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So I know Representation came out today. And any good fan would wait a week before reviewing it as we still have episode 23 to watch.
GOOD THING IM A DEGENERATE
Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 24 Representation
spoilers below
-So as expected, Chloé didnt stay mayor long. But Apparently Ms.Bustier is running for Mayor and might win
-Oh its the Fencing teacher/ guy who was Darkblade. Well clearly Ms.Bustier is going to win
-And Adrien and Kagami are a power couple? But Adrien is watching the news report while they are in London. Something seems VERY off
-Ah, Gabriel is behind it. And Adrien HATES it.
-"By letting your father decide your life and selling your story through a fake narrative as usual." DAMN Plagg holds no punches
-Plagg appologized though.
-Kagami is also pissed about it
-HEY ITS FELIX/ARGOS
-Wait ... is that really my chaotic son? HEARTS ON WINDOWS.
-Thats adorable, WTF
-Okay so THEY got some development.
-Adrien deciding to just say f*** it. He is heading to paris and Telling Marinette he's chat noir!
-Marinette back in paris looks miserable. Poor baby girl. Also its a lovely dress.
-Marinette has been crying. I am going to kill Gabriel
-Marinette being strong for her friends to enjoy this dance. Thats really big of her.
-Unfortunately, Spotlight.
-Wait, how did Argos and Kagami get to Paris BEFORE Astrochat? Unless they left much earlier but even then. My bet is Argos made a sentimonster that would warp them places... but that seems like BS.
-KAGAMI KNOWS MARINETTE IS LADYBUG?! Since perfection. Damn.
-KAGAMI TOLD FELIX!?!?!?! FELIX?!?!?! Okay I am a bit salty about that
-OH S***! THEY KISSED. The Feligami stans are Eating today.
-Felix is dressed like Adrien? Oh I do not like where this seems to be going.
-And Marinette thought she saw Adrien and wants to go after him while her friends are thanking her for everything she's done. Way to ruin a good moment FELIX you ass!
-Side note, WHY is Marinette the only one in a dress? Like its a dance? Why couldnt everyone Have dressed up? Seriously, I know outfit renders are expensive. DID THE KITCHEN COST THAT MUCH?
-Marinette avoiding the Lesbian bee and accidentally interrupting the Bi artist and writer. Sure is Pride month in Paris.
-Okay this is just cruel. Marinette thinks she is having a break down over this. Side note. WHY ISNT ADRIEN ACTUALLY HERE YET? HE IS ASTROCHAT!
-Alya and Nino trying to comfort her. But she aint listening.
-Adrien and Kagami escaped and the parents are pissed
-Oh no Nathalie looks really bad right now. Poor thing. All she can do is watch videos of her true love Emilie
-He took the ring back, guess now that Nathalie is too weak to fight him. Which really brings up the question, WHAT HAPPENED in the last episode that Nathalie took such a turn.
-Gabriel is being a d*** as usual
-Nightormentor sounds like a cool name. And while I thought the color scheme is weird... its probably the best akumatized form Gabriel has taken. Sad but true
-AND OF COURSE RIGHT AS SHE LEAVES ASTROCAT ARRIVES. I know its plot convenience but thats bull s***
-"His father CANT have that much control of him" Oh if only you knew Nino
-And BOOM! Gabriel the bitch agreste arrives
-I am liking Rose so much recently. She is calling out EVERYONE
-So he basically has the powers of Sandboy mixed with Darkerowl
-the guy has the power to make you experience VERY intrusive thoughts. That is evil
-Chat noir is like "Hey ladybug gonna go beat up my father text me later"
-Dude Felix must be an Olympic speed walker
-Marinette is basically being nightormented without that bastard even being here. Felix, Kagami this is just a jerk move.
Duusu: "This is so sad"
Felix: "Dont worry its for Our happy ending"
Duusu: F*** yea lets keep it up
-Oh he made a sentimonster... wait. I know its not human but like a sentimonster MAKING sentimonsters. Feels even more f***ed up
-THEY ARE DOING A F***ING PLAY FOR HER!?
-OH MY GOSH! ITS THE STORY OF EMILIE AND AMELIE!
-Meanwhile, Chat noir is working through his daddy issues.
-Back to the play
-Oh this is interesting.
-Oh and we find out Felix's dad was a rich Cowboy. But also an asshole. (Oh right, this is a French Cartoon, thats why American's suck in this)
-Back to Adrien fighting his father
-This is Cathartic watching Chat noir beat Gabriel's ASS
-HE WAS GOING TO CATACLYSM HIS DAD! Adrien, my boy. Patricide adrien? Well Monarch is still alive, so I guess you think it wouldnt kill him. BTW, Monarch should have had ptsd from that.
-And Chat noir got hit, so his worst fear is... and cuts back to the play
-Oh the twins were infertile. Emilie returned to try and get medical help but still nothing.
-The peacock, that was the sentimonster reference
-Oh so THATS how Gabriel got Gorilla to guard adrien.
-Also yea, any doubt that they arent sentimonsters is dead now.
-ITS CHAT BLANC WITH BLUE HAIR!?
-Oh s*** that is f***ed up.
-"It will end if you give me your miraculous"
-"Take it." ADRIEN NO!
-Oh so thats why Felix's dad was an a**hole. Okay I will give this credit. That is something.
-Welp this explains why Felix might be a sociopath
-Felix revealing why he did what he did
-THE RESISTANCE! COMING IN CLUTCH
-THE TRAY!
-ALYA JUMPED ON HIS BACK.
-They got the akuma in a jar.
-Wait, Chat noir defeated an akuma without Ladybug. (sure he had outside help, but Ladybug has done that too). Good on him
-WELL S*** THAT WAS TRIPPY.
-Felix and Kagami asked for Marinette's help. so was that all the sentimonster doing so? I am lost
-Okay so, I may not LIKE exactly how they went about it. But I cant really hate them for what they did. They are just kids that want to pick someone they trust.
-Oh s***, Ladybug never cast miraculous cure. So Adrien has some perminant trauma from the fight with Nightormentor. He still sees the antichat visions (its not chat blanc, and its just reverse color pallet)
-Chat noir left. before he could tell her. Cause the nightmare messed with him
-WAIT DID TOMOE AND GABRIEL JUST LOCK THEIR CHILDREN IN STERILE ROOMS? WTF!
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Okay! This episode was A LOT.
Well there is no denying Sentimonster theory. Its confirmed. Its done. 100% GUARANTEE NO MONEY BACK.
It did explain a LOT about Felix and Adrien.
So I am still iffy on how it was handled.
Now this DOES NOT justify Felix's Actions. He was still an a**hole. And Kagami shouldnt have told Felix. Marinette is Ladybug. That was NOT her secret to tell.
BUT the play that explained what happened was very well done. It explained a LOT about the Graham de Vanily family and Felix's a**hole father.
I will say that I hated how tortured Marinette was during this. Felix and Kagami could have done something less cruel to lure her there.
I also greatly enjoyed Chat noir vs Nightormentor. very good catharsis and we have Adrien going through some additional mental trauma, inflicted by his father (I wouldnt call it Ironic, more of EXPECTED)
I give it 7.5/10
I will say its the most I have enjoyed the second half of this season since Emotion.
#ml#ml spoilers#gale reviews#miraculous ladybug#ml representation#ml representation spoilers#feligami
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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to the very lovely friends who have relentlessly sifted through tumblr archives to recover them, thank you all so much!! ♡
Elven Blood Is Worth Spilling, Sometimes
- Thranduil is infamous throughout Middle-earth for never putting elf lives at risk if he can prevent it, because to him, the immortal life of an elf is worth more than the life of any other species
- and you, his Queen, are no exception to that, despite the fact you are no elf
- Thranduil has avoided battles, let innocent townsfolk die, in order to preserve the lives of elves
- when you arrived in his life and were made aware of this habit of his, it goes without saying that you were very unhappy
- it caused your first arument with the King, one that he surely lost after you shocked him into silence with a final statement
“One day, something so terrible will happen to someone you cant bear to lose, and you will feel the pain of those you have ignored who have come to you for aid. Thranduil will feel the immortal guilt of a thousand men, because he will provide that help for himself, when he did not extend that same consideration to others.”
- you took your rest in separate chambers that night, because you could not contain your frustration at the man you had married
- all the same, you could not sleep without him, and while he lay anguished in his otherwise empty bed, you roamed the halls of the castle, the moonlight streaming in through the arched windows, causing your skin to glow, and the silk of your dress to act as a hundred mirrors
- you walked to a stream and sat down beside it, allowing your fingertips to dance across the top of the water and transform the image of the moon
- you heard a sniggering laugh, and before you could turn around, a cloth was held against your face, and the sharp inhale from your gasp forced the strange smelling solution into your body, rendering you unconscious
- you awoke with your hands tied to a branch above your head, wearing nothing but your undergarments as the gaggle of orcs surrounding you tore the material of your dress between them. given the value of the jewels decorating that particular gown, and the rich silk that it was made from, it was hardly surprising that the orcs chose to save some for later bargaining endeavors
- they taunted you and poked your body with the sharp edges of their blades, leaving you with a few cuts, but no fatal wounds
- meanwhile, the King felt an imbalance in his heart, something was not quite right, and before he knew it he was searching the castle for you, wanting to make amends with you, regardless of not truly understanding the lesson you were trying to teach him
- however, upon discovering your disappearance, the lesson you were trying to teach him very quickly sunk into his skin
- without a moment to spare, he woke every admirable tracker he knew, and forced his entire army to be ready to leave the kingdom, all in under half an hour
- the orcs had not anticipated that the King would acknowledge your absence so quickly, for they had remained unaware of his blinding fondness for you, and they took very few precautions in hiding themselves from anyone trying to find them
- you kept your expression calm as the orcs continued to provoke you, and when you heard a rustle in the foliage surrounding you, you smiled to yourself
“Well, boys, it has been lovely getting acquainted with you, but Im afraid or conversation is about to end, along with all your lives.”
- and in comes Thranduil on his Elk, charging through the orcs and lifting them off the ground as the elves in the foliage stand, trapping the remaining orcs in a very small circle
- Thranduil instructed that no other elf is allowed to kill an orc that they encountered on this occasion, because it was a personal issue that only he could resolve
- the elves restrained every orc that the King had not already butchered, and with one final sweep of his blade, Thranduil decapitated the monsters that remained
- only then could he allow himself to look at you, because had he done so before, he would have been too overcome to continue his rampage
- Thranduil gazed at you, eyes with filled with such adoration and sorrow as he stared into your soul, taking a few steps towards you before he realised you had been stripped to your undergarments, and the entire elven army could see.
“Turn away now, or your fates will end in the same manner as these retched creatures!” He seethed to the army, who immediately turned their backs on you, but stayed in formation and shielded you both from any other potential dangers.
- you couldnt help but chuckle at this, and the sound of your joy bought a smile to the King’s face, even in those circumstances
- he removed the ropes from your hands and held you close to his armoured chest, but upon remembering his armour, quickly pulled away to discard it so that he could hold you properly
- Thranduil then removed his cloak and wrapped it around your form, shielding you from any pair of eyes that werent his
- you smiled up at him as he looked over your wounds.
“Did you learn your lesson, my love?”
Thranduil nodded frantically.
“Yes, you have opened my eyes.”
“And what do your eyes see?”
“That an elven life is no more or no less valuable than any other, for a length of time to live does not permit the extent of experience in that life. And I would risk any immortal life if it meant you were safe once more.”
- Thranduil helped you up onto the Elk, and the two of you rode with the army back to the castle, with you almost falling asleep against the King’s chest
- as soon as you were home, Thranduil carried you to your shared chambers and laid you down on the bed, gently tending to your wounds, before laying beside you and pulling you back into the safety of his embrace
“I know now that one can live more in lesser years.”
“How is it that you know this?”
“I have lived more with you in our short years together, than I could have ever dreamed of in my previous three thousand years.”
#thranduil#thranduil x reader#thranduil imagine#lord of the rings#x reader#lotr#imagine#imagines#fanfic#fanfiction
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came from your phone case post. beautiful. what's your favorite memory from each of the games?
wow! Thank you so much for the kind words! So, to start answering your question i must admit i have still to play half life and blasphemous, I know what those games are about but obviously I can't give my opinion about those. Serious spoilers for some of the games by the way
Disco Elysium) I absolutely adore this game, best memory? Well, my brother was gifted the 'KIM KITSURAGI: never fuck with Kim Kitsuragi' mug before i played the game and I literally said out loud 'thats the line!' when I first heard it while playing Suzraneity (idk how to spell it sorry). Another moment worth mentioning is the Insuladian Phasmid sequence, the feeling I got from it all was that if the impossibly big stick bug existed in this world destined to collapse and it found meaning to continue to exist despite it all then Harry isn't so doomed.
Outer Wilds) very probably the final voyage, it was the impending sense of dread and joy and sadness and acceptance that got me. Outer wilds is a game that gets more beautiful the more you think about it, I have expanded more of this concept in another post of mine if you wanna hear more.
Pentiment) Andreas confession with the priest in the second act, the fact that he trusted so blindly the one that got him in that mess in the first place is just so aaaah.
Prey) might be basic, but the moment where Morgan breaks the 'window'
Pseudoregalia) the lowly rendered room inside that final door, like it was out of bounds and sybil was never meant to see it.
Hollow knight) mmmh probably the sequence in the lowest part of the map (i forgot the name of it sorry) when you slowly climb your way up with all the other vessels bodies falling down, i think it meant that ghost is just apparently different from his siblings, but in the end they will all fall. They were not the chosen one.
Ori and the blind forest) this game didn't really hit the feels factor, I don't really remember much about it, also i haven't played the other game
Signalis) probably the first time i chose 'continue without saving', really set the mood of the game.
Red dead redemption 2) Charles Châtenay kissing Arthur or the final stand unshaken don't make me choose. Oh! Also the moment in chapter 4 (second mission i think?) where Arthur and Dutch enter a bar and everyone turns to stare at Arthur like they know who he is and what he has done and then they look away because they dont care.
Dead Cells) my first death, probably. Because i cant read and i didnt know it was a rougelike
Dishonored) when corvo said its dishonoring time and dishonored all over the place
The stanley parable (ultra deluxe in this case)) well, it's probably the long and lonesome walk in the desert after the skip button sequence. Just. Not having the narrator around, you know?
Thank you for asking! Btw my first idea was that of drawing random characters, thats why chainsaw man is there
#Signalis#red dead redemption 2#hollow knight#ori and the blind forest#Dishonored#dead cells#disco elysium#outer wilds#Pseudoregalia#pentiment#prey 2017#the stanley parable ultra deluxe
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DONT PUT PROF KENOBI IN MY HEAD. I CANT TAKE IT. I AM CRUSHING ENOUGH AS IT IS NOOOOOOO
Fan, how do you think I feel? I know it's bad for me with a character when I bring in the Professor AU.
But like picture this though. He's often quiet but flirty, reserved but laid back when he's discussing his favorite style of architecture or rococo artist. He doesn't like spending too much time with you because he has a job to do but he can't help not walking over and helping you out with your own research paper when he sees you visibly frustrated at a specific point.
It's torture to be in class because you're always right at the front, smiling at him and taking notes on lectures you really don't need to pay attention to. He likes to make you smile, and he enjoys when you have a question and raise your hand, makes them hard in his pants to know that you're focusing this much on him.
He notices the way some of those younger men try to get your attention during office hours and outside class. He absolutely hates it! Especially when you go to the museum one of the classes and they flock around you like vultures. He hated to do this but he ends up scolding you in front of everyone, says something about not leading side talks. He regrets the words as soon as they're in the air when he sees the way you look down at the floor and apologize, and it's even worse when he sees you back at the office and you bring him coffee to apologize again. He wants to tell you that it's not you but him, but you keep promising him that you won't give disrupt his class again and you won't get sidetracked, and all he hears is how you'll only pay attention to him.
The reason why he sent you to the library is because he's sort of forcing you to do a term paper so you can practice your writing and arguments better, and it's during the quiet moment in that library that he leans down and presses his nose to your hair, rendering you motionless. You say nothing as you press yourself against the bookcase and he pressed behind you impossibly close. He leans down and pushes your hair back, tracing his finger down your neck to your clavicle and pushing your loose sweatshirt along until he has access to your bare shoulder. He goes a step further and pushed down the strap of your bra before leaning down and biting you, licking the heated skin until you arch your back against him and push your ass into the hardness poking at you. He doesn't know what's come over him but all of a sudden, he's grasping your neck and bending you over while he drags his hand across the expanse of your back. He's mesmerized by how easily you melt into his touch and it's only when he hears a faint "P-Professor" that he pulls away and steps back. He's shocked at what just transpired and apologizes several times while tripping over his words before making a run to his office.
He says nothing when you return, even when you bid him a good night and he feels absolutely horrible that he's making you think it's all your fault. But his heart really threatens to give out when he sees you absolutely drenched at the bus stop, and he doesn't give you a chance to deny his offer when he roles down the window and asks you to get in. You try to shake your head but he snaps and bellows a command at you, the effect of his tone and words not going unnoticed by him. You get in and instantly apologize for messing up his expensive car to which he just shakes his head and tells you he doesn't care.
But the rain gets worse, and he can't afford getting in an accident with you so he drives to his place and tells you that you may have to stay for the night because the rain is dangerous and you apologize again for being a burden and an inconvenience and he tells you that you're far from that and it's awkward.
Alright, that's it, this is a wip now.
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Fuck PC Gaming <3
i am so livid i am rage i am anger, i fucking hate pc gaming so much but i cant stop. so, story time. i play star citizen, and it is a very fun game when it works. there is so much to do and there so many cool things when it works. that status of working can change on a major update by major update basis, and it had been a long time since i had problems, until recently. the game is partially computed server side, and the servers will send your client the computed and rendered data so it can stream in the gameworld much better. but it fucking aint happening for me. huge lockups, sub 1fps for extended periods of time, over 2,000ms ping. I could not figure out what was causing it. some days it'd be fine, others it wouldn't. consistently, my game would lock up in crowded areas or at major orbital stations which I encounter every fuckin day for my chosen gameplay path.
so i begin investigating. star citizen has dedicated public facing bug reporting and tracking. NO ONE IS HAVING MY ISSUE. no one. no one single person. so i take to reddit (ew) and some people are reporting problems and saying "oh its the servers". BUT my friends are fine and not having these issues, and I was JUST running the game no problem like two weeks ago, so wtf? I dig into my graphics card's settings, turns out they weren't even set to run at max settings ON A GAMING PC. WHY, ON A GAMING PC, IS EVERYTHING SET TO SAVE POWER AND TURN OFF?!!?!?!? so i enable a bunch of settings that make the grpahics ccrd go oh fuck we playing games now lets fucking go. boot up star citizen. NOTHING HAS CHANGED. but the parts of gameplay that don't stutter run real smooth. progress but not progress I want.
I do a fresh install of the game and gutted its shader caches. see how things fare from a fresh start. and it.. works..? one of the big cities that i spawn in, rendered no problem, some pop in but consistent FPS, I fly up the orbital station, no hitching or lockups, i jump drive out to a further station, some hitching but no lockup or crashes.
AND THEN IT FUCKING RETURNS TO DOGSHIT THE FOLLOWING DAY.
i am at my fucking limits now girlies, i want to bottle flip a fucking armchair into a crowd of people. now a friend has stepped in to help troubleshoot. i am googling such specific terms to try and find whats wrong and all i'm finding are dumb copy-paste clickbait articles providing 'help' or reddit threads where the fucker who had the solution FUCKING DELETED IT. then in a dumbass fucking video thats like "hur dur how to get teh best frames in star game hur dur" they talk about the typical things you turn off to get better frames, xbox game bar, v-sync, windows game mode. and they mention hardware accelerated graphics scheduling. that needs to be on. surely on a gaming pc such settings ar- ITS FUCKING TURNED OFF.
WHAT IS THE POINT OF HAVING ALL OF THIS POWER IF NONE OF IT IS SET TO ACTUALLY WORK. ITS LIKE BUYING A FERRARI BUT NONE OF THE WHEELS ARE ACTUALLY CONNECTED? WHY NOT CONNECT THEM? PCs WERENT MEANT FOR GAMES. THEY'RE SPREADSHEET MACHINES, THEIR FAX HANDLERS, WHY CANT IT JUST DO WHAT SHOULD?!?!
CONSOLES JUST FUCKING WORK. THEY'RE PERFECT BEINGS. DIVINE IN THEIR FLAWS. MY 3DS DOESN'T KNOW ITS PERFECT BUT WHEN IT FEELS THAT CARTRIDGE CLICK INTO PLACE, IT KNOWS ITS PURPOSE AND EXECUTES IT WITHOUT FAIL, WITHOUT FEAR. IT IS BUILT TO DO WHAT IT NEEDS TO DO AND IT DOES SO FUCKING WELL YOU CLAMSHELL LITTLE SHIT I FUCKING LOVE YOU. FUUUUUUCK PC GAMING, FUCK YOU, AND i'll see you later because i want to steal from greedy corps in space with my friends in a buggy ass unfinsihed game
fuck
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Strictly Professional
Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: HUMOR, Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: A slip of the tongue leads Corpse to make an unexpected confession which leads to him getting lectured by his best friend. That’s all you need to know, the rest shall unfold before your eyes.
Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your lovely request! I’m so sorry it’s been so long overdue but here it finally is and I really hope you come across it and read it. If so I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤
I’ve buried my head under my arms, resting it on my desk as my ears are still violated by the hollering coming from my headset. I don’t know what in me snapped out of nowhere or what caused the slip-up, but what matters is that it happened and now I’m in some hot water. I’m practically the soup everyone in this Discord call at the moment will be eating for dinner tonight, getting a real kick at my expense - some even having the audacity to be mad at me over it - ahem, Rae, ahem - but bottom line: I won’t live this down easily.
“Hey everyone! What did I miss?“ Sykkuno, who was running late and missed this entire debacle makes an appearance. If it were any other occasion, I’d be overjoyed to hear he’s finally joining us, but his question of what he had missed renders me only able to cringe and wait for my friends’ next move.
“Sykkuno!“ Rae exclaims ecstatically, “Oh, strap in, imma tell you what you missed...“
“No, you won’t tell him, Rae.“ Toast cuts her off, sounding uncharacteristically serious, especially when taken into account how hard he was laughing just a moment ago, “This is Corpse’s tale to tell, don’t spare him the shame of telling it one more time.“
And just when I thought this fucker would prove himself to be a true friend...
“Oof, this sounds serious...“ Sykkuno says to fill the silence I purposely let linger just so I don’t give these bullies the satisfaction of hearing my embarrassment all over again even though they inevitably will.
“It is...“ I sigh with a heavy heart, hiding my face in the palm of my hand, “It’s really bad and embarrassing and...I’d rather not retell it at all let alone for a second time, but here it goes...“ I inhale as much air as I can as a method of gaining confidence before I start talking, “So you know MGK and I made a song. Yeah well, we’re gonna be making a music video for it and I asked Rae to be in it. Thing is, I wanted to ask Y/N first. Buckle up, this is where it starts going downhill: ok so I went over to their place so we could just chit chat an marathon a few movies like we usually do over the weekends but I also wanted to bring up the whole ‘hey, wanna be in my music video’ thing but didn’t know how. Mind you, we were drinking beers this whole time, might’ve had a few too many actually. Ok, we definitely had a few too many, but back on track: as I was blabbering and stumbling over my words, nervous as all hell and unable to string the simple question inside my head, all Y/N did was tilt their head and smile at me. You know, the odd thing is it was a genuine smile, not a drunken grin like you’d expect from someone on their fourth beer bottle. And then, out of the blue, they had the audacity to hit me with: ‘You’re so cute’ and I just sat there frozen for a few seconds. I mean, my reaction was on point - who wouldn’t react like that if their crush told them they found them cute. Anyway - I was like ‘what?’ and then, out of an even bluer blue, they freaking kissed me. I nearly had a heart attack damn it!“
“And he never asked them to be in the DAYWALKER music video!“ Rae clearly couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“I didn’t get the time! I was out of there in the blink of an eye!“ I bark, feeling my face heating up with embarrassment and regret. God, I should never ask how stupid I can get because I keep surprising myself in the end with just how far my stupidity goes. It’s fucking insane.
“Oh God, poor Y/N.“ Sykkuno sighs, sounding only a tiny bit as though he’s about to laugh. I appreciate his self-control honestly, the rest of these fuckers were dying laughing as though our friends and my crush kissing me and me responding like I had an allergic reaction was the best joke to ever be told.
“Poor Y/N?“ I snap a little, “What about me?“
“Yeah, poor Y/N!“ Rae backs Sykkuno up, “Poor Y/N and poor me for the missed opportunity to me in a music video for a song of one of my best friends with another one of my best friends. Corpse, you better fix this!!“
“How?!“ I’m aware I sound desperate but I seriously wanna fix it just have no idea how to go about it. I mean, if this looney group of nine people over here don’t come up with a plan no one will so not all hope for me is dead just yet. Even if we all had only one braincell we’d still be able to figure it out - I mean, ten braincells ain’t as bad as it sounds. Truth be told, Y/N’s the real brain of the group and they’d most definitely be able to help me - so fuck the irony.
“Call them.“ Sykkuno suggests so casually as though it’s a no-brainer. I’d go as far as to say his nonchalance almost made me laugh. Has he forgotten who he’s talking to?
“No way.“ I turn that down real quick, unable to even imagine the course of that phone call without cringing.
“No, Sykkuno’s right, call them right here right now. Ask them to star in the music video and then swerve the conversation to that kiss.“ Charlie’s suddenly decided to join the torturing being preformed upon me over here.
“What will I even say? I have no idea what to tell them!“ I complain, aware that I sound like a tantrum-throwing toddler but it’s really not my fault.
“Corpse. Corpse dear, listen to me, follow each word I say really carefully, ok?“ Rae asks, her voice now pitched as though she’s addressing an actual child. Yeah, that’s her well-known way of mocking me. “How about you say the actual fucking words. You know: ‘Hey Y/N, MGK and I are making a music video for DAYWALKER, wanna be in it?’“
I sigh, clearly defeated.
I pull out my phone, muttering to the crowd I’m about to speak in front of to be quiet as I put the ringing call on speaker, sweating like a pig the whole time. The room has risen in temperature and this hoodie has thickened, providing more warmth that’s more suffocating than comforting when it’s a hundred degrees outside. Or when I’m about to talk to my crush after THAT incident.
“Hello?“ Y/N’s voice on the other side rips me from my thoughts’ grasp, reminding me I’m on a mission.
“Hey Y/N, what’s up?“ I reply a little too quickly. Not giving them the time to reply with anything, I continue: “Hey Y/N, MGK and I are making a music video for DAYWALKER, wanna be in it?“
DAMN IT WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SAY IT WORD FOR WORD?!?!
“Oh....“ They sound confused - and rightfully so - but then regain their composure finally, “I-I’d love to. Thanks for the opportunity, Corpse. I’m so happy you’ve made it so far. I’d be honored to be in the music video.“
Ok, that’s partial relief. Now - time for the second phase of this plan
“Uh....“ and there goes my whole vocabulary out the window, “You’re welcome.“
“Cool...cool...“ they mutter awkwardly, clearly looking for a way to end the call, “Um, by the way...this is strictly professional, right?“
No! No it’s not! Of course it isn’t! I’ve been head over heels for you for a year now, damn it!
“Of course, o-of course it is. No worries.“ I reply, once again, a little too quickly. Faster than I could’ve prevented it.
“Ok cool...well, text me the details....“ They once again trail off, hoping I’ll catch the hint.
And so I succumb.
“Will do.“ I sigh, “See ya.“
“See ya.“ They reply and hang up.
I’m left there staring at my phone screen with utter self-disappointment and frustration that’s so intense I cannot even express it in any way.
The whole lobby is at a loss of words too - all nine of them astonished by my stupidity.
Fortunately though, Charlie is quick to pull himself together and speak up because God forbid Charlie ever falls speechless, then we’d be SERIOUSLY in danger.
“Corpse. You. Are. The. Biggest. Fucking. Idiot.“
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6 Anti LO Asks
1. im kinda confused, bc for some reason in LO the human race must be younger than the gods, right? but then how was persephone in college (god, remember when she was in college?) for biology? does that mean humans as a species are only a few centuries old? like girl you cant have this be modern and still be following bible creationist ideology when even actual christians dont believe that anymore. the world building and sense of logic and history makes no sense in this.
2. Hades' nose always makes me think about that scene from Family Guy where Cleveland cuts a hole through a safe with Reese Witherspoon's chin.
3. the over-rendered shiny lips with the too big, flat eyeballs with no irises and weirdly shaded, neon skin tones with no difference in hair most of the time is such a strange design choice. its like it wants to realistic but also cartoony at once, so you get this weird uncanny valley middle ground and it just doesnt look good. the early style was also rough (and tbh kinda ugly now that i look back at it) but it at least had nice colors and interesting effects to distract from it, but now ...
4. Persephone and Apollo's story could've honestly been really well written. The two literally mirror each other like how most great protagonists and antagonists do -
They both have controlling, single mothers (I would prefer if we would stop villainizing poor Demeter, but what can we do).
They both have had to work hard to reach ridiculous standards, giving them both many talents.
They are both viewed as perfect and innocent, even though they have a dark side.
But because Rachel has pretty much villainized Apollo to ridiculous levels, and refuses to give us a better idea of where he's coming from, all of these interesting parallels are hard to see and get thrown out the window.
And the r*** plotline? Totally unnecessary. Just have Apollo want to use her to become King and end it there. Rachel has even shown us that there might be some justification in Apollo wanting to take over from Zeus - all of this could've helped make Apollo a three-dimensional villain. But nope.
5. I don't want to start a war here, but I just want to say that as one of the Greek anons that said that Hades was the only one that really hurt Persephone in the myth - when people say that Hades hurt her (and raped her in some interpretations) it's to bring up the point that Hades was made in LO to be better than his myth counterpart, but at the expense of Demeter's character - ruining her relationship with Persephone when it was a very positive one in the myths. It's not to say that Hades was an evil-doer with no redeeming qualities. It's just stating a criticism towards how Demeter is portrayed. At least, that was my interpretation and how I framed it.
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6. (Fast pass mentions) tbh after reading the latest fast pass, it's just become 100% clear that this whole trial bullshit is just Rachel's "Gotcha!!!" To all the antis because it's just "Oh look Thanatos also got it through nepotism" (which he didn't bc child labor isn't nepotism but okay Rachel) and then in the latest fast pass its like "oh she wants to take over because she wants to make heaven for the shades" because she apparently does feel remorse and feel bad for them despite bring so nonchalant about this situation multiple times.
Also apparently Hades is okay with wanting to change how things are done in the Underworld now because God Forbid he and Persephone have a problem in their relationship that lasts more then a single chapter or we get any actual drama during a murder trial.
It used to be kinda fun to critique lore olympus but this whole trial part is just so poorly done and it's clear Rachel has no idea how a court system works anywhere and it's become such a drag, especially with this new "Savior" plot coming in. I know this final part of commentary isn't anything no one else has said yet, but I have no idea what else to say about it, honestly.
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Fenario
Pairing/setting: Reiner Braun x Reader, in Liberio just before Reiner goes to fight in one of the wars.
Prompt: Fenario by Richard Shindell (give it a listen while you read!)
Word Count: 738
Warnings: angst
AN: Hello, my loves! This is a speedy little one shot, but I hope you’ll enjoy. Special thanks to my lovely friends @anlian-aishang @cant-spell-slay-without-lay and @bluebellhairpin for the feedback and encouragement! As always, PLEASE don’t be shy about coming to chat with me in my dms/ask box/reblogs with a squeal, comment, or piece of constructive criticism! Be kind to yourselves and others. ~valkyrie
Easy breathing and restless whistling wind are all that keep you company in the night. The shuddering light of the coals in the fireplace burns your eyes as you stare, unsmiling, into their shifting depths. Your love’s silky hair between your fingers grounds you to the world as you gently scratch and plait and soothe.
He’s so peaceful in sleep, worried forehead lines relaxed and lips slightly parted. He gets this night of rest, of uninterrupted dreams, and you get this night to protect him from the world.
You’re sitting up in bed, his head rested in your lap and arms around your waist, thin blankets tucked around him. It’s heartbreaking, how soft this scene in your little corner of hell is. A lump of coal falls from the fireplace onto the stone hearth, and your eyes follow it, watching for a while as it renders down to ash.
There’s nothing else you can think to do as the night slides by, deceivingly protective in its velvet darkness. You think you finally understand why Ymir made a deal with the Devil; if you could do the same to make this night last forever, you would.
When the last of the glow blinks from the coal, you turn to the window. It’s still only waning moonlight which filters in through rippling glass, but you know there’s not much time left. You take a shuddering breath and trace the curve of your love’s jaw with your thumb, memorizing the feel of scratchy stubble and the dip of a scar. He shifts, nuzzling his face into the pudge of your stomach and your heart flips.
“Shhh,” you soothe and return your hand to his blond hair.
In the morning, he’ll be leaving you, and you’ll be damned if you can’t spend every second until then with him in your arms.
In the morning, you’ll have to wake him, and he’ll leave you cold and aching in your bed.
In the morning, he’ll rub the sleep from his eyes, kiss you desperately, and be brave.
In the morning, he’ll go to war.
It’s always the same when he leaves you: cruel and heartbreaking and hopeless. For the hundredth time since becoming involved with Reiner, you curse the callousness of his circumstances. A child warrior trusted with the weight of an entire war, witness to the capture and death of his friends, doomed to die young. It’s no longer the chest-sucking anguish it had been when you first fell in love, instead settling into your bones as an aching sorrow. You wish, desperately, you could take the burden for him, reach into his soul and pull every last bit of hurt from him, get up in the morning and put on his red armband and march off to war.
Instead, you’re resigned to this soft hell. This quiet waiting.
Words come to you like a prayer, pushing from your throat and into the relentless night.
“Darkness, darkness, bind him to me, hide him in your velvet cloak. Come the dawn, he’ll rise and go a-marching to Fenario.” The familiar lullaby feels reedy and thin in your quivering notes, desperate and irrational. It’s taken on a different meaning since your mother sang it to you in her husky alto. Back then, it lulled you into dreams of everlasting love and romantic sacrifice. Now, you see it for what it is: a woman’s invocation, a plea, a bargain, meant for the witching hour and only the sickle moon to hear.
The next line is whispered into his skin, your head bent low to brush lips against his temple. “Brave my love, but false the King. False his wars, and false his dawn. Damn the grey that gains the sky, damn the sun, the King’s cold eye.”
As though summoned to spite you, the first grey light of dawn breaks through the window. You squeeze your eyes tight against it and curl further into your love, pressing trembling lips to his hairline. You should wake him now - a military man’s day starts at sunrise - but you selfishly hold him several minutes more.
When the glow of the fireplace is no longer brighter than the sunlight, diffuse through clouds, you take a shaky breath, smooth a hand down his broad back, and kiss him awake.
“My love,” you murmur into the shell of his ear over the sound of your splintering heart. “It’s time to wake up.”
#reiner braun x reader#reiner braun fanfic#reiner x reader#aot fanfic#aot x reader#snk fanfic#snk x reader#angst#short fic#fenario#therealvalkyrie#valkyrie writes
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could i get a reader x ururaka where the reader kidnaps her and forcibly 'protects' her by coddling her and keeping her in a soft room with everything she could need and not letting her leave, even if it means restraining, or even injuring her? tysm! i'm really looking forward to seeing your blog grow! (btw if you cant/dont want to write ururaka, midoriya or shinso are also good!) ♡
thank you so much for your kind words!! :D i hope you enjoy, i kind of went for a more somber tone bc i like Angst, so this was moody and fun to write!
warnings: yandere!gn!reader, kidnapping, very mildly graphic mutilation (hands and ankle), drugging mention, very vague vomit mention, angst, best friends to lovers (gone wrong) /s
word count: 1.5 k
note: the scene describing mutilation is sandwiched by two dashes (-), incase u dont want to read it :D
AFTERMATH
The pattering of rain against the kitchen window is loud, accompanied by the sizzle of food on the stove and the distant chatter of news anchors coming from your TV in a domestic cacophony of sounds. It’s a Saturday morning, and it would be a pretty relaxed one if not for the deep pit of dread in your stomach. You had a rough night, to say the least. Trying to keep yourself present, you rub the dark bags under your eyes as you tend your routine of making breakfast every morning. Maybe a meal between the two of you will fix things. You hope so, at least. You tune into the television in an attempt to distract yourself.
“... are still in search for missing Hero, Urav-”
You’re suddenly uninterested, shutting the cable off with haste. Breakfast is as good as finished, anyways.
The house is quiet, save for the rain, and the silence settles as a sickly chill under your skin. Taking your time to ensure your footsteps are quiet, you head towards the door at the end of the hallway. The normally innocuous door frame looms over you and you want to shrink away, go back to a time where things were okay. You place the tray on the small table outside of the room, fishing for the keys in your pocket. There are 3 locks; two require keys, while the other is an opposite facing deadbolt. You make quick work of opening them, daily practice rendering you nimble. With the door open and the keys back in your pocket, you grab the tray and push the door in with your hip, your stomach dropping and your heart fluttering simultaneously at the sight of Uraraka, still sleeping peacefully.
You place the tray on her bedside table gingerly, opening the curtains to her window afterwards. The dim, muddy light wakes her, her form stretching under the plush covers.
“Good morning!” you chirp, over enthusiastic as you sit on the edge of her bed. Her hair is messy, skin splotchy from laying in one place all night (you give her sleeping pills at night, and they tend to keep her in one place). She rubs sleep from her eyes cutely, sighing before speaking to you.
She hums in response. Even when she’s angry, she’s always so polite, sweet enough to offer you any response after what you did to her. Her gentle voice, no matter if she’s laughing or talking or screaming or crying, is music to you. The noise does more to set you at ease than you’d like to admit, her voice like stitches to your wounded heart. You can’t help but smile, warmth spreading over your skin. You love her so much, it’s why you do what you must to keep her safe.
“Did you sleep well?” you ask, as you do everyday, setting up her breakfast in front of her. She’s silent. You expect as much, yet it still stings, and you spare a glance at her to see an expression you can’t quite read and don’t quite like. That’s all it takes for the pit to return, guilt and remorse stirring through your veins. You can only muster offer a soft noise in response, sitting back with your own plate of food. You start first, choosing to focus on the flavor of the food, the softness of the duvet, the rain- anything but the silence.
But it’s so difficult; you want nothing more than to be able to ignore her, to not feel so attached and needy and sorry. She burns so brightly, even when she’s upset, and you’re a moth to the flame, unable to look away for long. You don’t even realize that you’ve scarfed down half of your food, but it’s glaringly apparent when you look to Uraraka’s food to see it untouched, cooling rapidly. You glance at her face yet again, and her forlorn expression prompts you to break the thick silence.
“Does it still hurt?”
She flinches but doesn’t respond, hugging her arms to her chest and turning away from you. The rain is deafening against the window, and you notice you’re not hungry anymore.
“I told you I was sorry,” you say softly, eyes unconsciously darting to the bandages on her hands, trailing down to her legs, obscured by the covers. She continues to ignore you. You can’t take it, you need to hear her say something, anything.
“You know I hate hurting you. I hate it, but you tried to run again. Why? We’ve been doing so good, I thought you were happy! I thought you finally understood! You have everything you need here, and even if you don’t, I can get it for you. I’m not even mad, not anymore, so please just-”
“Just let me leave,” her voice is hoarse, and you can see stray tears trailing down her flushed cheeks, pained eyes trained on your face. You swallow, using all of your willpower to turn away from her gaze. You stand suddenly, taking a deep breath before heading into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid materials you left in there. You make the executive decision that it would be better if that conversation never happened, so you pretend as such when you return to the room, replacing your somber expression with a warm smile.
“Let’s get this cleaned up,” you peel back the covers and take a look at her ankle.
-
Her shin is twisted slightly straightened yet still awkward in angle, absurdly swollen, skin littered with large splotches of wine purple, faded blue, and putrid yellow bruises. It looks like it hurts, and you feel yourself deflate, guilt chewing at your insides yet again. You’d never meant to do this to her, but you had no choice. Last night, while you were cooking dinner, you figured you’d let Uraraka keep you company as you chopped vegetables, seeing as she had been extraordinarily compliant recently. That was a mistake, as you had to act quickly when you heard the screech of the chair pushed back suddenly and the loud stomp of feet against hardwoods. You caught her before she could reach the front door, threw her to the floor, and in your irrational fit of panic you stomped hard, once, twice, three times, over and over until the sickening, dull crunch of bone snapped you out of your frenzy. In all of your time with Uraraka, both pre and post living together, you’d never seen her cry quite like this. Her loud, pained, fearful sobs made your stomach turn, and no matter how hard you tried to console her, she wouldn’t stop, thrashing to get your arms off of her. She couldn’t move far, and so you had to wait and watch her writhe in agony until she tired herself out, chest heaving, face covered in tears and snot and drool. You helped her to her room and quickly wrapped the wound, leaving her alone for the rest of the night. You were unable to sleep, hunched over the toilet for the majority of the early hours due to waves of nausea, crying spells ebbing and flowing.
(The bandages on her hands are different. Ridding her of her quirk was the only way to ensure she’d stay put. You’d had a few drinks, taken the largest kitchen knife you owned, and did what you had to. The wounds were cauterized and healed, but you kept the bandages on so she wouldn’t have to look at the scar tissue where the last ligament of her pinky fingers were missing.)
You clean her ankle, gently caressing the distorted flesh with rubbing alcohol. She returned to her reticence, save for small (cute) pained noises when you pass over a particularly tender spot. You take solace in the moment, cherishing the chance to take care of her.
(When you rewrap the wound, you’re deliberate in doing it incorrectly. It will heal, but it will heal wrong, and then she’ll have to rely on you to get anywhere. The idea is tantalizing, and you suppress a shiver.)
-
“There, all done,” you grin up at her, surprised to find her looking back, expression exhausted but aware, awake. You pack the materials up quickly, climbing back onto the bed. You take note of her breakfast, undoubtedly cold now.
“I can heat that up for you.”
“‘M not hungry.”
That’s that, then. You decide not to push, instead opening your arms in a gesture of peace, knowing how much she loves (tolerates) your cuddles. She gives you a scrutinizing look, before nodding once, the only invitation you get. You move the tray to her bedside table, quickly scooting next to her and wrapping your arms around her gently. She doesn’t quite reciprocate, settling for just leaning against you, but you’ll take anything you can get. Your nerves are set alight, and you vow to yourself that you’ll never hurt her again. You know you did the right thing, keeping her fed and pampered and safe. You’d make up for it, devote yourself to seeing her smile again, even if only once.
“You’re not mad at me, right?” you can’t help but ask, always seeking her approval.
She’s silent. The rain doesn’t stop.
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Small Things (Bakugou x Reader)
Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader
Anon requested: “I have a request! BakugoxFemale Reader. Fluff please! Ok bit o context first, the reader has like a size manipulation quirk but cant really control it. Alrighty here’s the basic idea: so Baku picks a fight with her, The reader is very self conscious and stuff and tries to stop this because she knows its not a good idea. She ends up shrinking herself to 2 inches tall for a few days and has to stay with Baku. He ends up finding out that she likes him, and hijinks ensue, cuz he also likes her uwu.”
Genre: Fluff, slight angst
Word count: 1,959
Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak
a/n: I’m really sorry this came out this late anon 😭 Please forgive me! Passover started this week and I was helping my parents clean house between my online classes, and I had no energy or time to be doing anything, so I’m sorry. I hope you still like this and you’ve been waiting patiently for it! I ended up changing the last part so Bakugou confesses first because that’s the logic that felt right with the characters, and I kept it a little shorter than I intended since I wanted to get this out asap, so I hope that’s okay.
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I want to die of embarrassment, I feel so small. No, seriously, I'm like two inches tall, I'd rather die.
As the rest of the class watches in horror, Denki had to be the idiot who breaks the silence into a fit of laughter. "(Y/n)'s a real midget now!" He's having himself a good time, doubled over like it's the first joke he's heard in his entire life, Sero and Mineta chuckling right next to him. If I hadn't messed up, I would've stormed over and punched them all out.
Unfortunately, mistakes have been made, mistakes I have no control over.
Bakugou had walked into the class in the morning while I was talking with the girls and challenged me to a fight in his cocky, brash manner. I, of course, refused because there's no way I'm facing someone like Bakugou and winning in a fight. My size manipulation quirk could be pretty useful and effective, but I don't have the best control over it. When it comes to shrinking and expanding other objects, I've already mastered it, and I'm great at manipulating my size to be bigger, but I've always refused to practice shrinking myself.
As I stepped backwards, shaking my head violently against his request, he gained each step back on me. "Whaddya mean 'no'?! You're telling me you're afraid?!" Bakugou bellowed.
I finally bumped into the back wall and screwed my eyes shut. "No, I don't want to, just leave me alone," I pleaded feebly.
Bakugou towered over me like a thug, his signature scowl morphed into his face. "Look at you. When you train and you're big, you're such a big baddie! Only when you're in your tiny, normal size, you act like a coward! You're nothing unless you're bigger, is that what you're telling me?! That you're useless and unconfident when you're this height, tiny?!"
I was so embarrassed by his insults. I was hearing exactly everything my thoughts say in silence, but said out loud so I had to face them, and everyone in the room heard them. They all probably think the same thing he does. I felt like crying as I curled into myself against the wall.
When I blinked my eyes open to wipe my tears, the first thing I saw was Bakugou's shoes. That's when I knew I'd messed up.
This is so much worse than being just shy of five feet.
After Kaminari's little chide, my face heats up in shame and a new set of tears starts to form.
"(Y/n)-chan!" Uraraka bends down, shock and sympathy mixed into her eyes. "Are you okay? I can't believe you finally shrank like this!"
I try using my quirk to grow back to normal size, but I can't. "I-I'm stuck," my voice shakes out, more high pitch than before.
She holds out her hand to the ground. I get on and curl up. "Just get me out of here, I've embarrassed myself enough."
"What's going on now?" Aizawa stands at the front of the classroom, arms crossed and aloof as ever. He's one hundred percent done with us at this point.
"(Y/n)-chan shrunk and she can't grow back to normal size, ribbit," Tsuyu explains.
Aizawa locks eyes with the fuming Bakugou in the back. "And I'm guessing you had something to do with that?"
The boy snorts. "How was I supposed to know she would freak out like that?!"
"Well, she's your responsibility now," our teacher orders. "You're gonna have to help her grow back to normal since you made her shrink. In the meantime, you'll have to take care of her needs."
Both of us are less than thrilled about that. Balugou shoots a death glare at me in Uraraka's hand. "Teme..."
Aizawa bristles, his scarf starting to levitate around his shoulders. He doesn't even have to do anything but stare down the boy so he snorts and sits at his desk, grumbling about his fate.
"It's okay, (Y/n)-chan, you can sit at my desk for now," Uraraka beams at me, setting me down on her desk for me to sit.
I bury my face in my hands. How did I get so misfortunate?
Aizawa wasn't kidding when he said Bakugou would take responsibility for me. The boy was forced to copy notes into my notebook after class, study with me, carry my bag, get my lunch, and other things I take for granted being normal size. However, even through all that, I still stayed two inches tall. As such Aizawa used his silent glare to pressure the unruly kid into keeping me in his room for the night just so we can hopefully talk over our differences.
"You better not pull anything weird, you hear me?" Bakugou warns me with a growl.
I'm perched on his shoulder as he walks us to his dorm room. I can't say I'm not nervous being alone with the boy for the first time, I'm not sure if he'll squish me like a bug or throw me out the window first chance he gets. As soon as we enter his room, he puts me down on his bed.
"Don't touch anything until I come back, stay right there," he points an accusing finger at me before grabbing some lounge clothes and heading into his bathroom to change.
I nod my head quickly, scared out of my mind and already on edge. I swing my legs off the end of the bed as I wait, my heart hammering in my small chest. I'm afraid that he'll start throwing more insults at me once we get to talking again, and then I'll end up disappearing into the size of an eyelash. Burying my head in my hands, I quietly groan to myself. I'll never be good at my quirk, will I?
"Why are you crying again?"
I jerk my head up and compose myself, avoiding his eyes. "No reason."
Bakugou rolls his eyes and sighs exasperatedly, kneeling down in front of me to stay level. "If we're gonna talk, you have to look at me at least."
Clasping my hands together on top of my lap, I tap my thumbs together nervously. "I can listen to you fine even if I'm not looking at you," I retort, too soft and unsure for me to sound convincing. If anything, it gives away how nervous I am.
Another annoyed sigh leaves his lips and he aggressively scratch his head. "Fine, I'll just talk then," he grumbles before taking a breath.
I steel myself for his potential yelling, squeezing my eyes closed again like the coward I am.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you, dumbass. I'm sorry I even asked you to fight me in the first place if it made you that nervous."
I relax all my face muscles and ease open my eyes. Bakugou's not looking at me, but I can tell that he means it, even if he still sound aggressive about it.
"I don't know why you'd feel nervous about fighting me when you'd probably kick my ass no question, all you'd really have to do is make yourself bigger and crush me or make an object twice my size and knock me over the head with it, but whatever. I didn't ask you to fight me just to pick on you. I don't pick fights with people I know aren't worth my time.
My stomach stirs. He believes in me? He thinks I can stand against him?
"You're always so confident in your quirk during practice that I didn't think it would be a big deal, so when you were backing down like you were scared, it wasn't right. I thought you were just holding back from me. Until I realized you're actually scared. And then I tried taunting you because I know you're capable of doing better, I thought I could somehow get you to open up and get you fired up to show me otherwise, but I guess it had the opposite effect." He finally looks me hard in the eyes, making me gulp at the intensity they burn with. "I know you need to hear someone say this. You're not weak, you're strong and you can kick anyone ass if you wanted to, whether you're small or big, and I admire that about you."
My breath catches in my throat.
"Yeah, it's better to look all scary when you're bigger, but being smaller has advantages in a fight. You can maneuver better, you have the element of surprise, you can reach places no one else can. You're not nothing without being big, you still have a lot going for you. You don't need to cower in fear just because you're smaller than most people. I know you're self-conscious about your height the way you are, and that's what makes you lean into expanding yourself, but..." His face turns slightly pink and he struggles to get his next words out, finally saying them quickly like he's ripping off a bandage, "I like your height just the way you are."
My heart skips a beat at that. I'm already touched and rendered sheepish by the amount of praise he's showering me with, but the last one is a nail in the coffin. He likes my height.
Before I know it, I'm no longer looking up at him, instead looking down. Holding my hands out in front of me to confirm it's not an illusion, I dart back and forth between them and Bakugou's blank face. It took that kind of sentence from him to put me back to normal, how embarrassing!
"Huh, so that's all it took." I'm more frightened of the smirk growing on his face as he stands and leans over me sitting down on his bed.
I clench my fists and prepare for a world of teasing only for him to place his hand on my head. Instinctively, I look up only for him to lean down and place his lips on my forehead. If my cheeks were pink before, they're certainly rose red now. "It's very hard to kiss your forehead when you're only two inches tall," is the smooth line that rolls off his tongue. "That's another thing I like about your height, it's perfect for me to plant surprise kisses on your head whenever I want."
"B-Bakugou?" I finally summon words, only for them to be this dumb.
His hand slides down from the top of my head to my cheek. "I like you, stupid."
Another throb in my chest.
"I was gonna confess to you somehow at the end of our fight, but you freaked out and ended up the size of Tinker Bell, which was actually cute the way you sat on my shoulder around school for the past few days." His smirk briefly softens into a genuine smile, one that takes me a moment to process in case I was hallucinating it. "Well, I'd rather you give me an answer quickly before you end up shrinking yourself for another week. What's it gonna be?"
My mind still reels over everything he's just admitted to me, overwhelming myself to the point where tears well up in my eyes again. "I don't think you'll like how emotional I am," I rub my face and try to play it off. "It might annoy you after a while."
Bakugou sits down next to me and wipes my eyes with his thumbs gently. "Did I also mention you're the perfect height for to also wipe your tears away like this? I don't believe in that destiny crap, but I think it means something."
With that, I collapse my small body into his chest, my embrace around him providing my answer to his proposal.
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A small continuation of “brainwashed” 👀 a small moment where Scylla helps to calm down Raelle, the first time Raelle attempts to touch her. But her hands start to shake uncontrollably with a bad headache. Scylla comforts her by being forehead to forhead with Raelle and telling her to concentrate on her smell to get her to relax.
haha oops my finger slipped here’s a 1.8k word addendum to this (;
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Raelle still feels like a monster sometimes, Scylla knows. She’s seen moments where Raelle flinches at her own reflection or adamantly avoids looking at it. She’s watched Raelle double and triple-check her pockets and make lists for the smallest of tasks. All things to help herself stay stable; all things recommended to her by her therapist.
Scylla also knows that Raelle tiptoes around her. She treats Scylla like the most delicate of snowflakes on a bright sunny winter day and almost never lets herself touch Scylla the way she wants to. And Scylla understands. She gets that it’s hard and painful and takes time. It’s not like she doesn’t have scars from what happened.
So, she survives on grazing touches and brief hugs, prolonged contact through clothes when they sit close to each other. She lets herself miss Raelle’s kisses and imagines the day that Raelle will finally let herself touch Scylla again. She remembers and relives their first time together, their second time, all the times after that, waking up in the same bed and feeling Raelle’s fingers press hard into her hips.
It’s nothing close to reality, but it’s enough to keep Scylla grounded.
Healing takes time, Tally said once, when she and Scylla were waiting for Izadora to finish helping Raelle with her weekly fixing session. No matter how much you want her to give it to ya.
Scylla giggles at the memory; remembers the way Tally had wiggled her eyebrows and shifted her hips in an attempt to entertain her.
“What’re you laughing at?” Raelle asks, head perking up from looking at the comics in the newspaper in front of her.
They’re settled on the couch in the Bellweather beach estate— a house that’s become a home for the four of them over the past few months. Scylla’s been spacing out, repeatedly reading the same paragraph in some book Abigail gave her for the past ten minutes and intaking none of it, while Raelle’s been going over the Sunday paper.
(Keeping up with current events is a good way to stay present, according to some Fort Salem-assigned brain fixer; but Raelle only ever reads the comics and half-asses the crossword.)
They’re sat by each other’s sides, like usual. Close enough that Raelle’s knee can bump into Scylla’s thigh whenever she shifts.
“Oh, nothing.” Scylla smiles, moving so she’s sitting with her legs crossed and facing Raelle, choosing to give her a tiny bit more distance between them. “Just remembered something Tally said.”
The crinkle the forms between Raelle’s brows is downright endearing.
“What’d she say?” Raelle turns to mirror Scylla’s posture until they’re both facing each other on the couch with their legs crossed.
Scylla weighs her options briefly before remembering that truth is a virtue that she’s been learning to master. Especially when it comes to Raelle.
She takes a small breath and smiles. “Uh. Said that you’re gonna need time and I should be patient about wanting you to touch me until then. Which is absolutely true and I’m willing to wait forev–”
“I do want to touch you.” Raelle says, quickly and all in one breath so that it comes out sounding more like ‘Idowannatouchyou.’
It takes Scylla’s mind a little bit to catch up, deciphering the words that sounded for a brief moment like another language and then unraveling the bundle of emotions that said words have given life to in her chest.
Scylla must spend too long looking at Raelle in wonder, because Raelle’s suddenly beet red and staring down at her hands. They’re trembling, but it’s not the worst that they’ve seen. She’s made a lot of progress.
Raelle presses her palms against her thighs and takes a deep breath.
“I do want to touch you.” She repeats, this time slower. “It’s just. M’nervous.”
The emotions in Scylla’s chest melt into something soft and sad and full of love. She scoots herself a little closer to Raelle —slowly, of course— and holds a hand out, palm up, and waits.
Raelle looks from Scylla’s face to her palm, recognizes the offer and places her own palm by it.
Scylla traces a familiar ‘S’ and watches its twin bloom in Raelle’s palm. She lets it fade slowly before grazing her pinky along the side of Raelle’s hand and very slowly brings her own hand against Raelle’s.
The tremors are smaller now, but Scylla’s focusing on the touch of Raelle’s hand against hers. The pads of her fingers pressed against the base of Scylla’s palm and the warmth of Raelle’s own palm radiating against her fingers.
Scylla shifts ever closer until their knees bump and stay touching. She’s watching Raelle’s face to tell for any telltale signs of the need to run and finds only concentration.
Raelle’s taking slow but shaky breaths, eyebrows furrowed with her jaw tensing and untensing. For a moment, Scylla considers pulling back. But she knows that would upset Raelle; it would launch her into a cycle of blaming herself for not healing fast enough.
“Is this okay?” She asks instead.
Raelle’s nod is hurried. “Yeah, it’s good.”
She presses forward some more, leaning so that her forehead bumps lightly against Raelle’s. She can feel Raelle’s unsteady breaths and the tension in her temples. Her hands are starting to shake more despite how hard Raelle is staring at them.
“Hey, focus on me, yeah?”
Raelle swallows and stays silent, clenches her eyes closed in that way she does when the headaches start to pick up.
Scylla takes her hands in her own, fully now, lacing their fingers together and letting Raelle manage the tightness of the grasp. It’s slow and careful, but Raelle holds on tightly while Scylla rubs gentle circles against Raelle’s thumb with her own.
“I love you.” Scylla whispers. “I love you and I’m real and you won’t hurt me.”
Raelle’s breath catches at that and her eyes open for a split second before slamming shut again, tighter as she tries to push away memories of cold bodies and betrayal and violence unbecoming.
Scylla backtracks. She brings Raelle’s hands up to her lips and presses soft kisses to her fingers.
“Stay with me.”
Raelle swallows and nods, eyes closed and hands clenched around Scylla’s.
“Do you hear the ocean?”
A nod.
There’s a window open somewhere, letting in the sound of the Atlantic’s waves crashing against the shore.
“Can you feel my hands?”
Another nod, hesitant.
They sit in silence like that, hands together and pressed as close as Raelle’s nerves will let them. Minutes tick by and Scylla’s lost in the warmth of being so close to Raelle. She finds that she’d be okay if they just stayed like this for the rest of forever.
Raelle’s voice is quiet when she finally speaks. “You smell nice.”
Scylla can’t help the small laugh that bubbles out of her; can’t explain the tears that spring forth from her eyes or the way her chest tightens with incomprehensible affection.
“New shampoo.” She supplies in what she hopes to be an easy fashion.
Another minute passes and Raelle’s hands have stilled and her breathing is slower, calmer.
When Raelle speaks again, it’s with a new kind of nervousness. Something more innocent, less rooted in fear.
“Can I kiss you?”
Scylla would scold herself for nodding like an eager teenager if she weren’t already tilting her lips and catching Raelle’s between them.
It’s slow and careful, like Raelle’s learning how to kiss Scylla for the first time. It’s so polarizing and different from the first time they ever kissed that Scylla’s brain is doing looping circles. She’s trying to remember this moment, seal the way Raelle’s breath catches when their lips meet as a gasping rush of hot breath pushes itself past her own. Just in case Raelle needs to pull away for space again.
Scylla tries to memorize every push and pull; to be slow and careful instead of giving in to the base need for Raelle that lives inside of her. Of course, her body wins out—like it always does—to the feeling of Raelle against her, dropping her hands to pull Scylla onto her lap with a whispered, “Is this okay?”
Which, yes, yes it very much is okay for Scylla but she just has to check with, “Is this okay for you?”
Raelle’s hasty nod bumps her nose against Scylla’s and draws twin laughter from both of them before they meet in another kiss. Still slow and careful, but deeper this time as Raelle’s fingers spread across the small of Scylla’s back and press firmly while she gives an exploratory lick into Scylla’s mouth.
And gods after months of grazing touches and second-long hugs, Scylla thinks she might melt under the heat of Raelle’s kiss.
Slow and shy has given way to greedy want; Raelle’s hands grasp tightly against the back of Scylla’s shirt and they’re properly pressed together now. Scylla can feel the hard lines of Raelle’s muscles through her shirt, lean and lithe and so fucking unfair.
She can’t stop the borderline-sinful groan that escapes her when Raelle cants her hips up instinctively to press deeper into the kiss. She’s humming. Her body’s pounding in time with her heart in a way that she can feel the desperate beat in her fingertips.
And then Raelle pulls away, eyes clouded but worried and careful.
“Are you okay?”
Scylla’s breathless, confounded at how kisses could render her body into a mess of pulses and need. But she manages the nod and smiles, drawing slow breaths of oxygen into her grateful lungs.
“Sorry, that…” she huffs a small laugh, “wasn’t what I was planning, I promise.”
Raelle has fallen quiet again, pulling her bottom lip (kiss-swollen and so so tempting) between her teeth and sucking on it for a second.
“I’m sorry if I rushed—” Raelle starts.
“No!” Scylla cuts her off, hands coming to rest on Raelle’s shoulders as she shakes her head. “No, no, it’s okay. I’m okay. Are you?”
Raelle draws her lip back between her teeth and bites, her brows furrow but her eyes never leave Scylla’s.
Scylla immediately shifts when Raelle doesn’t answer, already moving to climb off her lap, but is stopped when Raelle’s hands grip and pull her back against her.
“No, I’m—” Raelle husks, “Please stay?”
All Scylla can do is nod, eyes scanning Raelle’s face for signs, anything that’ll tell her what to do.
She smiles softly, brings one of Raelle’s hands up from her hip to her lips and presses a soft kiss to her knuckles. Her other hand finds its way to Raelle’s face, brushes carefully along the jagged scar on her cheek while Raelle leans into it.
“Slower?” Scylla asks.
Raelle nods, eyes fluttering closed. “Thank you.”
Their calm is disturbed by the sound of the front door opening and closing followed by the footsteps of the only two people it could be approaching the living room.
Scylla can’t even bring herself to move off of Raelle, it’s too warm and comfy, so she just braces for what comes next.
“It’s about damn time.” Comes Abigail’s voice as she falls backwards onto an armchair opposite them.
“Abigail!” Tally scolds, trailing in after her while shedding her jacket. She turns to Scylla and Raelle (who’s adamantly staring at Scylla’s collarbones instead of paying attention to her unit mates) with a smile, “Congrats, you two.”
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Hi! Do you think you could write something about being Scott Lang’s other daughter and dating peter?? Thank youu
Like Father
Pairing: Peter Parker x Lang!reader
Synopsis: “You see your dad shrink down to the size of a thumb tack and ride on the back of an ant and you think, “hm, that’s the grossest thing I’ll ever see.” And that this happens.” You gestured to the mess in dismay, noticing something shiny on Peters wrist. “Are you guys handcuffed together!?”
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“Baby sitters here!” You called upon hearing the doorbell ring, despite being the one closest to the door. You refused to answer to door when people rang it out of silent protest for your dad making the doorbell chime “La Cucaracha”. It embarrassed you every time. Every damn time.
“Let it ring again!” Your dad called from his makeshift lab in the basement. “I want to hear those sweet tunes.”
“I’m going to answer it, just so you cant hear those sweet tunes.” You yelled back as you opened the door.
“Hey Mr. Pym.” You said, expecting to see Hank Pym, Cassie’s usual baby sitter. Instead, a complete stranger in a hood stood in your doorway. He gave you an awkward smile as he stood there, shivering in the rain. “Oh. You’re not Hank.”
“Sorry to disappoint.” The stranger said in a voice much higher than you’d think he’d be carrying considering his broad shoulders and strong demeanor. “I’m here to babysit Cassie. C-could I please come in?” He asked, still shaking from the cold.
“Oh, yeah, sorry.” You said sheepishly as you opened the door for him to walk in your house. He took a step inside and gently shook off the rain drops from his coat. “Here, let me take your coat.”
You slid the damp raincoat off the strangers and hung it up on the rack next to the door. Once his hood was off, you could see the stranger more clearly. He was young, probably around your age or older. There were incandescent rain drops clinging to his tousled brown hair that reflected off the lights on the ceiling. He wore a wool sweater that looked like someone’s grandmother knit over a button down top. He was undeniably cute, in a nerdy kind of way. You became unexpectedly aware of your appearance, pulling down your skirt and pulling up your top. You were planning on going to a party and never normally dressed up. You didn’t want to leave this stranger with the wrong impression of you in case this was the last time you saw him.
“I see you fell for my reverse psychology to open the door.” Your dad said triumphantly as he came up the basement stairs. “Peter, you remember my daughter.”
“Uh, no actually.” You said, never taking your eyes off of Peter, who was giving you the same wistful look. You racked your brain for where you’d met this handsome stranger, but you came up empty. “We’ve never met.”
“Oh, you’ve never met Peter?” Your dad asked you, leaning against the doorway. You shook your head no. “Even better. You opened it for a complete stranger.”
A completely adorable stranger, you thought.
“I’m Peter by the way.” Peter awkwardly stuck his hand out for you to shake. “Peter Parker.”
“Y/n.” You said as you took his hand. “Y/n Lang.”
A bashful smile dressed his lips. If you thought he was cute before, he was even cuter with a grin.
“Mr. Lang, you never told me you me you had a second daughter.” Peter shifted his backpack on his shoulder and looked almost offended at your dad.
“I don’t like to give to much information anyway.” Scott shrugged and folded his arms. “I’m a very private man.”
“Since when?” You snorted. “You shouted your phone number out the window of your car the other day because some guy let you come into his lane.”
“Well, some guy was very nice and I wanted to thank him. And if it weren’t for some guy, you wouldn’t have gotten to school on time.” Your dad was heavy with the sarcasm, as usual.
“Well maybe you should take some guy out on a date tonight instead of Hope. I’m sure she’d love that.” You dished his sarcasm right back as Peter let out a laugh.
“You’re funny.” Peter said as he scratched behind his ear. Your dad looked surprised, then smug, at Peters sudden declaration. You, on the other hand, were throughly blushing and remained silent, not even giving him a thank you.
“Like father, like daughter.” Scott remarked, unblind to the connection forming between you and Peter. He knew his daughter well enough to know when she was crushing. You were witty and quick, and never one to be rendered speechless. After all, you were your father’s daughter. But here you were, standing in front of Peter, and not saying a word.
“Well, I’d hate to keep Hope waiting. She’s a truly hideous woman and doesn’t go out on dates often.” Scott rubbed his hands together and looked around for laughs at his joke. You did nothing but roll your eyes and toss him his keys. Peter, not knowing your father well enough to know he was never serious, looked horrified.
“He’s kidding.” You quickly assured Peter. “He worships Hope like the sun.”
“Yes I do.” Scott clapped his hands, proud as ever. Cassie suddenly came into the room and ran into Scott’s arms.
“Bye Daddy.” She said, giving him a hug.
“Bye pumpkin.” Scott kissed her cheeks and set her down. “Ready to go, Y/n?”
You looked between your dad and Peter. You had two options. Go to a fun party with your friends after a stressful week at school, or stay home with your little sister and a total stranger. The choice was obvious.
“I actually think I’m skip the party.” You said, much to Peters surprise, but not surprising your dad at all. He saw it coming the moment Peter walked through the door. “I think I’ll just hang out with Cassie tonight.”
“And Peter?” Your dad asked with a wicked grin. You gave him an angry look.
“Yeah.” You said, staring your dad down. “And Peter.”
When Peter was distracted with adjusting Cassie’s fairy wings, you and your dad got in a silent fight. He made kissy faces and dreamy eyes at Peter while you mouthed “shut up!” and hit him on the arm. When Peter looked up, you and Scott cleared your throats and leaned against opposite sides of the doorway, pretending nothing happened.
“Well, I best be going.” Scott said, shooting you a wink. “Wouldn’t want to interrupt anything.”
“Okay, bye dad!” You yelled as you pushed him out the door. Scott left and got in his car, yelling something about how Teen Mom 2 was already cast.
You locked the front door and turned to Peter. To your surprise, he had Cassie in his arms, who had her arms comfortably around his neck. They were giggling quietly among themselves.
“Oh.” You blinked at the sight. “I didn’t realize you two knew each other.”
“I’ve babysat her a few times.” Peter told you as he fixed Cassie’s tilted crown. “Whenever Hank can’t make it.”
“I never knew that.” You said, feeling dumb for being the only Lang who wasn’t buddies with Peter Parker.
“Because you’re never home.” Cassie said, kind of sadly. You didn’t expect her answer to be what it was. Sure, she wasn’t wrong. But you didn’t think your after school activities and hang outs with friends had an effect on your little sister.
“I’m home now.” You told her, feeling guilty for not realizing until this moment that your little sister missed you. “And I want I hang out with you guys.”
“Really?” Peter asked, a gleam of hope in his pretty brown eyes.
“If that’s okay.” You offered.
“Yay, Y/n!” Cassie held up her little arms in triumph.
“I guess it’s okay.” Peter laughed at her reaction.
“Great.” You smiled, feeling surprisingly exciting for the night ahead. “Let me go change.”
You went up to your room and stripped out of your party clothes. You opted for a big Captain America shirt that your dad brought you after the battle at the airport and some soft sleep shorts. You wiped off your makeup and put on some light mascara and tinted lip balm. You judged your appearance in the mirror, decided you liked it, and went downstairs.
When you came down the stairs, Peter was running around the room with Cassie in his arms. Her fairy wings were on and her arms were out, Buzz Lightyear style. Peter was making plane sounds as he jumped over furniture. You didn’t make your presence known just yet. You wanted to watch how sweet Peter was with your little sister for a minute more.
“Peter.” Cassie giggled. “I’m not an airplane. I’m a fairy.”
“Well what sounds do fairies make?” Peter played along.
“I heard that they sound like wind chimes.” You said with a smile. Peter stopped spinning around and smiled sheepishly at you.
“Oh, sorry.” He apologized. “She likes it when we do this.”
“Don’t apologize.” You told him, walking further into the living room. “You’re good with kids.”
“I’m good with my favorite kid.” Peter set Cassie down, gave her a fist bump and wandered into the kitchen. It made you wonder how many times he’d been in your house without your knowledge. “How about we make your favorite brownies, princess?”
“Brownies!” Cassie cheered, getting the mix out of the pantry. Hearing him call her “princess” tugged at your heart strings. He was being a better sibling to Cassie than you had been lately. That stopped tonight. You helped Cassie and Peter mix the batter and spoon it into a pan. He helped Cassie crack some eggs and add in the vanilla.
“Alright miss.” You said once the oven was preheated and ready to go. “You’ve been a great help but you can’t use the oven. Peter and I got this part.”
“I’m gonna wait in my room.” Cassie told you before scurrying away, leaving you alone in the kitchen with Peter. He popped the brownies in the oven and immediately got to work cleaning the mess you’d made along the way.
“You don’t have to do that.” You told Peter as he put the ingredients you used back in the fridge. “We can leave it for my dad to clean when he gets back. Cassie and I are very good daughters in that way.”
“Its no trouble.” Peter told you as he wiped the counter top of any stray crumbs. “I like your dad. I’m happy to help him out.”
“You do?” You asked in shock. How could a smart guy like Peter like your butthead father?
“Yeah.” Peter laughed at the disgusted face you hadn’t realized you were making. “He’s funny.”
“Funny looking.” You replied.
“I see where you get it from.” Peter said playfully, untying his apron and putting it back in the drawer.
“People say we’re alike, but I don’t see it. My dads a little nuts.” You admitted with a proud smile. “He’s kinda like a sentient roomba.”
“I would love for you to explain further.” Peter chuckled as you picked up a rag to help him clean.
“Like, he means well, but all he does is clean and bump into things.” You said as you hit your hip on the corner of the table.
“Like father, like daughter.” Peter commented as you doubled over in pain.
“Speaking of my father, how do you guys know each other?” You asked, rubbing your sore hip.
“We met in Berlin a few years ago.” Peter said casually.
“Oh.” You nodded. “Wait, you were in Berlin? At the battle at the airport?”
“Yeah, uh, I’m…Spider-Man.” Peter stammered. He wondered why he even bothered wearing a mask these days if he did nothing to keep his identity a secret.
“So you’re the one who made my dad fall over like he was in Guilliver’s Travels?” You recalled the story your dad told you, which involved him growing really big and Spider-Man wrapping “something sticky” around his huge legs.
“It’s um, The Empire Strikes back, actually.” Peter reluctantly corrected you, not wanting to seem like a smart ass. “And he’s totally cool with that now. He knows I had to do to to impress Mr. Stark.”
“So you’re like a full blown Avenger?” You asked coyly, knowing Peter wasn’t the type to brag.
“Yeah, basically.” Peter nodded in a higher voice than usual. “Mr. Stark recruited me for that fight and I’ve been working with him ever since. He basically became like a father to me since…” Peter trailed off and looked embarrassed for a second.
“Since?” You asked, trying to meet his gaze, which was glued to the floor.
“Nothing. He’s just like a father to me. That’s all.” Peter finished. You knew not to press the topic any further. Peter looked up at you graciously for understanding.
The ding from the oven pulled Peters attention from you. You watched him curiously now that he had a new air of mystery around him. He knew exactly where your oven mitts were and slipped them on. He took them out as Cassie came bounding into the room.
“Are they ready?” She bounced up and down, trying just to see into the pan.
“They’re a little burnt, but they’re ready.” Peter told her. He bent down so she could see how they came out. You admired how gentle he was with her, keeping the pan away from her so she couldn’t burn her fingers.
“They’re so ugly.” Cassie said with wide eyes. “I love them!”
After eating too many brownies and wiping Cassie’s face with a warm towel, Peter suggested another activity.
“How about some makeup?” Peter asked as he put the dishes in the sink.
He’s washing the dishes, you thought, he’s perfect.
You watched Peter with a sly smile. He was being so domestic and wholesome that your heart melted.
“Cassie’s too young for makeup.” You suddenly realized what Peter had said.
“Not for her.” Peter laughed as he dried a plate and put it in the correct spot in your cabinet. “For me.”
“Follow us.” Cassie commanded as she lead you and Peter by the hand into her room. She got out her Claire’s makeup set and sat Peter down in her rolling pink chair. He sat down like he’d done it a million times before. You just stood by and watched as Cassie smeared shimmering purple eyeshadow to Peters eyelids. He was so compliant, staying perfectly still as she poked and prodded at his face.
“Shoot.” Cassie said as she finger painted orange blush to Peters cheeks. “I left your tiara in the basement.”
“Well I simply can’t go out like this.” Peter pretended to be insulted as he gestured to his outfit. Cassie giggled with delight.
“I’ll be right back. Y/n, can you put his lip gloss on?” Cassie asked as she crossed the room and went out the door.
“Sure.” You called as Cassie ran out of the room. She had been standing on a stool to apply Peters makeup, but you didn’t need the stool. You couldn’t get to his lips from where you were standing. You tried to go in from several different angles, but you could never reach. Finally, you straddled Peters lap and looked up at him shyly, lip gloss tube in hand. Peter hesitantly rested his hand on your legs with a feather light touch.
“So, uh,” you smiled nervously at him, which he returned. “Or you a Cherry Red kinda girl or a Princess Pink?”
Peter laughed, fanning your face with his minty breath. “Princess Pink. Cherry Red would clash with my blush.”
You tapped the tube against the heel of your hand and twisted the cap off.
“Pucker up.” You instructed. You absentmindedly puckered your own lips as you applied the sparkly gloss to Peters lips. He kept his eyes trained on you as you lathered it on. You were so close. Close enough for him to smell your perfume.
“What’s that perfume you’re wearing?” Peter asked without moving his lips. You were concentrating pretty hard for someone using Claire’s lip gloss.
“Why?” You laughed softly. “You want some?”
“I just want to know the name.” Peter smiled, careful not to mess up your work. Though you didn’t have to be, you were both speaking quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence.
“I’m not sure. I’m think it’s one of those dumb ones like “Midnight at the Beach.” As if anyone knows what a midnight at the beach smells like.” You answered him. Peter took a whiff of the air. Your air.
“Midsummer Bay Breeze.” Peter suddenly identified after racking his brain. “My mother used to wear it.”
“Used too?” You asked, wiping off some excess gloss with your thumbnail.
“She and my father died when I was young. I live with my Aunt now.” Peter confessed. You set the tube down and looked at him seriously.
“I’m so sorry.” You told him, squeezing his hand. “You didn’t tell me that before.” He’d begun to tell you before when you had been talking about Mr. Stark, but he stopped himself.
“I didn’t want to scare you away.” Peter said honestly.
“What changed your mind?” You asked curiously, still in a hushed tone.
“You weren’t sitting on my lap before.” Peter said with a sly smirk. You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes.
“Is it okay?” You asked his cautiously, treading the water. “That I’m sitting there now?”
“It’s more than okay.” Peter tilted his chin upwards, his lips grazing yours as his breath fanned your face once more. You stayed like that for a minute, just breathing each other in. The scent from his sticky gloss wafted into your nose, causing you to smile.
“Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to lie to my diary tonight?” You whispered when he was taking to long, making you more and more anxious with every passing second.
“You keep a diary?” Peter teased, reaching his chin even higher.
“You keep talking.” You didn’t let him get another word in as you pressed your lips to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He moved his hands to your waist and kept them there, in true gentleman fashion.
“Ugh.” Peter giggled, when you pulled away breathlessly. “You totally messed up my lip gloss.”
“I found it!” Cassie burst into the room with a purple, feathery tiara in her hands. You wiped Peters lip gloss off your mouth quickly and got off his lap.
“Thank goodness.” Peter said, snapping out of his love struck daze. “My outfit was incomplete without it.” He took the tiara from her hands and put it on his head. He turned to you after taking a look in the mirror.
“How do I look?” He asked you with a cheeky grin. Cassie looked between him and you thoughtfully.
“Like a million dollars.” You told him, clasping your hands together and resting your chin on them.
“I feel like it too.” Peter smiled, his smeared lip gloss glistening in the light.
“You’re terrible at putting on lip gloss.” Cassie suddenly spoke up. “You got it all over Peters mouth.”
Needless to say, your diary heard all about it.
But that was eight months ago.
“What the hell is this?” You stopped in your tracks when you walked in on Peter doing the unthinkable.
“We’re doing magic together!” Your dad cheered. There were about four decks of cards scattered around the room like confetti. They were sticking out of your dads pockets, Peters sleeves, and you were pretty sure there was one stuck to the ceiling.
“I can see that.” You grumbled angrily. “Why?”
“We’re magic buddies.” Scott replied with a shrug as he pulled a long, colored handkerchief out of Peters shirt pocket.
“You see your dad shrink down to the size of a thumb tack and ride on the back of an ant and you think “hm, that’s the grossest thing I’ll ever see.” And that this happens.” You gestured to the mess in dismay, noticing something shiny on Peters wrist. “Are you guys handcuffed together?”
“One of the magic tricks didn’t go as planned.” Peter told you timidly. You groaned loudly and stamped your foot.
“This is like the worlds worst reboot of A Bugs Life.” You complained. “I’ve seen a five foot tall ant in our shower, and somehow, you handcuffed to my boyfriend is worse.”
“Technically, your boyfriend is handcuffed to me.” Scott sassed you.
“That’s just not true at all.” You deadpanned.
“Yes it is.” Scott taunted. “Because I have the key.”
“Then use it!” You exclaimed, growing frustrated.
“That’s a great idea.” Scott realized. “I didn’t even think of that.”
Scott took a small metal key out of his pocket and unbuckled the hand cuffs. Peter slid out and went over to you, giving you a kiss hello.
“I won’t do magic with your dad anymore if it bothers you that much.” Peter said with a grin, knowing damn well he’d still be doing magic with your dad. “But I do have something to show you.”
Peter pulled out a magic wand and held it up for you to see. He shook the wand, making it turn into a single rose.
“Aw.” You said as you took the rose. “I didn’t hate that as much as I thought I would.”
“Thanks.” Peter smiled. “Your dad taught me.”
“And now I hate it.” You said sarcastically.
“Fine.” Peter agreed. “What about this?” He pulled a card out from behind your ear and handed it to you with a cheeky grin. You took the card skeptically and looked at it.
“The Queen of Hearts.” Peter said softly, in a more serious tone. “Because you’re the Queen of my heart.”
You took the card with a small smirk, hating how much you adored the trick.
“You’re lucky I love you, Parker.”
“I already know that, Lang.”
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