#you can imagine it as america x someone else tho
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I think I know why i loves this blog (and you, of course!) So much. My parents was separated when I was just a baby and I lived with my mom ever since, and that mean I lack love with my father. We still connected, because he DOES love me, they divorced because back then apparently my father was a playboy and my mom, being young and all, didn't like it and they keep arguing about it (lol).
Also I've been craving to have older brother ever since I was a kid, so when I first got exposed with Germancest from hetalia I was like,.. very fond of it.
And so began my journey exploring incest porn (this all happen when I was just 3rd grade istg😭) and I found comfort from Prussia being used as a cum dump by his brother Germany. I love seeing the character just receiving everything open handedly and let the seme do all the shit for him.
And whenever there was a handsome anime character i like, I always imagine being their little sister. I'm just that desperate, and I know I can't have an older sibling because I'm literally the first child.
It was then during the end of my high school year I started liking dilf. Everytime I saw a daddy material character i wanted to be his daughter. Wouldn't it be so good to have such kind and wealthy daddy?.
But when I met my father later on, i kinda feel embarrassed and bad, because how the fuck I can like someone (FICTIONAL) who are the same age as my own father?. I always feeling guilty about it but I cannot stop either, i already swim so deep into it.
But then I found your blog!, And when you explaining all these kinks are just for coping and not for real life, it made me realize.
Right, i like it because it is FICTIONAL. I like to IMAGINE being non conned by a character i like in my MIND, but NOT REAL LIFE. I like incest and dilf because I lack love and care from older man, so I cope with it by liking a character from anime or games. And it DOES help me a lot. There's time where I failed my class and need to redoing it again next year, and if it were not for these kinks and fictional men I would have killed myself back then.
Maybe that's also why i enjoy making something like, dad!(character) x child!reader, because it gives me a sense of comfort I never had. Also also, I actually not that good with kids in real life, but fictionally, i wanted to have many kids as possible with my men lol.
Thank you Lena for opening my eyes👁️👄👁️I love you!
In addition for my earlier' ask, i found out I like passive and submissive type of darling when I read 'x reader'. Idk but I find it to be so cute??, Because In all honestly as someone who are craving for love so bad, if there's someone who loves me I will give my all to love him back.
Maybe this is why I like yandere guy, because he will only love me and no one else (wait this sound like I'm a yandere too, lmaoo)
That's why when I read x reader fics and the darling being very piece of shit especially if the yandere was actually a soft Yan like Zhongli, I always like, 'nooo he loves you and soft with you, i know what he's doing is bad but he didn't hurt you that bad right :(( '
Basically i don't really like aggressive type of darling, that's one thing i always avoid when reading fics, but other than that I always down for everything, ehe <3.
(exception for Yans like Xiao, that boy kinda deserve to be treated like a shit accordingly due to his behavior)
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NOT THE XIAO SLANDER lol you’re right tho
HETALIA WAS MY EXPOSURE TO INCEST SHIPPING TOO OMG. I used to ship America with everyone so I liked AmeCan in addition to USUK and AmeBel lol.
But yes I think a lot of people go through a “shame phase” when it comes to this sort of thing, I definitely did, spent years feeling like there was something wrong with me.
Also don’t feel bad about having to redo classes or anything like that -- there’s a huge pressure to do things perfectly but no one can do things perfectly, it’s perfectly normal to repeat classes, I think there’s a lot of people who don’t want to admit it so we don’t realize how common it is.
I’m also bigger on more submissive/scared darling inserts... I’m a very nonaggressive person tbh. A lot of yandere fanfiction has the darling like insulting them, hurting them and fighting super hard and I can’t relate very well 😅 I prefer a darling that like, doesn’t just lie down and accept it, but more like tries to be sneaky and work around the yan/try to escape by acting or underhanded, covert methods, bc I know that’s what I would do lol. I’d be way too scared to be super defiant, a stubborn brat sure but not extremely defiant.
But I’m so glad you were able to come to that acceptance!! It’s a great feeling to finally reach the point where you accept that there’s nothing wrong with you and just say fuck it to social stigmas against certain types of content.
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His first choice
Summary: Months after breaking up with Steve you still don’t feel better. While Bucky and your best friend try to make you leave your apartment, Sam and Natasha fight at a different front.
Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader (platonic), Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, OFC Portia
Warnings: angst, sadness, Bucky being a good bro, just like Nat and Sam, comforting, fluff, language, arguments, remorse, tears, the usual heartbreak, tooth-rotting romantic crap
A/N: Sue me for giving second chances. If not, enjoy...
Requested Sequel to: Never be your first choice
Months, it has been months since you closed the door behind Steve and sank to the floor, crying the whole night while Bucky tried to soothe you.
Along with Portia, your best friend since childhood he tried anything to make you leave your apartment for more than grocery shopping and work, but so far no plan worked out.
Today is no different. Your purse and two grocery bags in your arms you rush toward your apartment. Wanting nothing more than hiding in your apartment, your fortress.
Close to tears as your anniversary, the day you met Steve for the first time, comes closer you sniffle a few times before you open your door only to find Bucky, Portia and your cat sit on your couch, waiting for you.
“Y/N…this is an intervention…” Portia says, and you laugh as they pinned a banner with “intervention” written in different colors about your couch. “We need to tell you that we both love you first.”
“Ports…” You sigh, glancing at Bucky who crosses his arms over his chest. “I know you want me to go out and meet other people, but not this week…”
“I know your anniversary gets closer, one more reason to go out and forget about Steve and the shit he pulled.” Portia exhales as Bucky tries to stop her.
“Doll, we are worried. Is all.” Bucky shrugs, getting up to carry your groceries into the kitchen. “I know you suffer, but you can’t hide in these four walls for the rest of your life.”
“I bet Steve already moved on…” Portia blurs out and you flinch, sniffling as you thought the same.
“Portia! That’s not true.” Bucky gasps, knowing you forbid him to mention Steve or anything according to him. “Rules…”
“I know…I know. Just look at what he did to my friend. I hate him for hurting her like that…” Pointing at you she shakes her head. “We need to make her see he was a worthless bastard.”
“STOP!” Panting you ball your hands into fists.
“I know you mean well, and you only see my side of the story, but Steve is not worthless, nor a bastard. He didn’t treat me the way he should, maybe he tried to love me his way, but Peggy’s shadow…” Sobbing you clear your throat. “This doesn’t make him a bad person. Steve is still a hero, a good man and would die for any person out there.”
Bucky gives you a quick smile as hope blooms in his chest. For months he stayed by your side, hoping you still love his best friend.
The whole time Bucky tried to make his friend see he needs to show you his love.
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Steve thought to lose Peggy hit him hard and that he will never get over her loss. He thought he would never feel worse pain than that very moment – he was wrong.
Losing you burned a deep, dark hole into his chest. The place where his heart used to be is an empty place, rotten and unused for months. Every time he looks around his apartment he finds something reminding him of you, the love he let slip through his fingers.
Steve wishes he could blame someone else, but the truth is you were right. He never showed you how much you mean to him. He treated you like he took you for granted.
Since he met you that rainy day in Brooklyn, helping an elderly lady find her house, you were always around.
Now his life is empty, and he doesn’t know how to fill the void in his heart. The only thing he’s able to concentrate on is missions. So, Steve runs from mission to mission, chooses every fight over being alone in his cold apartment.
“Steve, you should let Dr. Cho check on you.” Leaning against the doorframe Sam hates seeing his friend like this. “Just…”
“I’m fine…” Jaw tense, hair a mess Steve looks around his apartment once again. He found all you left behind and placed it onto his nightstand to have it close to his bed. Eyes tired, just like his mind Steve refuses to look at his friend.
“You are far from being fine, bro. Just look at what you did! All things she left are placed all over your nightstand. You didn’t change the sheets since she left only to still smell her. Dude, go and talk to Y/N. She’s a good person and loves you…” Sam tries to reason with his friend but Steve scoffs.
“I think Bucky and she are a thing by now. He spends most of his free time with her and even picks her up from work.” Gasping Steve realizes he just admitted he followed you for months.
A smug grin on his lips Sam nods, pushing off the door frame to walk into the room. “Steve, I can tell for sure Bucky is not with your girl. He’s rather interested in her best friend. Get your act together and talk to your girl. If you found the time to stalk Y/N you will find the time to talk to her like a grown man.”
“She’s not my girl any longer. I treated her like she’s not the most important person to me. I should’ve told her how much I love her, but I thought there’s still time. Now I lost her…” Hiding his face in the palms of his hands Steve sniffles silently.
Sam is awkwardly glancing at his friend, not knowing how to react. Men do not hug other men or talk like women about emotions. Despite being a 21st-century man Sam is nervous to talk about feelings with his friend.
While Sam stands in the room, just staring at Steve, Natasha walks into the room, cursing as she can see your stuff on the nightstand.
“Do you have an idea what day is today, Rogers?” Steve’s head snaps upward and he pants heavily. “Do you?”
“The day we met for the first time.” Smiling at the memory Steve forgets about his heartbreak for a moment. “She was guiding an elderly lady, handing her the broken pink umbrella she always carries in her purse while she got wet. I just watched her helping the woman open her door before she said her goodbyes.”
“Exactly, Steve. What are you going to do about that, Rogers? Sit here, grieve and sniff at the sheets you should’ve changed months ago, or will you go out there, buy flowers and beg that girl to take your stupid ass back?” Natasha purses her lips as Steve drifts back to the memory.
“Y/N wasn’t looking where she was going and bumped into my chest. Squealing before she apologized repeatedly. I told her it’s alright, that she only stepped on my foot, but she insisted on buying me a coffee, not even recognizing I’m Captain America. I brought her home later and she was sweet, quiet and I just…”
Steve smiles as he touches his lips. “I kissed her, and she let me. I was sure she’s the one back then…”
“Get your ass into the shower and shave…” Natasha warns but Steve keeps on telling her about you. “Jesus, Steve I have to be painfully honest then…you reek! Go in there and wash your stinking ass! We are done watching you grovel for months.”
“I messed up, Natasha…so badly. Scared to get in too deep, just like with Peggy, I pushed her away and now…” Shrugging Steve stands helpless in his bedroom, glancing at your few belongings. “She’s gone for good. I can’t blame her, tho…”
“Last warning. If you do not move your ass over to her apartment, I’ll kick your balls.” Sam laughs at Natasha’s comment, but Steve finally walks toward the bathroom to have a shower.
“I need to try…right?” Steve clears his throat, glancing at Natasha as his friend’s nod. “Even if she sends me away…”
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“Portia didn’t mean to hurt you.” Bucky tries, knowing you fought with your friend.
“I told her after what she said about Steve I need a few days without her. I know she meant well but he’s still the man I love, idiot or not.” Giving Bucky a cracked smile you get up to grab your purse.
“Where do you want to go, doll?”
“I promised Mrs. Grant to check on Daisy while she’s gone.” Glancing out of the window you see it’s raining. Just like that day…
Making your way toward Mrs. Grant's house you sniffle as your pink umbrella reminds you of your first meeting with Steve. He was so different back then. Steve was the one cupping your face to kiss you outside your apartment complex in the middle of a thunderstorm.
You still remember his lips on yours and the way he smiled at you after breaking the kiss. He invited you for dinner and you agreed without thinking twice. Not as he was Captain America, no, as he was the first man making your heart flutter since you lost your first love.
“That’s one shitty weather for sure, Daisy…” Picking the freezing cat up you give her an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I’m late Daisy furball. I had to talk to a friend first. Not only you had a shitty day…”
“Y/N…” Your name on his tongue makes you gasp. For a moment you believe it was your imagination, but you turn around to meet sad blue eyes. “Please…”
“Steve…” Dropping the umbrella you press Mrs. Grant's cat to your chest, not knowing how to react to Steve standing right in front of you.
His hair is longer, even darker. He grew a thick beard but he’s still your Steve. The one taking your breath away, the one breaking your heart. “You shouldn’t be here…”
“I shouldn’t…” His voice is hoarse, sad as he steps closer, showing you a bouquet of red roses. “I didn’t forget our anniversary, Y/N. I…” Kneeling he moves his arms around your smaller frame, sniffling against you.
“Steve…you should go…”
“I can’t…please…” Desperately holding onto you Steve clears his throat, shuddering as the rain pours mercilessly down on you.
“I can’t be without you. I haven’t changed the sheets to smell you at night. I can’t eat, sleep or think about anything but you. I need you like oxygen and I know I don’t deserve it but please…take me back.” Now he looks up at you while the rain runs down his face – or are these tears?
“You broke my heart, Steve. How could I take a man back not…?” He up in no time, shaking his head furiously.
“I love you…please. I know it might be too late or you think I’m lying but I swear I loved you the moment I met you right here, in the rain.” Freezing you glance up at Steve, not wanting to let him break you even more but the way he looks at you makes your knees wobble.
“Steve…”
His lips are on yours and you feel like back then as he kissed you for the first time. Daisy protests as Steve is pressing her between you and his body but you can’t let him let go of you now.
“I love you, Y/N. I swear you will always be my first choice from now on. I can’t lose you, I’ll do anything…please…” Your body reacts to his touch and you want to run away…so bad, but he holds you in his arms as the rain soaks your clothes.
“How can I know I will be your first choice? How shall I know you don’t still hang the biggest part of your heart on Peggy?” Your voice is trembling as Steve cradles your face, choking at his words as he can see your red and puffy eyes.
“You make me feel as though I am enough. I don’t need to be a hero, strong or perfect when I’m with you. Please say you don’t leave me.” Hands trembling you touch his face, not knowing what to say you just stare up at him. “My heart is only yours, all of me is yours…if you want me…”
“I want you, Steve. I always wanted you but is that enough…?”
“Punk, doll, I hate to disturb you, but people start staring, one even wanted to call the cops. Get into the apartment and let me check on the poor cat, guys.” Bucky chuckles as you gasp, just now you look around to see people staring at you and Steve.
Daisy fights her way out of your grip, running toward Bucky who picks the wet cat up. Steve doesn’t care about people, all he can see is you and the confusion all over your face.
His hands grip your waist to pick you up. Legs around his waist, hands in his soaked hair you kiss him fiercely, not caring the people around started to cheer for you.
“I guess Bucky is right…” Panting against your lips Steve nods, walking you toward your apartment as Bucky grabs your pink umbrella, shaking his head.
“The show is over, guys. Nothing to see here but two love-birds making up.” Smirking he walks toward Portia, finally finding the guts to cup her face and kiss her. “Will you go out with me?”
“I thought you’ll never ask, Barnes.” Portia laughs before she kisses Bucky back, not caring people stare at her and Bucky now…
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You made quick work of your wet clothes to have a hot shower. Steve insisted on sharing the warm water and you agreed, but only if he doesn’t try anything.
“I swear that I’ll never forget any date or do not put you first. I can’t…please…” Your hands slide over his chest, carefully touching a few red lines. “Cuts and a bullet hole…” Steve admits and you gasp.
“When did that happen, Captain? Since when are you that careless?” Scolding Steve you have a closer look at the fading wounds. “How could you let anyone hurt you…?”
“I was just…”
“Careless? Steven Grant Rogers! If you ever!” Silenced by his lips you try to mutter but you melt against him, still, you tug at his hair. “Promise me…”
“I promise to put you first and to be more careful. I got you in my life after all.” Steve waits for your reaction, searching your face as you walk out of the shower.
“We should get dry and…”
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Sleep, all you did after the shower was to curl into Steve’s side. Surrounded by his warm body you finally found the sleep you missed for months.
He, on the other hand, is still wide awake. Having you finally by his side he needs to look you all over. Memorizing your skin in the dim light, every freckle, the way your nose brushes his cheek when you turn in your sleep.
“I love you so much, Y/N…”
“Hmm…” Humming you pat Steve’s chest before burying your face into his neck. “Love you too…Rogers…” Muttering you kiss his neck and he melts into your touch. “Now shut up…”
“Yes, ma’am…” Arms wrapped tightly around your body Steve kisses your temple, pressing his lips to your skin to make sure it’s not a dream. “Now you are back in my arms you will always be my first choice…”
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Margaritas.
Pairing: first pov!reader x Chris Evans
Request by @tfandtws : Heyo! I’d like to request number 21 with chris evans from the friends prompt list. A friends to lovers kinda thing., if that’s ok. Anyway, can’t wait to read more of your work and thank you for tagging me.
🤗❤️Request by @tits-out-for-cevans : Hewwo! Can I request no.8 from the friend’s prompt list? I know it’s cliche but I just looooove the best friends turn lovers genre 😅
warnings: too many feels, hits close at home
words: 1.601
author’s note: writing is my way of copying. This one comes from the heart and it means a lot to me. I hope you will read and relate to this. I didn’t use both prompts on this part but this will be a three part story so be patient please thank you♥️
Prompts:
21. “I turned to a friend for comfort, and instead I found everything that I’ve ever been looking for my whole life.„
8. “I’m not in the friend zone„ “you’re mayor of the zone!„
I knew i shouldn’t have come to this party, Hangovers are more expensive than the drinks and the drinks are not worth the hangovers but here I am on my third glass of a fine Margarita and on my way to a very expensive hangover. The only thing that makes it worth is spending time with chris before he leaves again tomorrow but the irony is that having him around is the reason I have to drink so much. You’d think an entire year apart would kind of force me to move on from all the feelings but I guess we’d both be wrong. I mean all these years away from high school didn’t because How can you forget your first true love? The high school crush that you failed a couple exams for, the person you started wearing make-up for. hoping he’ll see you as something more than his best friend but god damn he never did. No matter where you go and what you do you will always imagine him as your Nicholas sparks Co-star, especially if he happens to be a hollywood actor you see almost everyday on your TV.
I did move on, I had closure with myself, I let go and was fine knowing that even tho He’d never be my boyfriend he was my friend and he was there for me no matter what.. but a burning tree will remain burned even if you turn off the fire, there will always be burn marks, and that’s ok, that’s what the Margarita’s are for. Of course margaritas can be dangerous too.. they can lighten the mood but they can also bring a shit storm of feelings, that’s why you should never have too many- trust me I know.
“Jeez- are you even listening to me from that Zone over there?” Seb’s voice brought all my thoughts into a halt. Truth be told, i hadn’t even realized he was next to me or even talking to me. I snapped out immediately, stopped staring at Chris and gave him my greatest ‘what-the-fuck-you’re-talking-about?’ look. “I mean the friend zone!” my look changed immediately to the angry version of the ‘what-the-fuck-you’re-talking-about?’ look.
“I am not in the friend zone!” I complained with the squeaky voice I use when I’m trying to argue but I Know I am wrong.
“You are Mayor of the zone!” I punched him in the shoulder as a response, i knew it wouldn’t really affect him since he was like ten times bigger than me but I couldn’t help myself.
“Being in the friend zone would mean that I am still in love with him-”
“which of course you are not”
“Exactly! I've moved on, It’s been years and I’m finally happy you know? I am happy for him going around Europe making his dreams come true, meeting hot girls that he clearly he can’t stop talking about with beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair, while I am here in Boston.. Taking care of 7 year old kids in school that wear shirts with Captain America and his face on them... and carrying bags and pencils and fucking hats and textbooks-- where do they even find the those annoying spinners--” I took a deep breath, calming myself and looking at sebastian with a very fake smile “I am fine! Totally fine!”
“You need a therapist-” “I need a new job” I paused looking down at my almost empty glass “and another margarita!” With that I headed to the bar to fill my glass again, I knew I just had to be patient and tomorrow he’d leave again and I’d be free of this spell. Standing there I felt a very familiar touch on my back and oh god that smell-
“She just texted me!” He said, I looked at the bartender wondering where that margarita was. “she says she’s in Vienna and that we would have fun there together- God why is she playing with me like that?”
“do I have to wait too long for that margarita?” I asked, ignoring chris’ complains. “Ma’am you’ve already had three!” “Who are you? my mum?” ok maybe I snapped, poor man was not at fault here but I needed that alcohol. I turned to Chris who wouldn’t even look away from his phone, this girl had him wrapped around her little finger and he wasn’t letting go. “She’s playing with you because you are letting her!” as if on queue the bartender finally gave me that margarita, I moved away from the bar with it and tried to make my way out to the garden alone but chris was followed behind me mumbling all the time about that girl.
“Why can’t I just have her for myself? First she’s all romantic than she says she wants to keep it an open relationship, which would be cool but is driving me crazy because I am so in love with her but she’s just doesn’t care and I keep chasing it, because that’s what you are supposed to do when you are in love right? Chase it and I am and I will keep doing it--”
“You’re not in love with her Chris!” I shouted, finally turning around to look at him. We were now on the garden of the bar, there weren’t many people there and you could only hear a little from the music playing inside the bar. Chris had finally looked up from his phone, his eyes were giving away his confusion and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop what I started “You’re addicted, there’s a difference!” I spotted a bench a little farther away and started walking towards it, chris always following behind me. After I sat down i took a long sip from my glass, making sure it’d hit me well. “You wouldn’t chase it like that if you were so in love with her, you’d just be patient!”
“That doesn’t make sense!” “It’s not supposed to make sense!” I sighed again, looking down at my glass. “and you shouldn’t break your heart over an addiction.. its not worth it.”
“Have you been listening to any of the things I’ve been telling you about her—”
“Yes i have! And All i hear is how much you love her body and her kisses and her blue eyes and how you wanna kiss her all the time and how you will blindly follow her- That’s addiction!” he really wasn’t getting it “oh god you want me to give you the obvious example? I didn’t fall in love with you because of your pretty eyes and your pretty face, I fell in love with you because you cared about me, because you were nice to me, because you were there for me! And when you made it clear that this would never happen, I backed away even if I still loved you and yes I hurt myself because of it but it was worth it because it was true love, it was pure and it taught me things... even when you found out you did everything you could to make sure you wouldn’t hurt me or make me feel awkward. You didn’t use me, you stayed my friend! That was... you... were worth breaking my heart over.” I gulped, we had promised that we would never talk about this and for the last years it actually worked but since he wouldn’t listen I had to make my point clear “and it’s not supposed to make sense, it’s not supposed to be about her body or her kisses or her sex, there’s not supposed to be one reason because if that reason is taken away than you are left with nothing. And love is supposed to be unconditional.” His eyes were piercing right through me, it was terrifying, I bit my lip as if it would give me strength to keep going “it’s supposed to be about looking at the stars and wondering if that person looks at them too, it’s reading Nicholas sparks books that don’t make sense and feeling like you just read the Bible. It’s looking in someone else’s eyes and seeing the entire universe before you, it’s butterflies in the stomach, it’s heartache but not a chase. You don’t chase who you love, you let him go.”
I hadn’t realized that I was crying until a tear fell on the margarita making it splash. “(Y/n)?” He whispered my name so softly, making me look up at him and his blue eyes.
“I’m just telling you it’s not worth it, ruining your life for her. Find something better.„ I got up and handed him my glass. Suddenly all I needed was my bed and my pillow, I just had to leave this place. “I’ll see you when you come back I guess... or you know on Monday when Harry walks in with his captain America shirt again.” He stood up, leaving the glass on the bench we were sitting.
“You’re leaving already?”
“It’s late and I’ve had to many margaritas so I’ll get an Uber and go home. Ok?”
He looked at me like he wanted to say more but like always he hid his words behind his lips and only gave me a hug. It felt safe to be in his arms, it always does. I stepped back slowly, raising my head a little to look at him one last time. The small gab between us made my heart beat like the drums but it wasn’t because I felt nervous. The way he was looking down at me was almost like he was putting a spell on me and all I could think about was stepping closer and kissing him, showing him how much I still love him but instead I just gave him one last smile before walking away. There was a time I really believed that it would work out between us like it does in all the movies but now I knew that I was only fooling myself, it’s what I do best.
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WhatsApp? Part 7. (Steve Rogers x reader)
Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you
A/N: I'm back, bitcheees.
Warnings: STEVE BEING AN EMOTIONAL SUPPORT.
Tagging: @missdictatorme, @songforhema, @mikariell95
Read the rest here: Part One Part Two Part three Part four Part five Part Six
If you like to have your readings in order :): H E R E
The Charity Evening was coming way too fast for your liking - you didn't feel ready at all and only two weeks remained. All the things were just suddenly fucking up and you just watched it happen, crumbling down in front of your own eyes.
“I just... Don't know. I am just afraid that I will fuck something up. I can fall and roll down, kill somebody else... Steve, it's just too much. Plus the costumes are not ready. There is just too much going on.” - You sighed into your phone. It was a workday and you took your pause for lunch. Steve had a pretty calm day and he was up for a call. Every time you needed him, Steve was just a knight in shiny armor for you.
“Do not be ridiculous. You will do great, Y/N. Do not try to convince me otherwise. Every one of you is doing great so there is not a reason to be as stressed as you are. Besides, it's not healthy.” - Steve answered in a playful tone and you could hear some city noises in his background. You knew pretty well that he's in Brooklyn, somewhere out there, but even through that, you were staring down every guy that passed your seat. No one felt quite like Steve.
“Are you a nurse or what?” - You laughed and drank a bit of your juice. The sun was shining right at you, but the wind was blowing lightly, so you didn't feel hot.
“I am just concerned about your health. I don't need to be a nurse for that.” - He laughed a bit and you heard a doorbell rang. He just entered a shop.
“So, you're going to be at the Stark Charity Evening. Wow. Should I expect you to show yourself from the shadows?” - You asked and went to pay your lunch with Steve still on your shoulder.
Yeah. Steve Rogers just called you one evening and told you “I will be at the Stark Charity Event” and you went NUTS. Steve FUCKING Rogers will be there somewhere and even tho you knew he didn't know how you looked like, he will most probably see you. You went from “omg I will fuck something up” from “holy shit boy, I am most likely to die that evening”.
“I tend to stay in the shadows. And I don't think this is the evening you want me to show up. Trust me, you just have to wait. Be patient.” - Yes, you talked about seeing each other in person. Steve sounded like that it is everything he wants - yet he had to decline. He truly was a mystery. But mystery with a beautiful voice.
“I just have to try my chances. One day, you will say yes.” - You gave the lady the cash and told her to keep the change.
“Yeah. And that day comes. But if you ask all the time about it, you will feel like it will be a forever. I will be there and I will support you.” - Steve sighed.
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He wanted to meet you so badly. So badly he just went to an antiquarian and looked for a thing that you might like. He got a sense of what you like and what you don't like throughout the time. Now, it was almost four months of almost day-to-day texting and calling. Sometimes he even tried his chances and flirted with you. It wasn't too often and it was hardly noticeable. But you got a small radar in your head or what, because you knew every single time.
He liked you. For real. Now that your calls were an everyday routine, he was truly feeling something. And he truly wanted to reveal himself during the Charity Event - but he was fucking Captain America and people would go nuts. He thought about it and he wanted it to be private so you had your time accepting that he was a freaking superhero.
So yeah, he would definitely be there, but watching you from the shadows. He knew which choreography will be yours because you talked about it stressing you a lot, so be made sure that he'll be especially on that part of the evening.
"You don't even know what do I look like, Steve." - You chuckled and he heard as you walked through the street as he watched those small things in the store. He wanted some jewelry - a necklace maybe? He was just searching for something at that point.
"So? I will do after the sound of your voice. I know the sound really well over that month." - Steve chuckled back.
"You know I can theoretically do the same?" - You asked him in a tight voice. He knew really well you wouldn't. You respected his privacy as he respected yours. You wanted him to see you that evening, and if he didn't wish to be seen, he knew you wouldn't go all Sherlock Holmes just to find him.
"That's fair." - Steve said. And it just bumped in his eyes. A small necklace. Nothing too crazy or big or scary. Just a simple silver necklace with a little gem on it.
"I thought about it... You said you'll go with James and Sam... I can reserve you some tickets for you to even get there. You wouldn't believe it - Tony Stark himself called us and said that the men will go crazy from our number." - You giggled excitedly. That made Steve frown a bit. Of course - your number was supposed to be slightly racy to get bigger attention and more money. And did he knew from his Captain America forties tour that men loved those ladies and couldn't care less about poor Steve.
And to see someone else flirting with you just because he could not approach you in person? Was Steve even ready for that? The answer was obviously no, but what else could he do that watch if that scenario happens?
"You can. I and the boys will love to see all of you and if you say there's only a tight chance of us actually getting there... It will be good." - Steve answered, lost in his own thoughts, paying for that damn necklace. He was thinking about how he's about to execute the plan - he wanted you to know he was there but he couldn't approach you. How to make it work?
When he looked over the cash in his huge palms, it hit him. A check. Money check for your charity with his own name on it. Anybody could be named Steve Rogers, right? But you would know in an instant, it would not be suspicious and you don't have to see his face.
And he knew he had an account which was made by Tony Stark himself, so everything it took was a... Phone call. A simple call which will bring him hours of being practically tortured by Tony Stark's jokes. But he knew that Tony is ready to help practically anytime he asked him.
"And on what name should I leave it?" - You asked concerned, tearing Steve off his mind.
"What?" - Steve asked, not having a single idea what you've talked about.
"The tickets, Steve. On what name should I book it? On yours?" - You repeated the question with tenderness in your voice. Like you knew that he's thinking about something important. He watched as the cashier carefully wrapped the necklace.
"No! No. Sam... Barnes." - He stuttered. It would be highly suspicious to have three tickets on a super hero's name. You probably didn't notice but some people would. You may be completely oblivious about his identity, but the people could be a pain in the ass sometimes. And Sam wasn't as recognizable as Steve or Bucky since he wasn't in news so often as he and Bucky were. So that was a plan right there.
"Okay. Take it as done. And I'm in front of the office, so, have a nice evening, handsome. I'll call you around six, is that a deal?" - You asked tenderly.
"Of course. Enjoy your day, Y/N." - He stated. So that was it. He was going to your number on the big Event and he was almost out of his mind about seeing you... A whole you. No matter who you'll be.
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Since then, your day seemed to be better and better. The costumes finally arrived and they were exactly what you wanted them to be. They were truly beautiful. And shorts and shirts? They looked just great. The uniform covered it and it was easily strippable, so you got everything you needed.
Your choreography looked great, you managed to learn to dance on high heels and it indeed looked really sexy, just as Deena told you. You even felt that way and from what they've told you, that was the most important thing.
When you got home and thought about immediately calling Steve. That was usually the thing you did at home. You called him, listening to him on a loudspeaker when you cooked or watched some news. But today, you got something better for him. Something... Sexier and more intimate than everything you've done before.
You carefully slipped into the denim shorts covering you from your knees to your waist, it was practically shorted jeans, and then you wrapped yourself in a shirt, tying it around your waist. It showed only a little of your skin on your belly, nothing terrible. Then you covered yourself in the uniform consisting of a long, khaki green skirt and a fucking tight tux in the same color.
But you needed to say that the makers of those costumes were really good and it was fucking detailed from what you have learned about those uniforms. You indicated that they would be old styled. You remembered that Steve had a thing for old-styled things.
You took the photos almost an hour before everything was in its place and you looked actually good. (To be honest, you could send Steve a photo of you in a potato bag and he would find it sexy, but you couldn't actually know that.) Then, with great expectations and big nerves, you hit send. There wasn't your head, only your body in that uniform, your hip swayed so they would actually have a nice form, your legs pressed together and your hand circling your right hip. You looked like a pin-up model in that one.
Trust the narrator - you looked sexy as hell. And you couldn't know that you'll almost kill him with that photo.
Y/N: So... What do you think about our uniforms? Are they precise enough, Mr. Rogers?
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They were just playing some monopoly at Tony Stark's tower. It was a nice tradition for them to sometimes gather around the table, all six of them with Pepper, Sam, Wanda, Vision, and Bucky, just to play child games.
Sam was extremely competitive so when he wasn't winning, he was pissed off, complaining about the rules almost all the time. Tony calmed him down with his witty remarks and the others just had fun from it.
"All I'm saying is, this,-" Sam hold some card in front of Thor's eyes and made him look at it. Thor wasn't comprehending with human games. He tried, yeah, but he couldn't get around with the rules. - "Means that you have to pay me. Gimme the goddamn money!"
"I am sorry, mister Wilson. But what if I just want to look around your beautiful land, you know, just to visit it?" - Thor asked and took a swing from his bottle of beer.
"You know, birdbrain. Thor's a traveler. He looks at things and their beauty, am I right?" - Natasha slowly patted Thor's shoulder and smiled, because she wanted to piss Sam off. She was extremely good at it. - "Why should he pay you? He pays with his soul."
"Romanoff, if you don't leave and if you don't stop encouraging Rapunzel, we will never finish the goddamn game." - Tony looked at Natasha, but he couldn't hide a smile. The thing with Avengers playing the games was like this - it always ended up with a huge argument and almost always it was started by Sam. Like the time they played Twister and Sam was extremely sure that Vision was just cheated because he has the power to actually go through things.
Bucky and Steve stopped Sam right before he was about to punch Vision in the face; forgetting about that Vision's body was made from Vibranium and that the punch will hurt him like hell.
Steve usually didn't play with them - he was making small talks, sipping his beer, enjoying being with his friends. This was everything he needed to have a good evening.
When his phone vibrated, he just smiled to himself and opened up without hesitation as he was talking with Clint about renovating his home. They were so caught up in the conversation that Steve didn't even think about covering up the display - so he almost fainted when Clint sighed loudly in the surprise.
“You, man, are full of surprises. Who the hell is that girl and what she is doing on your phone in that piece of clothing?” - Clint pointed a finger at that picture and devilishly wiggled his eyebrows. Thanks to God that it was Clint who saw her, Steve knew that if he asked him to shut up about that, he would. He was a way different than for example Tony Stark.
Steve turned his eyes to the screen as well. And he fucking flipped. What the hell? He was not too away from fainting.
It didn't mean that it didn't suit you. It didn't mean that you didn't look good - you looked too good. For his eyes, it was a dreamy sight from times he had known so well. You were so similar to... Her. It suited you, it made your hips stand out...
At that moment he realized that this is the first time he was you. Actual you. And you took his breath away for a solid few seconds. He took a close look at you. You truly were breathtaking for him. He practically studied the was that tux was hugging your breasts, and how it slowly slipped on your waist and ending on your gentle, delicate hips. That skirt was the true killer, revealing a bit of your bum, but not too much of it.
He sighed loudly and excused from the conversation with Clint. He walked directly to look out of the window, watching your photo. His brain froze for s minute or two. He tried to come up with a nice word, a compliment, something... Anything. But his brain was stuck.
From what he could tell, you were a treat for his eyes. To say that you were beautiful was a huge misunderstanding. You were mind-blowing. Dear lord, Steve couldn't speak for ten minutes straight, he just looked and in front of himself and drooled away from you.
"What happened, old man? You've seen a ghost?" - Nat wiggled her eyebrows and took a sip from her dry Martini. She looked beautiful as ever with her red dress on. Steve couldn't come up with a meaningful answer, so he just showed her the photo of you. Natasha closed her eyes a little, looking at you.
"That's practically a pornography for you, isn't it?" - Natasha giggled. She was drunk a bit, not too much, but she was tipsy already. - "But I got to say, she is beautiful. You're a lucky guy."
"That's for the first time I've seen how she looks like. I still don't even know how her face looks like..." - Steve sighed and giggled. His cheeks were rosy. He had a beautifully dreamy face and it appeared like his eyes started to shine. Natasha was happy for that man.
"Are you gonna tell her?" - She leaned her face into her palm, her full lips were smiling at Steve lasciviously.
"Tell her what?" - Steve answered innocently.
"That you're into her. And not only a bit. You have a huge crush." - Natasha winked. Steve shook his head and in that little moment, she snatched his phone and ran away from him.
"Natasha! Don't!" - Steve ran after her, but Natasha was too quick. She laughed and texted before Steve snatched the phone back. He. Was. Dumped.
Steve: Hey, Y/N, my big friend here wants to tell you that you look seriously hot! Love, Nat!
"I swear to dear Lord..." - Steve looked at her and massaged his scalp. You'll definitely go to tell him to frick off. He just knew. You looked hot. You truly did. But that just wasn't a thing that Steve would say out loud.
He would say: this suits you perfectly. Or: you look gorgeous. He wouldn't say you're hot. That was so overdone and so rude to you. But then his phone rang again.
Y/N: Thank you for that, that's just so sweet! Also, can you show him this one?
Well... If you looked hot in the uniform, according to Natasha, he was seriously considered about her opinion now. You were trying to burn him alive - he would swear that his body's temperature raised by three to four degrees, he was sweaty and he just closed his eyes to breathe it all out.
Those denim shorts... Those fucking denim shorts. He was damned to the deepest for the thoughts that have crossed his mind at that moment. He growled and excused himself.
"You're tearing the party, Rogers!" - Tony yelled with a joking tone.
"Let him be." - Clint pleaded with a smile. Natasha took his side almost immediately. - "He told me he isn't feeling well tonight. Let our pa get some sleep. The next party will be a definite killer." - Nat winked at him. And so Steve walked home in a pace of a world runner.
And he knew that he will most probably die during the next call with the image of you in his head.
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Get to know me tag thing!
1. Dogs or Cats? Dogs FTW! Though I could maybe have a cat one day, depending.
2. YouTube celebrities or normal celebrities? I’m not sure YouTube celebrities count as celebrities, haha. And I certainly couldn’t name a single one, so normal celebrities it is. I have a hard enough time naming those. :P
3. If you could live anywhere where would that be? UGH it depends on the day and how I’m feeling, honestly. I live for the wide-open countryside, but I love the mountains and the forest, and I would love some small, historic old town where I could walk everywhere on cobblestone streets. It’s easier for me to say where I don’t want to live than where I do!
4. Disney or DreamWorks? Disney (especially now that it has Marvel and Star Wars), but honestly DreamWorks has some real gems.
5. Favourite childhood TV show? MY LITTLE PONY. Especially those old movies and that original 80s character style??? A+++ the new My Little Pony honestly failed hard in the style department (didn’t stop me from getting a stupid amount of the toys tho because they were so cute). :’D Then there was X-men and Spiderman, and later on Pokemon, Digimon, and Yugioh. ♥
6. The movie you’re looking forward to most in 2020?
I’m a sap for movies, I love them. so RAYA AND THE LAST DRAGON, probably on the top of my list next to whatever Star Wars is coming out then. Mulan, Artemis Fowl, Dolittle!! (omg that takes me back so hard) And probably some others I can’t remember.
7. Favorite book you read in 2019? I did not read a book this year. :sob: But there was some excellent fanfiction, some very excellent webcomics, and some very very excellent RPing <_<. Oh, there was a kids book, The Tea Dragon Society, which is super cute, highly recommend. Maybe next year I’ll get through my stash of backlogs. >_>
8. Marvel or DC? Marvel for movies, ANYTHING ELSE for comics. Tho the Wonder Woman and Superman movies have been super epic too, hmm. Anyway, I cannot stand these superhero comics, they’re convoluted and incoherent (and generic) as heck. You can find so much better stories and artwork elsewhere.
9. If you choose Marvel favorite member of the X-Men? If you choose DC favourite Justice League member? G A M B I T
10. Night or Day? Day, except for the part where I work during it, and so most of my worthwhile activities get done at night. XD
11. Favourite Pokemon? MEWTWO
12. Top 5 bands/artists:
Uhhh, there are a few country bands I actually like enough of their songs to recognize, except none of the names are coming to me OH WELL. Celtic Woman, that’s one artist for you. And Rockapella! That’s it, all I got. I just don’t pay attention to names. XD
13. Top 10 books.
OK HERE WE GO have I got the books 4U:
The entire Star Wars X-Wing series.
The entire Star Wars Mandalorian series.
The Wolfwalker series by Tara K. Harper ( @dingoat <_< )
Dragon of the Lost Sea series by Laurence Yep
Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher by Bruce Coville
Song of the Lioness series by Tamora Pierce
The Pit Dragon Chronicles by Jane Yolen
All the Pern books by Anne McCaffrey
The Dinotopia books by James Gurney
The Belgariad series by David Eddings (loved all his stuff honestly)
A lot of those I read long, loooong ago so maybe I would have different opinions now if I re-read them. But boy did they influence me A LOT growing up.
14. Top 4 movies
STAR WARS especially Rogue One :sob:, How to Train Your Dragon, Sherlock Holmes (the recent movies), The Man from UNCLE (also the recent movie). This list will change by the hour. 8)
15. America or Europe? Europe. I live in America and it’s comfy and all, but really Europe has all the cool places going for it, AND ALSO public transportation, get your act together America.
16. Tumblr or Twitter? Tumblr FTW. I will never understand the point of Twitter, tho Blakk does have a Twitter account that he rarely uses. 8)
17. Pro-choice or Pro-life? What a great polarizing question for such an innocent Q&A meme; gotta wonder what the author was thinking. 8) I’m pro-you-can-have-whatever-opinion-you-want-as-long-as-you-don’t-inflict-it-on-other-people because it’s not your f*ing business to run their lives, pro-this-isn’t-worthy-of-becoming-law, pro-act-responsibly-in-the-first-place-and-use-birth-control, and, failing that because people sure as hell like to manufacture fake issues, pro-choice. Because just imagine thinking you get to determine what someone else gets to suffer (and literally pay for, $$$) for 9 months and then force them through the horrific physical ordeal of birthing a baby when they just. don’t. want. to. I mean, you might as well decide someone should just take an axe and cut off their own arm just because you want them to; it really amounts to the same thing. :/ (Please note, wanting to have a baby and being forced are two entirely different things. It’s an ordeal, regardless, and not something to approach unwillingly.)
18. Favorite YouTuber? No one, don’t care enough to remember usernames. XD
19. Favorite author ? I’m so bad with remembering names, but here are some I do, so they must be worth something: Timothy Zahn, Mike Stackpole, Kevin J. Anderson, and also the above listed authors, half of which I had to Google. 8)
Also ME, because I know I write well and I love the stuff I write!
Honestly also everyone I RP with (past and present) because yeah there’s a reason I’m addicted to this hobby. ♥
20. Tea or Coffee? I mean. Coffee, ok?? But like, also. TARO MILK TEA and a hundred other teas especially with cream and sugar, and the concept of High Tea is amazing. ... That’s mostly the snacks, BUT STILL.
21. OTP ? Blakk/Saare (old ship, many of you probably haven’t seen it, but it’s also my canon ship). Blakk also ships stupidly well with several other OCs ... you know who you are ... and also how much I wish they could also be canon ...
22. Do you play an instrument/sing ? Piano! At least I could, before we moved around 6th grade and I gave it up. But it was the one extracurricular activity I stuck with for a number of years. I’m sure I’m ridiculously rusty. Probably I can still read the music. 8) I can sing (mainly in the car), but it doesn’t mean I should. XDD
Tagged By: @dingoat, thank you!!! ♥♥♥
Tagging: @kaosstar, @princess-triton, @theanaideialegacy, @starrealis, @lhunuial, @empire-at-war, @ you! (I’ve been pretty awol lately in terms of interacting a ton online so I’m not sure who’s still around, haha!)
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If you haven't cut requests off yet, I crave that slowburn Philip Ojomo/survivor content. Can be canon character or a reader, dealer's choice. The slower the burn, and the more intense the one-sided pining, the better tho. Thank you!
Finally after 800 years i finished this……. came out a lot longer than expected.
This is my first time ever writing slowburn/one-sided pining so I hope it came out okay!!!!!! I changed some of the DBD lore around a bit for this. I chose the x reader route because this blog is mainly x reader, and I had the reader be the one to get the feelings. Also I’ll be incredibly honest, I’ve never been in love or had a crush on anyone before so I hope I did an okay job of portraying those feelings.
You hadn’t any idea how much time had passed since you ended up in this…. place. Whether it was a few days, a few weeks, or a few months, you lost count long ago and gave up trying to keep track; the days felt like they were all merged together and there was no discernible time change or variation in weather.
Adjusting to the realm was hard, but you had managed to do so to the best of your abilities. While you still could, there was no need to eat or sleep; most of your time was spent waiting around the endlessly burning campfire mingling with the others or in the small, cabin-like shack that the entity responsible for putting you in this situation provided to you and the others like you as perhaps a sort of solace from everything else.
Since arriving, you’ve met an array of interesting individuals; there was Claudette - a young woman who had been incredibly kind to you since you’d shown up, David - a tough but brotherly guy, Meg - who was friendly but seemed to be full of a fierce, restless energy, and Dwight - a jittery but affable guy - to list only a few.
Along with the others who were given the same goal of survival that you were, over time you met the beings who were partially responsible for your reoccurring demise - a group of killers who were tasked with chasing you and the others down and impaling you on the baleful meathooks that littered the various areas you were dumped in during trials.
Much to your surprise, they seemed to retain a large part of their personalities from their previous life because when they weren’t attempting to kill you they, for the most part, were fairly amiable. On occasion they’d wander over to the campfire that you and the other survivors huddled around and you became somewhat acquainted with the more social of the bunch: Evan - an absolutely massive man who had a thing for bear traps, a group of reckless and rowdy young adults who referred to themselves as the Legion, and a few others.
While they were all nice, no one caught your eye as much as Philip did. Something about the tall, dark man who stood hushed to the side most of the time caught your attention and you found yourself wanting to get to know him and grow closer with him. You never interacted with him much outside of trials as he tended to keep to himself, but whenever you did he was nothing but kind towards you and the others. While in trials he could be downright terrifying, the gentleness and kindness of what little words he spoke and his actions outside always acted as a consolation.
His company became one of the few things that kept you going and you always had him in the back of your mind, wondering how he was, what he was doing, hoping he was alright. You knew he disliked being here - that he didn’t like the killing and harming he was supposed to do - and your heart hurt for him. You wanted to be there for him, be friends with him, give him some sort of comfort.
Soon enough, you found yourself going to him over and over again - finding anything you could to show him or chat with him about - anything was fair game as long as it provided a reason for you to spend time with him. It started off simple with the two of you just taking meandering walks in the woods that surrounded the campfire, talking about this and that or just staying silent. Philip didn’t speak very much - whether it was his own choice or if the Entity ruined his vocal chords you didn’t know - but it didn’t bother you. He seemed to like listening and would watch you intently as you spoke. He appreciated the company.
Over time you both grew closer, physically too. He towered over you but it didn’t stop you from giving him an occasional hug (which he happily reciprocated as best he could), tugging on his cloak to get his attention, and other small but soft touches. Your conversations grew deeper, you’d exchange stories about your lives before you wound up in this hell. You’d tell stories about school, your family, your friends, and he’d tell stories about his life before he came to America, his family, his culture, any past lovers he may have had.
You didn’t know why, but any time he spoke about a past lover (which he admitted he didn’t have many of), you felt a twinge of… jealousy, was it? You really didn’t know why - he was a friend, and that was it, so why you felt envious of anyone he used to be with was a mystery to you.
You began inviting Philip to your little cabin so you two could have more time together, and he even gave you the literal key to go see him - the tiny piece of metal which you’d burn in the campfire outside of trials which granted you access to where he stayed most of the time.
It happened one night (if you could even call it that, there was no real change in time from what you could tell) while you were in your little hut, wanting to rest a bit. The Entity eliminated the need to sleep from you and the others so you never felt physically tired, but you could still rest and get some shut eye whenever you weren’t participating in a trial. Your mind was wandering, weird, random little thoughts and scenarios popping up here and there, some of which memories from your past life, some more recent. Of course, thoughts about Philip came floating in which was nothing unusual at this point; he was almost always on your mind in some way.
You found yourself, or rather your loosely roaming mind, imagining some particularly intimate situations with him - nothing erotic, but wondering not only how it would’ve been to be in a relationship with him when he was a normal man, but what it would be like even now.
Your mind wandered a bit more before it hit you like a truck - a lurch, a flutter in your stomach, your eyes shot open and you realized - you had feelings for Philip. You were surprised but not; for awhile now you’d felt there was more than just platonic feelings of affection for him, but you didn’t dwell on it much. It slowly inched up on you and it explained why you felt jealous when he spoke about past loves and relationships, and why he always ended up on your mind in one way or another.
You’d fallen for him and you’d fallen hard. You were also incredibly unsure of what to do - does Philip even feel things like romantic interest anymore? And if he does, would he even be interested in you? He’s never shown any sort of romantic interest in you or from what you’ve seen, in anyone else. Your mind is plagued by scenarios that leave you with a feeling of sadness, dread, and embarrassment - thoughts of him finding out about your feelings and completely rejecting you.
You realized it was best that you keep your feelings a secret and that’s just what you did, but as time went on it became increasingly difficult. You were utterly infatuated with him and you thought about him all of the time. You didn’t stop spending time with him, no, rather you wanted to spend more time with him. The majority of the time that neither of you were in trials was spent together. You didn’t care if it was just you two alone or with others - as long as you were around Philip it was fine.
Not only was it his personality that you found yourself attracted to, but him physically as well. Even though some of the time you two spent together was because he was hunting you in a trial, you still felt safe around him. He always reciprocated any physical affection you gave - whether it was hugging or even hand holding and you could always feel your heart flutter with every small touch from him.
As things progressed, you could tell you were beginning to feel possessive over him in a sense. While you never acted on it, you couldn’t help but dread the thought of him spending much time with others as you feared he’d start to feel towards them how you do him. Your heart felt heavy whenever you saw him with someone else, and you noticed he was beginning to spend a lot more time with others, which while you figured was good for him… you couldn’t help but feel terribly. You felt inadequate, almost.
You hated these feelings of inadequacy - you knew Philip was friendly with everyone, not just you. And that’s okay… it’s fine. You want him to have friendships. You know he likes having friends, and you want him to be happy. But as things move on and you see him grow closer with some of the other survivors you can’t help but feel desperate. Your feelings haven’t wavered one bit, you were still incredibly besotted with him, wanting nothing more than to be with him.
You couldn’t help yourself and began asking around, subtle questions here and there, to other survivors and even a few of the killers who’d wander over - if they’ve seen any relationships develop while there, if they’re aware of any party’s feelings towards another, and the like. Most answers you got were unsure, “Ah - I’m not aware of anything. Sorry!”, or “I don’t really care much, I don’t pay much attention to that stuff.”, and left you feeling frustrated. Kate did mention that while she doesn’t know for sure, she just had a feeling that Philip was interested in someone. Your heart thumped in your chest but you kept your composure and asked if she had any idea who, to which she just shrugged and added that it wasn’t her business but it sure seemed sweet.
You hatched a plan and decided the one way to find out his feelings was to just ask him - but you had to be subtle about it and play it off as if your curiosity had just gotten the best of you. You’d taken one of the several offering pieces he had given you and fed it to the fire and eventually found yourself side by side with him, just as you both liked. The conversation topics varied from just how you’ve been lately to if anything new in the repetitive world has happened, and you eventually managed to steer the topic back to past relationships and partners.
You meant to wait for better timing, but in the middle of a sentence Philip was speaking you blurt out the question - if he was interested in anyone now. The look he gave you struck something in you; at first he seemed caught off guard, but it changed into a look of confusion and god, you hope that wasn’t a look of discomfort. A sigh, one of which was barely audible, came from him and his gaze moved from your face to the ground in front of him and he remained silent.
You felt a million different emotions; sadness, heartbreak, embarrassment, regret, fear… It really felt like your heart was hurting. He didn’t reject you, you didn’t know if he even knew about your feelings - but his lack of words and the look he gave you could only suggest that your feelings were unrequited.
All of your thoughts and emotions were halted when you felt a warm, albeit rough, hand placed over your own. Phil still wasn’t looking at you, his eyes fixed on the ground below, but the way he tentatively placed his much larger hand over your own filled you with… confusion? Hope? Maybe he felt the same way, or maybe he was trying to think of a way to let you down without upsetting you.
“Philip? Are you alright?” You asked, turning fully towards him, trying to get a better look at his face. He gave no verbal response, his only acknowledgement of your question was the gentle squeeze he gave your hand is it rested under his.
#i left the ending vague and abrupt on purpose#i want the reader to be able to interpret it how they want#dbd x reader#dbd headcanons#the wraith
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Reputation Tour Movie: Reactions
On the off chance anyone has wanted to know what it’s like to deal with my commentary when I will not shut the fuck up, click that read more to get my Reputation Movie commentary!
Opening
- Taylor is the most extra bitch. I love her.
- Opening video still gives me chills
...Ready For It?
- The strobe lights make this as sometimes irritating to watch as it was live. Which is a pity because I love the performance.
I Did Something Bad
- Will idsb ever not give me chills and murder me?
- I want her to bite me when she snarls
- Her hips. The idiot giraffe is blessed.
- Her vocals
- Fuck Me Up
- The most precious happiest koala😭
- (spots a rep room wristband) lucky bitch
Gorgeous
- I’m So disappointed a step above gorgeous being gorgeous didn’t get immortalized in the tour video
- The assholes (I say out of jealousy) with the triangles. Why didn’t we think of that!
- “And I’m Taylor” Bitch I hope so. I spend so much on your ass.
- Stop looking like that Taylor it makes me feel things
Style
- I get why style made the set list and love the songs but justice for ootw
- That guitar riff gives me ALL THE FEELS
- yes bitch strut! Thank you Karlie Kloss
Love Story
- Aww all the throwback and legacy feels
- Is it legal not to jump during this song?
- Boop.
- “I keep waiting for you but you never cum” is probably not a problem Taylor has. On either end.
You Belong With Me
- (proceeds to bounce in place because Taylor owns me)
- The parent holding up her daughter is Kristen in the future
Look What You Made Me Do
- The lwymmd pre video is my sexuality
- I want murderess snake queen Taylor to end. my. life.
- Would let her choke me
- I’m the bitch mouthing oh my god
- This is my favourite part of the tour ngl
- THAT SMIRK
- side note: also remember when we thought it was a dragon and not a snake?
- She really snapped and killed a bitch with this song
- THE INTENSITY WENT OFF AND HOW IS PIT NOT LOSING THEIR SHIT
- like mosh or something fuckers
- KARYN!
- I weirdly love the back vocals she recorded for lwymmd. The short “ah”s really make it
- The sass
- A queen
- I’m so gay
- This is why I’m doomed with whoever I date
End Game
- The disappointment Ed never guested on the tour
- The choreo for this is 🔥
- I mean all of it is but her hips
- Her legs are worth every penny of 40 million
- The hand over the face bit is an objectively weird closing move
King Of My Heart
- How do we actually make her America’s queen
- This is the softest song
- I stan komh so hard
- Like I love delicate but this is just as soft. Softer even
- I love I’m getting to see the other half of the choreo because we sat on the left side each time
- Up on the roof with a school girl crush / Drinking beer out of plastic cups / Say you fancy me not fancy stuff / BABY ALL IT ONCE THIS IS ENOUGH
- This is the closest we’ve come to a poc love interest in anything she’s filmed. Except the End Game MV sort of.
- We didn’t stan the dancers hard enough
- The drums made this tbh
Delicate
- Oh gods I’m not ready for the delicate speech
- I’m the dude who screamed he loved her
- Bless the rainbow dress
- “Shit is that what is was on my wrist? I thought her stalker and taylurking ways had just finally gone to tracking bracelets.”
- (knock at the door) Me, pausing: umm I blocked out this entire 2 hours for our lorde and saviour Taylor Swift???
- (Scott Swift voice) I’m going back into my zone
- The lights are so pretty. No wonder Taylor loves the bracelets
- Bitch we know your unreleased stuff
- Do let’s go/battle as a surprise song and be shook
- 1! 2! 3! LET’S GO BITCH!
- Can you believe she flew right over us
- That little dance. She’s so fucking precious
Shake It Off
- B stage. Remember how she gave invisible to the gays
- And finally played breath
- The only redeeming thing for shake it off is that she made it as gay as she could
-I still wanna know what inspired “my ex man brought his new girlfriend...to the fella over there with the hella good hair” bit
- What did Di do? And who did Taylor hit on? Or is Karlie the one with the hella good hair?
- Giuseppe got down on one knee long before Karlie ever will
Dancing With Our Hands Tied
- How smug was Taylor when her jump to pop worked?
- There must have been so many I told you so’s
- It started raining. The closest I’ll ever come to a rain show.
- I can’t believe she played this song in Nashville with Karlie right there and kept her shit together
- Taylor’s never more magical then when it’s just her and a guitar
- I would give anything and go deep in debt to go to an acoustic show
- This filter was unnecessary and such a call out
- She had one fuck left and it’s name is alliterative
All Too Well
- I hope she keeps doing acoustic surprise songs like this next tour. Where it’s a set thing.
- I’m so relieved she approves of lyric tattoos. Like....imagine if she didn’t and I have my entire forearm
- Put down your fucking phones and watch her be magic personified
- Also fuck this song for being so powerful
- The way she sings the bridge
- Now did she really lose the 12 minute version or is it just a little too obvious who it’s about
- Her wink! I’d die
- Is that chick okay? Did she live?
Blank Space
- The crowd walk! I’m still so so fucking endlessly proud
- Look at her!
- My precious angel reclaiming walking through her fans
- How the fuck are these people not dying tho?
- Still want her to hit me in the face with the golf club
- And kick me in the face with her boots
- This is also still my favourite mv
- It was so perfect
- This is also quality choreo. I wouldn’t have made it had it seen it right in front of me
- Gay icons
Dress
- Holy fuck dress is so gay
- Like.....we been knew but still
- This song is why she didn’t dare film in Nashville
- The vocals should be illegal
- Like, they’re NSFL (Not Safe For Lesbians)
- The first time she did that (strip tease thing) and the Nashville show were the best ones
Should Have Said No / Bad Blood
- This is still the most fucking random mash up
- I mean it works and redeems bad blood but wtf
- The person sitting on someone else’s shoulders has to really be pissing off someone else who can’t see
- Aggressive banjo
- Can’t believe she puts on a show and sells like this and Borschetta wouldn’t give her the masters. Idiot
- The dudes dangling are braver than any US Marine
- Instead she negotiated for better artist pay AND her future masters. The Legend jumped out
- I remember watching this the first time and being briefly confused because this sort of drawn out thing is what they normally do for show closing but it was too early
Don’t Blame Me
- Oh fuck here we go
- THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TOUR OUTFIT
- PERIOD
- ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES
- this entire fucking performance. No words
- I love all the dude dancers had the blinders like headgear. As if such powerful sapphic love is distinctly not for their consumption
- I have found religion
- I stan a queen
Long Live / New Year’s Day
- I love she knows how many people work on the tour and genuinely appreciates their effort
- I hope this mashup sticks around, at least as the surprise song at the closing show of the next tour
- I’m not crying you’re crying
- Hold on to the memories, they/I will hold onto you is one on my favourite lines she’s written
- Along with with please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
- Oh my fucking god stop letting her be this precious
- Remember how fucking loud we were in Denver?
- This is my favourite moment of the entire show - for her. You can tell how much it means to her
- She owns my ass and wallet forevermore
- “I had the time of my life....with you” is a whole emotional mood
- Her quick little thank you 😭
Why She Disappeared
- Oh that’s the first time I’ve heard the echos
- Those boots probably cost more than my life
- This should have been the close or open of the getaway car mv
- Imagine if it shows up in an mv next era. Starts with a car on a pink x
Getaway Car
- The 1989 neon is an interesting choice
- Is that the shift to pop being a getaway or the close of the 1989 era being one? (More thoughts on this later)
- Hits you like a shotgun shot to the Heart is a fucking amazing line
- I loved that bit straight away
- I can lowkey see getaway car being about switching labels tbh
- This last album maybe IS the getaway car (more, again, later)
Call It What You Want
- Ciwyw is one on my favourite love songs of hers
- Trust him like NO OTHER was right at her fingertips
- Who the fuck would say no to running away with her?
- I would let her RUN ME OVER, running away WITH her? Fuck yes
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together / This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things
- WANEGBT/TIWWCHNT is a brilliant mash up
- But fucking ridiculous to type
- “But I’m not the friend you’ve lost lately” is the shadiest fucking line and I love it
- I’m disappointed we never got video of her recording “cause forgiveness is a nice thing to do”. I can only imagine the sass and snark
- “Taylor the mic is picking up you muttering ‘fucking prick’. You need to record it again.”
- “.....Taylor, muttering ‘backstabbing motherfucker’ isn’t any better. Maybe try it without the muttering?”
- The mouthed “I love you guys” ❤😭
- They’re not showing people collecting confetti? How unrealistic.
- Oh, there they are.
- “The words are all the same over and over again and I know that’s my fault....” still funny as hell
- “What’s a 767?” What’s it like to have that kind of money?
- Will pay to watch Taylor skip through a stadium
In conclusion: Taylor owns me. Kristen puts up with a lot from me. And I can’t wait for the next chapter.
#taylor swift#do any of you care? no.#but i might as well have blown up Kristen's phone for a reason#that was meant to be under a read more the first time
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Risk pt.1 (Peter Parker x superhero!reader)
Summary: (Y/N) starts attending the Midtown School of Science and Technology and her first day does not go so well. How does she deal with the aftermaths of Thanos?
A/N: Okay this is another attempt. The Bucky fanfic is kinda.. not.. doing.. well... But whatever! I had an idea so I put it into words! And it’s here! I just want you all to know that some things are changed a little. The timeline is a bit different! Here’s how: Peter, Ned and Michelle are still sophomores and this whole thing is kinda like - Homecoming happens - Thanos happens almost immediately. Just a little explanation for all of you.
Warnings: INFINITY WAR SPOILERS!!! a little sad (only at the beginning tho), and there’s like one part I’m a little insecure about but I think it’s fine ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
part 2 part 3 part 4
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Midtown School of Science and Technology.
Does it sound nice? Not at all.
Is it necessary? According to Mr. Stark, it is.
(Y/N) just helped saving half of the population and a few days after she has to start attending a new high school. No pressure right?
New York is amazing though.
Mr. Stark got her an apartment in Queens not too far from Peter’s. He had his reasons to do so. She doesn’t know that yet though.
(Y/N)’s interaction with Peter was short. She barely knew him.
But she very clearly remembered the fear in his face when she found him in that weird nothingness of... white. Surrounded in this color it looked like the boy was in heaven.
How uncertain he was if this girl was really even there. If she wasn’t another one of his hallucinations. He was so alone it tortured him almost making him go bonkers.
She remembered how hesitantly Peter approached her but once he was sure she’s real he threw himself onto her hugging her hips as tight as possible like a little kid that lost his mom in the shop and finally found her.
He was kneeling and embracing her so tightly she almost couldn’t breathe.
“Don’t leave me here alone, please! Please don’t leave! I don’t want to be alone anymore, please, please...” his cries and sobs seemed to echo in the nothingness.
Seeing him so desperate and terrified broke (Y/N)’s heart into million pieces.
Remembering how she kneeled to him and hugged him as tightly as possible filled her with a tiny bit of hope. She’ll get him out of this miserable place.
He was still crushing her hips and crying.
It was only a week since Thanos snapped his ugly purple fingers but it seemed as if time passed differently here. There was nothing to do which must have been eating him alive.
After a few more minutes of this (Y/N) finally managed to calm Peter down a bit and make him cooperate.
Frying his brain wasn’t particularly the best experience but it was the only way she knew how to bring him back among the living, bring him back to his aunt and Mr. Stark.
She only saw Peter’s aunt once and it wasn’t the best first encounter. They didn’t interact and (Y/N) was pretty sure the woman didn’t even know she was there.
Mr. Stark on the other hand... He told her about Peter. It hurt him but he still did it. And he was the reason number one when it came to deciding who she’ll try to bring back first.
Hearing him scream in agony was another war sound that’s going to hunt her in her dreams.
He woke up lying flat on the ground and (Y/N) was leaning over him.
“Hi.” she smiled.
“Are you an angel?” he exhaled with amazement.
That was their whole interaction.
Since then they saw each other only on the battlefield. No time to chit-chat there, unfortunately.
(Y/N) isn’t even sure if he’s going to be in school today.
She nervously fiddles with the massive ring on her hand which had the letter W on it. A very nice lady welcomes her at the secretariat and gives her some papers.
The hardest thing to do is finding her locker. She looked for it every break that they got. She considered asking someone if they could help her but for some reason, everyone in the hall seemed so... distant and mean. Their looks were judging or maybe analyzing her.
She even found herself looking for the Parker kid. He would have helped her.
In the end, she decides to look for her locker at lunch break. Not eating at the time she’s supposed to isn’t something to be happy about though.
The halls are completely empty only a few noises from the cafeteria or the squeaking of boot soles from the gym can be heard.
(Y/N) is going around and checking the numbers. This is the third time she walked around the whole school and still nothing. It’s like her locker disappeared.
She was about to try for the fourth time when a girl with darker skin came out of the cafeteria. Her hair is black and it neatly curls at the ends. She’s very pretty and looks like a nice person in general which is a pleasant change after today.
But there’s something off about her. The moment she walked out of the cafeteria her expression changed. She looked upset. But she also looked like a senior so she must know this school like the palm of her hand.
Well... here goes nothing!
“Hey! Um.. hi! I wanted to ask if you could help with-” the girl interrupts her.
“I’m sorry but I’m kind of in a rush.” she points to the exit but smiles politely.
“Oh... Okay. I’m new here so I have no clue where to find....stuff.” (Y/N) laughs at herself, hoping the awkwardness will fade away a little.
“Good luck.” the unknown senior smiles as politely as before.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around?”
The unknown girl whispers “I don’t think so...” and leaves.
Okay... That was strange.
(Y/N) grips the paper with her lockers number tightly and finally decides to eat some lunch.
Enough locker searching for today. She’ll try again tomorrow with more luck hopefully.
There’s a girl sitting and leaning against the wall a few meters from the door to the cafeteria. Her hair is in a low ponytail just like (Y/N)’s.
Her lunch tray is next to her meanwhile she draws something in her sketchbook.
(Y/N) completely understands how this girl feels.
She gets her lunch just like everyone else. There’s not much left but a cheese sandwich and an apple should be enough. When her eyes land on a small orange juicebox her mood instantly improves. They had the same juice boxes at her old school. Seeing it here sends a painful nostalgy but at the same time, it fills her with happiness.
When everything is on her lunch tray she heads out of the cafeteria.
There were a few eyes watching her “Where’s the new girl going?” kids from Flash's table start whispering.
Flash looks around to find who are his friends talking about but he only gets to see her back.
(Y/N) is relieved to find the girl in the same spot as before. The only difference is that her sketchbook is now closed lying next to her and she’s eating some pasta with vegetable sauce.
(Y/N) sits next to the girl and puts the tray on her long legs.
The girl sounds suspicious “Did Flash send you?”
“Who?” (Y/N) frowns in confusion “No. No one sent me. I’m new here.”
Her response is a subtle “Oh...”
They’re both silent for a minute.
“I’m Michelle by the way. But my friends call me MJ.” she introduces herself.
“I’m (Y/N).”
“Are you new in New York? I haven’t seen any students transferring to our school in the middle of the school year.” Michelle asks.
Alright. We trained this. Just don’t panic. Be natural.
“It’s kind of a boarding school deal but... Not really. My parents live in L.A. they work in film. Not that they’re famous or anything they’re both cameramans. We don’t have much time for each other and their way of dealing with it is to send me away.” Lies, lies and more lies.
Awkward and unclear. Perfect.
Michelle just nods. It looks like she believes her.
“Is this your first day?”
“Yep.”
“Did you have Mr. Conner?” Michelle squints her eyes at (Y/N).
She’s a little lost in all the names of the teachers “Is it the one with the billy-goat beard or the one that smells like eggs?”
“The one with the beard. The egg smelling one is Mr. Cooper. He makes us call him Steve because his childhood superhero and role model was Captain America. He’s trying to relate to us and be cool but he’s just making a fool out of himself.” Michelle shrugs.
“Yeah, I had Mr. Conner. He seemed like a great math teacher. His beard is attractive to every girl in my class except me.” (Y/N) gives a little rundown of her thought.
“Great. You passed the test. We can be friends.” MJ nods to herself.
This brings a smile on (Y/N)’s face. Weird friendship test but as long as she passed it she didn’t mind.
“Hey what were you drawing in that sketchbook?” it’s her time to ask questions.
MJ isn’t very keen about sharing something with her.
“Oh come on I answered all your questions. Plus I’m immune to the beard-beauty of Mr. Conner!” she makes MJ laugh a little.
“I just doodle people I see around me,” she says as she hands her the sketchbook.
There’s a lot of doodles of students and teachers.
Happy, sad, stressed, angry, laughing, sleepy, concentrated. All the emotions you could possibly have in school. They’re there.
Some of her works are just quick sketches and some look very elaborate.
There are two faces that look familiar to her but she stays silent. She’s not supposed to know anyone from here right? Let’s not put any doubts in MJ’s head.
There are two pages devoted to superheroes. There’s Mr. Cooper as Captain America in all sorts of different poses.
The other page is devoted to Spider-Man. There are some good drawings of him swinging on his webs but there’s also one where he has the mask pulled off. It reveals a very very very masculine man with sharp cheekbones and longish dirty blonde hair. (Y/N) almost chokes on the juice she’s sipping. She wants to laugh so bad.
Oh wow. So this is what they imagine him to look like.
The last drawing is a girl with a piece of paper in her hand. She looks very focused on what’s written on it but also.. confused.
“Is that me?” (Y/N) turns to her new friend.
MJ smirks on the sketch “Yeah I couldn’t help but notice that you’re walking around the school for the third time with that same expression.” she comments.
“Wow... You really do have a talent.”
It’s nice to hear some recognition for once “Thanks.”
For the rest of the lunch break, they talk about different things. School, hobbies or memes.
MJ even gave her her juicebox.
(Y/N) is excited that she found a friend she can spend lunch breaks with.
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Day two and locker is still not found.
This time (Y/N) didn’t walk through the whole school building three times but only once because she got so angry when locker B215 wasn’t next to B214 she made all of the trash from the small waste bins fly out.
Michelle sat on the same place as yesterday. She exchanged drawing for reading today. It seems that she’s really into this story.
(Y/N) stands before the cantine and looks at her options. She picks fish fingers and mashed potatoes. They don’t look appealing but they smell good which is hopefully a good sign.
To her delight, there are the same juice boxes as yesterday.
With all her food and juicebox in place, she happily starts walking to the exit to go sit next to MJ.
Before she can get to the doors some guy steps in her way.
His clothes look starched and expensive. He’s definitely a nerd but the way he walks and holds his head high... A cocky, bigheaded, rich nerd. What a combination. This won’t end well.
“You’re (Y/N) right? You’re new here... I’m Flash Thompson.” he points a finger at her as he’s walking closer.
(Y/N) shifts her weight from foot to foot and waits for what’s going to happen.
“Look, you can sit at my table. You don’t have to be friends with losers that eat in the hallway. I can find a spot at my table for you. And maybe if you even ask nicely it can be right next to me.” Flash smirks.
All of a sudden (Y/N) isn’t as hungry as she thought. Her stomach is doing flips because of how disgusted she feels by that guy. Who the hell does he think he is to try and tell her where to sit?
“It’s fine. MJ gives me her juice boxes and draws me porn. I think I’m okay with her.” (Y/N) walks past him but Flash has the audacity to start speaking again and even catch her arm.
“There was enough charity yesterday. A lot of people would give anything for the chance I’m giving you right now.”
(Y/N) starts seeing red. She feels her powers slipping out of her control. Her blood is boiling.
Why does this Flash guy act like he’s giving her the opportunity of a lifetime?
“Touch me one more time and I’ll break both your hands.” (Y/N) growls silently but pretty much everyone could hear because the cafeteria was drowning in silence.
Everyone is watching them.
Out of nowhere, a familiar boy runs to them.
It’s Peter Parker.
“Woah woah guys let’s calm down before someone overthrows the water tank.” he makes unsubtle eye contact with the girl whos still surprised by his presence.
“Bugger off Parker.” Flash wawes at him as if he was an annoying fly.
(Y/N) finally turns around and walks out of the cafeteria not looking back.
“What took you so long?” Michelle doesn’t look like she cares at all but there’s that something in her tone of voice which tells otherwise.
“Some Flash guy was forcing me to sit at his privileged table,” she explains.
MJ starts to falsely choke which makes her new friend laugh.
The doors to the cafeteria open again.
Both girls quickly redirect their attention to whoever wants to mock them again.
Peter’s standing there with another guy who’s shyly looking at the floor.
(Y/N) almost unnoticeably shakes her head to stop him. The further they stay away from each other the better. No one will even think they could have anything in common. The less attention the better. If someone reveals their superhero identities it’s over.
Peter swiftly walks over to them and sits down right next to (Y/N). His friend follows.
“What are you doing here?” (Y/N) asks as calmly as possible.
“Well... I heard this is the place where losers eat. That’s exactly where we belong so we're here. And MJ is our friend too so if she sits in the hall we sit there too.” Peter announces with a proud smile waiting for Michelle's reaction.
She just shrugs “I don’t care do whatever you want.”
Peter looks reconciled with his friend's behavior.
“Oh by the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Peter Parker and that’s Ned Leeds.” he points at his friend who smiles a bit and nods but then continues to shyly look at the floor.
“(Y/N)” she nods at them too .
Her and Peter exchange a look that says Well played.
They have to make it believable.
“Miss Jones?” an unknown teacher walks around the corner “Kids why aren’t you sitting at a table in the cafeteria like the others?” he looks surprised.
None of them answer until MJ takes it in her hands “Because we’re losers...”
The teacher just stands there for a second and looks at them and they look back at him. He obviously doesn’t know how to respond to this.
“Um.. Well.. Miss Jones can you come with me for a second I need to speak with you.”
Michelle slowly gets up looking annoyed and disappears around the corner.
The moment she’s gone Peter starts screaming in an undertone “What was that supposed to be?! What are you doing here?! Mr. Stark didn’t tell me about this and I thought you were going bac-”
“Woah woah can you calm down a bit? We still have company here.” (Y/N) looks directly at Peter’s friend who looks like he’s watching his favorite tv show and he’s on the edge to see what happens next.
“What? Ned? He knows about everything.”
“What?!!” (Y/N) shouts.
“You don’t have to worry I won’t tell anyone. I’m like a locked vault.” Ned tries to reassure her.
“Apart from that one time in gym class right...?” Peter frowns at his friend.
Ned looks ashamed. He backs off as if he wanted to disappear.
“So he knows about everything that happened? He knows about me?” she asks.
“Yep. He knows everything.” Peter nods.
“Absolutely everything?”
“Absolutely everything.”
“Great.” (Y/N) rests against the wall again and closes her eyes to calm herself.
Closing her eyes doesn’t really help because all she sees is that white nothingness with a terrified Peter in the middle. Talk about trauma.
“You have to learn to control your powers my soda almost jumped out of the can.” Peter worries.
“You think it’s that easy? My powers aren’t controllable like yours. They’re like a ticking bomb!” she tries to explain.
“Why did Mr. Stark send you here then?”
(Y/N) lets out a sigh “He said I’ll have reasons to control it here. It’s supposed to be motivation. It’ll either work or end in a catastrophe.” she starts slurping her juice.
Peter is nervously tapping his fingers on the food tray “Yeah that sounds like Mr. Stark.”
He’s thinking how he could solve this situation.
How to minimalize the risks?
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BEHIND OCEAN BLUE EYES
Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: The heartbreaking pain of wanting someone you can’t have, and watching as their love is given to someone else. Someone who isn’t you.
Warnings: Angts, unrequited love, bad writing.
Word Count: 1,138
A/N: A little angst never hurt nobody, right? I’m not really happy with this but I realized that it’s been a real long time since I posted something...so this is me breaking the radio silence haha! I hope you’ll like it tho. I’m so afraid of posting this because I’m really not sure how to feel about it, so please tell me what you think. Tell me how much it sucks please! Feedback is VERY much appreciated!
MASTERLIST
She is perfect, everything about her is perfect. Each little detail about her can only be described as perfect. It takes you deeper than your feet could ever wander and it makes your faith ever stronger, all in the presence of your savior. When he smiles, your heart does a leap in your chest, but it falls to the bottomless pit deep down your stomach when you realize that he was smiling at her, standing behind you the entire time.
In the presence of your savior, everything will be destroyed. Everything will turn to dust when your eyes open up to see that he is not the person you wanted him to be.
Her sandy blonde hair drapes over her shoulders, like a waterfall of liquid gold caught in the afterglow of the rain. The mild breeze that hang in the air catch a hold of it, twirls it around like in a dance only between the two of them. It flows like velvet through the waves of the ocean, rocks cascading on the surface, white foam washing up to the shore.
His fingers at the nape of her neck, grabbing a fistful of it, delicately and yet passionate as he leans in to mend his lips with hers. The smile on her face, as she rubs her nose against his, is bloody perfect as well.
Her lips are pink and plump, always so ready to get back into the all too familiar harmony they play with his. So ready to fall back into the steady rhythm that they create together, their bodies connected by the hip; always together. Just the two of them, as one organism, one life, one love.
She has those ocean eyes, the kind that can stare into yours for eternity and seem to be able to see deep, deep into your soul. Truly see you and all your secrets, everything you try so hard to keep concealed come spilling to the top when she pulls her tricks on you, a wicked smile pulling on the corners of her lips. They are always looking into his; always shining with the love she holds inside, sparkling like a thousand diamonds caught in the moonlight.
Always for him.
Why did it have to be him? Why did she have to choose him? The one man you were not to fall for, man you were not supposed to see in any other way than a friend. Your teammate, your flat mate, your captain, and yet for what? There is no taking it back now, no resurrections for a fading heart. It has gone beyond the prospect of a passing crush, an overflow of feelings. It is deep and brooding, mad and hopeless.
It is all for him.
You fell for his quirks and talents and all his gifts, his flaws and the mistakes he makes from time to time. You fell for the bright blue eyes he hides behind and the wide smile he use to throw people off. The holy hands of a human god that could turn anyone into a sinner.
Captain America, the golden child, the lion boy who knows how it is like to conquer.
Captain America, the fearless one, the broken boy who knows what it is like to burn.
You never wanted the ridiculous persona, the propaganda and the parades. The real Steven Rogers is what your heart desired, the beaten little boy who grew up in Brooklyn, picking fights with people twice his size; the man who would never stray from one.
The thought that he shares all this and more, explicit details about himself that he will never let anyone see, with her, is unbearable. It is as if a wild beast is trying to claw its way to your trembling heart, only to devour it in one painful bite.
Your insides are but empty, hollow, aching. You tried so hard not to fall in love, you really did, but you only ended up falling harder and harder, and harder.
He is always, always searching for her. Like she always, always search for him. Calling for the other, beckoning them closer and closer until they are once again reunited. His face lights up when his eyes meets hers, when her hands are on him again. It never fails. The glimmer in his eyes, the fire and the light that shines so, so brightly, it always comes back. For her.
The pain that comes from looking into his eyes, the same eyes you spend so much time yearning for, is indescribable. When it is you who is searching for his steel blue eyes and he looks away, it hurts in a way that nothing else ever has.
They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, complementing each other to a fault. They are always around, holding each other, locking lips and caressing the others skin. They are always there, flaunting their love to the world.
He never even saw you.
All the times you said the words that lingered on the tip of your tongue, every time you put your heart on the line, he.never.saw.you. He only ever saw her.
Your melancholy mood hangs over you like a dark cloud, a darkness that consumes you and everything you are. It is like an insatiable fire that burns out all the oxygen in the room, and walls closes in on you, inch by inch.
Some days you are empty, feeling nothing at all and other days you are a channel of streaming emotions, feeling everything all at once and all so suddenly.
That is the thing about love; you will let them get away with murder, even if it is your own.
The endless stream of tears when you are alone, knowing you would never and can never be her is tugging at your heartstrings. That you can never be her in the way he holds her when they kiss, the way he always holds her hand, always. When you hear the fondness in his voice whenever he talks about her, when he smiles because he thinks about her and you just know; you know he is always thinking about her because you are always thinking about him. The sting deep in the roots of your heart when you see that smile, knowing, just knowing that there is no other reason for it, but her.
You never knew what hit you, when you cried yourself to sleep one night, picturing him holding her close, cuddling her to sleep, resting his head in the crook of her neck. It is borderline hilarious knowing that he would never be like that with you, never holding you close to his chest, never miss you, never tell you he loves you.
She is perfect, everything about her is perfect.
But she is not you.
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chef’s knives, part ii
summary: you’re finally used to your job at the avenger’s personal chef. the next thing to tackle is your pesky crush on one james Buchanan barnes
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
words: 1722
trigger warnings: same as before. this time with a date tho!!
notes/other: idk how this is like just over half the word count as part 1 but I promise it’s still good
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Back in the kitchen, you and Natasha turned back to your previous conversation.
It’s insane. Bucky seems to like your food, always leaving notes on your stack of cookbooks in the kitchen on what he wants to eat.
But for some reason, he never wants to spend time with you.
Natasha, Sam, and Steve are the only ones who ever come grocery shopping with you for ingredients, even though you offer to take Bucky every week.
It had begun to take a toll on you, emotionally. Were you not good enough for him? Why doesn’t he like you? Is he just taking pity on you when he eats the food you make him? Does he secretly hate you? Is he trying to convince Tony to fire you?
Nastasha sees it all; both sides of the pining. It’s disgusting, really disgusting.
She sees Bucky’s longful stare. They way he cleans dishes after you’re done cooking. Sometimes asks to help you prep meals.
She also sees the way you always feed him first (with the exception of that pizza a few months ago) and ask him how it is with hungry eyes. You always make what he requests, it doesn’t matter what it is or when he asks for it.
Correction: it’s absolutely and totally disgusting
She had found you, just about to start the brownies.
“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked, trying to remain sweet in her interruption. Don’t get her wrong, she really wants to have a heart-to-heart friend-to-friend girl-to-girl conversation with you, but she also wants some of your amazing brownies. Priorities.
You hummed in lieu of an actual response.
“You need to talk to Bucky. He’s dying, honey. Absolutely dying.”
You stand up and shrug, trying to remain coy. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Natasha rolled her eyes. “Of course you know! You know he’s practically in love with you and it’s killing him because he thinks you don’t like him back!”
You had tried to remain calm at the revelation, attempting to squander the middle schoolgirl in you.
No, you told yourself. You can’t go chasing men. Remember what you told you told yourself when you got accepted into culinary school. Education, then career. Nothing else.
Natasha had sighed deeply. “C’mon. He’s been crying to Steve since you first got here. America’s sweetheart just got fed up with it and told me to talk to you.”
You were starting to get frustrated. “Well, tell Steve to tell Bucky that if he really likes me, he can speak to me himself and ask me on a date like a real man. I’m not twelve anymore, Natasha, I refuse to be dragged around some kind of fangirl.”
You thought that would make her leave you alone, but no. She stuck near you like glue until you fed her baked goods.
Then Bucky had come down, and she gave you a look. Not a regular look, a look. You both knew what it meant, but neither said anything out loud.
It was frustrating! You just wanted him to ask you out.
Was he intimidated by you? Wanting you to make the first move? God, you hate men.
After the debrief ends and you feed them lunch, you’re sitting on your bed, reading.
A soft knock on the door almost gets drowned out by the climax of your book’s plot, but luckily you catch it.
“Come in!” You call, not wanting to get up from your cozy spot. You’ve changed into sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Perfect for disconnecting from the rest of the crazy outside world via novel.
You’re a little taken aback when Bucky opens the door, looking as tired as you.
He steps right into the doorway and you immediately stand up to meet him.
“Hey, you say. It’s soft, breathless. Like you just ran a marathon. “What’s up?”
Bucky looks like he’s about to speak, but he closes his mouth before words can escape.
When he open sit again, all he can get out is “Do you wanna….” before he sighs. He just can never seem to find the right words with you.
You bite your lip, begging him to say something.
He clears his throat and starts again.
“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” His accent seeps through, making the words thick and sweet like syrup.
“Yes, of course,” you say, still breathless.
Bucky wasn’t counting on you saying yes. He expected you to turn him down, and he had a whole game plan for that. Sulk back to his room and eat something made of chocolate...which you made.
Wow, for someone who plans dangerous missions for a living, he’s very bad at this.
“How about tonight, seven pm. Meet me up at the roof?”
You nod. “Yeah, sounds perfect.”
The second Bucky’s out the door, you text in your “Women who deal with too much bullshit” groupchat.
Wanda texts back first.
OMG I’LL BE AT YOUR ROOM IN LIKE FIVE MINUTES
Maria texts second.
Have you decided what ur gonna wear??
Natasha is last, about five minutes later.
I’m bringing you red wine while we outfit plan!!!
For an assassin, Natasha Romanoff really likes giving dating advice.
When they’re finally all together, you commence the mini-mental breakdown you’d been saving for when they all were laying on your bed while you pace around...surrounded by various items of clothing.
“What do I wear? It’s gonna be cold, but I don’t wanna seem like I don’t care, you know? God, what if he thinks I’m trying too hard!”
They all roll their eyes in unison. It’s almost comical. Almost.
“God,” Maria says. “Do you know how much shit I’ve heard about you while Bucky thinks he’s just talking to Steve over comms? I can tell you for a fact that if you were into pet play, he’d be down.”
You and Wanda both cringe, but Natasha perks up.
“Really? That’s far…Wait how does he know what pet play is?” she shakes her head and turns to you. “He really likes you. You’ll be fine!”
You groan. “Knowing Bucky is sexually adventurous is very valuable information. Thank you, Hill,”
She tilts her glass to you as if you say “I gotchu, bud” while you take a deep breath.
“But I still have no idea what to wear!”
Wanda scoffs. “It’s not gonna be windy, just a little chilly. Wear those tall suede chunky heels and that cute pink dress with the deep neckline and the shoulders exposed.”
You crinkle your nose. “But won’t I be cold?”
“Yes,” Wanda says. “But then he’ll give you his jacket.”
“Ahhh” you, Natasha, and Maria all say in unison.
“You’re a genius!” you cry.
“I know,” she replies knowingly.
When 6:55 rolls around, you shoo them off of you.
Your hair and makeup looks flawless, but not too flawless. Like a casual flawless. A flawless that doesn’t try too hard. A flawless that comes naturally. One could say you woke up like this.
You make your way up to the roof, and you almost melt.
It’s a scene out of a 4.5 star romcom: little fairy lights make your pathway to a picnic with your favorite foods. It’s...breathtaking. You barely have time to take it all in before Bucky comes up behind you, encircling his flesh arm around his waist while the metal one holds a bottle of red wine in front of you.
It’s the good stuff, too. The nice stuff. The “I really like you so I’m going to get you tipsy” stuff. The “I stole this from Stark please don’t tell on me I just really like you” stuff.
You gasp and take it in your hands while Bucky guides you to the spot where your food lays.
Once you two sit down and you have a chance to admire the effort he put into the date, you lock eyes.
He seems nervous.
“Do you like it?” he asks.
You take another look around and run your fingers over the soft blanket. “Oh God, how could I not...it looks so pretty out here…”
“Good,” he says, opening the wine. “Don’t want to mess up our first date.”
You smile even wider as he pours you some wine and hands the glass to you.
You hold the glass up. “What should be toast to?’
Bucky places his finger on his chin and taps, mockingly thinking. “How about good health?”
You laugh lightly. “That’s so cliche! What about we toast for each other?”
Bucky smiles. “Sounds good.”
After you toast, the cold night air makes you shiver a little. Bucky immediately places his thick flannel over you, and you make a note to thank Wanda for her good service. Not only did you just get your crush to give up his jacket, but now you also get to see him in a beautiful black t-shirt that leaves little to the imagination.
You two talk the night away. You talk about being in food service, he talks about being an Avenger. You share equally hilarious stories about your jobs, even if Bucky’s seem a little more...dangerous.
It’s hours later when you find yourself falling asleep on Bucky’s chest, his arm draped protectively over you.
He’s still asleep, snoring softly, when you wake up. You wiggle your way so that your face is right next to him and just watch him. He’s so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. You peck him on the cheek before snuggling back into his warm chest to fall asleep again.
In the dark, you don’t see Steve slip Natasha twenty dollars in various types of bills.
“I told you they’d fall asleep on each other,” Natasha chides, counting her bounty.
Steve sighs. “I know, I should have expected this. Now I’m down twenty bucks and I owe Sam another ten for Bucky actually cooking food.”
Natasha tsks. “He can be a real sap when he wants to be. For someone who’s known him since forever, you’re really bad at predicting his future behavior.”
“It’s the love,” Steve says. “Ma says it always changes a man when he’s in love.”
Natasha watches you two cuddles for another moment before responding. “Yeah, especially when that man knows he’s about to get some goodass food out of it.
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Guess who’s back - Montgomery de la Cruz
Request: Can I get a Monty imagine? Where they had a short fling then didn’t see each other all summer. Back at school they see each other again and can’t help but have feelings for each other. Ending fluffy plz
Word count: 1173
Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x reader
Enjoy!
You were finally back home after two months of travelling through Europe. You had seen the most amazing places like Lisbon and Switzerland. Europe was so much cooler than America, they were more laid back and the cities were more beautiful. You were distracted by all the messaged on your phone when you were unpacking. Everybody wanted to know how your trip wen. You decided to answer them another time. You were tired and went to sleep very early. School started again tomorrow and you couldn’t skip class on day one.
Walking in school felt better than you expected. You were so happy to see everybody again. You had to catch up on so much that happened during the summer and everyone wanted to catch up about your Europe trip.
It was lunch time, when you walked in the cafeteria you saw your group of friends sitting together.
“Y/N! here!” Sheri shouted at you. You smiled and walked towards her. With her were Jess and Justin.
After a couple of minutes more people joined your table including Montgomery de la Cruz.
Before you left you had a one night stand with him after a party. Your ride home bailed on you and you didn’t want to wake your parents so you slept at Montgomery’s house. The one led to the other and before you knew it sex happened. Even tho you were a little drunk it was a night you would never want to forget. The things Monty could with his body were thing you’ve never experienced before. You always thought Montgomery was very hot and you thought he was a really nice guy but since you were leaving you decided to let it be. You left not very long after and didn’t hear from him during your trip. You had to admit you missed him more than your other friends but you didn’t give meaning to the feeling.
Montgomery sat next to you. “Well that’s been a long time!” he says while a smile appears on his face. You had to admit you were weak for Montgomery, even more after what happened. You started to blush.
“You look cute like that.” Montgomery whispers in your ear. You smile even more when suddenly you’re interrupted by Jess.
“Come one y/n tell us everything about Europe!”
So you started to tell about the beaches, the cute cities, the delicious food and the sweet people. You felt Montgomery’s eyes burn into your cheeks but you were too shy to look at him.
“And how were the boys?” Sheri asks. You didn’t know how to answer this question. All this time in Europe you didn’t even look at one guy. They weren’t your type and you didn’t feel the need to look at them? You missed someone else way harder there.
“Meh nothing special.” you say.
“Really? No steamy one night stands?” Jess asks
In the corner of your eye you see Montgomery’s jaw clench. Was he getting jealous?
“I’ll have to disappoint you girls, but no no one night stands.”
Before you knew it the bell rang and you had to get back to class. You had biology, not one of your favourites so you decided so sit at the back of the class. Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate. It was a text from Montgomery.
“Can I see you tonight? 8 pm at my place? –M”
“Why? – y/n”
“Don’t ask so much questions, yes or no? –M”
“Well yess, I guess? –y/n”
“Great! –M”
You lightened up completely even tho it was a little weird. What was he planning and why were you feeling so happy? It was just Montgomery, but maybe that was just the thing.
_
“I’m leaving mom! I’ll be home before 11!” you shout while walking out the door and heading over to Monty’s.
You rang when his mom opened the door. you weren’t expecting that.
“Oh hello miss. I’m y/n. I’m here for Montgomery?”
“Of course! Come in, I think he’s still doing some homework but you can go upstairs if you like? He’s room is the second door on your right.”
Montgomery and homework? That’s a strange combination you thought by yourself but you decided to ignore it and just go upstairs.
When you came at the second door you knocked.
“I’m busy mom!” you heard Montgomery scream
“Well it’s not your mom, can I come in?”
Suddenly a wild Monty appears with a big smile. “Sorry! Come in.”
“So now tell me, why did you want to see me? I’ve been thinking about the whole day” you ask.
“I really need to tell you something important y/n..” Monty says quietly.
“So shoot?” you say while getting a little nervous. You were wondering about it all day and every time you send him a question about it he just said he would explain it later.
“Well.. so… here it goes..” Monty stutters out.
“God damn it just say it Mont.”
“Okay okay calm down. So what I was trying to say is.. I love you y/n. Everything that happened that night, it meant so much to me. I felt so good with you but since you left I thought I could forget you but seeing you today everything just came back and-“
You didn’t even listen anymore you just crashed your lips against his. Everything he said described perfectly how you felt the entire time. You missed Montgomery but as more as a friend. He was the reason you didn’t look at other guys in Europe.
“I love you too Montgomery.” You whisper your forehead still touching his.
His face lights up and he picks you up while you wrap your legs around his waist and spins you around..
“I’m so happy you feel the same. At lunch when they asked about other boys I started to feel so jealous. The thought of someone else having you made me crazy so I knew I had to tell you.”
“And I’m happy you did.” You smile at Montgomery before you pull him in for a deep passionate kiss.
After, you laid in bed with him cuddling and watching your favourite series. His grip was strong around your waist. It felt like he would never let go of you. He constantly gave you kisses going from your forehead to your neck. You felt so safe in his arms. this was everything you’ve been wanting for the couple months you just didn’t accept the feelings because you thought he had long forgot about you. You texted your mom letting her know you were sleeping somewhere else because you were slowly falling asleep in Montgomery's arms when suddenly Montgomery started to whisper in your ear.
“y/n?”
“Yes?”
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
“There is nothing I want more in the world right now Montgomery.”
Let me know what you think!
PS I read the requests, but I’m going to answer after I start working on it! xx
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Thanks for the tag, lovely @thecordoniandiaries!
Rules: Go to www.random.org/lists/ and enter 15 of your favorite Choices characters, random sort, then match them to this list. Tag 5 others to play along.
1. Parent: King Liam (HELL NO. THAT'S MY HUSBAND!)
2. Your sibling: Prince Hamid (But that's my other husband!)
3. Your grandparent: Emma from HSS (this could work, although I consider her a younger pixelated me 😂)
4. Haunts you: Alma (Noooo. Bestieee!)
5. Your bf/gf/partner: Raydan Lykel (brb DEAD 💦)
6. Your ex: Kenna Rys (what kind of an idiot lets go of the the Queen of the Five Kingdoms?!)
7. Your best friend: Syphax (best friend with benefits, thanks 🥺)
8. Proposed to you: Logan
9. Your boss: Hayden Young (HR department at work, here we go)
10. Random person you met at the bar: Jaime (HI BABY, IT'S ME, YOUR WIFE/BEST FRIEND!)
11. Your rival: Jax (whelp)
12. Gave you your first kiss: Zig
13. Drunk and singing karaoke with: Sean (I miss him so much 🥺)
14. Played 7 minutes in heaven with: Ash (Just 7? Ugh)
15. Gave you your favourite dessert: Ximena (ofc she did ☺️)
Tagging: @kennaxval, @trr-fangirl, @angelicfangirl, @callmetippytumbles and @ladygrandmother (if you lot wanna!)
Tag Game!
In order to befriend more people in the fandom and meet all the wonderful artists and writers, I’ve decided to play this little game because I found it quite fun 💞
The Rules:
I. Go to this website. www.random.org/lists/
II. Pick your favourite 15 characters from Choices, regardless of their book.
III. Tag five or more people.
IV. Have fun!
[after you have your randomized characters, answer the following questions in the order they were sorted]
mine: Ethan Ramsey (Open Heart) ; Avery Wilshere (Platinum) ; Thomas Mendez (Mother of The Year) ; Marc Antony (A Courtesan of Rome) ; Jen Espinoza (America’s Most Eligible) ; Fiona Sayed (Platinum) ; Hank Hatora (Platinum) ; Malatesta (Endless Summer) ; Kenna Rys (The Crown & The Flame) ; Teresa Martinez (Open Heart) ; Adrian Raines (Bloodbound) ; Ernest Sinclaire (Desire & Decorum) ; Quinn Kelly (Endless Summer) ; Parker Shaw (It Lives Beneath) ; Kane (The Elementalists)
I. Mom/Dad: Parker Shaw
II. Your sibling: Ernest Sinclaire
III. Your Grandma/Grandpa: Thomas Mendez (RIP)
IV. Haunts you: Avery Wilshere (could haunt me any day 😂)
V. Your boyfriend/girlfriend: Ethan Ramsey ( 😏😏 )
VI. Your ex: Jen Espinoza
VII. Your best friend: Hank Hatora
VIII. Proposed to you: Quinn Kelly
IX. Your boss: Marc Antony (not sure whether i should be happy or sad lmao)
X. The random person you met at the bar: Adrian Raines
XI. Your Rival: Malatesta (yo ho ho and a bottle of rum)
XII. Gave you your first kiss: Teresa Martinez
XIII. Drunk and singing karaoke with: Kane (he’d be a nice singer tho)
XIV. Played 7 minutes in heaven with: Fiona Sayed (oh!)
XV. Gave you your favorite dessert: Kenna Rys (knew i loved her for a reason)
i tag: @perriewinklenerdie ; @usuallyamazinglyaverage ; @lilyofchoices ; @isabella-choices ; @mariaoz ; @furiouscloddonutpeanut ; @kittykatchoices ; @lady-kato
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so this is a part 2 to this post x because wow I just have so many headcannons and if anyone would do the pleasure of writing a fic off of it (since I'm a lazy mofo) id greatly appreciate it!!!!
now time to continue my rant:
Marvel Comic Universe / Avengers AU
holy shit yes I just watched Spiderman Homecoming the other day and watched a ton of fmvs on youtube and GIRL IS IN DA FEELS
plus I fricking love superhero movies IGHT
firstly
jimin would be hawkeye bc hawkeye is fit af and he got them great bow and arrow skills and I mean have you seen jiminie’s archery skills like DAMN BOY WE got a Katniss hereeeeeeee also Clint barton is super chill and laid-back and has jimin vibes IN MY OPINION IDEk
jungkook and I know you all want him to be iron man BUT TRUST ME nobody else would make a better Spiderman than jungkook ok just pls trust me on this one. After seeing Spiderman homecoming I just couldn't shake the feeling off with jungkook being spidey cuz jungkook always wants to do his best to impress his elders and be the best he can and always is so giving to others and Spiderman is like that so yea!
namjoon would be doctor strange bc I mean they’re both wise af characters and I just think that they both are awkward and adorable and its just PERf
jIN as captain america bc even tho jin may not be ripped (honestly no offense to bts cuz nobody is as ripped as cap) (maybe Thor) BUT I just think jin stands for the same ideals as cap does and similarly they both hold up the group, are the “oldies” and have these corny jokes that nobody understands and its just gr8
taehyung, oh jesus Lordy, would be deadpool and even though I don’t know much about this character so correct me if you think tae would be someone else, from what I know and Lordy THE EDITS IVE SEEN, taehyung seems like deadpool persona wise and I feel like under all that humor tae rlly does have a kick ass side just like deadpool
Hobie I think would be a great quicksilver like imagine that boy speeding around with his hyper ass self I mean it makes sense ok like seriouslyyy
ok so this one’s hard like idek who yoongi would be in my opinion but imma just give it a shot but maybe ant man? like he's a bit sarcastic and funny like yoongi is but honestly idk guys ! tell me who ya think yoongi should be
Percy Jackson AU
OK I know I already did this bUT I MEAN IT CHARACTER WISE NOW SO LETS GO
jimin would be Percy, as someone who is insecure about himself in the beginning and then grows into a strong leader that everyone admires but at times is still clumsy, loses and is humble I mean come on- that’s jimin guys. plus as I said jimin would def be son of Poseidon so...
hobie would be Leo in my opinion, for obvs reasons, he’s the jokester, the one nobody tends to take seriously but when in the zone and when Hobie knows what he's doing, just like Leo, he kicks ass and astounds everyone
rapmon as annabeth, even tho he's a boy she’s a girl IT DONT MATTER ITS FINE but as I was saying annabeth things logically, there’s always a tactic in her mind when she tries to deal with a problem, just like namjoon and the both of them are head-strong, confident ppl but at times need advice and a shoulder to lean on, which in this case is JIN AKA PIPER
jin would be piper, not only bc he gorgeous and he the son of Aphrodite and shiz but also bc piper is like the momma of the group and she has her charmspeak and gives gr8 advice to the rest of the crew when they need it and I feel like jin is just like that
yoongi would be Nico I mean duh, like as dark and depressing Nico is he also has a bright, brave and snarky side that we see all the time with yoongi and its the gr8est
jungkook and taehyung would be the Stoll twins! Both of em are like partners in crime in their mischievous endeavors and I feel like truly as much as ppl ship them I see them as the greatest of brothers and its heartwarming
Disney Princes AU
jungkook as aladdin bc I mean this boy is the cutest thing, especially around jasmine he's a shy loving fluff ball, just like our kookie would be 100% and just like kookie, aladdin is a lover but when needs to be a fighter to protect his loved ones he will be and jungkook has the biggest heart and biggest dreams just like aladdin does with becoming a prince and being able to live in the palace
OK and ALSO HE WOULD BE Hercules on the low (okay more like highkey) but yes yes you see its perfect I just can't explain it BUT IT IS
ok so don’t shoot me but jimin would be prince eric and its solely based of this picture/ outfit cuz DAYUm x but it doesn't end there both prince eric and jimin are so openminded and compassionate towards what they love its shows in what they do, like jimin and his dancing and eric and ariel
yoongi would be prince Adam aka the BeaSt bc its ob isn't it, they're both cold on the outside but super caring and warmhearted and all it takes is a lil love to bring it out. plus the both of them have been through so much, they truly deserve the world.
taehyung would be Flynn rider, even tho he isn't a prince technically, it works. they're both sarcastic and funny but deep-down their responsible and caring and know right from wrong. they both make mistakes but they fix it along the way, showing true growth.
Hobie would be prince naveen since they're both outgoing, love to danceeee and are always trying to have a great time no matter what but at the same time they both know to get where they wanna go they gotta work hard and they both do that tremendously
namjoon would Shang bc I mean come onnnn guys! He's got that leadership, tough and charming quality about him that just screams Shang like we’ve only seen the clumsy, funny side but we know that when he gets serious that man gets serious and thats why he’s the leader, just like General Shang
jin would be Prince Charming bc he is ofc charming but offhandedly stubborn when he needs to be just like Charming was when he searched the entire kingdom to find his precious cinderella
ALSO SEND ME ANY HEADCANNONS AKA AUs THAT YOU GUYS HAVE CUZ ID LOVE TO READ THEM AND REPLY :)
#bts#bts headcanons#bts au#jimin#jungkook#jhope#jin#rapmon#suga#taehyung#Percy jackson#bts harry potter au#bts disney au#bts marvel au#marvel au#bts scenarios#bts fluff#bts crack#bts funny#bts angst
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100 questions
1. List 5 things you want to do before the year ends.
Get this Tumblr thing going
Start my diet and work out more
Read some more Pieget
Start cleaning
Get more positive
2. What color are you pants right now?
Grey
3. Favorite motivational quote.
“You’re much stronger than you think you are. Trust me.”
4. When was the last time you drank coffee?
Yesterday. It was glorious.
5. What was the last thing you ate?
Ceasar salad
6. Favorite animal.
Bear, wolverine or wolf. Can’t decide
7. Favorite song.
”Short Change Hero” - The Heavy
8. Last movie you watched?
‘’Split’’
9. Any turn ons?
Curves, eyes, tattoos, selfrespect
10. Any turn offs?
Ignorance
11. List 4 big words off of the top of your head.
Hate
Respect
Whole
Future
12. What are some meaningful movies?
”Boondock Saints” (yep), “Kongekabale”, “Pumping iron” and “The Wrestler”.
13. 2 most important people in your life right now?
My mom and brother.
14. What are 3 things you want to do before the month ends?
Cleaning my apartment
Finding some music for my bus rides
Trimming my beard
15. When was the last time you read a good book?
Thursday.
16. How long do you study for usually, if you study?
Hours and hours.
17. Do you have any nicknames?
Kaas and Quark.
18. Favorite kind of perfume? (fruity, alluring, etc.)
Don’t have any to be honest
19. Do you have any international friends / friends who live out of state?
Would’nt call them friends-friends but yeah; America, UK, Iceland and Rumania.
20. What is something unique that you do every single day?
My morning rutine; make breakfast, pack my back and putting on my shoes; right shoe then left.
21. If there was a movie based on your life, what would it be called?
”Through pain and tragedy, he became king”
22. When was the last time you bought a gift for someone?
Over a month ago; bought food and coffee for a friend in need
23. Are you a shopaholic?
Sure, when I have the money for it
24. What are some songs that always make you feel better?
Anything by Mötley Crüe
25. List 3 activities that you can only enjoy by yourself.
Shaving my head
Making wrestling promos
Gaming for more than 3 hours
26. If you could live in any biome (and survive) which biome would you live in?
Somewhere with snow, ice and forest
27. How do you like being roused in the morning?
By a girlfriend: Kiss on the forehead, quick rub and a ‘’good morning’’
Some one else: *Get up, you lazy fuck’’
28. How was your day? What did you do?
It was good, I guess. Played Destiny 2 and listened to my playlist on YT while I wrote this.
29. What did your last text message say?
I cant say that. I have confidentiality because of my work as a childen’s educator (pædagog)
30. Do you respond to texts quickly?
Yes, it happens.
31. Who was the last person you called?
My former foster parents.
32. List 5 things that are on your wish list.
Long sleeved shirts
Tattoo
Beard oil and products
Wrestlemania tickets
More friends. True friends.
33. If you were famous, what do you think you would be famous for?
A loyal anchor.
34. Winter or summer?
Winter.
35. What is a quality that all people should have?
Common sense.
36. If you could have a large collection of one item, what would that item be?
Long sleeved shirts from prowrestlingtees
37. What have you been thinking about lately?
Getting that first tattoo
38. What is the secret to a happy life?
Follow your dreams no matter what.
39. What are some phrases you say often?
”Fair”, “I don’t give a shit”, “Sure, what time?”.
40. Favorite food?
It changes but right now? Tartlets (Tarteletter in danish)
41. List 3 wishes.
Losing weight
A Driver’s License
Finding love
42. What are some of your greatest fears?
Being forgotten
43. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?
Nothing, Mr. Officer...
44. Most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen (in real life)?
Iceland or Azat of Southern France. Or the Alphes. Scotland perhaps...? Fuck.
45. Spicy food:Like or dislike?
Hell yeah
46. Scary movies:Like or dislike?
Sure. Been a horror fan for years
47. Do you like to travel?
Yes. Even tho it can be a pain in the ass
48. Any regrets?
Nope. They made me who i am; a broken, cheery lad
49. Do you like rain?
Love it. Nothing better.
50. What do you spend most of your money on?
Pre-made salads and energy drinks.
51. Would you rather visit the past or the future?
The past. Being a Whoian I would love to see old London and Venice,
52. Favorite clothing store?
’Din Tøjmand’ or ‘Spejder Sport’ for my work clothes.
53. What is the best advice you can give to those who are feeling down?
Depends on the situation but will tell them the truth, always. Letting them know what great things they have already done.
54. How often do you think about your future? Does it scare you?
Read about nihilism the other that and the fact that it made sense in some crazy way, scared me. But no.. Love embracing the unknown.
55. What angers you the most?
When people use fellings instead of facts.
56. When was the last time you got majorly angry?
When I watched “The Punisher” and thinking about the bad treatment of PTSD victims. That and the corruption of the systems
57. When was the last time you got really sad?
When I lost a future with the most wonderful woman because I’m not a christian
58. Are you good at lying?
Can be..
59. What foreign language would you like to learn?
Spanish and japanse
60. How many languages can you speak and what are they?
English (scottish accent too) and danish
61. How often do you go to parties? If you don’t, what do you do instead?
Not often. Prefer a priavte soummering.
62. What books do you plan to read this year?
”Classical and modern educational theories” and “The Explosive child”. And the Lars Ulrich book as well.
63. Do you have breakfast every morning?
Try to, have to. Oatmeal.
64. Tell us a secret.
The secret in a chili is adding some sweet
65. How many concerts have you been to?
33½. Motley Crue and Ozzy Osbourne were crazy
66. Last hug?
Last hug untill next time
67. Who knows you better than anyone else?
My former ex. Not friends anymore tho
68. Baths or showers?
Hot, steamy showers..
69. Do you think you’re ambitious?
Depends on the subject
70. What song is stuck in your head?
Read my favorite song.
71. Countries you’ve visited?
Norway x 5, Sweden x 2, Iceland x 2, Romania x 2, France, Britan, Scotland, Ireland, north and south, Greece, Luxenbourg, Czech republic, Turkey, Germany.
72. What do you most value in your friends?
Loyalty, common sense and being them selves no matter what
73. What helps you to sleep better?
Sex or tea. Fuck it. Both.
74. What is the most money you have ever held in your hand?
11.000 dkr
75. What makes you nervous?
Performing
76. What is the best advice you’ve ever been given?
‘’Bad biscuits make the baker broke, bro’’ - Jake
77. Is it easier to forgive or forget?
Forgive.
78. First mobile phone?
Can’t remember.
79. Strangest dream?
My old foster parents tried to drive through a tornado, so I jumped out of the car and they sang christan songs going into the eye of the thing. I ran to a old house and met a wrestler, Luke Gallows and we bought a bottle of whisky.
80. Best dream?
Eh... Being the king, baby
81. Who is the smartest person you know?
Depends on the subject but one of my oldest friends from bording school.
82. Who is the prettiest person on tumblr?
How the fuck should I know? I’ve just created this thing
83. Do you miss anyone right now?
No. Listing to rock and drinking coffee. I’m good
84. Who do you love? Why?
What is love? (Sorry..)
My mom, brother and best friend.
85. Do you like sharing?
Yep. Strangers or friends, does not matter
86. What was the last picture you took with your phone?
A picture of a model used in Destiny 2 for builds.
87. Is there a reason behind everything that happens?
Sure.
88. Favorite genre of music?
Rock. Metal. Heavy. Trash. Rock n roll, man..
89. If you had one word to describe yourself, what would it be?
Antriot (a sweet idiot)
90. Describe your life in 5 words.
Broken
Awesome
Messy
Honest
Fuck
91. Describe the world in 4 words.
Hate
Love
Liars
World
92. Craziest thing you’ve ever done?
Running in a swimming hall, only wearing a g-string
Falling in love with my best friend.
You pick one
93. First three songs in your favorite playlist?
”Short Change Hero” - The Heavy
”Paranoid” - Ozzy Osbourne/Black Sabbath
”Same Ol’ Situation” - Motley Crue
94. Are you more creative or logical?
Creative.
95. Would you rather lie or hurt someone with the truth?
Hurt someone telling the truth. Soak it up, embrace, move on.
96. What are you most proud of?
When I changed my life, starting at my old boarding school.
No more crime, no more hating, no more darkness.
97. What personality trait do you admire in other people?
Honesty
98. When you imagine yourself as really, really relaxed and happy, what are you doing?
Creating a playlist or preparing a meal
99. How do you usually start a conversation?
‘’What do you think about....’’
100. What is the best news you could hear right now?
“Hey baby, you made it. They’re waiting for you”.
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