote it goes.

You can't help but want the hummingbird mosaic wind chime, and Levi agrees if you promise to put it up, and not store it away. He then goes for yet another plush throw blanket for you to cozy up together under while you pretend there's room for coconut bowls with matching utensils in your cabinets.

It's soon clear that your tote, cart, and both yours and Levis hands are full.

"I think that's all we can manage, love." He tells you.

You know he's right but think there's something you're missing. You could pass on the chocolates this time, but there's something else.

"Oh, what about the orange juice? It's always so good!" You couldn't leave without that.

"Right." He sighs lightly. No use reminding you of all the actual oranges you just bought.

Balancing another bag on the carts handle he tells you to wait for him and is soon back with a gallon of fresh squeezed orange juice.

"Yay!" You are happy to see the new bag.

You start back with all your items and suddenly gasp, remembering one more thing.

"No, I'm sorry, there's no more hands." Levi says, trying to guide you forward with just his knee.

"But the soaps!"

"Yes and the candles and the olive oils and the pies and the goat milk." Levi lists off some random things you'll probably want next time you come. "I mean, we have to get through all this first."

"The pies." You frown at what you missed, but there really is a lot of food.

You get to the car and load everything in, settling into the passenger seat for the ride home.

"How about we bake our own pie with the stuff we have? We can always come next week." He says, taking your hand in his. You usually only came once a month during the season since you always bought so much, but there were exceptions. Besides, there were things he'd forgotten about, too.

You look at the sunflowers you're holding in front of you. It's been a lovely outdoor morning with the man who holds your heart. "What kind of pie?" Everyday with him was a good day.

He looks over and smiles, bringing your hand to his lips. "Anything you want, angel. But first, we nap."

You look back and return his smile, wondering if Levi knows how happy he makes you, and hoping you do the same for him.

Silently, he's thinking the same about you.

an- In honor of my favorite outdoor market that just opened for the season! I'll mention again that domestic fluff with Levi in everyday life is my favorite thing. And pairing him and reader with food haha.

#levi ackerman #captain levi ackerman #captain levi #aot #attack on titan #aot fluff #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi ackerman fluff #levi fic #farmers market #levi fluff #levi fanfiction #levi

213 notes · View notes

thefallenbibliophilequote · 3 years

Text

Blank Space

Loki x Reader

1989, chapter 2

"There once was a girl known by everyone and no one"

Summary: It's hard to find the one, but even if you do find him it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work. Can you even make it work after he broke your heart? The answer to that is complicated, but it all started when you found each other again in the stark tower- and that's where our story begins.

Word count: 4,864

Warnings: medium level angst I guess, and language as always.

A/N: writing this was challenging and I complained about this for like half of my mutuals lol. However, I did find the perfect song to mix with the title track obv and it was perfect to show their past. You will learn more about their past in future chapters.

A/N: thanks to @chrissquares for making me beautiful dividers especially for this series and @nacho-bucky for beta reading it all! A reminder to check out the song before reading/during!

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

Series masterlist

song on Spotify and YouTube

"You know him? Y/N, why didn't you tell us?" Steve scolded you as you sat in one of the rooms, in front of him, Natasha, Thor, and Tony. This felt more like an interrogation than a talk.

"Is this an interrogation?" you looked him dead in the eyes, you saw him falter.

"It doesn't have to be if you don't lie to us again."

"I never lied to you."

"You held back information." Natasha said then.

"Fine, yes I know him, I knew him." You sighed, remembering the night you met him, before everything went wrong.

You were walking through the park in the night, was it dangerous? Of course, but you needed to clear your head. That was when you saw him, sitting on a bench in the rain. He was different, you knew that the minute you noticed him- it wasn't even the weird attire he wore, but rather the feeling that came along with him, you didn't feel threatened and you have mace in your bag, so you approached him.

"You will get a cold if you keep sitting in the rain, don't you have an umbrella?" he looked at you and you got shivers from his blue eyes.

"No, I will be fine. Thank you my lady for your concern." God was his voice enchanting. Curiousity got the better of you then.

"You saw him on earth and you didn't say anything? He is not allowed to be here." Tony said, his fingers fidgeting with his cuffs.

"I knew him long before the invasion happened, it wasn't near the time when I became an avenger, or on shield's radar at all." You tried to explain yourself to them. You never lied to then, you never thought you'd see him again especially in the tower. "Look it is all in the past, there is no reason to talk about it."

"You were mad when you saw him, why was that?" Natasha glanced at you, you knew she would read you if you lied.

"Well, I knew him for a while. But he is the god of lies, I don't like being lied to. So that says it all." You shrugged it off.

"So you won't tell me where you're from?"

"I told you, I'm from England."

"No you're not, you're a pretty lousy liar you know?" you smirked at his taken aback look.

"I think you'd be surprised."

"Nope, I can already tell- you're a bad liar. Or you might be good, but I'm better." He gave you a curious look as the rain kept falling around you, the umbrella you were both sitting under protected you.

"He never mentioned you, or going to earth at all. When was this?" Thor asked you.

"Around 2009" it was so long ago, you now realized, but it still felt close to you.

"You should take my umbrella." You suggested to the man but he just laughed as you sat beside him. "What? You said that you need to go, and I live closer than you, I'll be just fine without it, the thunder doesn't scare me."

"I am not quite fond of it actually. But you should get home, it is getting late." He smiled at you and you got up.

"Let's make a trade then, you will take my umbrella" the two of you stood now. "And you will give me your name."

He eventually took the umbrella with a smile, his fingers were cold when they lightly brushed yours, and you went your separate ways.

"You have no reason not to trust me, I never saw him again after 2011!" you just wanted them to understand that it is all behind you.

"I never said I don't trust you, but kid why would you hide this from us?" Steve asked you, you were pretty close, he was kind of like a protective older brother to you- ironic since he is pretty reckless and Bucky is saner than him, but he cared about you.

"It isn't important Steve, he is a liar that isn't new to any of us. It's nothing personal or important anymore."

"Kid it seems pretty personal-" Tony started to say.

"Well it's not!"

"Okay fine, but just know that he will be here for a while until we figure out and deal with this hydra shit. Then after that Point Break over here will take him away." Tony was sincere now, you could see the worry in his eyes, you knew he was affected by the invasion the most. "So take my advice, and make sure that it really isn't personal."

You nodded to him.

"You are however more than welcome to throw him in a little nightmare, I'll pay you." He smiled and you chuckled.

"What are you saying Stark? My lady," oh you haven't heard that in a while. Fuck. "Do not give my brother nightmares, however you plan on doing that." He looked you up and down, and it was as if you could read him like an open book, you didn't have to use any of your powers because you already knew exactly what he thought in his head.

"I'll stay away from him. Just make sure he does the same."

You looked innocent, not harmful, the kind of girl you would offer help to with even the smallest stuff- a good girl. That's what they all saw before getting to know you, and maybe that was you before you got these dark powers, you knew you missed the old you but you could barely remember her.

•

"Are you certain that's what they said?" Natasha asked you from the kitchen table as you made her pancakes.

"I know, it sounds weird but it's Asgardian, they have weird names. Plus I doubt they were lying, they were sleep deprived and I can assure you they have been through a lot of stuff before I started to actually talk to them. Ready?" you looked back at her and she nodded.

You threw the pancake back and by the small 'yay' Natasha let out, you didn't have to turn back to know she caught it with her plate.

"Well, I think I'll go and make them write it down because I am certain we are pronouncing it incorrectly."

"Well I tried! Their accent didn't help at all!" you defended yourself.

"You're still pronouncing it wrongly." You froze, turning around to look at Loki and Thor who walked towards the kitchen. "One would think it was made up by how horribly you ruined the word. How would you know they were truthful after all? What could you have possibly done?"

You held his gaze before deciding to not retort back, you ignored that curious familiar look. He has some nerve to talk. You sat in front of Natasha with your own batch of pancakes, the room was quiet before Thor chimed in to break the tension.

"Are those the cakes from the pan? Oh they are tasty! Would you mind making me and my brother some, Lady Y/N?" Thor was actually nice, how could you say no?

"Of course!" you got up with a smile. "Oh, but I'm afraid there isn't enough batter for the two of you I'm afraid."

You let a small frown take over your face, and you saw Natasha's small smile when you turned to make Thor some pancakes.

"You are a bad liar." Loki pointed out and you didn't have to think.

"I fooled you." Soon enough you turned around to give Thor his pancakes with a smile, pouring the rest of the batter in the sink before sitting down to eat. "Oh and Thor, this is the second warning about what we discussed yesterday, I won't hesitate."

"Very well, however you never did tell me what-"

"It's not important." Thor glared at his brother.

"Brother please be more civil, it's for your benefit." You felt Loki's gaze on you as you ate.

"Do tell me brother, how is it for my benefit?" Loki chuckled.

"Well, you have wronged a lot of people here, and so lady Y/N agreed to not harm you if you stay away. We are here to help my friends!" Thor's booming voice alongside his hopeful smile contrasted his brother's.

You should have known he would test it.

"Oh, and how can she harm me now?" the minute Loki uttered these words you glanced at him for a moment, and the next thing he knew, his heart beat loudly as he fell down from the portal in New York, terrified when he saw the Chitauri around him, one monster opened its mouth and Loki was a moment from dying in its clutches when he heard Thor's voice.

"Enough!" Thor said sternly and Loki was back in the kitchen, disoriented as he took in his surroundings. You only nodded at Thor before you kept eating. Loki disappeared a moment later with a green shimmer.

"I don't like using my powers Thor, but if you care for your brother keep him civil." You said, sorry that Thor had to get offended by it too.

"I understand, but he is here to help right now, mere comments are the least harmful things he could do, there is no need to take it to heart." He put a hand on your shoulder and it was warm enough to get you to agree with him. Stopping hydra should be your top priority.

•

"I hate it when he does that." Tony groaned at the marking on the ground just outside of the compound.

Thor and Loki were now back at the palace gates, they heard a call, and Loki turned to see Iyllir walking up to him. She smiled at him and he smiled back, grateful for the lack of observant eyes to tell his fake smiles apart from the real ones.

"Prince Loki, what took you so long? You missed our picnic." The lady put her arm through his and he heard his brother snicker.

"How unfortunate. My brother and I still have very urgent business to tend to. I must go to a court meeting now." Loki gently tugged his hand out of hers.

"I thought you said this won't take long?" she frowned at him. She certainly was beautiful, with red hair and grey eyes, always majestic like a lady, and yet he couldn't follow both of their families' wishes.

"Well I am afraid things have changed, I won't stay here for long this visit." With that he went and followed his brother towards the big doors that opened for them and he saw Odin there alongside trusted advisers and of course- the warriors three. And then the meeting began.

Loki sat in his chair, bored as they talked about the mortals.

"Father, I can assure you that as of now there is no need in sending Asgardian forces there. My friends are handling it well now." Thor explained to his father and Loki couldn't help but get distracted.

"Let me help you, Y/N" he asked you, chuckling and biting his lip when you glared at him.

"I can handle it Loki!" you said as you tried to handle the pile of books in your hands so you could get the key for your apartment. He was thankful that you couldn't see his face now as he watched you struggle to balance the books on your thigh.

You let out a small shriek as the books fell out and were about to hit the floor when they just stopped midair, and you looked at Loki only to see him leaning on the wall, arms crossed with a smug smile on his face.

"I bet you liked my help now." You groaned.

"Yes thank you and your stupid magic Loki." You leaned down to pick up the books and stack them again after opening your door.

"If I remember correctly you were, oh what's the word- petrified when you first saw my magic"

"That is a big exaggeration! I was just a bit… startled maybe." You walked into the apartment and he closed the door behind you when you suddenly stopped, turning to him with an annoyed shocked expression, your mouth agape and your eyes wide and not amused. "You knocked my books down!"

You were met with a mischievous grin.

"You hurt my feelings darling, do you have any proof?" you huffed out a breath.

"You are insufferable!"

"You seem to manage so far."

"From what I gathered so far, the group called Hydra there seemed to have a hold of some old weapons of ours, nothing too big yet but we are looking into it to find out if there is more stuff we don't know about."

"And do you really think the mortals can handle this?" Odin asked the brothers.

"Yes father, they are very powerful." Loki couldn't help but agree with Thor, they really did manage to surprise him this time. He never expected her.

•

"What is this A children's playground? Stop pulling your punches and fight me." You grunted as you tried hitting Bucky again, you've been too distracted lately, your training didn't go too well and you ended up on the mat more often than not. At this point you considered just using your powers to make it seem like you're winning but now you were fighting Bucky, and from the day you met him you swore to yourself that you will never use your powers on him. He doesn't need anyone messing with his mind again.

So long story short you were getting your ass handed to you.

"I'm not a supersoldier may I remind you, so I'm sorry if I am a little tired! Bucky come on let's take a break." You ducked another punch.

"Maybe your mind just isn't with us right now." Natasha helpfully provided as she sat on the side with a smoothie.

"Fuck off."

"No, really, what is your deal with Loki?" at his mention you delivered a kick to Bucky that made him fall on the mattress with a thud.

"Nothing. Is this good enough for you now Bucky?" you reached out a hand to help him up.

"Now that we got you riled up about him, yes- let's go again." He laughed at the glare you gave him. Your jaw clenched as the two of you got into position.

"Bring it on, Barnes." He went in with his left arm now.

"I will, how did you know him? It certainly looks pretty personal and in-" you turned him around and pinned him to the ground.

"Shut up, just fight me." You heard Natasha laugh beside you and in that moment Bucky took advantage and got you on the ground instead. And you went back.

"What the fuck!" you screamed when you saw the figure in your room, Loki stood there, his face scrunched up.

"Sorry, my love."

"We talked about this Loki, you can't just teleport here- especially when I am sleeping!" you sighed when you saw his regretful face. "Don't stand there like a creep, come here I missed you."

He smiled and you closed your eyes, you still saw the green light that lit up the room when he changed his clothes and got under the covers with you. His hand was cold, making your skin prickle but it was worth it when he pulled you to him and the warmth spread between the two of you.

You fell asleep content with a smile on your face at the kisses he laid on your neck.

"Y/N?"

"What?" you looked up at Bucky who sat back on his heels, his brow was raised.

"You kind of spaced out, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm- I'm fine. I probably should go though." you got up. "Bruce probably needs help in the lab."

•

"You did not tell father about lady Y/N." Thor stated the obvious.

"Don't call her that. Why would I do that? She is of no import." Loki walked towards his chambers, but alas Thor decided to escort him there with preying questions.

"How did none of us know that you spent time in Midgard?" Thor stopped Loki with a hand on his shoulder.

"That was a long time ago brother."

"And yet it seems that you have quite a history, what happened between the two of you? Were the two of you…?" Thor trailed off and Loki groaned.

"Don't insinuate that, there wasn’t anything. We knew each other for a while and then we didn't. Now, if you will excuse me, I'll go to my room. Alone."

Loki shut the door behind him, in his mind he still saw you and your eyes and then the flashes of the battle of New York. The day was tiring; he decided to get some much needed rest, to get you out of his mind.

The day was exhausting; he had to stay back in Asgard. He couldn't put up illusions all the time, it was taking a toll on him, but it was worth it in his eyes.

The palace was now quiet as everybody went to sleep. Loki wanted to rest too, so he snuck out towards the bifrost. Heimdall had already seen him coming, and was ready to open the way.

"Are you going to keep going to her every night, my prince?" Heimdall asked him and Loki let out a smile.

"Yes. Thank you, truly for keeping this a secret for so long." Heimdall only nodded at him.

"If you are going to keep sneaking out to see her, someone will end up seeing you sometime." Heimdall stepped down and came to Loki. "I think I should show you another way to pass through the realms, I think you are mad enough in love for it to work for you."

When Heimdall showed him the way, he thanked him sincerely, it looked impossible at first but soon enough he was there in your room. You already fell asleep. He watched your figure as you rested, your state of calmness washed over him, and then you suddenly screamed at him, maybe he should have tried to wake you sooner, it didn't exactly matter to him much when just a few moments later he was curled up in the warmest bed he'd ever known.

•

"So you see, this part here it seems to be controlled by the holder of the gun, that must be the Asgardian tech combined with our own." Bruce told you as you gently examined the weapon.

"Damn, how long do you think they had that then? Like, just the time that it took them to develop it…" you thought. There were probably much worse things out there at their hands.

"I'd say at least a couple of months. It's a shame about those scientists." He hesitated to say that and you knew why.

"I didn't know they had that, no one checked their teeth. I was doing my job. It's okay, you can talk about it." You shrugged it off. With a power like yours, you have to get used to using it, you must fit yourself to it… because it certainly won't happen the other way around. But you were fine. You were different now.

Right?

"Well, next time we will check their teeth, to make sure this won't repeat itself. But at least we got some information before that's good right?" you nodded to Bruce and took out the bullets from one of the guns. There was something red, or was it orange, inside it. You examined it closer, moving towards the microscope to try to see for yourself before you ask Bruce about it.

Curiousity killed the cat.

Before you could reach the table, there was a warm sensation in your hand where you held it and then all you knew was that your hand hurt and you hit the floor, the bullet exploding with whatever was in it. Maybe you should've worn gloves.

Oh well, satisfaction resurrected it.

"Bruce, did you see that?"

"Yes Y/N, are you okay?"

"My head hurts but I'm fine, did you know those bullets do that?" you got up a little too fast for Bruce and your head's liking, but you went to the table nevertheless.

"No, they were fine before, you shouldn't have touched them," he fussed around.

"But I saw something-"

"You need to ice your head, tell me or Cho if you feel anything weird. This isn't something we know about Y/N." he handed you an ice pack for your head and told you to sit down, to which you grumbled but obeyed.

"Ah, Y/N, F.R.I.D.A.Y has been telling me that you've been trying to blow up the lab." Tony laughed at you as he entered.

"No, I would never try to steal your job." You shot back and he winked.

"Okay Elsa, I thought you'd like to know that we managed to make sense of some of the files we found in the warehouse and it looks like they have been making trades and dividing what they found."

"What do you mean?" Bruce asked him.

"That place we found was only dedicated to create a couple of things, but they have more out there, dedicated to building who knows what." Tony groaned, "We will need to divide and conquer this, we can't waste time and there is no way I am letting those Asgardian warriors come here. Don't blow things up kiddo!" you nodded to him, things were getting worse by the minute. You pressed your hand holding the ice pack harder against the back of your head. You were not looking forward to tomorrow, so you kept Bruce company until you were too tired to push it any longer. You went to bed and magically managed to convince Bruce to go to sleep.

•

You woke up groaning, you apparently forgot to close the blinds the night before. Going back to sleep will only cause you to oversleep, which will cause Steve to activate the stupid alarm protocol Tony built for him after you annoyed him.

You did not want to wake up to old Captain America songs blasting your ears off.

So you got up and after a short breakfast you reluctantly got on with your duties and important paperwork.

"Miss Y/L/N, you called me? I'm Mike, you asked for an analysis check on some data?" you turned to him then from looking at the board in the small conference room.

"Yes! Hi Mike, thank you. We have some encryptions that probably lead to very specific locations, check radars of isolated places or you know what- scratch that, they could be under our nose in the middle of a city." You looked at him apologetically. "Sorry, I can't narrow it down but we do need those answers as soon as possible. Okay?"

The poor guy looked horrified, his brown eyes were wide and you let out a small sorry when you handed him the big file.

"Yeah, of course Y/N, I will get right to it." With that you were alone in the room once again, going over the information you managed to get from the now dead scientists. This is going to be a long day. You saw it coming and that didn't help at all.

•

"Oh fuck." You cursed when the cold water from the sink touched your palm, it wasn't badly burned but it still hurt you.

You closed the door to your bathroom and turned around to see him standing in your room. Your eyes locked with blue ones, they certainly were familiar even after all this time, but while you could see the hesitation and the other swirling emotions in his eyes you couldn't tell anymore if you could trust what you thought you knew.

"When?" you felt your blood boil, but you knew you couldn't avoid him forever.

"Sometime after-" you hesitated with your words, walking towards your cabinet to put away the first aid kit you had. "After." You settled with that.

"What are you doing here Y/N?" Loki heard his own heartbeats, seeing you here… After all this time and he never forgot you. How could he?

"I'm an avenger now Loki," his name felt bitter on your tongue and you had to swallow to continue. "A lot has changed you know, you don't need to ask all these questions. There is no point to them."

"Oh but there is," at his angry tone you turned around. It was years of bottling the fight that you never had, he never let you have it. "You never wanted this life Y/N! What are you doing fighting out there with heroes or whatever they like to call themselves?"

"They are heroes, they help people. You however seemed to do the opposite from what I remember seeing on the TV." You laughed and shook your head. "I was still there you know, I was right in that same apartment where you left me. And there I saw you on the TV and I didn't even recognize it was you."

"Did you get hurt?" the question startled you.

"No, but it doesn't matter Loki! I am fighting alongside heroes now, I changed since the last time I saw you, this is my place now!"

"Oh darling you can pretend all you want in front of them, but I still know you." He matched your stare now. "This is not your life."

"Well yes it is!" you shook your head when he got closer now, every emotion you never got to express came back to the surface. "Why are you here? Huh? You're the one who left in the first place!"

"I've come here to help-" you stomped up to him.

"You know damn well that is not what I asked." You hated how your voice wavered.

"I did come here to help with the weapons," he continued before you could try to intervene. "And I didn't expect to see you again. But you're here now, and so am I."

"Damnit Loki, we have been through so much together, we weren't dating for only a month or two. A year. We were dating for more than a year and that is a lot." The tears were brimming now when you remembered your theory, that one little theory that ate your heart out, this one theory you found only a few days after. "Or at least here it is. Maybe in Asgard with all the almost-immortal gods a year is insignificant to you- that sure explains it all."

"No, it's not!" he dismissed it immediately and you felt your defenses shattering when he walked towards you. "I know there's pain inside of you, which was caused by me. But I am here now and I can't deny that I can still feel what I felt all those years ago. Just hear me out, we can call it even, just for a little while."

The last time you played this game it left you with a nasty scar. The more that he said, the less you knew what to think anymore.

So you didn't.

You hated the calmness that took over you the moment his lips touched yours, tongue sliding over the other, it left you breathless. You knew it was still love for you, but it was torture, you knew the high will not be worth the pain but he felt too good, too familiar that it made you question that. You didn't know how long has passed, all you knew was Loki, you still fit perfectly with his body which was pressed against you. Time flew by and you didn't know how you got here.

One moment his lips were on yours, the next you were pressed into the mattress, his figure pressing on yours. Maybe this could be good for the weekend… the next moment your legs somehow were wrapped around him and pulled him more into you. His lips trailed down to your throat, making breathy moans come out of your mouth. Your eyes opened and were focused on one spot on the ceiling, when you managed to break out of this delusional pleasure time flew by.

"No Loki, stop." You pushed him off of you. You sat up, curling your legs.

"What? Darling-" he tried reaching out for your thigh but you shook your head.

"You should go, Loki." You didn't look at him. Your hand covered your mouth as you sank into thought.

"Go? Why would I go? I know you feel exactly like I do." You couldn't deny it. You both knew that.

"You left me before Loki, what is the problem with leaving me now?" While you couldn't see him now, you had to get him out of here, so you could think clearly. This was too reckless. "It doesn't matter, this was just a relapse."

He left you there, and once the door shut you broke down, hating yourself for drowning into him again. You knew you were the one breaking your own heart when he took his warmth from the now cold bed. But it is better that you'll break it before he ever gets the chance to do it again.

Tags: @ayybtch @buckys-other-punk @chaoticpete @madcrazy50 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess

#blank space #my writing #1989 #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki odinson x reader #angst #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki angst #loki fluff #loki odinson #loki

111 notes · View notes

hanii-rose · 4 years

Text

•Because I can't send anon ask in askbox, can I submit it on here instead? So I have this thought:

Garou and the s/o were childhood friends but separated after Garou began to train himself in Bang's dojo. Now after Garou was defeated he comes to visit s/o's house for temporary hiding and also to rekindle their relationship.

Expect both of them getting closer after that. It mostly fluff sfw but you can throw some hot nsfw stuff for the thirst 🔥🔥

But can I request that the s/o is gender neutral, please? It's kinda sad that I rarely find a writing for gender neutral or male s/o, so I will be very grateful if you write the s/o as a gender neutral.

Thanks so much and have a nice day! ❤•

Yay another request ☺️ I tried to write reader as gender neutral, I'm not that great at it, but hopefully it's good enough to post haha

____________________________________

Reunited

Garou x GN! Reader

It had been a few weeks since Garou had inexplicably showed up at your front door, bruised and weakened. When you first saw him, you instantly recognized his signature hairdo and blazing gold orbs.

It was that kid from school! You occasionally played with him in your younger years, and the two of you had become particularly close, talking, pulling pranks and acting out other childish activities. But as you grew older, you focused more on your books and slowly started seeing less of him, ultimately drifting apart in highschool. You never saw him again, until two weeks ago that is.

After he came hobbling through your doorstep, you let him in, fed him and even bathed him. He took care of his own injuries and he's been staying with you ever since. You assumed he remembered you due to the fact that he called you by your name multiple times without you telling him. When you asked him why he showed up here and now, he explained his situation. His hero-hunting, the Monster Association, Bang's dojo and his pathetic defeat at the hands of a bald guy in a yellow jumpsuit. He told you he needed sanctuary for two or three months, at least until the search for him died down.

You understood his reasoning, albeit feeling a bit sad that he didn't come to you mainly to see you. Truth be told, you had developed quite a crush on the silver haired Adonis, even back then. But in the past, you were much too busy with your studies and his sudden disappearance left your desires unfulfilled. But now he was back, taller, stronger and much much more handsome. It reignited a little spark in your core and you constantly began to crave his touch and attention, often picturing him in the most lewd scenarios you could think of. You touched yourself so many times that you lost count. You tried not to most of the time, in hopes that he wouldn't notice your arousal. Little did you know that Garou was going through something similar.

Presently, you had just returned home from work with a bag of store bought food. You hung your coat and scarf on the coat hanger and neatly discarded your black office shoes on the wooden shoe rack. You walked all the way to the kitchen, placed the bag of food down and rushed to the living room in hopes of finding your wolfish guest.

You walked in on him, shirtless, crouching on the floor and fiddling with something. His back displayed all of the hard work he had put into building himself these few years. Littered with bumps and crevices that most people could only dream of in their lifetime.

You, unbeknownst to him, gently pressed a finger down onto the back of his neck and slid downwards, following his spine to the middle of his gorgeous back. He visibly tensed and turned his head, staring deep into your curious eyes.

"You're back..." he stated, turning around and getting back to work.

"Yeah, had a long day today. What have you been up to?"

He shook his head softly and muttered, "Fixed yer damn side table. The wobbly piece of shit almost fell over when I walked by it."

You chuckled at his words while patting his defined shoulder and replied, "Well you're pretty nifty, aren't you? Maybe I'll keep you around longer, huh?"

He smirked and stood up straight, taut muscles glistened with sweat and biceps flexed as he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't ya? A personal slave to do all of yer work for ya?"

You replied with an obnoxious 'MHMMM' and exited the living room, walking yourself to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge door, you grabbed the large 2 litre bottle of coke and two large sets of glasses and decorated them atop a tray.

Holding the tray and kicking the fridge door shut with your foot, you treaded back to the living area and set the tray down on top of your now fixed table.

"Sit down, I'll fix you a drink."

Garou complied, sitting himself comfortably on top of your black couch, the leather making scratching noises as he shifted around for the perfect spot.

"Thanks for the table. I've been trying to fix it for ages."

He nodded and grinned, "No big deal. It's the least I could do."

You sat down next to him on his right, leaned forward and poured the chilled coke into the two cups. Closing the cap, you handed him a glass and sipped on your own coke. You relaxed back into the couch, your shoulder brushing his ever so slightly as you unwinded. Work was getting frustrating, even for a desk job, not to mention your desires for the wolfish man would not relent, leading to many restless nights.

"This feels way too good." you lazily stated, stretching back and leisurely taking small sips from the cup.

"Yeah..." Garou agreed softly, his cup already empty.

You noticed the lack of substance in his hand and offered a refill.

"Hold your cup right. I'm gonna give you some more..."

You grabbed the large plastic bottle from the table and twisted the cap open, pouring carefully, a good enough amount of the sweet liquid.

Unbeknownst to you, Garou had outstretched his arm behind you, resting it at the headrest of the couch. His right knee brushed up against yours gently as he scooted closer to you, inhaling your intoxicating scent. Somehow, your smell was so much more stronger when you came home from work. He noticed it once, after you had accidentally bumped into him. And that unique smell drove him absolutely wild.

You turned back after filling his cup and placed the half empty bottle down. You again leaned back getting even more comfortable, somewhat leaning against him. From this position, he could trace your body through the white flimsy fabric of your office shirt.

It was turning him on more than anything.

He chugged his cup until it was completely empty, savouring every last drop of the fizzy drink. He placed his cup down and his now empty hand found purchase upon your clothed knee. His right arm still behind you, wrapped itself around your shoulder, trapping you.

"So tell me about work." he suggested, rubbing your tired shoulder.

"Oh my gosh, you have no clue how annoying some of my desk mates are!" you began.

"They constantly take things from my desk without asking and they are so unorganized, like at least learn to number your reports when you give em' to me, ya'know?"

He hummed and sighed with whatever you said, but honestly, he didn't give a crap about your asshole co-workers. Just let him stare at your stunning legs for a while longer. He could feel his cock twitching in his trousers, your lips trembled as you angrily ranted about your fellow employees. Those same lips he wanted to ravish with his own.

"-And then I said, I'm not going to your fuckin' baby shower and..." you suddenly quieted down.

Why was he staring at you like that?

"Umm Garou, you okay buddy...?"

He ignored your question again. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your cheek! You tried scooting away, but you were held in place by his left hand on your knee, gripping with force and his right arm wrapped around your shoulder.

You placed your palm on top of his hand and he snapped out of his trance, face red and pouting.

"... Is something wrong?"

He vigorously shook his head and scratched his cheek, the blush still faintly prominent under his chiseled cheekbones.

"Are you sure?" you asked, thoroughly concerned. You placed your open palm on his back and rubbed languidly, relenting your weight on top of his. Before you could get up from your position next to him, he yanked you downwards and you plopped down onto the couch, your back hitting the foam armrest.

"Yer so fuckin' sexy, ya'know that?" he asked, sounding somewhat angry.

"Huh?"

"I said, yer so fuckin' sexy. Such a fuckin' turn on!"

Before you could protest, he swiped his hand down your middle, swiftly popping off all of the buttons on your shirt and exposing your chest and stomach. You tried to push him off but to no avail.

"Garou! What are you doing?" you inquired, feeling absolutely embarrassed. Your cheeks dusted with red and you swallowed hard.

"Fuck... What the fuck am I doing?"

He sighed exasperatedly and got off of you. Standing up, he started walking towards the guest room, no doubt to put on his shirt and leave. But before he could turn the corner, you grasped his hand tight.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving. I shouldn't be around you anymore. I can't fucking control myself..." he replied, sweat dripping from his temple.

"What do you mean?"

You strutted closer to him, placing two hands on his bare chest.

"I like you, a lot. And I wanna fuck you all the time."

You were surprised, pleasantly. You giggled at his confession and leaned closer, almost falling on his hard chest.

Rubbing your hand down his stomach and over his delicious abs, you wiggled in his sight.

"I don't mind..." you spoke, tone awfully sly.

Your expression gave away your intentions and Garou found himself grasping your hips, bringing them closer towards his.

"Oh really?" he asked, equally mischievous.

You made a lusty 'mhmm' noise, confirming his suspicions.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned closer to his smirking face, and whispered, "I want to fuck you all the time too..."

"Fuck, yer such a tease!"

Giggling, you brought your mouth upto his and waited for him to place his on yours.

When your silent request was met, you closed your eyes and revelled in the passion.

He feverishly gripped your waist, slid his hand downwards, giving your ass a quick squeeze.

Breaking the kiss, he kept his face near yours, taking in your form.

"I've wanted to do that for so long..."

"Me too." you replied.

"So you wanna fuck me all the time too huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, you're the only one who can take my mind off of my demented office."

"Well then, should we get started?"

You nodded, lustfully looking into his eyes.

Sitting down had become an issue for you these days. As the days progressed, so did your monster boyfriends hormones. But you two got by. You had to buy a new shirt though, and everyone at your office could tell you'd been fucked out of your mind. But nothing bothered you anymore, not even your moronic deskmates.

It seemed life had gotten better for the two of you, except for the severe back pain you had after Garou finished his dubious acts. Other than that you were fairly content with what you had right now.

#garou headcanons #garou x reader #garou #garouonepunchman #opm garou #garou the hero hunter #gender neutral reader #gender neutral s/o #no smut #please let me know if i need to tag anything else #submission

217 notes · View notes

fayeimara · 3 years

Text

Meant To Be Series || One For Every Billion

5. Thank Some Gods

You end up in Hyogo for a real hot minute over your winter break, thanks to your cousins Akira and Akari who decided to drag you along when they were forced to visit with their mom and older brother. Being a year older then them and already a seasoned solo traveller, the parents all thought you'd be a great chaperone. Woohoo, yay you.

Truth be told, you love spending time with them and you're really happy to be able to see your aunt and other cousin, their brother Kazuya, that you'd missed over the summer, as well. Although you did have to apologize to Tobio and his family because when you'd promised you would stay with them next, you should have specified you meant next time you were in Miyagi. Not Japan in general. You think they were just taking the piss though.

Oh right, your vulgar new phrases are courtesy of Akira, thank her very much. Spend a few minutes in the twins' company and you end up talking like them, or whatever their west coast academy friends are currently teaching them, at least. Akari has a valley girl phase going and you think Akira is gearing up for a Tarantino-inspired life. Can't see how your family is let that going to happen, but it's not your job to tell him that.

"Y/nnn, did you try this dango!" Akira runs right into you, appearing from the crowd of people on the festive street of the shopping district you're in, and locks her free arm around yours while waving a stick with round balls on it in other other hand.

"No, but I waited 10 minutes standing still in the cold and crowd so you can bet that I will. Half of that is already mine."

"Hmph," She scoffs, "No one told you to stand still and wait around, silly."

You give her an exasperated look, "You literally said, 'stay there a minute, I'm grabbing us some sweets!' and bounced off."

"Okay, okay, chill your roll, girl."

"Not sure that's a saying, girl."

"Maybe not at the snooty east side preps."

"Yo." Akira appears on your other side. "Half that's mine."

"A third. Or none at all." Akari sticks her tongue out at her twin.

He looks over at you and you nod, twisting quickly so you can grab and hold her occupied arm still while he plucks the dango from her hand.

"Hey! Looks like it's none at all!"

"No. Looks like it's half mine, half Y/n's." He bites off one of the chewy balls (okay, we all know how that sounds.. slow your roll, girl) before holding the stick in front of your face so you can grab one too. Oh wow. It is good. Why did you wait so long to try it? So many years wasted without enjoying this sweet texture.

You can see your third cousin approaching, holding onto a tray of steaming drinks, as you chew over your thoughts on the delicious dessert (see what you did there?).

"I got your coffee", he holds the tray between us so I can grab one of the cups with my free hand, but like.. Kazuya, which one is it?

"Kazuuu, they're bullying me!" Akari pouts for sympathy only for Akira to fire back almost before she reaches the last word.

"She bullied me first!"

Instead of responding to either, he rolls his eyes at their bickering but they're only having fun. You've never met siblings that have each other's backs more than these two. You think Kazuya misses it too, having decided to study in Japan and live with his mom who consequently chose to work here, while the other two live with their dad - but really at a boarding school - back on the American west coast.

"Whatever, are you grabbing your drinks or what?"

Akari only smiles at her older brother's deadpan expression, "Which one is my hot chocolate, niichan?"

"Please don't call me that."

"Why not?"

But it's Akira who answers with a snicker, "Because you don't even go here, brat. It's cringy coming from you."

"Shut up, ugly clone."

"That's literally impossible unless you're calling yourself ugly too."

Okay, you're just going to go for the cup closest to you on your left. You pick it up and sip slowly... success. The sweet, warm flavour of your white chocolate mocha slides down your throat.

Kazu is giving you an arch look now, he knows how much you live for coffee but he's still going to say something about it, right? "You know it's already dark out, I don't know how you can drink this stuff so late. Don't you want to get some sleep tonight?"

"Bold of you to assume I need sleep." You smirk at him over the rim of your cup while Akari makes an attempt at snatching the remaining dango back from her brother around you. Please don't make me spill.

"Nah, I just assume you're a robot and this is your regular maintenance or something."

You consider his words before shrugging, nothing too mean that you can call him out on, you guess. "Down the hatch then."

"Sure thing, but I'm not staying up late bingeing your crappy shows with you when you're wired."

"But you'll binge a non-crappy show?"

"Maybe."

Another smile for your favourite cousin of the minute. He did get you coffee, you know. Akari's managed to grab the third sweet off the stick with her mouth like some rabid animal, but it makes sense because the hand not still holding onto you is holding back Akari's arm. They're going to smac-

And they hit the tray that Kazu was only just holding. He somehow manages to grab one of the drinks you assume is his out of it's spot while avoiding the wreckage spill of the other two cups. He didn't even try to hold on to it, which is partly why you're laughing as both twins start simultaneously apologizing and complaining about their spilled drinks.

Kazuya's deadpan expression is actually pretty communicative for the the moment, "I'm not going back for another, this is on you guys."

"Kazu, do you like being mean to us?" They actually ask this at the same time but Kazu's not even phased.

"Yes, I want you to suffer." He's dry as ever.

You chuckle but they're so sweet, most of the time, so you'll make it up for them, "I passed a stall selling hot chocolate, since we don't need to replace my specialty coffee, I can go there to get you some."

"Me too?" Akira asks hopefully.

"Yes, you too, puppy."

He rolls his eyes, trying to adjust his expression back into an uncaring one. It's more natural on his brother currently, but you can definitely see him grow into a more serious demeanour someday.

"I'll come with you while these two stay put." Kazu gives his younger siblings a stern look.

"No need," You wave him off, grabbing the stick with the last piece of dango and handing it to him, "Enjoy this as repayment from us all for making you go all the way back into the mall for our drinks. In the meantime, I'll be right back."

"Hold on, you're going to the one next to the onigiri stand, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Okay, straight there and back in fifteen minutes or I'll come find you. And if I have to worry, I won't be happy."

"Okay niisan." You roll your eyes with your sarcastic tone. Older brothers. No wonder he and your brother Raiden get along so well, they're under some misassumption that their younger siblings just can't help getting into trouble, as if you all only live to annoy them. And he was doing so well as your favourite cousin for the time being.

You stroll away from the benches you were waiting at by the end of the street where the outdoor stalls meet the main street shopping mall and melt back into the crowd. This festival really is something, so brightly lit with pretty twinkling lights strung up everywhere and curled around any available post like glowing, warm yellow vines. You absolutely love the vibe but you know you're on a time crunch.

You notice the onigiri stand just ahead of the drink stall and debate for a quick second before stopping in the surprisingly short line up. A piece each of sweet dessert does not a stomach fill. Unfortunately, just as you take a sip of your coffee, someone bumps into you from behind, causing it to spill over your lips and dribble down your chin but you adjust enough in time, holding the cup out and away from you, so that you're not covered in any more than that and the little bit on your hand.

You hate wet clothing with a passion, especially when it's cold outside and it clings to you with that awful chilly, sticky feel. Not so bad when it's on your coat, but on principle, that's just as unpleasant if you run the cuff of your sleeve over it or it get on the collar and then you have the tiniest bit of discomfort right by sensitive skin and that makes it all the more glaring.

You realize the person who bumped into you also reached out to steady you at the same time and is now speaking, "Shit, I'm so sorry."

It's a little quiet but you make out his apology through his thick dialect. Hm, you think that's where the odd changes in Kazu and his mom's speech are coming from, a regional osmosis of accents?

"No worries, it's pretty crowded." You only half turn while you search your pockets for a tissue or napkin, spotting a flash of grey in your peripherals. Then an arm covered in that grey reaches out to hold a napkin in your field of view and you finally look up to see who it belongs too.

And now you're just staring. Hi there, I'd like hear your voice more. Preferably while you stare at his mouth move on his beautiful face. You can't believe he just had his hand on your waist, even if it was just for a split second and over layers of clothes, and you didn't get to appreciate it.

"It's not dirty." He shakes the napkin, you're assuming because he thankfully thought you were thinking that over instead of ogling him.

You chuckle, thinking how you definitely need to send thanks to some divine power on the new year for all the interactions with some serious eye candy these past six months, but out loud you say, "I really need to thank some gods out there, huh?"

What?

He gives you a confused look but you catch yourself and, before he can respond and question your sanity, quickly follow up with, "Or just you. For this. Thank you for the napkin."

"S'alright. Wasn't a big favour, really, just makin' up for my fault bumpin' into ya." You're not sorry he did, though? You can't tell what he's thinking, this guy is a closed book, folks. It's kind of jarring, since you consider yourself exceptional at reading people and acclimating to them.

You finally actually accept the napkin and wipe at your mouth and chin first, then your hand, responding, "At least you didn't make me drop the coffee or we would have had a real problem."

You think he realizes you're teasing because the corner of his mouth actually inches up the tiniest bit. You're not imagining, you swear it on your mocha!

"Coffee this late?"

"It's 11am somewhere."

"Ya wake up at 11am?" What an interesting thought process he has.

"Are you not on winter break? Or do you just assume your typical hours in every conversation no matter what day of the year it is?"

"Huh." You think he sounds thoughtful? Or was it just the word and you're associating it with how you use it..

"That's not an answer, but I'll take that to mean you go the typical route." You smile again because like you said, he's unreadable and you really don't want him to think you're being bitchy. You're really grateful for the napkin. And that face. So... yeah.

You're moving up, thankfully, because you thought you were blessed but this is just turning into what feels like an awkward encounter.

"I like sleepin' in, but sometimes I get too hungry so I'm up when my stomach is."

You look back at him in surprise, obviously because he bothered to continue a seemingly closed conversation, but that quickly turns into amusement and commiseration, "Oh I know! It's mostly coffee for me because not a lot of people bother to make breakfast in my house, but if I smell something delicious cooking, I forget I'm not a morning person."

He does smile fully then and it's beautiful. "Me too, but I'm usually the one doing the cookin'."

"Oh wow, that's dedication. I can respect but never reach that ideal." You hold your hand to your heart in a silly salute but also because he's still smiling and you're trying to tell your unreliable organ to be still. Not too still though, you're enjoying the moment and want to keep living it.

"Eh, I'm used to it."

"Well then, for once, let someone else take care of your food. I'll get your order for you."

"Seriously? It was just a napkin and my fault too.."

"Yeah, no, don't worry about it! Consider it a gift in essence of the festival!"

He doesn't say anything for a moment before, "I was going to try the different flavours. That's a lot."

"No way, that's awesome! I'll do that too, I don't even know what they have available, I just stopped here on a whim on my way there." You indicate the stand next to the one you're almost to the front of with a wave of your hand.

"Ahh.. if ya like, I can suggest some?"

You happily smile at him as you accept, "That would be great, thank you so much."

The two of you step up to the counter together and you listen while he orders. While you both wait for them to place each of your requests, he explains some of the fillings and why they work best depending on personal taste and even situation. You tell him about having just tried dango, sad about having realized you missed out so long, and he actually smiles widely at your exaggerated pained expression but also recommends some other desserts, including which shops to stop at in the city.

It's starting to snow as you two talk, which is not rare but still unusual for this region, but thankfully it's not much longer before you're each handed your containers and move aside. You look over to him and laugh when you realize this guy is already munching on one of the onigiris, your breath puffing out in a small cloud before you. "Which one is it?"

"Fatty tuna." He talks around it with his own little puffy cloud and it's pretty cute actually, instead of the usual cringe when people talk with their mouths full. Oh, the benefits of being good looking. Also, he's tilted his head down ever so slightly so it's almost polite in a perfected way.

"I'm just going to go ahead and assuming you're enjoying it."

He nods while swallowing and then makes some pretty intense eye contact while speaking way too seriously, "Thank you. This is amazing."

You smile, feeling like in the minutes the two of you were conversing, you've gotten a little more comfortable with the minute changes in his expressions. "You're welcome. I'm going to head over to the drink stall now, but it was nice to meet you!"

With a laugh as you walk away, you also add, "And thank you for sharing your knowledge with me, at least I'll know where to feed myself when I'm craving different things this week."

You're turning away as he seems to stand there watching you with some hesitation, but you can't do all the heavy lifting in a conversation when you're on a time limit, so you'll chalk this up to another fun run-in with a cute guy for the books.

You're lucky there's no line up, you're really short on your deadline and your fingers are getting pretty cold along with your coffee, so you pay for the hot chocolate, they pour, and you're back off towards the end of the street where your cousins are waiting.

You can't move too fast given the bag dangling from the wrist of the hand that's also carefully holding the tray of four hot chocolates, but the crowd is also thinning out a little now with the snow. Hopefully, if you're a couple minutes behind the expected time, the diverse and sheer amount of onigiri you have in the bag you're now holding, as well as the new round of warm drinks, will bring you forgiveness.

You finish up the last, cool dregs of your coffee just as you pass by a trash can, making the split decision to quickly reverse so you can toss your cup and free up a hand. As you execute your smooth move and then turn back, you unsurprisingly bump into someone yet again. Not so smooth then, you think, looking up.

It's deja vu and for a split second, you consider that he might actually be a weirdo and followed you, because stopping in your path as an apology drops from your lips is the guy you were only just talking to, same face, same dark hair, even same height... but with a different jacket on.

It takes you all of one more second to notice the small differences like the eye colour, the way the hair naturally parts, and the slightest difference in size, not to mention the more obvious difference in openness and personality literally exuding from this one. He's actually smiling wide right away with no provocation. So not a weirdo who changed his jacket and followed you.

Also, have you ever considered the odds of multiple sets of twins being in pretty much the same place at the same time?

"Oh, there's another one of you, huh?" You're talking again before he even has a chance to respond to your apology, but you guess you feel familiar thanks to your brief encounter with his twin. "That's unfair, don't you think?"

You step around him calling out, "Anyways, sorry about that. Enjoy your night." and walk away, back towards your own set of twins.

Ugh, Kazu's going to kill you. You won't be making it in time, for sure.

Miya Atsumu's POV

Atsumu turns to follow the stunning girl's progress as she moves around him and away, catching her last words but still more interested in her previous statement. 'There's another one of you, huh?'.

People have been confusing him and his twin for as long as they've been alive and only those that know them really well can only sometimes make out the difference.

It's no longer amusing, and actually irritating enough that he and 'Samu have been considering a little aesthetic change some time next year, maybe before their first year of high school.

'Tsumu knows it's his brother without looking when someone walks up to his left side from behind him. What he's surprised by is his first words, "She think you were me? I was talkin' to her a bit at the stall."

When he glances over, he notices 'Samu staring after her as well, with a lot more interest than simple, piqued curiosity. Does he know her?

"No.." He contemplates her words again before sharing with his brother, "She said 'There's another one of you, huh? That's unfair, don't you think?' and then walked away."

He can feel 'Samu looking over at him curiously, "Did ya talk to her?"

Why is he asking? He hasn't even picked up a new onigiri from the open box in his hand. "I just bumped into her. Didn't even say a word. Do ya know her?"

"Like I said, I only just met her." Pausing, 'Samu seems to think it over before adding, "We only talked a few minutes, maybe."

The twins are silent for another couple moments, while the snow continues to drift around them. The girl is long gone, swallowed up by the crowd at this point, but they keep staring at where they last saw her retreating figure, each in their own intrigued thoughts.

Finally, 'Samu's the one who breaks the silence, "Do ya believe in coincidences, 'Tsumu?"

"No, 'Samu, ya know I don't."

Prev | Next

Masterlist

Behind The Scenes!

-Tee was called out in the first thread because he doesn't use emojis often, especially not the half assed ones he used for a scenario like that so... caught slipping lmao (aw he does care about Y/n <3 Maybe more than he should?)

-Y/n was NOT expecting to get called out like that for saying she likes Oikawa when she'd literally just called him her friend... Iwa, you slick wingman ;) <3 He might bully the shit out of Oikawa (to keep him in check though) but he really is his best friend :')

-Ushi says what he means and means what he says lol, yeah, he wasn't really surprised

-Y/n's friends aren't all necessarily happy about this development; they've been aware of her various interactions as they usually are (some more than others) but... they're getting older and, well, all not sharing as much with each other as they once did

-But they're still going to call her out and roast her because they're her best friends lmao who else will? They have to keep her in check too loool

-Oikawa's last reply... <33 Take it how you will :D

-And Shin just dropping in to screenshot his cousin's embarrassing moments, hoping for a dirty delete so he can roast her all over again for the same crime lmao, probably shouldn't have warned her though... whoops

-I HC the Miyas' hair dyeing happening at/around their first year of HS, anyone know any different? It was only Osamu's jacket that was grey in Y/n's peripherals, just a little tease for us all ;)

A/N: Guys, I'm really, really sorry about the Miyas' 'accent'... you might see a couple different attempts in there but I had to edit a lot of what I tried out because it sounded just awful however I was originally trying to write it earlier. If you guys do have any suggestions, I'm very much all hears (and eyes lol - heart eyes specifically because I've seen some write them incredibly well!).

That aside, I hope you all enjoyed this one, I loved writing it so much, it just flowed once I started and I love the Miya twins, each in their own way <33 I've been dying to introduce them and the other 'main' characters but there's definitely going to be a difference in the weight of interactions Y/n has for a while. It's not favoritism, I promise; Y/n's time spent with various characters is just going to be uneven at various points due to the natural progression of her story :') but I plan for it all to even out as we move along the years (:

Taglist: @delusivist, @prettyinblack231, @kac-chowsballs, @sakusasimpbot

27 notes · View notes

argeriant18 · 5 years

Text

She Loves You (Ludwig Beilschmidt [Hetalia Germany] x Reader)

PREVIOUSLY:

[Y/N] and Ludwig hasn't been talking to each other lately and Adrian has another plan on her sleeve.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

PRESENT:

"Adrian, don't you dare go to him." [Y/N] glared at her.

"Go to who? Who's him?" Adrian raised an eyebrow.

"Ludwig. Don't go to Ludwig." [Y/N] sighed.

"I'm going to Francis--" Adrian cut her sentence short. "You know what? Forget it, I'm just gonna go to Alfreeee--Nope!"

She crashed on the couch.

"I have nowhere to go except to General's." Adrian look at [Y/N] pleadingly. "Please."

"Fine, but don't tell him about all the things I tell you about him." [Y/N] finally gave in.

"Sir, yes, sir!" Adrian gave her a salute and a bow before she went out the door.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"General, I'm—" Adrian stopped short when she opened the door to the German's house.

"What just happened?" She asked, as she looked around the place. It was untidy and it's just plain weird to see it.

She carefully stepped inside, avoiding the mess it's like if she touched it she'll get burned.

Adrian managed to get through it and she stopped right in front of Ludwig's room.

Adrian took a deep breath before she knocked on his door.

"Sir." Adrian said. "This is Adrian, reporting for duty."

Silence

"Can I come in, sir?" She asked softly and she was soon replied with a muffled grunt.

She slowly opened the door and saw that Ludwig was on the bed. He had his eyes closed and his hair was really messy.

"General?" Adrian asked as she started to approach him cautiously as if he was a wild animal.

"Adrian," Ludwig suddenly said. "What have I done wrong?"

She fell silent for a while.

"I don't know, what did you do?" Adrian replied with a poker face.

Ludwig sat up and glared at her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He most barked at her. "Is that how you talk to your General?"

Adrian shrugged. "Depends."

"Look, General." She sighed. "Why don't we talk about it? You'd be surprised about what I have to tell you."

Adrian went out of his room after she told him that she'll hang around the living room with Gilbert's guitar.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Ludwig went out of his room, he almost looked like his old self again.

He walked into the living room to see Adrian strumming the guitar and playing the tune of the song "Bad Boy" by The Beatles.

"You're improving." Ludwig commented as he sat down beside her.

"Thanks." Adrian smiled at him and stopped playing for a while.

"What did you have to tell me?" Ludwig asked.

"Oh," He saw her face fall at her sudden realization.

"I was told not to say anything and now I'm in a tight situation. Help!" Adrian thought.

"Uhhhh..." She stuttered before she gave a sigh and just decided to convey what she wanted to say through the use of music.

Adrian's eyes lit up when an idea popped in her head. Her mind set to her goal, she started to play the guitar.

"She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah" Adrian sang with a sly smirk on her face.

"She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah"

Ludwig looked at her and gave a little chuckle. This kid never ceases to amaze him every single time.

"She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah" Adrian stood up from the couch and proceeded to go in the middle of the living room and made it look like it was a stage and that she was the artist that was doing a concert.

"You think you've lost your love" She sang loudly and pointed an accusing finger at Ludwig.

"Well, I saw her yesterday-yi-yay" Adrian smirked and pointed at herself proudly which made the blonde German chuckle at her antics.

"It's you she's thinking of

And she told me what to say-yi-yay"

"Oh, really?" Ludwig rose an eyebrow at her with a small smile tugging at his lips. "And what is it?"

"She says she loves you

And you know that can't be bad" Adrian sang out but she saw that he was hesitating on believing what she just said.

"Yes, she loves you

And you know you should be glad" She rolled her eyes at him as if saying "Just because I am singing, it doesn't mean that I am not telling the truth".

"She said you hurt her so

She almost lost her mind" Adrian looked at him boredly.

"And now she says she knows

You're not the hurting kind" She smiled at him, but he shot her a questionable look as if saying "Are you serious?"

Adrian scrunched up her face and stuck out her tongue as if saying "I'm not just serious. I AM SIRIUSLY SIRIUS."

"She says she loves you

And you know that can't be bad" She sang. "Right?"

"Yes, she loves you" Adrian repeated. "Yes, she does. Just believe me already."

"And you know you should be glad

Oo, she loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah

With a love like that

You know you should be glad"

Ludwig thought well and hard about what Adrian was saying.

"You know it's up to you

I think it's only fair" Adrian sang as she eyes him in an accusing manner.

"Pride can hurt you too

Apologize to her" She gave him a small sympathetic smile and a little shrug.

"Because she loves you

And you know that can't be bad

Yes, she loves you

And you know you should be glad" Adrian continued singing as his mind slowly stepped into the light, realization.

"Oo, she loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah

She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah

With a love like that

You know you should be glad" She sang enthusiastically.

"She's right, you know?" Ludwig thought and a smile made it's way into his face.

"With a love like that

You know you should be glad"

"I have an idea." He thought as he tweaked some finishing touches of his plan in his head.

"With a love like that

You know you should be glad

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"

And with one last strum, Adrian ended the song.

"Now, did you understand anything?" She asked. "She really loves you, you know? You should be really thankful or happy or whatever good emotions you should be feeling!"

Adrian crashed on the couch and softly strummed the guitar in the tune of "Truth" by Bamboo.

"I am. Thanks for telling me." Ludwig said and he stood up from his seat when he finally made up his mind. "And you are coming with me."

Adrian stopped playing. "Huh? Me? What?"

"Come on." He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the house.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"I hope she didn't tell him." [Y/N] sighed and looked at Reese.

"That depends. Adrian is really unpredictable. I know that she's really good at keeping secrets but she would risk it for a greater good." Reese replied. "Don't worry, she usually makes really wise decisions."

"Usually?" A voice said in disbelief.

The two girls turned their head at the source of the voice only to see Adrian and Ludwig.

"She's right, you know?" Ludwig commented. "It's not a really big deal, you're still learning."

"I know, I just wanted to--waah!!" Adrian was pulled away from Ludwig by Reese.

"We have to talk." Reese said and they went to who-knows-where.

[Y/N] took a deep breath. "Thanks for taking Adrian back here. She's staying here for a while."

"Oh," Ludwig nodded. "So, how are you?"

"Good, you?" [Y/N] asked.

"He's a wreck! As in a wreck!" Adrian yelled from somewhere.

"Adrian! Shut up!" Reese's voice was heard and then there was a smack!.

"I better check on those two." [Y/N] sighed and was ready to find the two girls when Adrian yelled out that she was alright.

"Uh, Adrian?" Ludwig called out. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Adrian's voice could be heard in a singsong manner.

Ludwig heaved a sigh.

"Continue with your blossoming romance or else I'll recite the balcony scene from 'Romeo and Juliet'!" Adrian yelled.

"Don't! You've been reciting that since last night just because there was a full moon!" [Y/N] said exasperatedly.

"You were bothering her with a balcony scene from 'Romeo and Juliet'?" Ludwig asked, surprised. "Adrian, you are going to take 10 laps tomorrow!"

"Ludwig, don't be too hard on her." [Y/N] laid a hand on his arm.

He sighed before he looked directly into her eyes.

This is the right moment - the perfect moment.

So he took action.

"[Y/N]," Ludwig said, barely above a whisper. "I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for whatever it is I did."

[Y/N] gave a small smile and nodded a little. "I forgive you."

Ludwig heaved out a sigh of relief.

"But it took me a long time, you know?" [Y/N] giggled and he smiled as the sound reached his ears.

"KIIIIISSSSSSSSSSS!!!!" They both heard Reese yell out.

"NOOOOOOO!!! MY EYYYYEEEESSSSSS!!! HAVE MERCCCCCCYYYYY!!!!!" Adrian yelled back in response which made the couple laugh.

"She's seriously not a fan of romance." [Y/N] said with a big smile on her face.

"Yep, she isn't. She's been begging me to tell her war time stories." Ludwig chuckled.

"Don't." [Y/N] warned. "Maybe she'll get nightmares."

"I know. That's why I'm not telling her." Lugwig said.[Y/N] smiled.

"Sooo. . ."

"Sooo what?" He asked with a smile on his face.

"Oh, come here." [Y/N] pulled him to her and they both shared a loving kiss.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The End

#the beatles #germany #hetalia #oneshot #songfic #imagine #hetalia oneshot #hetalia songfic #hetalia imagine

5 notes · View notes

lareinenoir · 5 years

Text

Monster Loki × Pregnant Reader

Summary: Summary: You’re pregnant. Yay! Everyone seems to care accept for the father of your child. Loki is distant and all you can do is wonder why. It's not everyday that you get Pregant, not to mention with a frost giant. Giving birth earlier than human, you have to deal with a frost giant pregnancy. Their are some benefits like the strength but the damage your child is doing to your body makes you ask yourself..."Is it worth it?"

Warning: Angst, Fluff, swearing

Pt: 1/4

--------

Sleeping wasn't what your little one wanted you to do. It kept you awake all night, kicking and punching your bladder and the occasional rolling into your ribs.

With a sigh you got up quietly trying not to wake Loki. He was sound asleep and held onto your swollen stomach as the kicking ceased to end. "Are you happy now?" You ask the child growing inside you. "I'm up I'm up."

You needed to pee for the fifth time that night. Afterwards, you couldn't help but look in the mirror. Fingertips glided across your abdomen and the child kicked you again making you jump. On earth, people would think you were already nine months but the truth is, you were only one.

Frost giant babies are born at the end of the season. So you had two months left and you couldn't help but be so happy to get the child out of you.

Looking up, you see Loki's eyes staring at you from behind. Turning your body you see his face is hard as he sits up showing his naked torso.

"Why aren't you asleep, y/n?" He asks "Come to bed." Said Loki, not even giving you the chance to answer.

"Your son." You chuckle walking over to the bed. "He's keeping me awake with all of his moving around. He also seems to think my bladder is some sort of toy."

With a sigh Loki tilts his head, "You don't even know if it's a boy or a girl. It doesn't work like that you know. They change genders based on your body temperature."

Shrugging you slide onto the bed, kissing his knuckles as your head layed on his chest. "I know it's going to be a boy, Loki." You say "And if it's not who the hell cares."

He kissed your head and you sat up so you faced him. "My lovely y/n, your optimism is so refreshing." He says as you kiss his pale jaw. "Not right now." Said Loki in a low voice.

You didn't take it seriously and shrugged it off due to his head tilting back a bit. You were straddling his waist as your tongue entered his mouth, licking the roof of it. He wiggled at your touch and Loki's hand rose to your face cupping it gently.

He tried to push you back, but your fingernails dug into his arms holding Loki's body in place. Hands roaming his jet black hair, your face heated up as you tasted the inside of Loki's mouth. He kept trying to pull you off, but you didn't budge. It was sort of strange for him and you.

Loki was the strong one and when it came to sex or just making out, he would always worry about hurting you. Of course their were times that he left bruises.

Some on your thigh on how tight he held it when his body slammed into you, others on your arms when Loki would hold you down hearing you moan his name aimlessly.

You didn't mind them despite the face he would make when he saw them. But right now, you were the one bruising him. And maybe it was due to your pregnancy and if it was, you didn't care. You were in control of Loki's movements and that was what was driving him crazy.

Your tounge slid from out of his mouth as he pulled back. Biting your lips, you slowly grind on his boxers. Loki, flustered rubbed his eyes trying not to look at your begging grin. Foreheads touching he gave you a serious expression, "Not now." Said Loki as he slid your legs from off his lap.

"Fine." You say standing abruptly and grabbing your cloak that hung on the hook. With a sigh you shrugged and rolled your eyes. "I absolutely hate you." You mumble exiting the room.

Your child kicked you again as you walked down the hall. No sleep tonight and that was something you were still getting used too. Heading for the library, you decided to read a book. They always kept you awake and when you read them out loud, the moving of your child ceased as if he was listening.

-----------------------------------------------

Archery. Since you had been living in Asgard, the sport had grown on you. Every other morning, you'd go out and shoot a couple at the target. For some reason, it took away some of your early morning nausea being out doors.

This was the one morning where you weren't by yourself. Frigga had made her way towards you with a warm smile and a tray of food. "Good morning, y/n." She greeted

"Morning." You said back, grabbing another arrow.

"You slept well I presume?" Asks Frigga, as you release the arrow towards the target.

Fixing your cloak, your body turns towards her and you reply, "Unfortunately not. He's been keeping me awake with his moving around so I decided to read at the library." You told her picking up one of the grapes. "I came across some names and I've chosen a few."

"Oh? That's exciting, y/n. Have you discussed them with my son, Loki?" Asks Frigga watching you put the bow down and eat more of the grapes

"We um...we haven't had the...their just isn't a good time. Loki is busy and so am I."

"I think you should go to the infirmary to get checked out." Frigga suggests looking you up and down. "A pregnant woman with barely any sleep can't be healthy. For you or your baby."

"Oh Frigga," you chuckle trying to shrug it off. "I'm fine, really. The naps I do take are the perfect amount of sleep I need." You lied. Honestly, your body was very tired. Even when you did close your eyes it was only for 20 minutes then he'd kick you awake.

"Oh darling, are you sure?" She asked you as you eat some more of the fruit. "I want a happy mother and also healthy one. I'm sure my son Loki would too."

"Well...maybe a little check up won't hurt." You gave in with a sigh while picking up your bow again and some arrows. "But please, could you have them not call me Lady y/n. It's to formal and if Thor can stop so can they."

Frigga lets out a heart laugh and puts her hand on your shoulder. "Oh darling." She says in between laughs. "I will be sure to tell them so."

"Thank you Frigga." You said shooting the arrow as she left.

------------------

A couple weeks had past, and it wasn't the sleep that was bugging you now. You seemed to get bigger and walking was getting a bit harder. You did manage to get to and from the kitchen for snacks in the night despite Frigga's protests.

The sleepless nights ceased ever since you went to the infirmary. They gave you pills that helped you sleep through the constant moving that happened inside you.

You also noticed how you'd wake up thinking Loki was there lying next to you just to wake up in the morning with his side of the bed looking untouched.

Their wasn't even a wrinkle in the sheets that proved otherwise. Just like this morning. Instead of hearing his sweet words whispering in your ear, "Good morning my heavenly mortal." You were gifted with the sunlight beaming in your face and your ear uncharmed by the tickle of his breath against it.

Having to repeat that daily made you question why? And the fact that your body had not been touched by his hands in so long, made you flinch in question when you tried to pleasure yourself.

"Y/N?" Asks Thor as you walk down the corridor towards the kitchen "Y/N, where are you going?"

"I'm hungry. And I could really go for a cream cheese and Jelly sandwich. Maybe two and I have a strong craving for Fish and Mushroom soup." You answer continuing to walk.

"My mother wants you to rest." Thor said, but more in a warning way. "A child carrier should not be on her feet." Then he looks down "Whoa! Your ankles are bigger than my hammer." He laughed "It's a dinner table for all the gods to eat on."

Without thinking or hesitation, your hand came flying across his face swiftly. You didn't expect him to be phased by it or even move but he did the exact opposite. Thor fell to the ground and holding his cheek.

End of PT 1

Follow me @allthingzhiddleston

Wanna be tagged For the next part? Let me know

94 notes · View notes

mmazzeroo · 5 years

Text

Chapter 18: DANY V - That Was Immensely Entertaining

@helloimnotawesome - Chapter 18 is up. It’s wedding time!!! Yay <3

This is the longest chapter so far - longer than planned but it felt wrong to cut it and there were things that I really wanted included here, so....almost 3k for you :D Enjoy!

DANY V - That Was Immensely Entertaining:

'Lord Dayne in uniform' was that what the tv-reporter had said? No, that couldn't be. Jon doesn't have one. He lost it along with everything else that night. He was devastated when he had to tell Robb. She was there at Dragonstone that day. Holding him all through the night as he cried himself to sleep and occasionally woke up sobbing. For Jon his uniform represented something good he had done in his life, something he had chosen for himself and excelled at. The medals too. Not for what he'd done during battles and what he'd lost. For Jon it was evidence of what he'd saved, the lives rescued. The crowd's noisy I probably just misheard the reporter anyway. Marg was being a good sport as always. Playing her part effortlessly. Walking up the red carpet on the steps to the Great Sept she turned and waved at the crowd who responded with a deafening cheer. You'd think we were all still royalty. She laughed to herself at the thought as she too waved at the crowd.

Inside the sept Loras was waiting for them with the bridesmaids and groomsmen. He'd arrived earlier along with their grandmother, President Olenna Tyrell. Loras was wearing his cavalry dress uniform - black jacket, black trousers with a double red stripe down the side of the legs and a white belt around the waist. Why do all men look so good in uniform? It's unfair. She again thought about the colours. Marg and Robb had wanted the colours of their houses to be combined to display a unification of their families, so all Starks and Tyrells would somehow incorporate the colours green, gold, grey or white into their outfits. Robb, Jon, Bran, Grey, Ned and Arya, and little Aegon would of course be wearing the traditional morning suit with black morning coat, waistcoat, formal trousers, white shirt, and a cravat. They'd decided that they'd all be wearing grey waistcoats and the cravat would be matched with the colour of roses embroidered on the bridesmaids dresses. So Grey's cravat was red, Bran's was green as he was meant to go alongside Sansa until he was given the honour of escorting the Queen of Thorns inside the Sept. 'The youngest Stark and I move at the same speed', as the President had said. Afterwards Arya was matched with Sansa, but refused to change her gold coloured cravat. Typical Arya! Everyone's little wild stubborn wolf. Jon and Aegon's were blue. He looks adorable in that little suit though - and so excited he has a matching outfit with Jon!

Margaery's dress was a white full-length gown with a chapel train. While the skirt was an opaque lace, the sleeveless top was a light layer of fabric that was completely see-through - with a nude layer below the lace to make it respectable for the occasion. Throughout the dress and top red, blue, green and gold roses were embroidered. The bridesmaids dresses were in similar style but in a very light grey and one colour roses per bridesmaid - Sansa had green, Missandei had red, and she had blue. When she'd originally questioned Margaery for suddenly adding blue and red she just received the reply that, 'blue is for the winter rose of the North, and everyone knows what red roses are the symbol of'. If it's true that the President herself is wearing a gold coloured jacket and blue dress I guess the colour checks out. Little Rhaenys' dress was a red skirt, black top and black band around her waist with a big red rose on it. So proud she gets to wear her own house colours. If only she knew it's because her mom tried to avoid her having to change outfit before the reception like Aegon needs to.

It was time. Aegon, carrying the cloak Robb would wrap Marg in, went first, then Rhaenys, Sansa & Arya, Missandei & Grey, then her and finally Margaery and Loras. Letting Aegon and Rhaenys enter first was a breach of tradition and protocol, but both Marg and Robb had been adamant that they wanted the little ones in the front. Wanted to give them their bit of the limelight. Wait! Is Robb wearing a green morning coat? Matching his bride beautifully, but another breach of protocol. Looking very aristocratic, Dr. Stark! She couldn't help laugh a bit to herself. Those two have apparently decided to make a tradition of breaking tradition! Aegon had made it all the way up the aisle and was handing the cloak over to—

—OOOH! GODS! Oh Gods! Oh Gods! Jon is wearing a uniform?! How is that even possible?! He lost it. Didn't he lose it? He did! Everything was lost in the fire as the car burned out. Then how? Her head was swimming with questions. She almost forgot to breathe. She felt her legs moving but wasn't sure how she was still walking - or even standing upright. Dressed like that he's the most sexy-looking man I've ever laid eyes on! Somehow she'd made it all the way up the aisle. Standing by Margaery's side she couldn't take her eyes of Jon. She'd never seen a Night's Watch officer's dress uniform before. Light blue trousers with a red stripe down the side of the legs. Deep blue, almost black, jacket and matching belt. Oh, my dress matches his trousers! Marg, you sneaky woman, you! Oh, is that a sword by his side? And his medals, oh gods! Some on his right chest and one particularly prestigious one, the Medal of Valour, was around his neck, meticulously placed so it sat just at the collar of the jacket. Oh Gods, that entire outfit is full-on panty-dropping material right there. Dany! Get a grip, woman! Remember where you are, for fuck's sake!

She hadn't noticed, but apparently the ceremony was over and Jon walked over to escort her down the aisle and out of the sept. Did I stand here and ogle him the whole time?!? In full view of EVERYONE?? Oh Gods!!

As they walked down the aisle right behind the newly-weds, Jon leaned in slightly and whispered, "you look absolutely stunning, Dany. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, and I can't seem to take my eyes of you. Beginning to think you must've cast a spell on me, Dr. Targaryen."

Gods, the way he looks at me! And that voice! So deep and husky and...ugh, I just want to peal that uniform off and climb him like a tree. Gods I can't take it. It's too much. He's too sweet, too gorgeous, too good, too much right now.

They were outside now where the crowd was cheering for the newly-weds. She turned to Jon and said, "thank you, Captain. You look very handsome yourself. Don't even know how I made it up there I couldn't stop looking at you, so maybe you're the one who cast a spell on me, Lord Dayne." She gave him a shy smile and looked to the ground quickly. She felt him give her hand a gentle squeeze before turning his face to the crowd, flashed them a big smile and waved. Wow, mom and Tyrion have taught him well...

Robb turned slightly and waved them down to join him and Marg on one of the lower steps. The crowd responded with more loud cheering. Apparently very big fans of both the eldest Stark sons. But this one's mine! She caught Marg's eye and they both leaned up and gave each their man a kiss on the cheek. And I just made my public announcement. She couldn't help grinning at the crowd's euphoric reaction to the two pairs. Jon placed a hand on her lower back, kissed her temple and waved at the crowd again. And I'm his!

——————————

Another way the newly-weds had decided to break tradition was by not having a big wedding feast. Instead they wanted to share the celebrations with the public so a few days up to the wedding there had been various events throughout Westeros. Concerts, funfairs, open-air theatre plays etc. all for free, and would continue for a few more days. On their wedding day itself there would be free, public feasts in as many cities, towns and villages as they'd been able to coordinate with the local Lords and Mayors. For their wedding gifts they'd requested donations to charities for the sick, old, poor, refugees, orphans, and animals. They didn't want anything for themselves. Already charity organisations were reporting a spike in donations. They couldn't quite avoid a reception though for the most important on the 'who's who'-list in Westeros. So a gathering of approx a hundred had been invited to a light meal at the hospital - the usual floor used for any kind of festivities.

At the reception the newly-weds, bridesmaids and groomsmen had all changed to different dresses and suits. She had chosen a knee-length, shoulder-less dress of purple lace matching the colour of her eyes. From the way the other girls had looked at her when they saw her she knew Jon would not be unaffected. Just as I planned. The problem was that when she saw him she was equally affected. He had changed to black dress trousers, white shirt, purple bowtie, purple velvet waistcoat and purple velvet jacket. What in the hells? Are we unconsciously colour coordinating? Look at him! So confident, so handsome in that casual laidback Jon-way!

As he was walking up to her, smiling that special smile she had learned was just for her, his eye caught something behind her and his steps halted for a second. He tensed up but tried to hide it. What do you see, my love? Everyone else had already been seated. Only ones missing were her and Jon, and Marg and Robb. She turned her head but didn't see anyone or anything out of the ordinary.

"What's she doing here?" He growled in her ear. Haven't heard that tone since the day Ned told him the truth.

"Who, my love?"

"The woman in red." Still growling. Wolf mode is in progress.

"That's Ambassador Melisandre."

He glared at the red woman. "Ambassador?"

"For the Free Cities."

He snorted. "Of course she is." He lowered his head, squeezed his eyes shut, jaws and fists clenched hard before he took a slow deep breath.

"..Jon...it's ok if you're not ready. I'll just tell them you're—"

"—no!" Another breathe to try to steel himself. "Let's just do this. I'll be ok." You hope!

"Jon, don't do this to yourself, please. It's alright. I promise." She held his face in her hands, gently, but forcing him to look at her.

He sighed. "I know, I just..," he sighed again. I can't bare to see all that pain back in our eyes. "I can't go through life doing only what feels easy, can I? I'm going to meet people from my past that...." He ran a hand down over his face. "I have to do this, Dany." No you don't but you're not willing to listen right now.

She nodded, gave him a slow deep kiss trying to convey her support and love for him.

They sat at a round table. She was sat between Loras and Jon who sat between her and her mom. Good strategic decision, Marg. Next to Loras, President Olenna was seated, then Robb, Marg, Ned, Cat, Tyrion, Ambassador Melisandre, DA Oberyn Martell, her mom, and then Jon. Dinner was going well despite Jon being tense and quiet, only giving short curt answers. She had noticed the worried looks from the Starks - and her mom. She'd done her best to downplay it all with a few looks of her own and a light shaking of her head. Difficult to point at someone without anyone noticing while sitting at a round table.

Everything was fine until President Olenna mentioned that the Gold Cloaks had found and brought in a Greyjoy to the hospital, currently still in the ICU.

"Theon?" Jon's head snapped up. Who's he to you, darling? You look hurt and yet there's a sliver of hope in your voice.

"We believe so but Commander Selmy's team haven't been able to reach any relatives yet."

"No don't! Please don't do that!"

"Would you not want him to be reunited with his family like you have been with yours, Lord Dayne? Thought you were raised a good God-fearing man like your father, Lord Stark over here?" Oh for fuck's sake woman why couldn't you keep devious mouth shut?!

Jon's head turned towards the Ambassador so fast she feared it might've snapped off his neck.

"Let's get one thing clear, Ambassador, I tolerate your presence and only sit at the same table as you out of courtesy. Maybe others here don't know or don't care, but I know what you really are. I remember what you did!" The last line was said with a growl. She couldn't see his entire face clearly but she was sure his wolf fangs were showing. Everyone at the table was silent. Luckily there was chatter in the background from the other tables. Thanks the Gods he's managing to control himself. Somewhat at least.

He took a deep breath before continuing through clenched teeth. "Secondly, God-fearing? God-FEARING? Hmm? Is that what they want? The Gods? For me, for us to fear them?" He snorted and shook his head in disbelief. "The Lord of Light wants his enemies burned, the Drowned God wants them drowned, the Black Goat requires a daily blood sacrifice and the Many-Faced God is basically Death himself. Tell me priestess, why are all Gods such vicious cunts?! Where's the God of Tits & Wine?"

"To the God of Tits & Wine!!!" Tyrion and Oberyn cheered in unison then shared a look of surprise? Gratitude? Those two are a perfect match for each other! Thank you for trying to break the tension gentlemen, but afraid you're much too late.

Ned sent her an anxious look. He knew how badly this could go if they didn't manage to stop Jon - or if he didn't manage to reign himself in. I know, Ned, I know! I'm worried too. She didn't know what to do though. Not here. Not in this setting.

"Thirdly," Jon continued, calmly but clearly restraining himself, and with a deep growl said, "don't you ever dare try to slander my father's good name again!" He glared at her. If eyes could kill she'd be dead a thousand times over by now.

He turned back around to face President Tyrell. After another deep breathe he managed a warm and calm tone of voice when he said, "it is no secret that there is no love lost between the Greyjoys and myself. However, no human deserves to be subjected to the kind of humiliation that Theon was - that too by his own family. So please, Madam President, I beg of you do not try to contact any relatives he may have until he's awake and able to tell you himself. He deserves at least that." You have such a big and kind heart, Jon. Every time I learn something new about you I love you more.

As always the Queen of Thorns was wearing her pokerface. She had not reacted to his outburst at Ambassador Melisandre, an official representative for a very important ally for Westeros - and if offended could have severe political, economical and social consequences. Listening to Jon's plea on behalf of Theon Greyjoy the old woman simply nodded.

"Thank you." Jon turned his head slightly to look at his father. "When his doctor allows it, I'd like to come by and see him if that's ok with you, Lord Stark?" Furious, yet still remembering your manners. Well done, my love.

"Oh course, Lord Dayne. I'll let you know." Gods, I hate this formality!

Turning back to the President, Jon said, "with your leave Madam President I'd like to go catch some fresh air."

"Yes, I thought you might." Is that a smirk? She finds this amusing? "Granted, Lord Dayne."

He stood up and nodded around the table. "Madam President, Lords, Ladies, Ambassador," and then he left. Didn't dare to look at me before leaving....you promised you wouldn't hide from me, Jon...

Everyone was silent for a few seconds before Loras stood up. "I'll go check on him." He too nodded to everyone, and then just before leaving he leaned towards her and whispered, "if I'm not back in 5 mins come find us."

She just nodded. Jon where did you disappear to? Before she could think any further her thoughts were interrupted by President Olenna's loud laugh.

"Ha! Lord Stark you've neglected to tell me your eldest son has such a ferocious bite to him! I love the boy already! That was immensely entertaining!"

#jonerys modern au #jonerys fanfic #jonerys

8 notes · View notes

mysynthfetish · 4 years

Text

Um, Yeah.

Well it's damn near March already. What the hell? Where does the time go?

The whole world is in a huff about COVID-19, and here in Japan too, obviously, but people are in full-on freakout mode. First thing they did was go on a panic-buying-spree of masks, like surgical masks, you know, the ones everyone here wears when it's either flu or hay fever season. So, there's a shortage of masks now. "ONE BOX PER CUSTOMER!!" signs at the shops with any remaining stock. For me, the funniest thing is that masks do not prevent the wearer from catching a virus. The seal around the face is not perfect, so guess what, shit don't work. Unless you strap on a military grade chemical warfare motherfucker of a mask, like with the filter cans and shit? Nope. I mean, even the homepage of the WHO where you can find a coronavirus FAQ says so ("BUT THE WHO IS CONTROLLED BY THE UN AND THEY'RE SECRETLY OUT TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD SO YOU CAN'T TRUST THAT!!!!" yeah yeah yeah. Shame. On. You). But nahhhh who cares about actually using your head and thinking about how viruses spread. See, the masks work (sorta) when worn by people already infected, as they trap most of the fun stuff ejected by a sneeze or a cough. Not all of it. We can still hope for some fun to be shared among the general populace can we not? Ahhh but it's easier to be a total idiot and follow the herd mentality and panic-buy useless shit. Then there was the fiasco with the cruise ship and not letting passengers disembark, and then it turns out a number were let off without having to go through screening, but the Chinese are still being confined to quarters blah blah blah. Jeeezus Fucking Christ EVERYTHING is made in China anyway, from rubber dog shit to the (probably) fake ICs in your military hardware to your beloved smartphones and related devices, shit, even the incessant machine-diarrhea geyser of clone synths too, so what the hell is the big deal about a potentially pandemic-level megavirus every few years? Chinavirus. Next in the ongoing series. Personally, I don't really care where the viruses originate, and to tell the truth, I get a warm feeling inside when people lose their shit over stuff like this, and even warmer when the death toll rises and rises. Can't think of a better species to get a good culling than the old homo sapiens. Heh. Mister Misanthrope at your service! But anyway.....

Found this ancient beast sitting forgotten and forlorn in a closet at work. It's a Luxman 38FD "High Fidelity Stereo Integrated Amplifier" made around 1970 (like me!). It is in near fucking mint condition. HEAVY. AS. FUCK. And the winningest part of the whole thing besides it being destined for the Big Garbage pile and as a result free for the taking? IT WORKS. Oh, and even better...

IT'S A VACUUM TUBE AMP!!! Those are the main tubes, 50CA10, pretty much but not totally unobtanium. Yeah, they fucking glow a warm orangey red, and after a bit you can see blue vapor inside. Well, if you turn off all the lights and take the top cover off. It runs hot as fuck too. I was just shocked the thing worked. It's sitting comfortably atop the desk in the lair, where you'd normally park a printer, with a pair of Yamaha NS-100X speakers on risers above it. Sounds great. There's considerably more noise (hiss?) than a modern amp, but with the volume knob raised to about 10 o'clock, it's already loud enough that the hiss isn't even a consideration anymore, and any louder would be asking for trouble with the neighbors. I can't believe it because the amp is supposed to be a mere 30 watts per channel. I guess 30 watts from vacuum tubes is a hell of a lot different from even triple that from a modern amp. LOUD!!! So yay me.

Oh and speaking of viruses....

I was watching this one on the auction for about a month and a half. The opening bid started out at around $1700 but nobody bid, and the auction ended, and one option here on the yahoo auction is for an automatic re-listing with the opening bid discounted by a certain percent. I watched for a while, then just when I'd forgotten about it, it came up in the look-at-me feed and the price was down to a grand so I bid on it and won. I had one of these before and regretted selling it, thus the TI Polar in my arsenal now, but the 61-key TI has THE BEST keys ever. Feels so good to play. Fatar! I thought yeah ok I'll just say see ya to the Polar and call it even. But... Hmm... Wait... One thing led to another and in the end I decided to keep both the viruses and... and...... and...... sell the ION. Say WHAT?!?! After all the work and repairs and maintenance and customizing LEDs and and and and.... Yeah. It's a hell of a synth, no doubt about it, but I think anything with the Alesis logo on it has a very definite shelf-life. The pots are gonna go, a few are acting up already, and those are unobtanium unless you wanna shell out the dosh and buy from syntaur. You can't get NOS pots either. So... After some serious deep-thinking and careful consideration and deliberation I had to say to myself, "self, it's a wonderful machine capable of some great sounds, but it's only 8-voice polyphonic, there are barely any effects to mention, ok sure the mod matrix and plethora of filter models and waveshaping are fantastic, but you know how ridiculously MORE powerful the Virus TI is almost every respect!" And I admitted defeat. To myself. Weird, I know. But there you go. I don't think I know anyone with two Virus TI (or TI2) synths in their collection. Maybe Anthony Rother. I know he has two IONs.

Ahhhh but this 61-key virus wasn't without problems. Uh, well, OK one BIG problem. The power supply shat itself when I turned it on for the first time. The LCD sorta flashed, there was a brief sign of life with some of the LEDs, but then blip! Nothing. Aaaaargh! Unseat the power cable, reseat it, try again. Nothing, just a high-pitched whine that was getting louder. I put my head up against the front panel, listening for where the whine was coming from, and figured out it was the far right side. That's where the PSU is. Then suddenly the sound changed to a higher pitch that swept downwards over the course of a few seconds, all the while sputtering like it had a downward sawtooth filter on it, then POP! No more sound. When I opened the case up, I immediately remembered that for whatever reason, Access decided to go with a PSU like you'd use with a laptop computer, the big brick-like deals, and that they'd carefully bracketed the brick in so that the eyeglass-socket for the plug lined up with the hole in the rear panel. OK so all I needed to do was find a same-rating PSU and then go about modding the bracket so cosmetically it would look from-the-factory. Incidentally, I contacted Access and asked about parts, but the rep said they don't have any more PSUs for the TI series, only ones for the TI2 series, and that they aren't the same size so when they do the repair, they put a DC jack on the rear panel and the PSU gets left out—goes from internal to external if you catch my drift. Well, no thank you, I do not care for that approach, no sir, I didn't wanna go that route at all. So, thanks to having access to a drill press and diamond-saw dremel tools at work, I made the necessary mods to the bracket, padded it a bit so it would securely hold the new PSU in place, and in the end you can't tell it isn't a factory PSU (from the outside). Yay me, part two.

This is the bracket, post choppy-grindy. Yeah so I "secured" the cabling with Scotch 33+... Hey, from the factory it was held down with hot glue!

Yeah that's where it attached to the PCB. CHEEKY!!!!!!!

Not bad, right? You'd never know. But I've told you, so now you know. Oh and the PSU was $22 from a local parts chain (Marutsu). I think Access wants about $50 but I think that includes free shipping anywhere in the world. I'm just glad it's working fine now.

Other goings on... I've sold the Timeline and Space pedals, and used part of the proceeds to pick up a Sony DPS-D7 delay and a DPS-R7 reverb to use in their place. But the D7 had a wonky input knob that actually broke off in my fucking hand the second time I went to use it. That pot is super unobtanium, so I thought I'd just epoxy the broke-off-bit and not worry about separately controlling the input levels for the L and R channels (does anyone even DO that?)... Here's the pot.

Even after it was epoxied back together, it was fucking bent as fuck. Red line shows the angle, blue arrow shows where the epoxy ghetto fix went down. I saw another D7 listed as-is for $10 and nobody bid so I won it, and I had intended to just cannibalize the pot, but it turns out that it has a newer OS and it works fucking fine, so that was kind of a head-scratcher. People are weird. This delay is stupid deep. There's a multi-tap algorithm that has like 40 separately programmable taps, each with its own level, pan, feedback, and all that. The reverb (R7) is just as insane with parameters... Dudes, and dudettes, seriously, you need some deep-sea rated scuba gear to really get to grips with these Sony DPS motherfuckers. DEEEEEEEEEEEP AS FUCK. I've owned these before too. Had the F7 Filter too. That thing had a 40-band vocoder and a multi-part digital drum synth in it!? Man I think the engineers at Sony had access to some GOOD drugs back when they were working on this line of effects processors. Seriously. I mean, I love programming, but even I was intimidated by the sheer amount of programmability in these things. The ones I had before were a bit noisy, but these aren't at all. Strange. Fun shit though. Oh and there's this:

Ah fuck, looks a bit out of focus. That right there is a TOA DE-1000 delay. Rare as shit, and this one is in NEW condition. Insane! I've had this one on my radar for a while. Why? Because it's fucking WEIRD!!!! So the max delay time is 255ms or something really not that long at all, but you've got three to control: Left, Center and Right. Individual times (LEDs) and levels (white sliders), plus global wet/dry and feedback, AND modulation time and depth sliders. SLIDERS!!?? Ok it only has four memory slots, and no MIDI, but you can get up to some good mischief with this thing. Last two goodies to blab about:

Top: SONICWARE ELZ_1. What a weirdo synth. I heard that it's a raspberry pi under the hood but really? Who cares. It can do some off the wall shit. A handful of wacky synth engines, topped off by four effects processors at the end. And it has a speaker. My only complaint is no DIN MIDI, just USB and you have to buy a class compliant dealie. I suppose I should do so before I forget. Sounds pretty damn good though, and it does things that I've not heard other synths do. Built well. Fun to play and fun to program. Runs on batteries. Worth looking into. I was so impressed with this that I backed their next project (a groove box type thing it seems). Bottom: KORG AM8000R. This fucker does some WEIRD SHIT! I had one before (and its delay counterpart, the DL8000R) and for whatever reason didn't hold on to them. I think I was looking for more bread and butter, set it and forget it type effects. This was really cheap and it's in great shape. I don't think so many people know about these. Relatively easy to program, and you can get some really good, usable stuff as well as some super far out WTF stuff. The WARP! knob is good fun too.

Oh I suppose it's worth mentioning that I had an album released by Anti Gravity Device out of Tokyo a few weeks ago. Let's see if I can find a link...

https://anti-gravity-device.bandcamp.com/album/black-rainbows-agd036

Have a listen. It's stuff I recorded from about November through December last year, maybe even the first week of January this year. Live jam format, no master sequencer, wish I was an octopus because two arms and ten fingers just wasn't enough type stuff. All hardware. Fun!

So, my invisible tumblrpeeps, it's been a busy 2020 so far here. More things in the works. Keep your eyes peeled. Stay well. Watch out for number one, and don't step in number two. (thanks, Carlin!)

#fucktrump #synth DIY #Virus TI #Luxman #38FD #50CA10 #DPS-D7 #DPS-R7 #TOA DE-1000 #sonicware #elz_1 #KORG AM8000R #wackolooniness #asshattery

0 notes

punkscowardschampions · 5 years

Text

Janis & Grace

Janis: Is the baby still at ours? Janis: Iggy just told me Janis: What's going on Grace: They came and got her not long ago Grace: It's wild! Grace: How much did Iggy even tell you, like omg?! Janis: You know, he's Mr. CCC about fucking everything Janis: if any of the rest of yous had said something, I'd have thought you was taking the piss Janis: Is she even allowed to do this? Janis: Last I heard was Rio wants the baby back and Junie don't want it Janis: Ma just standing there holding it like umm 😂 Grace: Exactly why I let him do the honors Grace: Obvs! The baby came out of her she can do what she wants Janis: I dunna, surely Demi gets a say Janis: This is fuuuuucked, man Grace: Duh! He's still her dad Grace: They'll have to share Grace: Awkward Janis: Literally, how is that gonna work Janis: if Junie's dumping him Janis: Fucking hell, do we still have to have him over for family functions Grace: Idek Grace: Doubt it. Buster doesn't parade his exes around at them Grace: It'll be like that, I guess Janis: 🙄 Janis: As if they weren't becoming enough of a who's who of has beens Janis: Dying Janis: Why did they think this was a good idea, again? Grace: I'm like, did they even? Junie obvs didn't Grace: Ugh Grace: Only this family omg Janis: Well that's a whole 'nother situation Janis: he's JUST had his 22nd, literally yesterday Janis: and it's his first boyfriend Janis: Yeah, time to go get a baby and a ring Janis: Ma and Pa got 'em fucked up Grace: So true Grace: It's cringe that that's ancient by ma's standards, babes Grace: And that this fam can't go a year without bringing the drama Grace: Remind me of all this if I ever ask you to have a baby for me Janis: Literally bitch, we was cooking by then Janis: she's insane, not a role model, like Janis: Ha, you'd never Janis: Could turn out like me Janis: You'd die Grace: omg ew Grace: let's cancel that idea forever Grace: by the time I get a new man you'll have 4 with barista boy anyways obvs Grace: no room in the oven, honey Janis: Planning on taking forever, are ya? Janis: 🤢 Leave off Grace: Yeah. Single and loving it, thank you, bitch Grace: You're gonna make loads of cute babies with him and you know it Janis: Good, 'cos how embarrassing to have your baby drama overshadowed by Ri's like Janis: Can't have that Janis: Nu-uh, count me on team Junie, for the first time in probably ever, like Grace: Sure Jan Grace: I'll believe that when I see it Grace: 😂 Janis: See the lack of babies dropping out me, like Grace: I'll see you pushing a twin pram Grace: 💕 Janis: Oh no Janis: Can you imagine Janis: War flashbacks Janis: Not again Grace: I thought Ri was gonna have twins Grace: Double the drama Janis: Could take one each and bounce, tho Janis: Be helpful now Grace: OMG Grace: One randomly has a american accent too Grace: Amazing Janis: Demi would love it Janis: The theatrics Janis: He can't even deny it Grace: I wonder if he'll still go to Paris Janis: I would Janis: What's he going to do here? Janis: God I hope so, can't deal with the moping and shit Grace: Um, be a dad like he was so desperate too, I'd hope Janis: Yeah how bad he gonna want that now he can't have his designer gaybie Grace: He still has her though Grace: Rio isn't going to stop him seeing her or anything Janis: It ain't the same though, is it Janis: Not the dream he was buying into Grace: Duh, but if he wants Venus as badly as he said he did then he'll have to cope Janis: Nah Janis: don't reckon it was about her Janis: All about the lifestyle Janis: like a small dog in a designer handbag, init Grace: How rude Grace: I hope you're wrong Grace: Poor baby Janis: Meh, she'll be looked after Janis: Jay's better without her Ma Grace: But Demi isn't as bad as that, is he? Grace: For real like Janis: I don't know Janis: Never really talked to him tbh Janis: He's annoying Grace: He is A LOT Grace: And that's from me Janis: 😂 Janis: Such a good match with Junie, like Janis: fuck's sake, boy Grace: Opposites might attract but they never stick Grace: Has he never read a magazine, god Grace: Obvs not Janis: Cosmo ain't really his speed, babe Janis: Shoulda clued him in Grace: Yeah right! I didn't want to tell you all of this in case you didn't believe, imagine the vibe if I tried to school him on his love life Grace: And with my past boyfriends Grace: ugh Janis: Fair, and if I showed up and heard a screaming brat, I'd be straight back out the door, like Janis: Yeah, but he's even more clueless than you, like 😜 Grace: Liar, you love being a sister-in-law to your bae's sibs Grace: And she's such a cutie 😍 Grace: Excuse you! You better mean I've got the film aesthetic down, bitch Grace: I'm woke Janis: They don't cry, much Janis: and can both wipe their own arses Janis: I can deal with that, like Janis: Sure, sure 😂 just saying, did he need such a rude awakening? couldn't just realise he weren't the one before dragging a kid into it Grace: Where's the lie, girl? Grace: Had that scare myself though, so can't shade too hard Grace: Even though I am 😈 Janis: Boys Janis: So clueless, so stupid Janis: Not that Rio comes out looking much better but Janis: Hopefully we can get out of this without having to involve the law or the social 🤞 lads Grace: Literally! I'm not trying to go on a chatshow with this weave Grace: Trackies are more your vibe Janis: Gonna ask why, but now I get it Janis: Scared I'll snatch it live on air Grace: That or kick off and kick out at me in last season's nike air Grace: So shaming babe Janis: Fuck off 😂 Janis: whatever I'm wearing cost twice as much as your overpriced topshop garbage Grace: Hence I'm not showing myself up like on air Grace: Catch me in labels or leave me out Janis: Unless you wanna fuck Nance Janis: the rich cousins are claimed Grace: EWW Grace: There are enough websites advertising sugar daddies if I can't pay my own bills Grace: no need to go gay or keep it in the family thanks Janis: I dunna, sounds like you wanna fill Ri's stripper shoes to me Janis: Take her place 'til she works of the baby weight Janis: No one would notice Grace: Girl you better stop! I don't have the body for that Grace: Even with baby weight she'd earn more in tips like Janis: Yeah, you're so butterz like Janis: its alright, pixels hide many sins Janis: and they've gotta be at least a little short-sighted with all the wanking they do Grace: OMG shut up Grace: So gross Grace: Like I haven't had enough online drama to fill a life Janis: I mean, was thinking it was quite the #brand switch-up but Janis: gotta get that viewer engagement baby Grace: 🙄 Janis: Please tell me Rio's gonna change its name tho Grace: What would she even choose tho? Grace: it's not that bad Grace: Heard more cringey ones Janis: Its awful Janis: Full on stripper name Janis: least give the kid a choice about it, like, eurgh Grace: What are you gonna name all your barista boy babies? I'm dying to know Grace: And judge Janis: Please Janis: I told you, not happening, so I ain't thought about it, have I? 🙄 Grace: 😂 Grace: You so have Janis: Bitch no Janis: You were always in to knocking poor Barbie and co up Janis: not me, bitch shoulda kept living lavish Grace: You can do both Grace: Get with the times, babes Janis: Bullshit Janis: That's a lie yummy mummy's say to feel better about the fakeness of their labels, trust Grace: Mum did okay, hardly living in a cardboard palace, are we? Grace: And she had loads, I'm not thinking you'll go that hard Janis: Imagine how mint you'd have it as an only child though Janis: or if she had none Grace: Believe me I have Janis: Unlucky Janis: even if you were riding solo you're still #7 Grace: Lucky 7 😇 Janis: If that makes you feel better, babe 😂 Grace: How soon do you think we're gonna all have to roll out and see the baby? Grace: It's gonna be soooooooooooo awkward Janis: Hopefully we'll just smooth over it like we do everything, eh Grace: Gonna have to take back all my yay gay & I love my two daddies gifts Janis: Good Janis: Vom inducing much Grace: Demi would've gushed and you know it Janis: Didn't take much Janis: #loose Grace: You're so savage about him Grace: You didn't even know him you said Janis: He was a prick, didn't need to look hard, or listen, to see it Grace: 🙄 Janis: If he was a top bloke Janis: Wouldn't have made Junie have a kid with him Grace: But you didn't know that's what he was doing, don't lie that hard, babe Janis: Yeah, I ain't saying that Janis: He's just an annoying cunt, standard Janis: but now we see the whole truth of it Grace: That boiling hot tea Janis: Just glad its another one off the Christmas card list Grace: Ugh true, can't treat myself and all of you Grace: Poor Junior though, his birthday is trash now Janis: Dunna why you bother, we're still young enough to not get side eye over it Janis: I got it fuck all, like Janis: Yeah, bad timing, worse luck forreal Grace: He should be loving life with uni over Grace: So tragic Grace: 💔 Janis: Is he ever loving life Janis: Let's be real Grace: Ouch Grace: You've got a point though Janis: The facade is gone now though Janis: He'll have to deal with his shit like the rest of us Grace: mhm Grace: 👏 Janis: This fucking family Grace: Your bf has it worse tho, his dad is a proper headcase, right? Janis: Yeah, he's a right cunt Grace: Seems like it from the little one's vibe Grace: He doesn't like you still either, how rude Grace: never gonna let you 💍 in Janis: Yeah, you know your a right tosser when even kids don't fuck with you Janis: Idc, I'm unlikeable Grace: 😂 Thanks for letting me off saying it Grace: You lovebirds need your own place Janis: 🖕 Janis: Working on it Janis: May as well wait to see where we go for college tho Grace: Yeah Grace: If he gonna do photography? He's really gifted at the snaps Janis: Yeah Grace: Make sure he doesn't forget my clout Grace: Or willingness as a subject Janis: 😏 Janis: how could he forget Grace: SHUT UP Grace: you know what I'm saying, bitch! Janis: 👌 Janis: got it, calling all men in need of muses, like Grace: 🙄 Grace: You doing a night walk with your dog squad later? Janis: Yeah, why, you scouting for 🐶 talent? Grace: I'm just asking if I can come with or is 3 humans a crowd 💘 Grace: The gym was such a non-event today 😭 Janis: You can come with Janis: No doubt Jim will think I'm bullshitting so you can fill him in on this ridiculousness Grace: yay Grace: he might not believe this face either even though it's one of a 😇 obvs Janis: Overcome with a pressing need to take your photo, we get it, bitch 😜 Grace: 😂 Grace: Not hard to compete with your resting bitch face, babes Janis: Please Grace: And I don't need to hear how much he loves your O face before you go there, thanks Grace: TMI with the 🏩 antics Janis: You're the one who brought it up, babe Janis: 🤷 kinda sounds like you want the goss Grace: Please Grace: I just know how nasty you are Janis: Now you just sound jealous 😂 Grace: I said I love being single not that I love not getting any Grace: Excuse me Janis: 😬🤢 Janis: definitely did NOT ask Janis: gross Grace: You can cope Janis: Hmm Janis: Barely Grace: Pablo's literally tripped over you and your boy sooo many times Grace: but I'm the gross one, okay sure Janis: Maybe he's the gross one then Janis: Clearly doing it on purpose, weirdo Grace: Or maybe you are Grace: Exhibitionist Janis: Yeah, well want you lot to see Janis: Nutter 🙄 Janis: all up in my business 24/7 you gon' see some things Grace: 🙄

0 notes