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#i will personally fight them if u unhappy and they assholes
twigg96 · 2 years
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i’ve been sending in requests frequently, so if u don’t wanna do this that’s fine! but i was wondering how dethklok would react with a reader who they have a crush on whose super shy and soft spoken?
Hello Anon! Let me start by saying I absolutely love taking asks for HCs or for fics it makes my day every time I see one. So please never I’m unhappy to see your ask. I promise I’m ecstatic ❤️. If the subject of an ask is ever one I’d personally wouldn’t touch on I would politely tell the person asking but there really isn’t much I can think of that I wouldn’t answer.
Our boys adore shy and soft spoken people. I mean they hang around Charles all day!
Nathan is so protective of his shy partner. He loves them with all he has and is a soft teddy bear whenever the two of them are alone. He is willing to listen and give them whatever they need. If his partner needs space he gives them space. If they just want to have date night in instead of going out he is 100% down for cuddles. But he’ll be darned if anyone talks over his S/O. They deserve to be heard too. He will straight up interrupt any conversation just so his partner has a chance to speak and be heard.
Pickles has very little experience with shy and soft spoken people. So this is probably a first for the both of them. Pickles would do his best to manage his volume for his partner but he has a hard time controlling his Party Animal attitude. It doesn’t help that all his years of drumming without hearing protection has given him some serious hearing damage and he has to ask his partner to repeat things multiple times. But to be honest they both enjoy their game of telephone laughing when Pickles manages to mess up the sentence so bad that it didn’t even begin to sound like the original. His partner makes him softer. And Pickles makes them a little more confident.
Murderface is even more protective of his partner than even Nathan could be. Which is a feat in and of itself. Murderface often speaks up for his partner. Being their voice, he’s more than happy to let them sit next to him, whispering in his ear while he listens or speaks for them in groups. When their alone however, he is so soft with them. Never once raising his voice or pulling any stunts he accommodates to their comfort level. Letting them take the lead.
Skwisgaar thrives in the silence. He can think when things are silent. Having a soft spoken, shy partner is perfect for him. He loves it. He loves how his mind feels clear with them. How his creativity truly flows when their around. He makes different sounds music that means something instead of just riffs that sounded good. Skwisgaar is certainly less aggressive than either Nathan or Murderface. He’d much rather take his S/O somewhere quiet and sit alone than deal with assholes who wouldn’t listen to them anyway. He didn’t need that brand deal anyway.
Toki adores his shy partner he thinks they’re the cutest thing in the entire world! He loves to cuddle them close hiding away in the living room watching movies. He fights with Charles when he insists on making the rhythm guitarist go to meetings or even practice saying that he won’t go without his S/O. It brings them and Dethklok all extremely close. When formal events come rolling around, Dethklok is accepting of the fact that Toki and his partner may want to excuse themselves early. If a guest ever objects Toki’s partner doesn’t only have him to protect them. They have all of Dethklok standing to protect them.
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midnightmelodrama · 4 years
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the way your skin shines under the moonlight
Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader
Summary: You never thought you were going to be a runaway bride, it sounded so cliche, but when you finally have enough of your fiancé, you become one, leaving all the heartbreak behind you. Until your ex and first love, Tom, chases after you.
Word Count: 8.6k
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, typos I didn’t catch,
A/N: it’s here, my bebes. thank u to everyone who reached out to tell me they liked it. pls, reblog if u like this so others can enjoy it too. I hope this lives up to the expectations, boo boos. I love y’all.
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Life had moments that just sucked. Usually they are created by the universe to allow a person to grow and mature, but fuck that. Those moments hurt too much to think about the positive side of the situation. This was that moment and today was your wedding day. When you looked around to examine the room, you felt a ray of anger and hatred because this was the life you had always promised yourself you wouldn’t live. You didn’t even want to get married, but you were doing this because you made promises you were too scared to break. You hated everything from your dress to the snotty bridesmaids who had been picked out for you. It was ridiculous because you couldn’t even remember their names, but the monster in law had iced out everyone you cared about, including your mother. You wanted to cry as your reflection in the mirror in front of you stared back at you, so miserable and unsatisfied, but at the same time you wanted to smash the piece of glass into a thousand shards to cut off your fiancé and his family from your life. 
The bridesmaids soon left the room to head over to the church, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Just as you were about to stand up to start the next most wretched part of your life, your mother entered the room. You stared at her for a second, feeling tears well up in your eyes. She looked so beautiful in the blue dress you had gifted her for the wedding, and yet she looked so sad and disappointed, but the look of sadness that was painted across soon turned into a concerned frown as she saw you let out the most broken sob she had heard in her life. “Baby, what’s wrong?” She asked softly, walking over to you before embracing you in the warmest hug you could have ever asked for. To be honest, she did not need to ask because she already knew what you were thinking, a mother always knows. 
“I can’t do this.” You said, voice cracking as tears slipped down your cheeks.
 “I-I thought I could do this, mama, but I can’t. I hate Darien. I hate him and his disgusting family. I don’t want to change my last name. I don’t want to marry him.” You sobbed softly, the sadness you felt digging at the heart’s core mold into wild rage, and you could no longer contain what you had been holding back for three long, exhausting years. “I only agreed to going out with him because it was dad’s last wish before he—before he—“ you paused, feeling more tears begin to cut off the air flowing throughout your lungs. “Before he died.” You ran a hand through your disgustingly styled hair as your mother watched slowly spiral down into insanity.
“Baby, your father might have been a stubborn and at times nasty man, but I know for a fact that he wouldn’t have wanted you to marry Darien if he knew he made you unhappy. You were his treasure. If he knew Darien made you miserable, he wouldn’t hesitate to send the kid on the next plane out of your life.”
It was such an obvious answer, a simple solution to your complicated problem. It had been right front of you this whole time, but your mind had always brought back the memory in which your father told you to marry a nice boy like Darien, except he wasn’t as nice as he appeared to the outside world. The words of advice that rolled out of your mother’s mouth awoke something in you, something that had been dead, but it was now renewed; alive. Adrenaline began to kick in as the tears finally stopped flowing. You refused to live in loveless marriage and let all of your hard work and independence slip down the drain into hell. You weren’t going to settle for the life you had always feared you would end up living. 
“Screw this shit.” You whispered.
Your mother cheered loudly as she realized the fire you’ve had since you were a toddler had finally made a comeback. The two of you laughed before you began to rid yourself of the disgraceful garments the monster in law had forced you to wear. The heels, the hair, the ugly, nasty dress, everything.
“I always hated that dress.” Your mother said as she unzipped you, helping you slip out of the dress to change into something more comfortable. “It’s ‘cause the monster in law picked it.” You said, laughing slightly. You grabbed a pair of jeans, a simple white T-shirt, a jacket, and a pair of sneakers. When you came out, finally looking like yourself, your mother let out a breath of relief because you didn’t look like the plastic Barbie doll Darien and his family had been trying to force you to be. Your mother handed you a plane ticket as you finished up your new makeup and hair.
“What’s this, mama?” You asked, surprised.
“I cancelled your honeymoon trip while you were changing and booked a trip to Cancun for you. You loved it there when your father took you. It leaves at eleven fifteen, so hurry ‘cause we have a wedding to crash.” You smiled widely, pulling your mom into the hug she had always dreamed of. She had always been there for you, even when you didn’t want to admit you were miserable, she had endured seeing the pain in your eyes for the past three years of your life, hidden underneath all the dresses and extravagant makeup, and you wouldn’t know what would’ve happened to you if she hadn’t shown up here today.
“Thank you, mama.” You said before leaving for the car that was waiting to take you to the church. When your beloved driver, Alfredo, saw you without your dress and a suitcase rolling behind you, he grinned, nodding in approval of your choice. 
“Crashing your wedding or running away?” He teased in his old British accent. You simply giggled, stepping into the car, responding with a simple answer. “Both.” Alfredo nodded, waiting for your instructions.
“Alfredo, when I come out of the church take me to the airport, please. Also, don’t tell anyone.” Alfredo nodded, knowing how much you needed to take back the control over the way you lived your life. Not to mention he also hated not only Darien but his family too, especially the monster in law. He found them annoying and repulsive, they were too stuck up for his own liking, but he had kept his mouth shut for your sake, even though he would never miss a chance to give you advice whenever you needed it.
Back at the church, everyone was waiting anxiously since you were quite late all while Darien was getting more angry by the minute, impatiently checking his watch every other second. The monster in law was crying and sobbing loudly, fearing that you finally had enough and decided to leave her dearest son hanging at the altar. The bridesmaids were rolling their eyes and sighing loudly, earning a glare from the priest. He hated the family too, he was simply doing this for your family since he was the one who married your parents. 
Tom was sitting in the crowd with Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine, smirking. He was milking this moment. Darien looked so frantic and pissed off, which is what he lived for. He hated Darien because he was an asshole to you and he was only using you for money, he hoped you would see that because he desperately wanted you to leave Darien. For not only your sake but his too, he couldn’t handle seeing you married to a man who wasn’t him, especially if they were as toxic as the man standing at the altar. This was the day he had dreaded the most for the past year, but watching Darien get left at the altar would be the highlight of his year. However, his thoughts were soon interrupted by Harrison snapping his fingers in front of him.
“What?” Tom asked defensively. 
“Wipe that grin off your face, Tom. If Darien sees you grinning like that, he’s not going to hesitate to fight you because Y/N’s not here to stop him.” Harrison scolded as Tom chuckled. 
“No, I don’t think I will. Besides, if he wants to fight me because Y/N finally realized she doesn’t have to be with him, then I’ll do it.” Harrison rolled his eyes. He was annoyed because they had been having the same conversation for the last year, but Tom had always been too stubborn to listen. “Tom, we’re here to support her. Remember, it’s your fault we’re even here in the first place. Everyone warned you against breaking up with her. Did you listen? No. Look where it got us. Had you not been so stupid, that would be you waiting at the altar. So, if she shows up in that white dress, you better be on your best behavior.” Tom scoffed, but his frown soon disappeared when he heard the church gates open. His heart was beating rapidly in fear of seeing you in the ugliest white dress he had ever seen, a dress he knew you would love to burn, along with Darien. 
Instead, he saw you in simple blue jeans. Your hair was pulled into a slight half ponytail, and there was less makeup on your already gorgeous face. You walked with the confidence he hadn’t seen since you accepted Darien’s proposal. To top it all off, you looked effortlessly beautiful. 
A goddess had risen, sisters.
You walked towards the altar, hand wrapped around a large water bottle. Your eyes were boring into Darien’s dark ones until you finally reached the altar. Without blinking or hesitating, you slid the cap off the water bottle, pouring the liquid over Darien’s head until he was completely damp. Precious blonde hair drenched and tuxedo ruined. Everyone in the church gasped in astonishment as you felt sweet, sweet joy watching Darien stand there looking absolutely helpless. Your moment of victory was interrupted by the monster in law beginning to wail and scream harder than she already was, you rolled your eyes, annoyed with the satanic woman’s questionable behaviors. 
“Oh, shut up and get over it you whiny, old boomer.” You hissed, making her stop putting up her waterworks show as you felt the raging wildfire you had been hiding growing bigger by the second. You turned your attention back to Darien who was about to yell at you, but you beat him to it. 
“Listen up, goldilocks. I’m done with your abuse and your control. I know you were just using me for money, and not only that, but you had actually been stealing money from me and my family too. So, I’ll be pressing charges for that.” You said nonchalantly as you fixed your jacket, throwing the water bottle to one of the bridesmaids. “You no longer control me, sweetie. My father would have never wanted me to marry your pathetic ass if he knew what a horrible excuse of a human being you truly were.” You laughed, seeing Darien’s face fall dramatically. “I’m taking back my life. Thank you next, gold diggers!” You screamed before running out of the church, smiling and laughing, looking happy and strong. Darien’s family sat in speechless shock as they saw their ticket out of bankruptcy slip out of their dirty hands. However, the people who were there to celebrate you and only you began to cheer and laugh, happy to see you let go of the people who had been hurting and tormenting you. When you reached your car, you saw Alfredo laugh while opening the car door for you. Alfredo high-fived you as you stepped into the car before driving off, leaving the church behind. 
Tom was laughing loudly, watching your beautiful figure leave the church. His moment of glory didn’t last long though, because Darien was now staring straight into his soul, rage written all over his face. Tom, Harrison, Harry, and Tuwaine all ran out of the church before Darien could even touch them and cause a bigger scene. Tom was still laughing as they stopped running. Harrison rolled his eyes, frustrated.
“Tom!” The boys yelled, gaining the brunette’s attention. 
“How dense are you?” Harry asked, looking at him like he was missing something. 
“What?” Tom asked obliviously, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes. 
“Go after her you dumbass!” Tuwaine yelled. 
Tom’s eyes widened as the realization washed over him. You were single, he could finally win you back without someone else interfering, that is, if you still wanted to be with him, of course. He looked around anxiously to see your mother waving towards your car that was driving off into the distance. He ran towards your mom, desperate to know where you were running off to.
“Mrs. Y/L/N!” Your mother turned to see Tom running towards her. “Mrs. Y/L/N, where’s Y/N going?” He asked, hoping he could catch her. 
“Oh, Tom, she’s going to Cancun.” Tom was about to run after you until your mom stopped him, handing him a piece of paper; a plane ticket. 
“W-what?” He stuttered, struggling to believe there was a plane ticket to the place of your dreams on his hand. Your mom knew what he was thinking but began to explain before the question could even leave his mouth.
“Tom, I know that you love my daughter. I hope you’ve learned from your past mistakes. I trust you not to break her heart again because I’ve seen how much you have matured and changed. I know you now know better than to break her heart. It’s not my place to tell you how she feels about you, but now that she's not tied to the biggest asshole on this damned planet, you can make her happy. I trust you’ll keep my baby happy.”
Tom stood frozen. He wasn’t sure of what to say, and whenever he tried to speak, the words would not come out of his mouth. Your mother was too kind and it only pushed him further to make things right with you.
“Quit acting so surprised, I would do anything to make my daughter happy, Thomas. Now, get out of here, your flight leaves in an hour, so you better hurry before Darien takes his mental breakdown outside.” She shooed him away before Tom could even mutter a simple “thank you.” He smiled at the older woman before running towards his car. Tom drove to his house to grab a suitcase, only taking a small amount of clothes and essentials he would need. 
Tom was nervous to say the least, he was fiddling with his hands as he anxiously stared at the clouds by his window. He wasn’t sure if chasing after you to Cancun was the best course of action because, if he was being honest, he was scared you would reject him again, and this time he would lose you permanently. Regret washed over him as he remembered he was the reason there was a large void between the two of you. You and Tom had been best friends since diapers, but it soon developed into something more than friends during high school. Tom could vividly remember when he had kissed you for the first time. He was driving you home after your date had blown you off. His heart took control before his head could warn him as he stared into your beautiful eyes, so he kissed you. From then on, you and Tom lived in a happy relationship, but it was soon shattered to tiny pieces, along with your heart, when Tom broke it off with you, saying he couldn’t be tied down anymore since he had girl after girl chasing him and praising the ground he walked on. 
You and Tom were sitting on the couch watching Tangled. His arm rested on your shoulders while your hand was on his stomach, and your head was laying on his chest. His leg was bouncing up and down like he was anxious and his heart was beating a thousand miles per hour.
“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” You asked him softly, placing your hand on his thigh as you turned to look at him, a concerned expression on your face. He shook his head, standing up as if he had something to say.
“Tom?” You tilted your head, trying to read him.
“I wanna break up.” He said dryly.
You felt your heart stop, thinking this was a sick joke or the worst nightmare you could have ever envisioned.
“W-what?” You stuttered in disbelief.
“I-I wanna break up.” Tom repeated.
“Why?” You frowned. You had been together since you were sixteen. Why was he trying to break up now? He was always happy with you, or at least you thought so. Everyone had always told you that he was whipped for you because the look in his eyes gave it away whenever he looked at you. Guess everyone was wrong, including you.
“I just—well, I wanna see other people, you know? We’ve been together since high school, we haven’t seen anyone else, so I just wanna try new things. And you know there’s plenty of girls hitting on me, so I just wanna try it.” He spoke honestly, waiting for your reaction.
You didn’t know what to feel. On one side you felt pissed because he was breaking up a five year long relationship because he wanted to sleep around with other girls? What an asshole. And on the other hand, you felt your heart break into tiny pieces because he was breaking up with you because he wanted to get laid with someone other than you? Were you not enough? Had you not satisfied him enough? You wanted to cry, but you had too much pride to let an asshole see that he was hurting you.
“Y/N, please, say something.” He pleaded.
“Well, what do you want me to say, Tom? ‘Hey, it’s cool, go sleep around as much you’d like it’s not like it feels like my heart is being stabbed over and over again? Yeah, man, let other girls fuck you senseless so they can get you off the way I couldn’t.’” You responded sarcastically, voice breaking the more you spoke. You paused, staring at the white walls blankly. “Did you cheat on me?” You asked, eyes narrowing, anger lacing your voice.
Tom shook his head frantically. “No! I would never I just—“ you shook your head, holding your finger up, silently telling him to stop talking.
As you began to gather your things to leave and never come back, Tom wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as you let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the pain become increasingly overwhelming. He buried his face in your neck, breathing in your lemon scent for what would most likely be the last time.
“Baby, come on, I still love you.” Tom spoke softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. 
“Just not enough to stay.” You snapped, wiping the tears that had managed to escape off your eyes before shoving him away from you.
“I’ll always come back to you, okay? I want to marry you and grow old with you. I just wanna try other things.” 
“So, I’m just supposed to wait around for you alone while someone else lays in your bed?” Tom stayed quiet, tears clouding his vision. You scoffed, completely livid. “Unbelievable.” You muttered. You always took care of him, loved him, supported him and he couldn’t even love you properly? Coward. You knew better than to stay or wait around for someone like him because you were smart. You knew better.
“You know what, Thomas?” Oh, shit. It was at this moment Tom knew, he fucked up. “I don’t care. Do whatever you fuckin’ please, but just know that you could get laid as many times as you would like, you could have all the hoes in the world at your feet, but none of them are going to know you like I do, none of them are going to please you like I do. No one--I promise you--no one is going to love you like I do, ‘cause ain’t nobody like me, boy. You would know that if you knew better, but you don’t know shit, so I’ll do better.” You sneered at the boy in front of you, throwing your engagement ring at him.
With that, you left Tom to stand alone and frozen, feeling his heart stop before slowly and painfully sinking to the bottom of his stomach. He knew that he would regret his actions later by the way his heart was aching. The pain was suffocating him, so he did what he had wanted to do, the reason he lost you. He drank his sorrows away before starting a new life of pleasure and hidden heartache. 
Tom winced as the painful memory replayed in his mind. God, he was so stupid. He had forgotten your words, and one day he had enough of his lifestyle, so he ran back to you, only to have his heart broken when you told him someone else was now your forever, you were engaged to a man that wasn’t him, Darien. He felt his blood boil at the thought of the bastard. Seeing Darien belittle and torment you made his stomach bubble with anger. So, Tom made it his job to interfere in your relationship with Darien whenever he could. Stealing you from his arms during slow dances at his lavish parties and your wedding rehearsal, sitting next to you, interrupting your conversations; he loved watching the entitled asshole hold his tongue to stop himself from yelling and embarrassing his family in front of the high class society you were forced to live in was the highlight of Tom’s day. You would roll your eyes or scoff, but Tom could see the relief in your eyes, your body language was also a dead giveaway that you were glad someone had stepped in before your fiancé became too much for you to handle all by yourself. Tom would grin as he wrapped an arm around your waist, leaving Darien behind all alone.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Tom dug around his pocket, looking for the ring you gave back to him all those years ago. You hadn’t talked to him during the time you spent apart, and everytime he tried to reach out, he was left on read, that is until you blocked him on every platform you could think of. Missing you was the worst punishment he could have ever gone through, but he knew he deserved it. When you walked out the door to your old apartment, he was left with nothing but pictures to remember you, until he found the ring once again after a night of drinking his pain away. He had it turned into a necklace, he wanted to keep it until he was able to win you back so you could marry him and grow old with him. Tom placed the silver chain around his neck, feeling a wave of nostalgia and sadness take over him. There were too many emotions swirling throughout him, and he wasn’t sure he would be able to take them on for much longer. If he couldn’t convince you to love him again, even after he broke your heart, then he would lose you forever, his hopes and dreams would be shattered and he would live the rest of his life miserable. He was exhausted so he let his head rest by the plane’s window before falling into a deep slumber.
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You couldn’t be happier. You hadn’t felt so free in what seemed like forever. The chains that were tying you down were now broken, left decay. Walking down the coast as the sun began to set reminded you of the time your father took you to Cancun, shortly after your parents’ divorce. It was a happier time, though it was bittersweet. You dug around the pocket of your shorts, finding the seashell he gave to you. He didn’t say anything meaningful or life changing, just that you would always have a seashell to remember him by. It was meant to be a joke to make you smile, but the small seashell was one of the only things you could take with you everywhere and smile at the memory of your father. 
This was all you could have ever asked for. Running away sounded so cliche and straight out of a troubled teenager’s mouth, but it was all you had been longing for since Tom broke your heart. After your relationship with him ended, things only got worse from there. For one, you met Darien, who was at first nice but didn’t hesitate to show his true colors once money was involved. Then, your father got sick and passed away, leaving everything to you and only you, including his company, which in term caused you to leave your art career behind. You had been trained to take over the company since you were little, but your father had promised you could live your life the way you wanted until he retired, but shit happens and it happened too early. Giving up art to pursue a life of business was one of the hardest and scariest decisions for you, but you knew what you had to do. Then, Darien proposed and the wedding nightmare began. In summary, life hadn’t been easy these past three years.
For the first time in three years, you felt the way you were supposed to feel. Young and free. You spent the entire day by the shore, listening to the calming sound of the waves moving towards your feet while taking pictures with your Polaroid and playing with the sand. As you laid on the soft sand, you stared into the night sky. There were so many stars and the sky was clear. You breathed in the scent of the beach, so clear and vivid. It was beautiful. You felt like you were floating, so light. Nothing was weighing you down, and you couldn’t get enough of the feeling. It was addictive. You forgot about everything that had happened in the last couple hours. Everything went by so quickly, it was all a blur. Soon, you began to feel tired, and your eyes became droopy and heavy. Carrying yourself away from the beach, you stepped into your small beach house, taking one last look at the beauty in front of you.
You walked into the small house, placing down your things on the kitchen counter. You felt exhausted, the day was fun, but it had been physically exhausting, instead of being mentally tiring. Stripping off your clothes, you stepped into the shower, feeling the warm droplets of water trickle down your skin. Everything was going perfectly until a ring at the doorbell snapped you out of your blissful night. Turning off the shower, you slipped a shirt and shorts on to open the door quickly. You put your best fake smile on before opening the door to see one of the people you didn’t want to see. 
Thomas fucking Holland.
Panicking, you shut the door in his face before he could even say hello. 
“Y/N, please, open the door.” He pleaded as your breathing became uneven. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. 
“I love you, dammit!” Tom cried as he pounded the door with his hand.
This was supposed to be a getaway from everything and everyone who had hurt you, including Tom. You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss Tom during the time you spent apart, having him back in your life after he found out about your engagement with Darien was one of the best things that could have happened to you at the time, not right now. You wanted to forget, nothing else, or was too much to ask for. He had broken your heart, but he was the only true love you had ever experienced, the only you wanted to experience, but you didn’t trust him the way you once did. When he slipped back into your life, you had agreed to be friends, nothing else, but you had never really taken the time to talk about your history, and maybe he did want you back, but it didn’t matter because trust isn’t something that’s just easily won back. Your heart isn’t something you’re willing to give to anyone you see. Tears began to fall out of your eyes, heart beating faster and faster as you heard Tom’s pleas and cries to let him in. A part of you was tempted to turn the door knob and open the door to let him have you back, all to himself, but the more logical and rational side of you stopped you. The situation was too overwhelming and hearing Tom scream and profess his love for you didn’t make this any easier for you. Sitting down on the couch, you grabbed a pillow to hug it against your chest, finally letting out sobs as Tom cried out for you until you felt your eyes get heavy.
It was still nighttime when you woke up abruptly. Tom wasn’t knocking on the door anymore, nor was he asking for you to let him in. You wondered if he had left. Emotions were weird, you wanted him to go away and leave you alone, but at the same time you secretly wished he would have stayed. Walking towards the door, you felt anxiety bubble up, scared that he would be there, waiting for you because deep down in your broken heart you knew, you would let him in. Opening the wooden door, you saw him, laying on the ground, peacefully sleeping. His brown hair was curlier than it usually was because of the humidity in the air. You felt the walls you had built up around yourself, slowly melt with your heart. It was infuriating. All this curly haired boy had to do to have you falling again for him was look cute.
Tom’s brown orbs fluttered open to see your angelic figure hovering over him, hand on his cheek. His heart began to speed up at an alarming rate.
“Tom?” You asked softly as he just about died. “You wanna come inside? I don’t want to leave you out here alone.”
Once Tom came into the house, he sat on the couch as you gave him a cup of tea. There was an awkward silence between the two of you, the tension thick in the atmosphere. You knew he was at times spineless and nervous, so you decided to be the one to break the ice. 
“Why are you here, Tom?” You asked softly. You were never one to yell, Tom knew that. He knew you held in everything you felt until you let it all out once you were alone, or you’d hold it in until you finally broke. He took a deep breath, looking into your eyes before speaking.
“I-I love you.” He whimpered out, staring into your eyes. If this had happened three years ago, you would have taken him back in a heartbeat. You would have probably jumped into his arms before telling him you loved him. That would have happened three years ago, but it didn’t. It’s no longer three years ago, it’s the present. You’ve changed, and you weren’t going to let him in as easily.
“Tom, I just broke off my engagement.” 
“But you didn’t love him like you loved me.”
You paused, your breath hitching because you knew he was right. “No, I didn’t, but you shattered every bit of trust I had for you when you left me.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I can’t blame my actions on anything else because there’s no excuse as to why I did what I did, but I love you. I never stopped. I was always thinking about you.”
“Then why were you out every night with a different piece of arm candy everyday?” You snapped, anger bubbling up inside you. 
“I was in pain, okay?” He yelled, making you flinch. “I-I was depressed because deep inside I knew you wouldn’t wait around for me. I missed you and I could not stop thinking about you. So, I drowned myself in alcohol, but you were right.” He paused, letting a couple of tears out. “You were right no one knew me like you did, no one could please me like you did. No one loved me like you did. I should’ve known better, and I realized that after the first couple times, I didn’t sleep with anyone else after that. I just drank a lot. I’m sorry--” Before he could say anything else, you pulled him into a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. Tom was surprised, he thought you were going to tell him to get lost, but you didn’t, you did the opposite. He breathed in the scent of your hair; lemons, you always loved lemons. It was nice to have you so close to him, he had missed you, feeling absolutely lost without you. Tom let himself cry into your shoulder as you rubbed his back soothingly, something you used to do whenever Tom would come to confide in you, or when he needed comfort. 
“I love you.” He whispered, looking into your angel eyes, enchanted by your endless beauty. Tom started to lean in, eyes flickering from your gaze to your lips. You felt a magnetic pull, luring you towards him, temptation strong, but you stopped yourself, knowing it wasn’t the right time yet. You backed away as Tom snapped out of his blissful trance. 
“I’m sorry.” He said, nerves rising back up again as he turned his stare somewhere else.
You shook your head. “It’s okay, really.” You spoke, an idea popping into your head. Maybe you weren’t ready to be with him again, but you were willing to give him a chance. “How about this?” The question gaining Tom’s attention, eyes focusing back on you. “Stay and prove to me you’re ready to love me the way I needed you to.” Tom’s glowed as bright as the stars in the sky. 
He beamed at you. “Yes!” He yelled, startling you. “Sorry. I’ll prove to you I’m ready to love you the way you deserve to be loved.” He stated, still smiling.
The two of you sat silently on the couch, sleep beginning to take over your physically and emotionally exhausted bodies. Before you could even argue, Tom had fallen asleep on your shoulder. Choosing to not wake him up, you let him sleep on you while you ran your fingers through his hair, easing him into a profound sleep. 
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The sun shined through the glass windows as the waves slowly crashed into the shore. It was the next morning. You had forgotten last night’s events until you felt a head of brown curls tickle your neck. Tom was laying on your chest, your legs tangled together as you laid on the couch of your house. He looked so peaceful, there was a small smile painted on his face, which in turn made you feel like you were falling for this British white boy all over again. It was so easy to forgive him, but there was still a nagging thought in the back of your mind, warning you against giving him your love again. Your thoughts stopped pouring down like rain when Tom groaned softly into your neck, making you laugh.
“You still ticklish, love?” Tom muttered, purposely blowing air into your neck. You giggled, slightly pushing him away, but he had a tight grip on your hips, refusing to let you out of his arms. 
“Yes, now, please, get off me. I’m hungry.” You whined. He shook his head, pouting and pulling you closer to him. 
“No.” He huffed like a child.
“No?” You asked in a baby voice.
“No.” He responded with his own baby voice.
It was something you used to do with him. He would whine and cling onto you like a baby, so you talked to him with a baby voice to humor him, and it just stuck. You would always start it and he would just follow along. He would never show it to anyone but you. He loved it when you spoiled him with cuddles and talked to him in your baby voice because he knew he had all of your attention, even if he wouldn’t admit it to anyone else that he liked it. 
Deciding your stomach was already pissed at you, you pushed the curly haired boy off you, causing him to fall on the floor, a loud thud bouncing off the walls as he groaned in pain. You giggled as you walked into the kitchen to start breakfast.
“Come on, boy. If you really want me back, you’ll have to earn it.” You called out from the kitchen as Tom laid on the floor, mind still hazy from having you so close to him after what felt like an eternity.
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The night before, you had listened to a broken Tom rant about how miserable he was without you. You listened to him apologize endlessly as he led all the pent up emotions he had been hiding for the past three years. You listened, and that was the part he loved most about you. You comforted and helped him through. He had tried to kiss you when everything got quiet and he felt peace in your arms, but you stopped him. You weren’t ready to jump into a relationship with him after everything you went through. Tom would have to earn your trust. That was the agreement, and he was determined to make you his again, show you he loves you more than he did last time. He knew it would take time, but he was willing to wait for you for the rest of eternity because he wanted and needed you, badly.
Later that day, you took Tom to a local cenote. His face was priceless, he looked like a small child entering a brand new candy store. It was a beautiful sight to see, the warmth in the air made you feel like someone was taking care of you from afar, something like an angel. Maybe it was Tom’s presence that made you feel so safe and happy, or maybe it was the memories you made here with your father, you didn’t know which one it was but you loved the emotions it brought you. There was no one else around since most people were working and the tourists didn’t really come to this town. You began to strip off your shirt and shorts as you felt Tom’s brown orbs trailing up and down your body. Tom’s eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets as he saw the bikini you were wearing, it was simple, but enough to make Tom more desperate to have you falling back into his arms. Your facial features were enough to make him weak to his knees, but whenever he saw your body, the boy was practically ready to love you religiously. 
“You done staring or nah?” You teased, a smirk plastered on your face. Tom gulped and nodded, still mesmerized by how much more inhumanly gorgeous you had gotten over the last three years. Your laughter rang throughout the cave as he felt his heart beat out of his chest. He had not made you laugh since he came back into your life. He didn’t have time to appreciate the sound because you were already diving into the deep water before his brain could even register what was going on. Tom was going to laugh at your antics, but he stopped himself when he didn’t see you come back up to the surface. Fear and adrenaline coursed through his veins as he slipped off his shirt before jumping into the water, only to get his leg pulled literally by what he knew was your hand but was too scared to actually look. He swam up to the surface to see you laughing hysterically. Tom pouted, looking like a small bean who just got told they can’t have candy for a week. 
“Not funny, Y/L/N.” Tom muttered, still frowning and pouting.
You wiped the tears from your eyes, still giggling. “I’m sorry, it’s just--you actually thought I was in danger. It’s cute.” You beamed.
“Yeah? Well, am I getting close to making you mine?” He wiggled his eyebrows, mood switching drastically when he heard you call him cute. 
You pinched your fingers together, scrunching your nose up as you giggled. “Little bit, Thomas. Just a tiny bit.” Tom groaned in frustration until he saw you laugh once again, that lovely sound. It was at this moment, Tom knew he loved you too much for his own good.
For the next few weeks you and Tom went around the town shopping and learning from the people. You took pictures in your Polaroid, wanting to capture the memories you were creating together. You took him to your favorite restaurants and showed him the best places to swim in. As you spent more time together, you realized how much you had missed him. His smile lit up your day and his touch made you feel as if the sun was burning inside you. The two of you stayed by the shore watching the sunset everyday as you felt yourself fall for him once again. As each day passed, you would get physically and emotionally closer to him. The bond between you had become unbreakable and he had been gaining your trust back, slowly but he was close. There were days in which Tom would take you to the center of the town to dance to the music filling the void in the streets, and that was when you knew that even though life sucked sometimes, there was still light at the end of the tunnel. The love you had for not only Tom but yourself too was that light you had been anxiously waiting for.
It had now been a month after you had crashed your own wedding and you and Tom were still in Cancun, enjoying the blissful sunset. His arms were wrapped around your shoulders as you sat between his legs, your back leaning against his broad chest. The waves were softly crashing against your feet. The sky was painted a bright shade of yellow which faded to a coral color, then a bold purple shade until they faded into the blue night sky, full of small stars that were millions of miles away. You felt a sudden overwhelming feeling of anxiety at the thought of leaving this place where you had finally found your happiness. You were so free and happy here, knowing that at some point you and Tom would have to come back home, terrified you. Your biggest fear was being hurt and miserable all over again, and you dreaded coming back. The quickened pace of your breaths didn’t go unnoticed by Tom, he knew your thoughts were tormenting you because they always did. 
He circled his arms around your waist, turning you around to sit on his lap. Teardrops were slipping down your cheeks and you were gasping for air. Tom brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead to calm you down. Your arms snaked around his neck, holding onto him for dear life. “It’s okay, love. It’s okay.” He cooed, his heart breaking when he heard your broken sobs. Tom felt tears prick his eyes as he watched the love of his life cry like a fallen angel, he hated himself because he was once one of the reasons you cried in pure pain. Tom held you in his arms until you calmed down, letting your sadness wash away.
“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, pulling away from the embrace to look into his brown eyes as he stared in your bloodshot ones. Tom frowned, his heart clenching in his chest.
He shook his head. “No, darling, don’t apologize, just tell me what’s wrong?”
You inhaled, looking up to make the tears go away before turning your gaze back to Tom’s concerned expression. “I just--I’m so scared of going back, Tom. You know we can’t stay here forever, we have lives to take care of back home.” Your voice cracked as the lump in your throat began to rise up. 
“Listen, love, when we go back things will be different. I promise I won’t break your heart. I won’t let Darien hurt you either. Please, believe me when I tell you everything’s gonna be okay.” He pleaded, you stared at him with wide eyes. Tom had changed. Your tears had now dried and your breaths weren’t uneven anymore. Without thinking, you pulled Tom into a tight hug. Tom let out a sigh, a wave of relief traveling through his body, his mind was at ease.
“I’m sorry.” You muttered into his head of brown curls.
He frowned, confused as to why you were apologizing. “Why?” He asked as his thumb rubbed soothing circles on your waist.
“I’ve been pushing you away. All you’ve been trying to do since you came back is help me, and I’ve just made you feel like you weren’t welcome into my life.”
Tom shook his head, not believing the words rolling off your tongue. “No, darling, you had every right to be wary of me. I hurt you and you were just trying to protect yourself. It doesn’t matter now because we’re here now, right? And maybe I haven’t stolen your heart again, but when I do, you’ll be the happiest woman on this planet.” You giggled. You knew he had already stolen your heart, now it was just a game of chicken. Who would make the first move?
You and Tom stayed like that for a while, not letting go of each other. Your hand ran over his chest until you felt something under his tank top. Tom’s eyes widened as he noticed your hands touching his necklace. You slightly stepped back, still sitting on his lap, to pull the silver chain out of its hidden place. Your eyes were curious as your finger pulled out the chain until the ring he had proposed to you with all those years ago appeared in front of you. Your eyes widened, seeing the simple diamond ring once again. How had you never noticed before? You were quiet for a good minute, you were left speechless. Tom couldn’t read your expression, he was scared you were going to push him away again. His grip on your waist tightened out reflex, refusing to let you go again. He’d already made that mistake once, he wasn’t about to make it again, but your expression was just too unreadable for his heart to take it, he felt like he was about to break right then and there.
“Y-you kept it?” You asked, voice quiet. Tom nodded, still internally panicking. You beamed, kissing his cheek before wrapping your arms around his waist. Tom felt relief wash over him as his cheeks began to feel hot and flushed. The small peck you gave his cheek was enough to have his heart soaring into the sky.
“I missed you.” You whispered, breath fanning over the skin of his neck. Tom felt an overwhelming amount of joy, happy that you were letting him back into your life.
“I missed you too, love.” 
After a while, Tom pulled away from the hug, his body instantly missing your warmth. “Come on, let’s go somewhere for the night.” He spoke before standing up, extending his hand out to you. You took it with no hesitation, Tom felt his heart skip a beat because maybe, just maybe, you trusted him. He pulled you towards him before he started to run, fingers still tangled together. The two of you laughed as you ran, giggling like two love struck teenagers.
“Where are we going?” You asked, giggling as Tom pulled you towards what looked like a small cliff. 
“Alright, do you trust me?” Tom asked, you nodded, making him grin. He picked you up, placing you in his arms before jumping into the water below. You let out a scream, clinging onto Tom’s broad shoulders as the two of you fell into the clear water. You closed your eyes, holding your breath as your body made contact with the water. Everything in that moment felt different; freeing. Your hair danced in the water as your entire body felt itself being consumed by the ocean’s waters. When you came back up to the surface, you felt new, cleansed. It was as if all of your worries and insecurities were washed away to be lost in the depths of the ocean.
You laughed as Tom wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling you close to him. A beaming smile broke out into his face as he saw how beautiful you looked, hair wet, bathing suit stuck to your perfect skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, turning to see him staring at you.
“What?” You giggled. Tom shook his head, still smiling.
“You make me weak, Y/N.” He whispered. Your lips were so close to his, making it impossible for him to keep his eyes away from your mouth. 
“Can I kiss you?” He asked softly, you nodded, feeling your body being pulled towards his in an addictive way. You closed your eyes Tom placed his lips on yours, pecking them softly before the kiss became deeper and more intimate. It was a beautifully blissful moment. Your hands tugged on his curly wet hair. Your lips molded together as his tongue teased your lips. He let his hands explore every curve of your body, remembering the times he had touched like this, made you squirm in his arms. Finally giving in to his touch, you let his tongue glide over yours. Tom gripped your hips, pulling you inhumanly closer to his body. You ran your hand over his chest, you could feel his heart beating a thousand miles an hour. He knew that after all this time you still made him nervous. The water began to move violently as your bodies crave for more. The small waves crashing into your entangled bodies. Your breaths mixed together as you felt your cheeks become flushed. You pulled away, gasping for air. Tom leaned his forehead against yours, lips swollen.
“I love you.” You whispered, eyes trained on his brown ones.
“I love you too.” Tom sobbed before pulling you into another kiss, this one more desperate but softer than the last one. 
You and Tom were walking back to the house after your trip to the ocean, hands intertwined, giggling like two lovesick teenagers. The moonlight was shining brightly as the universe finally gave you the happiness and satisfaction you had been desperately craving for. Tom couldn’t stop staring at you, it amazed him how much of a sucker he was for you. You noticed his stare, giggling softly.
“What?” You asked as you stopped by the shore, turning to face him. 
“Nothing. I just like the way your skin shines under the moonlight.” He smiled, and that was when you became certain that he would never leave you again, not even for the moon. 
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How to hold a sword - Geralt of Rivia x Reader - Part 1 of 2
Summary: You are bored with your life and want more. Luckily, Geralt of Rivia visits the town one day.
Requested by: @just-antiyou “could i request a geralt x reader where the reader is slightly wealthy but hates it and wants to be tougher than she looks so she hites geralt to teacher her and he slowly falls for her but she doesnt comprehend why HER? maybe this made no sense im so sorry i love ur writing pls an thank u stay safe” --> Hope you like it! I decided to make two parts out of the story! <3
Words: 2030 Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x fem!Reader Warnings: none
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„Stop wasting my time. “
 „Come on! I can pay you!”
 “Sure you can.”
 “Yes! Don’t you believe me?”
 “Stop bothering me and go home.”
 “I have coin! Here!”
 Finally, the Witcher turned around when he heard the rattling of the coins in your small bag as you held it up. He quickly grabbed your hand, forcing it down. “Are you mad or do you enjoy the idea of being robbed,” he scolded you.
He was right. You were standing in the middle of a busy street, merchants and farmers passing you by as they made their way home from the market. The sun was already beginning to set and the first drunks stumbled out of the tavern to your right. Two working girls shrieked when a man fell against them, landing face down on one of the their bosoms, and angrily pushed him away.
 You let the small bag slip back into the pocket of your coat. “I have coin!”, you repeated yourself.
 “Where’d you get that?”, he demanded to know. “Did you steal it?”
 You snorted. Asshole. “My family owns half the town. Did you not recognize this?!” You pointed at your necklace with the family emblem brightly visible.
 His eyes only grazed shortly over it. “I’m not from here.”
 “Right, because you’re Geralt of Rivia, a Witcher, a famous one – so give me one reason why you would decline my offer?”
 “Teaching spoilt girls how to hold a sword is not in my job description.”
 “First of all,” this time you pointed your finger at him. “I’m not a girl, I’m a woman, so start treating me like one! And secondly, as far as I’m concerned, there is no monster to kill for you at the moment.”
 “There’s always monsters to kill.”
 “Witcher!” A frustrated sigh escaped your mouth. What was his problem?
 Geralt looked at you intensely, his eyes wandering from your face to your pocket, where the coins were stowed, back to your face. He pondered about what the offer would truly mean – letting another person come too close to him rarely resulted in anything good. People around him tend to end up hurt or heartbroken or dead. The last person to experience this had been Jaskier. Years of traveling together and it ended in Geralt chasing him away, blaming him for things that weren’t his fault. This happened a few years back and since then, the two of them had rekindled their friendship, but still. His point remained unchanged.
 However, this could be different. You didn’t seek him out to become friends. It was nothing more than a job. Not to mention that your comment about him not having anything better to do at the moment was true. He could really use the coin. Before Geralt was able to rethink this, he wiped his eyes in a tiring and annoyed matter. “Fine.”
 Your face lit up instantly and a big smile appeared on it. “Yes? Oh thank you!”
 “Ten days.”
 “That’s a good start!”, you exclaimed happily.
 “It’s not a start, it’s all I’m offering,” he corrected you. Were you always this cheerful or just when you got your way? “What do I get out of it?”
 “Three coins for each day.”
 The Witcher raised an eyebrow. There was far more in that bag of yours and you both knew it. “Eight.”
 “Four.”
 “Seven.”
 “Witcher!”
 “Six then.”
 “Five.”
“Deal,” he nodded.
 Your smile grew even wider. “Thank you! This is fantastic!”
 The only acknowledgment you got for that statement was a low grunt. He wasn’t so sure about it being a fantastic idea. “Meet me here tomorrow when the sun rises. Do you own a sword?”
 He let out a sigh when you shook your head. “Of course you don’t. Doesn’t matter. Tomorrow, when the sun rises! Understood?”
 “Understood!”
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 You arrived early the next morning. The excitement for the days to come was too overwhelming so after hours of tossing and turning and occasionally falling into a half slumber, you decided to cut the night short.
 You nervously looked around you. Despite the late (or rather early) hour, the street was buzzing with people. Mostly drunks but no less intimidating. It was the second time you visit this part of the town as your mother would forbid you to come here. “It’s a dangerous place,” she always said, “nothing to find there except for criminals and whores.” Observing the people around you, she might had a point.
 Growing up in one of the richest families of the town was a blessing and a curse at the same time. Nothing seemed to be missing from your life – dresses and jewelry, parties and royal receptions – everything was there in arm’s reach. You never had to work a day in your life and never went to bed on an empty stomach. Still, you were unhappy. You were born into this world with no purpose. All you had to do was look pretty, agree to a beneficial marriage and produce heirs. Your father didn’t allow you to be something else, something more. You never asked for much, knowing he’d deny your requests, except for learning how to fight and defend yourself. It was a simple desire but you hoped it would give you something. What, you weren’t sure. A purpose maybe? Indubitably, he refused you.
 A sense of guilt and shame rushed through you. It happened every time as you were aware that the problems were nothing more than luxurary at best. After all, what gave you, a privileged girl with no troubles, the right to complain when there were people starving and dying?
 “Well, ‘ello there, aren’t you a pretty one.”
 You shrieked at the slurring words coming from your left. A man, smelling of beer and piss, reeled towards you. A disgusted look on your face, you took a step back.
 “What’s that face, pretty one? Don’t cha think I’m pretty too?”
 “Fuck off!”
 A second voice made you turn around in surprise. Geralt of Rivia was standing in the doorway of the tavern, glaring at the drunk. Even in his current state of mind, the man sensed that Geralt wasn’t someone he wanted to bother, so he spit out undefinable curses and stumbled away.
 “Thank you,” you said to the Witcher. He looked different this morning. Rested and bathed, you figured and realized his attractiveness for the first time since you met him. Last night you were more focused on convincing him to train you. Tall, broad, with his glooming golden eyes and white hair that fell loosely on his shoulders – only a blind person could deny his good looks.
 Geralt eyed you up and down. “Now why would you wear that?”
 You furrowed your brows in confusion and looked down at your blue dress and fine cloak that hugged your figure. “What?”
 “You want to learn how to fight, am I wrong?”
 “No, you’re not.”
 “And you’re gonna do that in a dress?”
 “I’ve seen women fight in dresses.”
 “But not in fucking ball gowns.”
 “This is not a ball gown!” You protested.
 He rolled his eyes and started walking. “Whatever, come on. We have a long day ahead.”
 You followed, struggling to keep up with him. He didn’t seem to care all that much. “Why do you sleep here?” You pointed back to the run-down pension.
 “What do you mean?”
 “With the money I’m paying, you can afford better … places.”
 “I like it here.”
 “You like sleeping around these creatures?”
 Geralt didn’t answer instead he shot you a glance that made your cheeks flush in embarrassment. You knew exactly what he thought in this moment – he probably regretted taking the job and dreaded the fact that he was stuck with a spoilt girl like you for the next days. You didn’t blame him.
 You couldn’t have known on this day but you were wrong. Geralt didn’t have any regrets – not yet however. He saw you as spoilt, yes. He also recognized your will to change – or else you wouldn’t have come to him in the first place.
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 One hour later and Geralt finally stopped in his tracks. You were more than thankful as your feet already started to hurt. The two of you had left the town far behind and had now reached a small clearing in the woods.
 With a sigh you sat down and leaned against a tree. Geralt kept his gaze on the ground and walked around the clearing, looking for something.
 You watched him. There was certainly something about that Witcher with his tall figure, white-hair and brooding looks. Only a blind woman would deny that. For a brief moment, you wondered if he had a companion or a consort, so to speak. What kind of woman did he desire? You had heard rumors about a mage he had taken as his lover. So probably powerful woman, fighters, he didn’t need to worry about protecting.
 “Here,” a stick landing in front of you catapulted you back into reality.
 You looked at the stick and back at Geralt. “What am I supposed to do with it?”
 “Fight,” only then you noticed a second branch, resting in his hand.
 “With a stick?”
 “Yes.”
 You grabbed it and got up in the same movement. “I’m not a child, I won’t play with sticks,” putting some force behind your words, you looked at him intensely.
 His face didn’t falter. “What do you suggest instead?”
 “A sword. I want to learn how to fight with a sword.”
 “You’re not ready.”
 “We only have two weeks though, we need to speed up this whole process,” you argued.
 “You’re not ready.” He repeated sternly.
 You kept staring at him, realizing that you wouldn’t win this argument. A sigh left your lips. “Fine.”
 A small smile appeared on his face. “Great. Let’s get started.”
 *** The first training was an absolute disaster. You were convinced that you spent the most time on the ground, face-down in the mud – the rest of the time you got your ass kicked. The exhaustion you felt when you were back in the tavern with torn clothes and leaves in your hair came close to nothing you ever experienced in your life.
 Geralt sat next to you, happily eating his piece of chicken, looking like he had just returned home from a lazy and relaxed day out of town.
 “You should eat something,” he said in between bites.
 You looked down at your plate where the food remained untouched. “I’m not hungry.”
 “Yes, you are.”
 As if your stomach wanted to agree, a low growl was heard.
 Geralt smirked but didn’t comment.
 “Fine,” you admitted. “I’m starving.”
 “But?”
 “Everything hurts.” It was true, you felt too exhausted to take one bite out of the meat.
 He shrugged. “Of course it does. You’ll get better though.”
 “I don’t think so,” you sighed. “Did you see me today?!”
 “I’ll tell you what,” Geralt said with a chuckle. “I promise that you’ll be able to fight and win against Jaskier by the end of this.”
 “Is he a good fighter?” You asked with narrowed eyes.
 “He’s not too bad.”
 “What if I lose against him?”
 “You’ll get your coin back.”
 “Deal.” You nodded in contently. Then you added after a brief moment: “Wait, who’s Jaskier?”
 “He’s traveling with me,” Geralt simply answered and took a sip from his beer mug. “You’ll meet him tomorrow. He knows people from this town.”
 Jaskier. You were curious about the kind of person a Witcher spent his time with when he wasn’t away, hunting beasts. Was he as calm and collected as Geralt? Always so serious?
 Another growl came from your stomach and you looked back at the plate. Well, maybe not eating at all would be a worse decision. After all, there were nine more days filled with exhaustion ahead of you. Slowly, you reached down to grab one of the chicken legs and bit into it.
 Geralt watched you carefully and a very small part of him began to like the idea of having to spend more dinners with you in the next days. Of course, he’d never admit it. Not even to himself.
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Monsta x being jealous reaction
I really loved your writing for the Monsta x reaction to you being jealous, could you do it the other way, please?!
↬ Shownu
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starting with our favourite leader 
shownu is the type of guy who gets jealous but only tells you IF IF IF IF IF  you notice
THE MEN HAS NO FACIAL EXPRESSION!!!
i MEAN he has but only on stage opsss
anyway he never gets jealous about just guys hitting on you 
he gets jealous of your attention 
so here you were, at changkyun’s birthday and you were helping kihyun and kyunnie in the kitchen
that's was fine 
but you were laughing at the boys
and being gorgeous ( why are you being like this? CAN YOU TRY TO BE UGLY ???? shownu calm down boy) 
so he kinda gets angry and wants your attention
 BUT HE does nOT tell YOU!!!
SO you just keep going like nothing happened 
until you ask him to help you 
and he just looks at you like grrr
you: ?? honey? 
then everything just clicks in your mind 
he is: J E A L O U S 
YOU HUG HIM
give him attention and he will be fine 
sn: >:( 
you : * smooches love and kisses*
sn: :3 
yeah that’s it he is fine now. 
the second they are less jealous they are just... baby boys, right? 
↬ Wonho
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BABY I MISS YOU SO MUCH
mbb keep fighting for your love he deserves everything
Anyway
We know he is needy and he is VERY jealous of mbb, imagine in a relationship
He trusts you thought... He just doesn't trust men. ( Who do I mean tf)
YOU are his precious treasure 
nobody can touch you without your permission 
so when both of you were in one of those jooheons party’s and a strange guy started to be touching and flirty with you, he was already all over the guy 
the thing is, he is waiting for your “permission”
you stopped him 
you: I already told you, I HAVE A FUCKING BOYFRIEND YOU IDIOT
you pushed the guy and held wonho’s hands 
you: men are annoying 
wh: that’s right, men suck, sorry for being one
you: I mean if all of them were like you...
wh: would it be better? yes but... you could replace me for someone better
you: Wonho, that’s not such a thing. I will never in my life find someone better and more perfect for me, you're the only one, my love. 
wh: good, because I am all ours. 
will kiss u in front of that asshole just because he can ;)
and bc he wants
I mean, he is very touchy with you in public to not get in these types of situation 
his bigger fear is that your strong personality put you in a big fight and you get hit or worse you know? 
he hates the fact that guys only respect you bc of him and not for the fact that you are a person
and he lives to hate men with you 
and keeps telling that, harassment its NOT your fault and will never be. 
yes mbb, we stan the right men <3
↬ Minhyuk
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wjneiwnejeej a little mothafuckr
Follow me on this one
He is a free young spirit who is not controlling or do not wants you to feel trapped at all
bUT
You are H I S girl
Not just like a gf
You are his partner/best friend/ lover
So no!!! he is not sharing the moments you both are supposed to do with someone else
He doesn't care if guys eat you with the eyes ( unless you care, and you do, so rip to them)
So watching a hero movie in the theatre with kihyun because is the movie premiere and he is working as an MC that night? It's a no-no to him
And as every demon Scorpio, you should know revenge is coming
He is basically not hanging with you
At all
You both live together and he is like " oh hey StRanGeR"
So you just apologise bc you miss him
And he misses you too so he MIGHT feel guilty and apologise too
mh: " I hate eating alone and sorry I did use your favourite serum last night just bc I was mad but I will buy another one you know youareeverythingtome just just... Don't hang out with kihyun alone doing stuff that me ME YOUR BOYFRIEND Lee minhyuk should do!!!!! Iloveyousorrysorry"
You can only laugh and kiss him
And ofc you sure him that hanging with kihyun is like taking your old aunt out bc she needs her vitamin c.
He is never letting kihyun live after this
You both good.
:) he is too soft to make you in pain
↬ Kihyun
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I honestly hate kihyun sassy ass 
but I love him :( 
he is A JEALOUS BITCH 
a lil bit controlling... just keep him at his place and it will be fine
he gets more jealous of your friends and coworkers 
because in his head, if you already like/love them, they can steal you 
what a smart hamster 
but dumb bc you wouldn't replace him 
and even with a superego, like everyone, kihyun has his insecurities
so yes > afraid of losing you< its an issue here
one day you just keep telling about your friend wooyoung 
and how happy you are for him and his lover
because he made like the cutest things for their one-year anniversary 
and you just keep telling all the details, excited for your friend 
kihyun gets jealous and mad because he thinks you’re saying that wooyoung is better, more romantic 
kh: okay just date him already 
you: ???? what?
kh: you only talk about how is he the most romantic guy right? i get it
you: no its not- 
kh: I might not have a lot time for you bc of the band but I swear I try my very best for you, I mean if you are unhappy with me I understand but 
you: kihyun shut up 
he looks at you, damn he is mad 
you sigh bc this hoe is mad for nothing
you: first of all wooyoung is gay and his lover is san 
kh: ohh
you: yeah ohhh, plus I am very satisfied with you baby why would you say that? I love you bitch, I ain't never gonna stop loving you, bitch
kh: I love you too baby and stopping using old vines to tell you love me 
you: no 
you: I WANT A CHURCH BOY WHO GOES TO CHURCH AND READ HIS BIBLEEEE
kh: that’s it goodbye 
kihyun has left the room
but smiling bc he loves you 
↬ Hyungwon
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GOD HE DOES NOT CARE AT ALL
maybe because we know hyungwon is a very straightforward person 
and you two make sure to always make clear each other feeling and thoughts
so Won knows how much you love him 
you love him and he loves you
what's more important than that?
so when the fandom and the media discover about you two 
that was rumours about you cheating on him with your best male friend
and someone photoshopped a picture of you two kissing 
hyungwon saw this and immediately made sure to speak to the press
hw: this picture is fake and y/n is only a friend of the male with her, she is loyal so don't try to break something that is unbreakable
you cried seeing that bc 
your men>>>>>>>>>>>>
you: baby you didn't tell me about that
hw: I didn't want to worry you, it’s okay now 
you: you really trust me huh? 
hw: of course I do 
he kissed you gently 
hw: also, I am a 10 and your friend is a 7 in the max, seriously you must be crazy to even think about cheating on me  
you: you're right, I could never 
you hug him because he is so precious uwu 
And damn he is right
He is a god
Could you tell me where can I find my own hyungwon?
↬ Jooheon
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SO HAHA remember this lil shit?
with all that “ jealous is for ppl who don’t trust each other”?
haha BULLSHIT 
once again joo trust you of course 
but he gets annoyed 
world please understand 
YOU ARE HIS GIRL 
PERIODT!!!! 
so let's say that some pictures of you being hella sexy were out for the public
nothing promiscuous just
sexy you know?
so these pics were out ( was intentional bc you were promoting for a friend)
but everyone was talking about 
so one rapper commented “ damn that’s hot” 
and well
jooheon is not happy about this 
he knows its only a campaign but DOES PPL NEED TO TALK THAT YOU ARE HOT? 
jh: asshole hot is my fucking hand after slap your ugly face I swear I will cut everyone hand that commented those things about my girl 
you: jooheon
jh: what??? 
you: well forget it, you're mad :( 
he is sorry for being angry 
jh: sorry baby, just tell me pretty baby ~
you: I was going to say... why don’t you do what they want so badly?
he still didn't understand
so you sit on his lap
kissing his neck, you whisper close to his ears 
you: why don’t you show me what only you can do? 
you: why don't you make me scream the name of the only person that can touch my body? 
jh: oh baby, you can bet I will, gladly 
he smirks and...
you know ;)
( I am not weak for angry!jooheon, you are)
↬ Changkyun
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he is the most passionate guy 
that’s why Kyun is so confusing in my eyes
he pretends he is cold, but he is soft
he pretends being dope, he is weird
he pretends to be a fuckboy but is romantic 
he pretends he does not care, but he cares, waaay too much 
maybe both of you are jealous 
nobody has ever said about being exclusive at all
but it was an exclusive thing 
both just didn't know ( clowns 🤡)
the game was going to be a draw
but kyun couldn't help himself when that guy was touching you way too much 
taking way to much smiles and laughs of you 
when he could look at you way to close 
and dance way to sensual with you 
no, he couldn't help himself of picking you and find an empty place to talk 
ck: look I just... why are you with him? 
you: kyun I mean, you were with that girl too and, wait, you're jealous?
kyun just keep looking at you like you discover his dark secret  
you: good, I was with him to make jealous 
ck: really?
you: yeah so just fucking kiss me 
and he did 
all night
making sure that from now, you're his
and he is yours 
like is supposed to be 
<3 
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eeunoia · 4 years
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An Idol’s Girl | l.ty
Note ⚠⚠⚠ : This will be my first blog so I’m sorry if it’s not good??? I really just can’t help but to write this ehe. Adios.
Summary: Y/N as a trainee and Lee Taeyong as her boyfriend. Kind of sum up everything.
This is so terrible but I can’t stop myself from writing this and posting it so rip to those who will encounter this to their newsfeeds??? hehehe. Don;t hate me tho, I’m like new to all of this so bare with me??
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"To the world, NCT! Annyeonghaseyo NCT-imnida." I smiled as I watched them bow their heads in front of their fans. My eyes stared from the first boy from the left up until to the last one. They sure crowd the whole stage with all of their members.
I can say that SM Entertainment's future will really be bright because of them. With their visual like faces and their unbelievable talents, they will surely be remarkable.
Everyone's eye catching I can say that, but one man surely captured my eyes and my heart.
I smiled when he slightly caught me staring, Lee Taeyong. He was smiling while waving at their fans but when we locked our eyes, his smile disappeared for a while.
I pursed my lips as that hurt me. Why am I even surprised? And why the hell did I went here even though I know he won't be happy with it?
I sighed heavily as I slowly squished myself out of their loud fans. They were screaming and pushing each other but luckily, I made it out alive and a whole piece.
When I was already making my way out of the venue my phone rang so I fished it out from my pocket as I slightly hugged myself because of the cold breeze.
"Hello?"
"Where are you right now, Y/n? Did you make it in NCT's showcase?"
I smiled when I heard Jiguem Unnie's voice at the other line. She's a trainee from the Sm Entertainment together with me. We've known each other for years since we started training.
"Neh, but I'll be there in 15 minutes."
"Eh? Why?"
Of course she'll wonder why! The showcase is for 4 hours and I've been gone for only 1 hour.
I stayed silent, didn't really find the right words to say. I heard her heavy sigh and I knew she already figured out what happen.
"What did your asshole boyfriend did once again?"
The corner of my lips rose up not because I'm happy. But because of how I find things awful. He's my boyfriend and I'm just trying to support him.
"N-Nothing," i almost hit myself in my imagination because I stuttered.
"You know what? I can't believe why you still endure that relationship of yours with Lee Taeyong when you can just break up with him."
"I love him." that's the sad fact here. I love Taeyong but I'm not sure if he still feel the same way towards me.
We met the first time when our President wants the trainees to perform in one of the company's family concert. We were thrilled when we first heard about it. It will be the time Sm Ent. will introduce their trainees.
So all of us were gathered in one of the meeting halls to discuss about the said event. There is where I met him. I didn't like him at first because I don't like the way he makes me nervous.
With his visual that looks like he's been pulled off from an anime, he surely looks unreal. He have this sharp features that made him look intimidating.
It was hard for me to get close with him when I find it easy with the others. I'm a very friendly person and I get along with other people pretty well so I find it odd for me to feel different around him. That's when I realize I like him.
After a month of knowing each other, Jaehyun told me that Taeyong wanted to be close to me. I didn't believed it at first as I never saw him try. But then he started showing interest at me. He asked me out in coffee dates during our free days. It was fun!
Soon we slowly grew feelings for each other that pretty much led into a relationship. It was great actually. The first three months were just us showing how much we cared for one another. The management even knows about us and didn't really went against. I was close with his co-trainees as well.
We were doing fine until they started getting busy for their debut as NCT U. I was very excited for him and really rooting for his success. I knew how hardworking he is so he deserves this.
But as he slowly approach his dream, thats when we grew apart. We started hanging out less. I understand it of course. We started having big fights that led me to sleepless nights.
Our relationship went from a happy one to a dull commitment. My friends kept on telling me to just let him go because they think it's just not meant to be, but I'm just stubborn. I want to hold on. I don't know why, but I want to.
"Still no text?" I glanced over one of my co-trainee when she asked me that. She probably noticed I've been checking my phone too many times today.
I shook my head slowly and pouted my lips because of unhappy feeling that I've felt.
"Maybe he's just busy, Y/n-ah." Jiguem unnie said trying to lighten up my mood.
"I'm texting Mark, he said they're not busy today." Koeun said frankly.
I sighed heavily as it slowly sink into me. I get it! He's avoiding me. But I just don't know his reason! I can't remember that we argue about something? The last time we talk is me saying good luck for their comeback! I even let him do as he please, I don't confront him for all the days he's been so cold to me. I let that pass since I want him to focus with his comeback.
"Maybe he's cheating behind your back?" My thoughts were interrupted by one of the other trainees. We all looked at her in unison.
"(Trainee name)!" the other trainees called out her name with their warning tone. I saw how she just gave us a shrug.
I'm close to all of them and they're all just worried about me. They don't want Taeyong taking me for granted.
"What? We can't just feed Y/n lies! We have to be honest here. We all know her boyfriend is being an asshole so if he's cheating behind her back won't shock me at all." She said then rolled her eyes.
I understand her. She cares for me that's why she's like that. She doesn't want me to be hurt.
I unconsciously bit my nails as the possibility suddenly kicks in my thought. My heard thump in distress as I silently wish it won't be true. I knew for some reason that he loves me. Not as much as I probably love him but I'm sure he still loves me, right? I mean he won't stay in a relationship with me if he doesn't.
"Just confront him about it. Ask him why he's acting this way." Jiguem unnie suggested that I ended up just agreeing to. I don't have a choice because I also think that will be the best decision to do right now.
________
I'm here waiting for him outside their apartment building. It's just a couple of blocks away from where we're staying so I just walked myself here. It's already night time so nobody's around. The streets are dead silent and almost scary if it wasn't for the peaceful vibe.
I breath in some fresh air and tried to sit at the corner to wait for him. Jaehyun said that Taeyong usually go in the convenient store during this time to avoid people so he'll be out anytime soon.
I snapped my head over the other side when I heard some noise and there he is. Lee Taeyong wearing his hoody and a sweat pants. He didn't have his hood on so it was easy for me to notice his bright red hair color.
I smiled at the sight of him and felt how I badly I missed him. I was about to walk towards him but my steps halted when I saw him happily talking through his phone. Who is he talking to?
"Taeyong oppa." I called him. He looked at me and his smile slowly fades.
"I'll call you again." He said. He hangs up then looked at me. I wanted to ask who it was but I just want to hug him. I haven't seen him for weeks!
"Y/n? What are you doing here?" There isn't a smiling Taeyong anymore. Now, only a slightly mad with furrowing brows Taeyong is present.
"Jaehyun oppa said you usually go out during this hour so I tried my luck and hoped I'll see you." I said then pout. I saw how he clenched his jaw then sighed heavily.
"Come on, I'll take you back to your dorm." I just gave him a nod before walking behind him.
At least I got to walk with him and spend a couple of minutes together, right?
The girls and I are now sharing a dorm since they're already planning our debut. Finally.
Since it wasn't that far, we arrived fast. I was pouting and a little sad since we haven't really talk even during the walk.
I faced him and bit my lip as I saw him staring at me intently. It wasn't the same way he stares at me but I don't care. I believe that I can still fix this. I can still fix us.
"Taeyong, can we hang out tomorrow?" I asked him smiling. He sighed.
"You know I can't be seen in public, right?"  He sounded a bit sarcastic that made me sad even more. He never been sarcastic to me before just when he wants to tease me.
"I didn't mean we go out in public places. We c-can hang out in the Sm Building like before." I said really trying to spend some time with him.
His eyes were cold while staring at me. Like as if he was staring at someone he doesn't know, someone he doesn't care about. And it hurst me. It hurts me big time.
"I'm busy. Why tomorrow?" he asked carelessly.
I felt my eyes heated up after what he asked and I just tried to pull up a smile so he won't notice it.
"Ah~ Nothing! Nevermind, thank you for walking me here and take care on your way back." I said then bowed my head before hurrying myself inside.
I sighed. A deep one. How come he always forgot our monthsary?
When I entered the dorm, they were all in the living room watching some kdrama. They were laughing but when they saw me, their mood changes up.
"What happened? Why are you back so early?" one of them asked.
"Where is Taeyong? Did you guys talk?"
"Hey, are you okay?" Jiguem unnie asked and it almost made me breakdown right there. But I stopped myself. I put so much trouble in us already. I don't want them getting messed up because of my emotions.
I tried smiling but I didn't know if it went well.
"I'm okay. I'll head to my room first." And I didn't wait for their response. I just walk my ass in my room like a lifeless creature.
When I made it inside the room felt quiet and empty. I hated it. I used to fill this room with laughter and giggles because of him but now it's plain... lifeless. Like me.
I was about to lay down when my phone beeped. I lazily fished it from my pocket and saw that Jaehyun sent me a message.
______________________________________________________________
Jaehyun
I think Taeyong is cheating behind your back, Y/n. I'm sorry.
Part 2
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typinggently · 4 years
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Time for some more 3 am crackhead thoughts with yours truly. This week's concept is Bruce in super hero themed dresses with thigh high socks no shoes (I'm having a thing against shoes this week idk). Just imagine him laying around the tower with a short dress rising up his T H I C C ass and he's just laying on the couch watching TV. - Monster anon
firstly: I love it!!! thank you so much!!
secondly: You know what this reminds me of? Before I got really into feral Bruce, I had my (dearly beloved) “Bruce Wayne being a thotty Bottom is extremely important to me” tag. Which is a mouthful, I know. But the idea is this: Bruce? Thicc yet Repressed. Brucie? Thotsona.
Waning: Semi-public? Public??? sex? Slight exhibitionism. Clark & his alien anatomy
Now.
-
Have I watched…a SINGLE…DC film that came out in the few years? Apart from SSquad and Wonder Woman (do you know how sad I am that I’m missing BoP because of the whole virus situation?!)? No.
And yet. Jason Momoa is very hot, you know?
So what I’m saying it that when I read that, half asleep, my brain supplied that the person to stumble upon this gorgeous view should be Arthur? For reasons that don’t extend past “he’d slap that ass no questions asked”, to be entirely honest. Which is exactly what Bruce is aiming for, arranging himself on that sofa with that little dress that barely covers his ass, practically arching his back in invitation. Arthur would have to test that bounce and who could blame him?!! Certainly not Bruce, that’s for sure.
(Bruce riding Arthur on that couch and Clark walking in, so Bruce’s first instinct is to push Arthur deeper into the cushions and rest his elbows on the back of the couch, as if practising his splits against the back of the sofa while flushed and panting and wearing a slutty little orange-green dress is something he does on the regular. Clark 100% doesn’t mind and he also naturally very much knows that Bruce has a cock up his ass as they speak, but he’s amused by the show Bruce is putting on for him and decides to stay and entertain his little ‘getting caught’/exhibitionism kink. Bonus if Bruce actually comes like that, trying to talk to Clark while Arthur, who was getting smothered by The Tiddies, is mouthing at his nipples and slowly rocking up into him)
-
But to sweep sleepy-nasty me away with a broom, I do have some thoughts regarding Clark.
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Because as a concept, Clark is very sweet and polite and chivalrous. In reality, he is all those things, but he’s also a hot-blooded alien farmboy with an intense sex drive. Which means that if he’s confronted with the visuals of Bruce in a dress with the red skirt just short enough that the hem is resting on the curve of his ass and thigh high socks on his thick thighs, he’s going to act.
So he’ll walk up with his usual cheer and be all “Hey, Honey, are you watching something fun? :)” and his hand is on Bruce’s thigh. Just like that. Very natural, very casual. (And he’s not acting. He’s very casual and natural. Sweetheart is wearing a short outfit? Wonderful. Let’s touch him, show him some appreciation)
And Bruce is stubborn. He’s not going to lose(?) this game(which he himself started by wearing a teeny tiny superman-themed dress). So he holds an entire conversation with Clark, as if the hand on his thigh is perfectly natural. Considering it is to Clark, Bruce is really just fighting himself, btw.
But to be fair - Clark isn’t putting his hand just anywhere. He took his warm palm and put it right on the little strip of skin above the thigh highs. High enough to brush against the underside of his ass, thumb now and them playfully slipping underneath the hem of his underwear, letting the elastic snap back at Bruce’s ass.
So that conversation lasts about five to seven minutes before Clark is all “By the way - I like your outfit.”
Bruce, who’s been trying not to grind his cock against the sofa cushions due to the warm hand on his thigh, squeezing him absent-mindedly when Clark’s making a point, goes “hmmm.”
“I just think - I mean, I’m not an expert on these matters, but aren’t you supposed to wear something tiny underneath a dress like this?”
“Tiny?”
“Yes. Not that your underwear isn’t lovely, but I think it lacks a certain - a certain appeal.”
Bruce hums again, then goes on to explain why he’s wearing cotton briefs (they’re best for your skin etc etc). Clark isn’t listening. He’s feeling Bruce up (politely). “That’s lovely, sunshine, but I think it really doesn’t do the look any favours. I think you should better take them off.”
“???” Bruce says, but too late.
rip (hehe) Bruce’s underwear. Torn to shreds to reveal his gorgeous ass.
What I’m getting at is that Bruce in his thotty, thotty outfit is getting tongue-fucked, shaking to pieces on the sofa while the TV is still on.
And Clark, the bastard, will stop out of the blue, pull back, flip that skirt back down as if the fact that one of Bruce’s legs is on the floor, his thighs spread widely and kiss-wet where the skirt is riding up is in any way subtle. Bruce, shaking and needy, has to listen to Clark hold a conversation, his own face pressed into the cushions, hole hot and needy, clenching on nothing as he prays for whoever wandered in to just leave so Clark and his wet chin can get back to work.
Clark, contrary to popular belief, isn’t an asshole. He’s simply polite enough to stop his activities and exchange a few kind words. That’s very nice, actually. And when he notices that Bruce is very needy and very unhappy with that turn of events, he slips his hand back underneath that ridiculous excuse of a skirt and pushes a few fingers into him to make him happy.
Bruce, hole suddenly stuffed, is keening into the cushions. 
“Are you alright, Darlin’?”, Clark asks, gently fucking three thick fingers into his hole. 
The other person is nice enough to leave shortly after and Bruce is finally, finally getting a proper fucking. Alien twin cocks stuffing him to the brim, Clark and his super stamina fucking him languidly into the cushions. Very hard thrusts, but slow. It’s brain-melting, honestly.
And speaking of brain-melting. Clark at some point realises that he hasn’t seen Bruce’s face properly yet, so he flips him and the dress has a boob window where the crest of el would be. Just. Slick bouncy pecs, nipples threatening to slip past the hem of the window. 
At that point, Clark loses the friendly-languid pace. And the sight of Bruce, flushed and panting, with his puffy pink nipples (Clark had to tease them and make sure they’d slip into the window for easier access) and his skirt fluttering now and then, hinting at his cock - that’s just a lot. That’s understandable. 
After all that teasing, Bruce comes relatively quickly, and that display (moaning, splattering his cute dress, tightening around Clark etc) sends Clark over the edge as well. 
But honestly? In that display? Once isn’t cutting it.
Maybe Clark just goes straight back to teasing. Or, more likely, he’ll be all “thank you so much, sweetheart, that was fun :)”, kiss him, flip his dress back down and leave, only to return two hours later and find Bruce in the same position he was in originally(=as Clark left him). Only now he’s fucked out, languid, drowsy, one leg still hanging over the edge of the sofa so the curve of his ass is almost visible, still a little kiss-slick and definitely well-fucked, judging by the slight bruises. 
Clark goes “ah, well, don’t mind if I do” & walks up to do the same exact thing all over again. Hand on Bruce’s thigh, fingers brushing his slick hole right from the start this time, polite conversation. & that’s how Bruce gets eaten out (again) and fucked (again). 
In conclusion: dresses + thigh highs + feigned nonchalance…terribly effective combination
(babes it’s 1:41…thank you so much for your horny late night thoughts…they’re an endless delight…I hope you enjoyed this nastiness in return 💝💝
I will also proofread this tomorrow and apologise for any sleep-deprived weirdness in spelling or grammar…thank u…)
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sickfic-with-kiko · 4 years
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Hi! I’m the one who asked for the twins! This is my prompt: So there’s a night where the twins are alone in the house playing fifa, but then Atsumu wants to go to bed and Osamu thinks that is weird but let him sleep with him anyways, the thing is that Atsumu was feeling bad since morning (nauseous, stomachache and dizzy) but he don’t vomit till midnight where Osamu has to take care of him (this is stomach flu) ... a little cliche but the rest is for your imagination! Thank u❤️
Merry late Christmas, friends!
“Oi, Tsumu. Wanna play some FIFA?”
Osamu’s suggestion has Atsumu slowly lifting his head off his pillow. Osamu prods him for good measure, and he falls off the bottom bunk with a groan.
“Sure,” Atsumu murmurs, ignoring the cramp that twists and turns in his gut. His stomach’s been feeling weird ever since breakfast, or possibly even before. He hadn’t had the time to ask his parents to get him some over-the-counter pills for it, and now he’s stuck with the ache.
“Well, you’re second player.” Osamu tosses a controller at him, and the energy he puts into catching it costs him more than it should. Something’s wrong, but he’d rather die than admit it to his brother.
Atsumu grunts, opening and shutting his eyes at the bright display of the video game. It only makes the weird dizziness in his head worse. Osamu doesn’t seem to notice, too busy customising his team.
Atsumu plays less than well against Osamu, every dizzy spell making him play recklessly and make stupid mistakes. Osamu beats him mercilessly, having no reason to go easy on him. The headache only gets worse, pressure intensifying on his brain.
“I think I’m gonna go and sleep. I’m tired.” Atsumu murmurs, after his sixth loss in a row. His stomach feels… off. And whenever something feels off, sleeping it off usually works out for him.
Osamu smirks. “Jealous, are we?”
“Shut up.”
Atsumu tosses the controller aside, and Osamu turns off the TV. “I’ll sleep too, then. It’s boring when you can’t see someone’s losing face while playing.”
“You’re garbage.” Atsumu grumbles. If he wasn’t feeling so sick, he would have wiped the floor with Osamu.
“Says you, shit-pig.” Osamu lightly bonks Atsumu on the shoulder. He climbs to the top bunk, while Atsumu takes the bottom. It’s unusual how Atsumu isn’t putting up a fight about it, but he’s too tired to care.
“Goodnight. Whatever.”
The lights are switched off, and Atsumu falls into a deep sleep.
When he wakes up again, his stomach feels like it’s being stabbed repeatedly. The cramps only get worse with every second. He slowly reaches out to place his hand over it, and whines as soon as his hand touches the upset organ.
A wave of nausea washes over him, and he immediately realises he’s sicker than he thought. His first thought is food poisoning, but then Osamu should be sick too. Stomach flu?
Atsumu decides to ignore it. If he leaves it alone for long enough, it should go away. He closes his eyes, but his stomach gurgles so much, he can't sleep.
Osamu is fast asleep on the top bunk. Atsumu can hear him snore. It’s not fair, Osamu being the only one to sleep peacefully. Atsumu shouldn’t be the only one suffering.
Everything in the room starts to float. He’s dizzy, and the room itself starts to spin as well. Maybe it’s himself that’s floating. It feels like motion sickness, which does nothing to help the nausea rising in his chest.
Atsumu glances at the digital clock on the desk. It reads 11:57. He’s been sleeping for a couple of hours, but he doesn’t feel well-rested at all.
The annoyance, mixed with the stomach pain, is what makes him poke on Osamu’s mattress.
“Hey, Samu. Samu, wake up. Hey.”
Atsumu punches the mattress above him, until a small groan comes from above him. “The ‘uck do ya want, Tsumu?”
“Come down, please?” Atsumu hates how pathetic he sounds, but he can’t bring himself to care. His stomach cramps again, coiling tightly. “I feel kinda weird. The room’s too hot and too cold.”
Osamu slips down the ladder, peering into Atsumu’s face with a look of fatigue and exasperation. “It’s midnight. What the hell do you want me to do? Open the window or something?”
Atsumu grips his hand, before he can walk away to do so. “My stomach hurts. What do I do?”
“...You’re asking me?” Osamu huffs. He places his hand on Atsumu’s stomach, rubbing it with his palm. “Wow. It’s making unhappy noises.”
Atsumu frowns at his brother, as his stomach gurgles once more. “Thanks a lot. I feel like shit, Samu.”
“You look it.” Osamu says, but without the usual sarcastic tone. “Does it hurt bad? Do you think you have a fever?”
A fever. That… would make sense, really. His mouth feels hot but he can’t stop shivering. “Maybe…” He murmurs, and Osamu feels his forehead carefully.
“Definitely a fever. It could be the flu, or maybe a stomach bug?”
Osamu tosses a thermometer at him, and adds an extra blanket on Atsumu’s bed. Atsumu grabs the thermometer and sticks it under his arm. His temperature surely can’t be that high, if he’s so cold. Even with the extra blanket, he’s shivering.
“Thirty-eight degrees. Yup, you’re in sick person territory. Sleep.” Osamu stares at him disapprovingly.
“Stop with that look. Do you think being sick is fun? Want me to breathe on you?” Atsumu threatens him, but Osamu doesn’t shut up. He can’t be very convincing, with a fever.
But there’s only so much wisecracking he can do, before the stomachache gets too painful to ignore. Atsumu groans, curling up with his arms around his middle. Osamu notices him groaning, and starts rubbing his back.
“You’re really not feeling well, huh?” Osamu says, and Atsumu notices that tears are in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I feel really sick.” Atsumu says, and not just in the sense of general unwellness. There’s a stabbing pain in his abdomen, and nausea building up in his chest. His mouth tastes like a strange combination of sweet and bitter. It’s a tell-tale sign that he’s going to be sick.
There’s sweat soaking his entire back, and it feels disgusting and wet against his skin. The room is too cold. He can’t stop shivering and groaning with fever, and the upset stomach doesn’t help.
“Do you want a drink?”
Atsumu shakes his head. “If I drink something now, I’ll throw up.” His stomach heaves at the thought of drinking, and Osamu jumps, terrified.
“Don’t throw up on the bed. Don’t.” Osamu warns him, in a tone that makes sure he’ll be skinned alive if he does vomit on the bed. “Here.”
Osamu hands him a bowl. It’s empty and made out of plastic. Atsumu wants to curse something out- his brother, his luck, the bowl. But the only thing that comes out of his mouth is a sickly burp.
“I don’t like puking.” Atsumu whines, and Osamu rolls his eyes. His brother was never one for sympathy. Oh well- the Miya brothers aren’t exactly known for their brotherly love and care.
A sudden twist of nausea rises from his stomach, and vomit splatters into the bowl. He blinks out the tears in disbelief. He couldn’t even see it coming. If Osamu hadn’t placed the bowl under his chin, he would have soiled everything on his bed.
“Oh, fuck.” Osamu cringes, but gently places a hand on Atsumu’s back and rubs supportive patterns against it. “Just let it all out. Then maybe you’ll feel better.”
Atsumu isn’t sure whether to trust him. The only thing he can register is the painful squeeze in his stomach, and a gag that pushes everything into his mouth. Everything feels so stuck inside his throat. Coughing makes the heaving worse.
“This- this is bad,” Atsumu chokes out, hands shaking as he grips the blankets. “Oh, god. My stomach hurts like a motherfucker.”
“I’m glad I can only imagine.” Osamu wrinkles his nose, as another stream of vomit splatters into the container. Atsumu’s stomach contracts hard, forcing out everything that hadn’t already been squeezed out of it.
Atsumu can’t seem to stop retching, and everything hurts because of it. His throat is sore from the acid burning its way up, and his nostrils are stuffy and achy. His salivary glands feel swollen and strange.
“I’ll go toss this out. Rinse your mouth, and try not to puke until I come back.”
Atsumu grabs the bottle of water beside his pillow, and takes a few sips of it to take the sliminess out of his mouth. “Thanks,” he murmurs, as Osamu walks out of their room with the bowl.
As annoying as Osamu is, Atsumu has to give him credit for being a decent caretaker. Atsumu doesn’t like dealing with sick people one bit, especially assholes. Unfortunately, he’s both of them, as of now.
Having a brother isn’t so bad after all, he thinks. Osamu comes back with some more medical supplies, placing a cold pack on his forehead. It’s on all straight and proper, the way their does it for them when they’re sick.
Extending his arms, Atsumu allows Osamu to cuddle with him in the bottom bunk together, just for one night.
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bekahdoesnerdshit · 4 years
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no one else has reblogged ask meme Mondays so I'm just going fucking apeshit with u. from the big boy: b7 for raini bc it's funny, c1 for cog bc it's inchresting, h3 for brilliance bc I know there's some gay shit going on and I want to hear more, then a17 (character proud of themselves or ur proud of ur rp as them) L5 and L6 for whomsoever u want to talk about
I won’t need a readmore for this one, I tell myself. There’s not that many questions, and they’re not proseboys. I was a fool. She’s too long to be allowed to run on people’s dashboards unrestrained 😔 Thank you! For going apeshit!!
Raini
B7. How do they respond to babies crying in public? I guarantee the image you have for how Raini would react to a crying baby is 10000% correct. She’s unhappy. Uncomfortable. Unimpressed. Can you please make that thing be quiet. Why did you have it if you can’t mange it. This is why she’s never having kids. Like she’s not gonna say anything to the parents or shoot them dirty looks, because she’s not that specific flavor of asshole, but she’s going Mind Her Business and vacate the premises if possible. People who want to take care of something should just get a cat. Goddamn. There is ONE (1) baby that may qualify for an exception, and that’s Red. This is because (and please, picture Raini, the absolute picture of ‘fed up’, squatting down to look a fussy Red in the eye while she says this) “Baby Lent. You’re better than this. I know you are, and you’re letting me down. You need to stop making that noise.” This is unrelated to the question, but please also picture a Raini who was asked (blackmailed?) into babysitting using her Mage Hand to change Red’s diaper. It has nothing to do with the question but I think it’s a Very funny mental image. Thank you.
Cog
C1. Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it? Absolutely! The way Cog approaches the world is defined by three main mantras: - Kindness is a discipline, not a character trait. - Doing the right thing isn’t always easy, but it is always worth doing. - If you are able to help someone, you have an obligation to do so. Between these three things, Cog sees the world in pretty black and white terms. There are right decisions, and wrong ones. The difference between the two is usually clear to anyone who cares to look, and so most of the evil in the world is born of selfishness. Consequently, Cog does very poorly in morally grey situations. She will commit without hesitation to any course of action that she deems “right” and “kind” no matter how drastic or dangerous it is, but she pretty much shuts down the second she’s faced with a decision that has consequences for someone regardless of what she does.  I’m sure that has not, and will not, come in her life ever at all. Ahah!  I think originally, this worldview was born of naivety. She grew up that religious kind of super sheltered where everything in the secular world was dangerous and dirty, and so when Cog began to realize that definitely wasn’t the case she made the choice to intentionally see the best in people and the world around her to fight what she was told growing up. When she started traveling with her party and actually seeing more of the world than the extremes of a) shitty cult town b) shiny clean magic school, she began to realize that the true state of the Wasteland was somewhere between what her Mama had told her and what she wanted to believe it was. But I’ve never in my life made a character who is stubborn as hell deep down, so instead of letting the world she found herself in change her Cog took a deep breath, rolled up her sleeves, and settled in to be the one changing it by loving and helping the people around her.
Brilliance
H3. Does your OC believe there’s only one ideal partner (or multiple ideal if not monogamous) for everyone, or that there are many people who could be right? I think Brilliance absolutely adores the idea of two people being made for one another. Two souls, wandering the world looking for one another? Who slot together so perfectly that when they find each other it’s clear they never could have fit anywhere else? Bruh. Yes, she knows love takes work. Sometimes you and your partner are going to disagree, and sometimes there’s going to be conflict. The world isn’t “love at first sight” then smooth sailing for the rest of your life. But you put in the work to make your lives better, together, because the universe gave you this person to care for. Maybe there are many people who you could be happy with, and those relationships aren’t anything to look down on. But when you find The One, Brilliance thinks, you know. She certainly did.
Don’t Worry About It
A17. What’s one of your OC’s proudest moments of themselves? Gonna hijack this question to talk about rp moments I’m proud of because Alex sorta kinda gave me permission to do that! Alright! For Raini, the biggest rp moment I’m proud of was her “I’m getting our memories back” speech a few sessions ago, specifically the line, “We’ve been fighting with one hand tied behind our backs for too long. If we’re going to die fighting this thing, I want to know exactly what I’m fighting for.” Morgan and I had been planning to kick off our return from July Hell Hiatus with Wish Two for a couple of days, which meant I was lucky enough to be able to spend a little while planning what to say. I feel like that line in particular embodies Raini’s unwavering confidence in her magic, her determination, and her specific brand of caring for the people around her without actually admitting that’s what she’s doing. I also really liked the way the scene of her apologizing to the party for being Bitchy post losing Magic for a minute went! Idk if anyone else remembers it, because it was pretty short in game, but! I thought it was a very good moment of Raini finding the most Roundabout way to say “thank you for looking out for me while I was defenseless”.  If I can pat myself on the back a little, my Cog monologues kick Ass. The most recent one was when she was talking to Ace about how War is Bad (radical, I know) and there was a moment where she looked at him and said, “...I’m not going to ask for your help, because I don’t know what I’ll do if I do and you say no.” Which. OOF. That was her and I realizing in real time that she and Ace were very much on different sides of this issue. When the session ended everyone said they Loved how good and hurtful that conversation was and I :’) Also, there was a really small moment when Cog was pleading for Maelo’s life (when Sunny’s dad had him locked in a cat carrier. It’s a Long story, made slightly better by the fact that Maelo was wildshaped into a cat at the time) and Cog went Straight for the dad heartstrings by sniffling and asking if, please, would Robert at least let her say goodbye to her friend before he killed him? Please? 😢  She is using her baby face for EVIL!  And oh my god how could I forget! Arcane Timeout! When the party went back to New Alexandria and was confronted by Ace for helping a prisoner escape (which, in fairness, Maelo did do) and Cog brought the encounter screeching to a halt by casting Wall of Stone to make a timeout hut with herself and Ace inside. She then sat herself down, looked Ace dead in the eye, and told him that the wall wasn’t coming down until he actually talked to her, or until he broke her concentration on the spell. She banked hard on him not being willing to hurt her, and it paid off. There were tears all around, both in and out of character. It was Wonderful. Also! I do just want recognition for the fact that I did not give into my impulses to be a little Shit as Cog last session by subtle casting Heal in Ace’s face after he Counterspelled my Healing Word. it was what I Rebekah wanted to do more than anything; unfortunately Cog is a better person than I am. There is No worse feeling than wanting so badly to do something you have no choice but to admit isn’t in character. Rip.  For whatever reason, all of my favorite Brilliance rp moments came during combat. Pressing her forehead to Sabre’s after he died in silent grief, forcefully taking a Narzugon off his Nightmare and then using Misty Step to mount it herself and take off after her friend, planting herself in the chokepoint of a hallway to stare down three minotaurs so she could keep her party safe behind her, pushing deeper into the hellwasp nest to rescue Dembe and Sabre despite knowing that doing so all but destroyed her chance of making it out alive, the list goes on. There were good out of combat moments too (despite the rest of the party’s best efforts 🙄), but I feel like for once I made a character who really shone in combat.  oh GOD I just remembered one really really good rp moment, when our rogue Zihro died when he got separated from the party during combat. We finished taking care of the main devil we were fighting, then began searching the dungeon for Zihro and the npc he was with. We, instead, found both of their corpses. Dembe looked to Brilliance, our healer, and demanded to know why she was just standing there instead of fixing their friend. We were only level three or four at the time, so Brilliance had to tell Dembe, again and again, that she couldn’t fix Zihro. It was too late, she wasn’t powerful enough yet, her goddess wouldn’t answer a prayer like that- It was a rough scene, and without question one of the best rp moments I’ve had with that group. Tae, if you’re reading this, you’re the only one with rights. Also, please unfollow this blog immediately.  Now as a quick pick-me-up after that mess, Pip’s best rp moment was when our barbarian Durokal -who couldn’t read and had a habit of running off and causing Problems- found a plaque he could tell had five words on it, and called Pip over to read it for him when Pip finished chasing him down. Pip, annoyed and out of breath and all of two feet tall, looked up at this 7 foot half-orc and told him, “It says: I’m. Gonna. Kick. Your. Ass.” Also, he regularly called very powerful figures in Barovia by sweet nicknames with “Mr.” in the front. As a sign of Respect. Because he’s the Best. sdfhsdkfj he also he couldn’t think of a fake name quick enough one time so he told an npc that is name was Dick and he was Very embarrassed about it. She: bought it!
Brilliance, Again
L5. Which OC do you think is the most decent morally or behaviorally?  AKA, which is supposed to a “good guy”? The answer is Cog, but we already went in depth on her morals this ask. She’s HAD enough screen time let’s move on. Brilliance is the only other character who, if asked, would say they saw themselves as a good guy instead of just “a person”. She strives to do right by the people around her, and to protect the light and beauty found in the world. She doesn’t have the same illusions about the world wanting to be a good place that Cog does, and she very much understands that sometimes the best thing you can do for the world is to put the things that make it dangerous six feet under. What’s interesting I think is that, despite being a paladin, she isn’t Lawful Good! She’s Neutral Good, because you know what? She wants to do the right thing, and laws aren’t always right. It’s up to you, as a person with a mind and free will and agency, to look at a situation and decide what you think is the right thing to do. And, for Brilliance, generally the right thing to do is heft her sword, raise her shield, and face trouble head on.
Raini, Once More
L6. Which OC do you think is the worst morally or behaviorally? AKA, which is supposed to be a “bad guy”? I don’t have any evil aligned characters, because I personally find things like “getting along with my party members” sexy, but the character who’s the shittiest and the worst is obviously Raini. She’s not a bad person per say, she’s just selfish and results oriented. Very much “the ends justify the means” and in a party like hers she’s aware that somebody has to be the bad guy sometimes, and she’s not afraid to make sure that’s her. She’s also very very likely to fall victim to her hubris making her feel like she definitely knows what’s best, and acting on that maybe without consulting other people (see: the whole fucking premise of the campaign). She sees a goal, she sees a way to accomplish that goal, so why shouldn’t she begin taking the necessary steps to reach it? I think the events of the game have mellowed this flaw out a little bit, but you can still see traces of it in the way she, for example, wordlessly handed Lent a bunch of diamonds before launching her consciousness into the Abeast and very nearly dying in there without consulting with the party first. It happens!  Also, behaviorally, she’s just. I mean. She’s like that. The worst. And that, I promise, will never change. 
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always-slytherins · 5 years
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upopular opinion
Alright, I feel like this needs to be said, and probably people here will hate me for this, but whatever. So I've been scrolling through hashtags after Dan's video and everything was nice and supportive ad respectful, and my heart was blessed and happy and THEN... drama happened. Over the „phan” thing. I understand that some people might be angry about posting about it, I really get it, especially when it gets crazy, but after scrolling for like half an hour I think there was maybe ONE (1!!!) post that was a bit more than just happiness. There was a lot of regular posts like „oh so Phan really was/is a thing, nice, I'm happy”, and under every single one like that there was some nasty as hell comments like ''SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID PHANNIE IT'S NOT CUTE DAN CLEARLY SAID HE WANTS TO KEEP IT PRIVATE OH MY GOD THIS VIDEO WASN'T ABOUT IT!!!!!''. No shit, Sherlock. Literally. No one, not a single fucking person was over the top with this one. People are just posting about a fact, without adding unnecessary things. And literally NO ONE thinks that it's the whole point of the video. No one. Guess why. Because this topic took like 30 seconds of the video, and everyone is actually respecting the privacy. People are just happy, but they can't be, because of you all being assholes. I literally saw a gifset with the moment when Dan talks about Phil and you know what was the comment? „Get the fuck out of here with your phan bullshit”. Was it necessary? It was just a gifset. WITH WHAT DAN SAID. THAT'S ALL. It wasn’t not respecting the privacy, it wasn’t stalking, it wasn’t harrassing, god, it wasn’t even being a phannie. And you all fighters, I don't know what you’re trying to do there, trying to prove that you've never been like that? That you never thought even about the possibility they might have a deeper connection? Well, good job, congratulations, good for you. I'm sure that most of you didn't have a problem with a phan thing before, did ya? But let me tell you, we're all angry at psychos that are harrassing their idols, following and stalking them. We all are. But being excited about the fact that there might have been something IS NOT being a psycho. Oh, and there's more, for those who are shitposting everywhere about FETISHIZING Dan and Phil. Bitch, no one, NOT A SINGLE FUCKING PERSON did „fetishize” them. NO ONE. So you don't have to be so rude and agressive when someone is just happy. Saying „oh so Phan is real?” is not fetishizing. I don't think any of those people are spamming with fanfictions right now, no one is trying to harrass Dan and Phil. Literally NO ONE said a thing like „yeah we knew”. NO ONE. But you just keep bullshiting about „JUST TRY TO TELL ME WE KNEW AND I WILL FIGHT YOU HAVE SOME RESPECT”. Guess what, we have respect for them. No one said the ‘’we knew’’ thing. You're all just creating drama trying to prove that you're better and SOOOOO intelligent because you know what the video was about hurr durrr. You know what? Fuck you all. Fuck you for making people unhappy because of the fact they dared to be happy and to share it. So the next time you see someone saying ''oh so it's real'', maybe instead of commenting and being RUDE, keep it for people who are actually not respecting privacy of D&P.
I really didn't think that this fandom can be so agressive and so harmful. You're bitching about being respectful, but being respectful is about being respectful to EVERYONE. So the only ones that are toxic here, are the ones who don't let people be happy with D&P. Be respectful. It goes to everyone and everything. Be respectful and respect privacy, but also be respectful and let people be happy if they're not actually being assholes. If you have problem with „Oh they are a thing!” at least try to comment it in more R E S P E C T F U L (you like that word don't you?) way. It will not kill you if you write ''you know, I'm glad you're happy, but I don't really think that's necessary?” instead of ''GTFO YOU STUPID PHANNIE YOU'RE FETISHIZING THEM DIE IN FLAMES”.
That’s all. Go on, hate me now. 
PS I’m so proud of both of them xx
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wroammin · 6 years
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Group Project Pt.4
Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality
Word Count: 760
Warnings: cursing, deceit, lashing out
Recap: Logan and Patton are on bad terms after Logan apparently says some regrettable things, according to Roman. Virgil finds out about the fight then lashes out at Roman. Roman messages a sssamantha, who is most likely responsible for the mess.
Summary: Patton tells Virgil about the fight, and Virgil gets mad. Logan confesses a couple of things. Roman has a confrontation.
A/N: Wow, I have been kicking in with the angst in high gear, haven’t I? It is all for a reason! I promise! We’ll be back to witty banter in a chapter or so. Also, if this chapter makes absolutely no sense, that is my fault so feel free to call me out on that.
hot-topic joined Friendship Party!! :).
hot-topic: let me back on the group project chat patton
hot-topic: we’re besties rightttt
hot-topic: patton come onnnnnnnn
pattoncakes joined Friendship Party!! :).
pattoncakes changed chat name to Friendship Party!! :(.
hot-topic: whoa
hot-topic: you ok?
pattoncakes uploaded an image.
pattoncakes: I had a fight with logan and I don’t know what to do
hot-topic sent a censored message.
pattoncakes: language, virge!
hot-topic: since when did you turn on curse censoring??
hot-topic: ah wait
hot-topic: right im supposed to be comforting you over the fight
hot-topic: hey if logan said those things then f u c k him
pattoncakes: virgil! cursing!!
pattoncakes: but, i think i might’ve jumped to conclusions, don’t you think?
pattoncakes: i just ruined everything for all of us didn’t i
pattoncakes: now how will we get the project done if i can’t talk to logan?
pattoncakes: i should apologize, shouldn’t i?
hot-topic: hell no
hot-topic: the things he said about the cheer squad and bake sales are unforgivable
hot-topic: i thought he actually liked you, too
hot-topic: but he’s just a jerk
hot-topic: don’t listen to him
pattoncakes: thanks, virgil
hot-topic: can’t believe roman quoted him though
hot-topic: you want me to yell at those two??
pattoncakes: no that’s not necessary
pattoncakes: i’m sure that logan and roman did nothing wrong
pattoncakes: and i’m just overreacting
pattoncakes left Friendship Party!! :(.
hot-topic: you’re not overreacting
hot-topic: but maybe i’m about to
hot-topic left Friendship Party!! :(.
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sssamantha joined We need to talk.
sssamantha: Whatever do you mean?
egotisticalmaniac: i know you took patton’s phone you jackass
sssamantha: Well, that’s no way to speak to a lady.
egotisticalmaniac: he was literally with me the whole day, i know it was you
sssamantha: Your claim is unsubstantiated. Might want to watch your mouth there, Ro.
egotisticalmaniac: fuck. you. don’t call me ro
sssamantha: Wow, someone’s getting a bit defensive.
egotisticalmaniac: you hurt my friends. i think i have a right to be angry
sssamantha: Friends? Is that what virgil calls you, too, or is it a one-sided thing?
egotisticalmaniac: where’s patton’s phone? he didn’t get his back from mr. picani after class.
sssamantha: I wouldn’t know. I didn’t take them.
egotisticalmaniac: them? did you take both our phones during mr. picani’s class or just patton’s?
egotisticalmaniac: is that why my previous messages were all deleted
sssamantha left We need to talk.
egotisticalmaniac: what did you do??
egotisticalmaniac left We need to talk.
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logan.exe added pattoncakes to please.
logan.exe: patton i don’t know what to do.
logan.exe: i can’t see you because it’s the weekend so i can’t apologize in person.
logan.exe: i just want to say im sorry. please let me say im sorry.
logan.exe: ...
logan.exe: for the longest time, i’ve wanted to be friends with you.
logan.exe: you were always so happy, and nice to people. and it seemed like no one could ever make you unhappy.
logan.exe: and now i’m the guy who messed that all up.
logan.exe: well, i suppose “guy” is not the appropriate word choice.
logan.exe: i’m the asshole who messed that all up.
logan.exe: and i just wanted to apologize, because, to be honest, you inspired me, patton.
logan.exe: for as long as i’ve known you, you’ve been kind and compassionate. you’ve been sweet and nice to every single person. you saw the humanity and goodness in people that i would have dismissed and belittled. you’re everything i’m not and everything i wish i could be.
logan.exe: and that’s why i started liking you, i guess.
pattoncakes joined please.
pattoncakes: Hiya, lo! Someone stole my phone and deleted all my messages before this one! :((((
pattoncakes: But i’m here now, so is there anything i missed that was important??
logan.exe: No. I believe they told me not to show up to help you, so I apologize for that.
pattoncakes: No need to apologize for that, silly!! I had my friends from cheer squad helping me out, too!!
logan.exe: Of course. Glad you found your phone. Any clue as to who took it?
pattoncakes: Nope! Roman just showed up at my door and gave it to me! He did seem pretty upset though, so maybe you should talk to him? You guys are friends, right??
logan.exe: Not exactly. Maybe you should talk to him instead. You are better at comforting people than me.
pattoncakes: Aww, you are just too sweet!! But sure, I’ll talk to him! See ya monday, lo!!
logan.exe: Yes. See you on monday.
pattoncakes left please.
logan.exe left please.
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ganymedesclock · 6 years
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i'm trying to understand where the idea that lotor is self-serving and only cares about himself and what he wants came from? we still don't even know his real plan, and his motive over going to voltron is to like... live, probably.
This is actually an interesting question, so, I wanna break this down a little and talk about Lotor, and reads on him, and what I think they’re playing off of.
1. History
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I’m not sure how strong an influence this is, but the idea of Lotor as a pampered, materialistic, vain asshole is actually completely founded in other continuities. Quite a few of them- GoLion, DotU, and DDP in particular, depict Lotor literally keeping harems of beautiful women who waited on him, massaged him, poured him wine- and he drank a lot of wine.
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Voltron Force broke away from the harem thing, but he was still shown drinking that’s-probably-an-alcoholic-beverage-but-they-won’t-say-so-because-cartoon in the bath while allegedly important things were going on. Admittedly with Force Lotor, this is moderately more understandable since he was undead and needed repeat exposures to a specific substance in order to keep the “un” part in there- and chose the sauna option over injection or radiation because he was sick of the alternatives.
It still comes back to, frankly, prior incarnations of Lotor absolutely deserved to be identified as spoiled, or at least used to the good life. While I’ve yet to find a single incarnation of Lotor that has a good relationship with Zarkon, in most other continuities, Lotor had ample resources separate from him (in a few, such as Force, Lotor is in charge as Zarkon is long dead) and was very inclined to indulge in them- and, as the very nature of a slave harem necessitates- often directly at others’ expense.
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Of course that’s only as logical an explanation as making assumptions about VLD Lotor based on other incarnations of the character, when Lotor, like every other character in VLD, is a very different creature from his prior selves. Never in VLD’s canon have we witnessed Lotor doing anything that looks like partying or relaxing- or even not immediately related to his ambition. This continuity sets him up as a counterpart to Shiro, after all, and Shiro is a rather dedicated workaholic.
The only pleasant company Lotor entertains is the generals, and that’s about the furthest thing from a “harem” as you can get- the generals are autonomous, ambitious people, and, like Lotor, they spend their onscreen time working. Their relationship is businesslike in nature, and while Lotor clearly considers them friends and is more personal with them than mere coworkers, we have no evidence their relationship ever moved out of the territory of allies and conspirators. And Lotor hasn’t shown romantic or sexual interest in anyone else, much less acting on it.
It’s a facelift very similar to Zarkon, when prior incarnations of his character were also inclined to extravagant opulence. However, while in VLD Zarkon’s case, his spartan inclinations still come with their own flavor of ostentation, and it’s simply that he has nothing to prove as he’s already considered something approaching a god- in Lotor’s case the specific lack of pampered settings is used as one word in a different ongoing message- that Lotor’s ambition and calculation in this continuity is rooted not in entitlement, but a deep, abiding bitterness.
Other incarnations of Lotor were selfish people, and their unhappiness rooted in Zarkon’s abuse drove some of their selfish grabs, but even then, their behavior was neither understandable, nor sympathetic. (GoLion’s Sincline, for example, lusted after Allura out of misplaced grief over the traumatic loss of his mother, but he was still trying to abduct and forcibly wed an unrelated teenager who happened to look like his mom)
And that leads into my second point…
2. Self-serving versus selfish
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Talking purely VLD here, Lotor is established as a manipulator, and someone who’s not afraid to lie through his teeth to other people. Given that this is the same context in which his more noble, political reform ambitions also come to light, I think many people have come away with the assumption that Lotor is inherently selfish- that his manipulation and behind-the-scenes discarding and mockery of Throk is evidence that Lotor is ultimately a cruel person.
And this very flavor of guile, on prior incarnations, did have the take-home that Lotor was ultimately a nasty guy only in it for himself.
However, again, in VLD, Lotor is a good deal more desperate, and more vulnerable, than his prior selves.
There is no Altea left. It’s dead and gone. And Lotor is not only biologically half-Altean, but frankly, from a cultural perspective, even down to his accent- he’s basically an Altean with a thin coating of just purple and pointy enough to be palatable to the average galra. This puts a very different spin on his relationship with the empire, and with his father, especially given the latter very actively and deliberately is trying to complete his earlier genocide of the Altean people.
Prior incarnations of Lotor didn’t have this problem- even Sincline, who was half-Altean, still felt safe enough that he acted as a conqueror in furthering Zarkon’s empire, and actually, before he started to struggle against Voltron, entertained a fairly cozy position.
VLD Lotor, however, is a vulnerable minority neck deep in the heartland of the empire and he has basically no illusions whatsoever that his title won’t save him. He’s not scheming against Zarkon because “boy, it sure would be neat to have more power here, too bad my smelly old dad is immortal, is there any way I can help the natural process along here” nearly as much as “it’s inevitably going to be me or him, and if I don’t shoot first, he will.”
Lotor’s a survivalist. And in that sense, he is self-serving, but not in the way of someone who’s gonna use your tears to salt his martini, so to speak. We see this a lot in, say, his interactions with Puig, or in s4e5 when he bails on the generals.
Lotor does, in fact, make decisions that serve himself. Sometimes this is at others’ expense. His attitude, virtually always, is “I don’t particularly want to be doing this. I can tell you’re hurting, and I don’t really want you to be. But… if I don’t take this, I’m going to die, and I also don’t want that. Well, then. take care of yourself.”
The only people Lotor’s consistently shown to have no sympathy for is Zarkon, Haggar, and people like Throk who are gleefully and unabashedly part of their empire. And that’s not really surprising, and it’s certainly not a villainous trait. Our heroes are the same way- they really don’t have much empathy for the commanders and generals that are happy under Zarkon.
The specific way Throk frames his criticism of Lotor in s3e1 boils down to Throk perceives Lotor’s more merciful approach as a threat to the empire. Compassion and empathy are hazards to Throk, who is, in short, an aristocrat who bought his way to the top with other people’s blood and tears. He brings this up repeatedly when fighting Lotor- that he has hurt others, that he is proud of his violence and cruelty onto others.
And Throk? Throk is the guy Lotor genuinely throws under the bus, chews him out and spits him out coldly, and I’m willing to bet there is more than a little bitterness and vengefulness in there. But pulling this back to our original topic:
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Guile, manipulation, scheming, are in short, not stereotypically heroic traits. Seeing Lotor lie to Throk, from a viewer’s perspective, awakens a reflexive discomfort in us, because seeing people lie to each other and undermine them behind the scenes is stereotypically villainous behavior. The audience becomes suspicious and on edge towards Lotor, and this causes them to read the rest of Lotor’s behavior in a very cynical light- any compassion or empathy we see out of him going forwards has to be a lie, has to be a trick.
The thing this read misses is that Throk again, defined himself by his cruelty and vindictiveness. He isn’t a guy we should be weeping for all that hard. Our heroes would have messed him up just as much had they gotten their hands on him first. That’s why Throk is given so much time to speak for himself, and establish that yeah, he’s a violent bigot and proud of it, and how heavily, thematically, Lotor’s manipulation of Throk is framed as a counterattack.
Because both practically in the duel and in the larger situation, Lotor hangs back and lets Throk pound on him, only focusing on blocking and protecting himself. He doesn’t even come out of it unscathed- there’s a notable moment of Throk clipping Lotor’s hair, which Lotor doesn’t once acknowledge.
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The entire time Throk and his friend are speaking of Lotor, we see Lotor in the ring, set upon by his larger opponent- dodging, evading, weaving around. This is a very direct visual allegory- Lotor is an underdog. If there’s anyone who picked this fight first, it’s the thousand injuries of the galra empire Lotor’s endured first.
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So what this all comes back to, I think, is that there’s a failure to distinguish prior continuities’ selfish, arrogant Lotor, who had plenty and wanted more, from VLD’s Lotor, who’s more of a starving wolf on the prowl. Both are dangerous- both will take what they want and if need be hurt you to get it. 
But one of them wants without any real need behind it- wants, in the way that someone sitting in a comfortable room surrounded by beautiful people sees someone that doesn’t belong to them and salivates. And that’s unsympathetic, even if it’s rooted in genuine tragedy- because GoLion’s Sincline made the choice to fill his void by trapping other people inside of it.
VLD Lotor is not a selfish person. He’s aggressive, he’s ambitious, he’s calculating, the same way prior incarnations of his character were. But need and want are really the same for Lotor- there’s nothing he doesn’t try to hold onto that he doesn’t need, and those needs are unfulfilled.
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It’s actually really kind of a fascinating contrast to look at DotU Lotor who has so many people waiting on him hand and foot that he throws them away and basically ignores them (I don’t think we ever learn any of his attendants’ names, nor are they treated as full characters who have lives outside of him, with the exception of other people he tries to kidnap, such as Romelle) and compare that to Lotor where the only four people whose company he genuinely seems to enjoy, all named and full characters, all left him one way or another, partially through his own actions, but with an overwhelming sense of helplessness from him the entire time. 
People have compared the generals’ betrayal of Lotor to the fall of Azula, when one of the meaningful differences is that Azula was completely outraged and shocked to lose Mai and Ty Lee.
Lotor, once he gets over the initial surprise of being shot? Just kind of takes it as a given.
It comes down to the difference between a glutton and someone who’s been living on the street without reliable food for years. Both of them are going to be preoccupied with their next meal, but in very different contexts- one goes “ho hum, what shall I eat today,” and the other one is going “will I be able to eat today?”
And to me, I think sympathy entirely aside, that’s something that makes VLD Lotor a lot more dangerous than his DotU self. Because DotU Lotor could be counted on to indulge (the oft-quoted birthday party episode) and this was something his enemies could exploit- he’d lower his guard to have a good time.
VLD Lotor is a terrified, embittered person who takes almost nothing for granted and even if he’s far more ethical than his older incarnations, Narti’s fate alone is a magnificent case study in how far Lotor will go doing things he doesn’t want to because he lives his entire life with his back to a wall knowing if he doesn’t personally carve a way out here through whatever might be in his way, he’s not leaving.
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tommoholland2013 · 6 years
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Word Count: 4.3k Warning(s): Angst, Angst, Angst... Mentions of cutting Note: I have had experience with this so I understand if it's a sensitive topic, as it is for me as well, but I did base the reader off of me (a little). Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader Request: Can u write a Pete Imagine for my bday? Where y/n and he were bff & one day they get into a BIG fight & Peter said smth REALLY BAD to her & made her cry & run away & she avoid him for weeks & then at homecoming(She has a long red or blue dress?u can pick the colour) Vulture kidnapped her & then took her to the building where the ceiling fell & she was trapped & Peter panicked because he couldn't hear her & then he saved her? I don't know if I make sense but thank u ❤️Love ur writing❤️ A/N: Enjoy, please. I worked so  hard to get this done lol Note II: I don't know about other schools, but at my school, we have homecoming about two months after the start of school, so that's the case here. Also, the reader already knows that Peter's spider-man, but she doesn't know that Peter's been pursuing Vulture (Adrien Toomes)
"Hey, May." Y/N greeted as she walked into the small apartment.
"Oh, Y/N! Peter's just in his room." May informed Y/N over her shoulder from her position in the kitchen.
"Figured as much. Thanks, May." Y/N smiled at May. Peter and Y/N had been best friends for as long as they could remember. Y/N visited their apartment almost daily, so much so that May ended up giving Y/N a key to the apartment, and Peter visited Y/N's home frequently enough for her mother to give him a key as well.
As much as Y/N wanted to believe that Peter was just a best friend to her, he was far more than that. Her heart always skipped a beat when he looked at her, and melted when he smiled. She loved his hugs, and his cuddles when she needed them. She knew her feelings would never be reciprocated, and yet she still hung into them. Clung to them like a source of air, a source of living. Y/N walked down the small hall and to Peter's door.
"Hey, loser. I'm coming in." Y/N called through the wooden door. She heard May's laughter before she flung the door open. She found Peter lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. She dropped her bag by the door and flipped onto the bed, well, really onto him. Peter let out a small groan and Y/N smiled triumphantly.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Y/N asked as she rolled over onto the spot next to Peter and lulled her head to the side to look at him as he spoke.
"Nothing." Peter answered back quietly and monotonously as he refused to meet Y/N's eyes. Y/N had noticed his odd behavior of recent, and so had Michelle and Ned. But unlike the other two, Y/N had a hunch, because there was one secret that Peter never shared with anyone. Y/N only knew because she had been present and witnessed it all.
"You've been thinking a lot about 'nothing' lately. Is everything okay?" Y/N asked, concern furrowing her brows.
"I'm fine." Peter answered hastily and sharply again.
"Are you sure?" Y/N pushed a little more. She knew Peter didn't want to talk about it, but she also knew he tended to suppress his emotions until they built up and eventually caved in, taking him down with them.
"I said, I'm fine." Peter snapped.
Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion. She knew Peter got uncomfortable with the subject, but he had no need to lash out.
"I was just wondering. Peter I know what month is coming up..." Y/N trailed off.
"Jesus, Y/N. Can't I just think in silence? Does there absolutely have to be something wrong with me, for me to want to just... think? You always feel the need to bring it up, even when I don't ask you to. I said I'm fine. Why can't you just take that, and be okay with it?" Peter snapped as he sat up. Y/N followed suit.
"Because you're not fine." Y/N answered back quietly.
"What the hell do you know about being fine? You're never fine half the time, just look at your wrist. How in the hell would you ever know if someone else was or wasn't fine?" Y/N sat silent, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. Peter's  words hurt, pierced heavily through her heart like a knife. She knew she was sensitive, and she knew she had self-esteem matters to mend, and that that was what Peter was referring to, but she never thought he'd say something so hurtful.
"I know when you're not okay, because you're my best friend. And I can tell when my best friend is okay and when he isn't." Y/N bit back as she withheld her heavy tears.
"Just stop trying to pretend like you can fix everything, Y/N. I'm fine. I don't need your useless pity, or you using me and Aunt May as your personal sob story to cling to. I can handle myself." Peter spat venomously at Y/N. As she processed Peter's harsh words, a wave of unforgiving anger crashed upon her. Y/N's tongue twisted in her mouth, fighting with the words that tried to claw their way out. She lost the fight and eventually, words began to tumble out. Vexed syllables flowered into dozens more, and soon Y/N was saying things to Peter she never saw herself saying to him.
"How dare you? You asshole." Y/N stood up with force from the bed. "What, you think I don't know I'm not okay half of the time? You think I don't know that I have my own issues to work out? Do you think I am completely and utterly clueless about my own unstable emotional state? You think I don't fucking know?" Y/N paused, her words simmered in the angry, thick atmosphere of the small room. It wasn't long before she continued her angry speech. "You selfish, ungrateful prick. Of course I know I have shit to deal with, and clearly, so do you. Here I am, being the one friend who's been with you through it all, and has also been through her own things, may I remind you, still standing as tall as I can and trying my absolute best to be the one shoulder you can always lean on, no matter how weak I may be. Things at my own home have not gotten any better, and my emotional state deteriorates more and more with each passing day, but where am I? Here, with you, trying so hard to be the caring friend I know you need, no matter how much you deny it." Y/N paused, taking in another deep breath before continuing her anger spiral of words. "I get you're upset and that you hate talking about it, but you don't get to insult me. You don't get to get mad at me for caring about you. I'm sorry for caring, Peter. Obviously you don't need anyone other than Aunt May to care about you. And that's completely fine, because as you have so kindly reminded me today, I have my own shit to work out. Goodbye, Peter."
With one final harsh glare at the boy she once called her best friend, Y/N collected her backpack and exited the room. Furious brown eyes followed her as she exited the room. Peter flopped back onto his bed with a loud sigh. His hands moved to rub the exhaustion from his eyes. He had never seen Y/N so angry, and what the hell did he say to her? Why did he say those things to her?
"Y/N, will you be staying for dinner?" May asked as Y/N approached the door hastily.
"Uh no. I-I remembered I have a-a lot of homework to finish, and I have some tests to study for so, I'm actually just gonna head home, if that's all right." Y/N pulled the door open and pulled it shut too quickly to hear May's response. As she stormed further away from the apartment, her anger boiled more and more in her body, her temperature rising and her teeth grinding at an angered rhythm.
Peter was upset about the upcoming month, that was understandable by Y/N's standards as it held that day, which was considerably hard on both May and Peter. However, no matter how upset, Peter still  had no right by any standing to lash out at Y/N in the way he did. Although she wouldn't admit it then, Y/N's heart was broken. And to think, she had believed she was falling for him too. Y/N's heart ache converted to rage as she stormed down the street to her own place of living. The argument and harsh exchange of painful word replayed in an endless cycle in her mind. By the time she was pushing her key into the key hole of the door to her home, warm and irked tears begged to fall. With all her might, Y/N refused the tears, until she could no more.
Crying was something Y/N had grown all too familiar with, and it had its many causes. The blade, the empty feeling of depression, the overbearing concern brought about by anxiety, but never had it been the words said by Peter. Instead of taking a proper shower, under the steady stream of the water, Y/N's droplets fell just as naturally with those of the shower. His words hurt, and the fact that they came from him didn't better the situation.
No family to comfort, and her only truly close friend, Michelle, had been friends with Peter longer than she had been with Y/N, so naturally, Y/N feared that Michelle wouldn't side with her.
The black painted canvas of the sky was carefully decorated with the white dots of the stars so far. The moon hung proudly in the sea of stars in place of the sun, it's light casting a light shadow upon Y/N's face as she sat on her comfortable and designated spot on the fire escape. The loud sounds of the very alive nightlife of Queens echoed and reflected as Y/N looked out. The next day was going to be a particularly hard day.
Days melted to weeks, weeks sizzled to amount almost three weeks worth of no contact with Peter whatsoever. Peter and Y/N hadn't spoken since the day of their fight, and Y/N was doing worse than ever. Her grades had taken a nose dive, she didn't sleep and barely ate. Needless to say, Y/N was unhappy. After days of avoiding Ned, Michelle, and Peter in the hallways and classrooms, Michelle finally stopped Y/N while she attempted to dash out of her classroom to the library to hide herself in a book.
Michelle said Peter wasn't talking and wouldn't say anything about what happened. Michelle pestered Y/N until she finally spilled the twisted details of every word they had said to one another that day. Michelle, much to Y/N's surprise, sided with her and said that Peter had been overly quiet, and when he did speak, he only lashed out. After Michelle's declaration, Y/N went silent, and Michelle knew Y/N knew the reason for Peter's resent uncharacteristic behavior. Three days after they'd talked, Michelle and Y/N were seated at their usual lunch table. Michelle had said something funny, and Y/N couldn't help but laugh a hearty laugh, the beautiful sound echoing through the lunchroom and mixing with the buzzing chatter of other students in the lunch room. And though others disregarded the sound, Peter couldn't help but pick the sound out. The sound of Y/N's laughter always warmed his heart, this time though, it hardened it. With the day fast approaching, Peter talked less and less. He still went out in the dark of night to enjoy his night time adventures, but not with a certain weight on his shoulders. To add the glistening glitter to the pile of troubles weighing Peter down, May wasn't doing too good. She too had been down, and things had gotten particularly hard.
Too bad he didn't have the support of the only girl he loved, the only girl who understood him in a way no one else had. All that weaved through Peter's head; all as a result of the sound of Y/N's laughter.
Meanwhile, Y/N's laughter died down and she resumed her banter with Michelle, until out of the corner of her eye, Y/N saw a strange movement. Turning her attention to the movement, Y/N saw Liz Allen, a senior, on a ladder hanging up the largely decorated sign that read "Homecoming."
"You going?" Michelle asked, her eyes trained on the sign.
"Only if you'll go with me." Y/N joked as she nudged Michelle with a hint of a smile.
"Okay, then I'll go." Michelle nudged Y/N back with a ghostly smile playing on her lips.
The day has finally arrived. The day that everyone has been alive and abuzz about. Homecoming. She spent the night before at Michelle's place, and the pair had gotten ready together. Y/N had chosen a long, flowing red dress and paired them with a pair of not-too-high matching red heels. The moment she took a final glance at her prepared figure in the mirror, Y/N felt a weight removed from her self-esteem, almost like it had finally been allowed it's long overdue chance to finally rise from its ashes.
The ride to the event had been full of laughter and music. Michelle played songs by Nirvana, Rage Against The Machine and Queens to hype the two up. Y/N knew Michelle was trying to take Y/N's mind off of the fact that she'd have to see Peter at the dance, and with Liz Allen on top of that, but Y/N appreciated Michelle's efforts as they provided her with a much needed sense of confidence. The car pulled up in front of the building and Y/N and Michelle stepped out of the car. Y/N was a fit of laughter at Michelle's look of judgement towards her peers as they walked up the stairs towards the doors. They pulled the doors open and entered the overdecorated gym. The music pounded loudly through the tight space. The lights blinked colorfully and reflected onto the walls and floors of the gym. Y/N burst into laughter as she saw the look of disgust on her face.
"What's so funny?" Michelle asked.
"You just look so disgusted, it's really funny." Y/N explained. Michelle rolled her eyes with a light heart.
Later into the night, Y/N saw Liz walk in through the doors, soon following Peter. Peter's words from the day of their fight suddenly returned, and Y/N's heart dropped.
"Hey, I'm gonna head out for some air." Y/N told Michelle. Michelle nodded her head. With that, Y/N walked out of the gym and down the hall, the sound of her heels clacking on the shiny floor of the dimly lit hallways accompanied by the light thumping of the music. She walked out of the building towards the back where she knew no one would disturb her. As she pushed the door open, she nearly regretted it instantly as the frosty fall air bit harshly in a breeze on the skin of her arms.
Y/N didn't need to cry, but she did need a moment to think. Something about Peter in a suit, at a dance, with another girl, caused her heart to constrict in the same way it had when Peter had lashed out at her. Her thoughts however, were disrupted when a hand clamped over her mouth. The culprit, whoever it was, shushed her, their lips brushing harshly against the shell of her ear as they dragged her away from the doorway and towards a car. Y/N fought and screamed against the hand, and the person retaliated with an even louder shush.
"I have to go. I'm so sorry, you don't deserve this." Peter muttered as he looked into Liz's disappointed eyes. Not being able to bare the guilt of his abandonment of his date, Peter walked away as quickly as he could. Once in the hallway, Peter forced his tie off of him and threw it out. He grabbed his suit from its secret spot under the row of lockers and ran to get changed.
Peter ran out of the school towards the back of the building.
"Now, I'm not gonna hurtcha... unless he gives me a reason to. Hope and pray he chooses right, you just might live. Stay quiet, and don't go anywhere." The man joked drily as he walked away with the key to the cuffs. Y/N's eyes followed the man as he walked towards a desk oddly placed in the middle of the empty warehouse. Y/N hadn't spoken a word since she'd been abducted, instead she spent it memorizing a way out of the warehouse, and the license plate of the car she'd been brought in. Her next step had been to plan a way to escape the painfully tight hold of the cuffs, but she couldn't let go of what he had said.
'Unless he gives me a reason to.'
Who the hell could he be? Y/N's mind was racing, but forced to a screeching halt as one name only made sense. Peter. The sound of her abductor speaking pulled her out of her vicing concentration.
"Well sweetheart, looks like he didn't make an all too wise decision." The man stated as he glanced up at Y/N. Her cracked lips parted in a manner that indicated her intent on speaking, but her words were instantly rendered useless when an un-piloted wing-suit flew into the warehouse and began to fly around sporadically.
At first, it seemed as though the suit was flying around without pattern, aimlessly cutting and destroying anything in its path, but the more Y/N watched the wing-suit, the more she realized the suit's true goal was to break down the bars supporting the building, leaving Y/N to a certain death.
This sent Y/N into a frenzy of panic.
"Who are you talking about?" Y/N screamed as she struggled against the cuffs. She had a hunch, but a hunch wasn’t enough when her life was left in the hands of another person. "Who is he?" Her life depended solely on this unknown person, whoever he was, which only caused more panic to bubble within her and she could feel an anxiety attack coming on.
"I wanna tell ya, but, I got a flight to catch." The man fled the building with his suit moments before the walls of the warehouse fell upon Y/N's figure. Y/N's eyes squeezed shut in terror as she heard the building fall apart around her. It was useless for her to fight and struggle against the cuffs, ironically enough, they cut painfully into the skin of her wrist.
The weight of the structures walls fell upon Y/N's fragile figure. Soon enough, she couldn't see, and breathing became significantly more difficult. The night sky consumed her eventually, encasing her in a star sparkling velvety black, the spots of light singing falsely calming tunes and luring her into a dark peaceful abyss.
Peter's heart dropped in his chest the moment the debris collapsed around Y/N's figure.
"Y/N," Peter shouted loudly. The man Peter had spent weeks pursuing suddenly meant all of nothing to him. His feet moved faster than his mind did. It all happened far too quickly. Peter felt as though he was absent from his own body, like he watched the scene of events unfold before his eyes in the third person. The wing-suit, Toomes walking out of the building in a calm collected manner, a triumphant beat to his step. It was easy for Peter to choose between going after Toomes or risking his life to dig through piles of rubble to find a possibly alive Y/N.
In slow, untimely motion, Peter's feet moved and carried him quickly to the general area of where Y/N had been, his lips forming her name perfectly and allowing it to fall from his lips in frantic screams. Peter was no longer thinking rationally and began to uselessly dog through debris. Minutes passed, and Peter was still digging, his heart pounding loudly against his rib cage, his hands and arms aching from his relentless digging.
He sat down, his lungs clawing for sufficient air. In the silence, the sounds of distant sirens ripples through the sky, but Peter's ears perked up at the sound of a whimper. His shoulders, once hunched in sinking disappointment, lifted and Peter listened closely for another sound. His heart skipped a beat when the sound of another helpless whimper reached his ears. He tore the mask off his face to hear better.
"Y/N," Peter whispered scrambling towards the sound of her weak cries. Once he was sure he'd found her, he began to hectically push away large pieces of concrete. Peter did his best, but it felt hopeless. It felt like every time he would remove debris, more would move to take the place. The reality of not being able to reach Y/N burned him inside, consuming him from the inside out.
Peter's tears began to fall, the wet stream caught the attention of the dust and grime of the fallen structure. The guilt of the prior weeks, especially that day, began to weigh down his shoulders and began to be the cause of his delicate falling droplets. His arms with desperate exhaustion and begged eagerly for rest, but the pleas of his body were ignored as he continued to dig through the rubble. Minutes passed, and Peter did not give up, the choice wasn't there. The moment he saw her delicate skin was like sunshine breaking through rainy clouds. As if he hadn't been moving pieces away fast enough, Peter began to move with even more haste until he'd finally dug her up. The fragile glass fragments falling from his eyes had yet to cease as he picked Y/N's body up bridal style.
Peter's eyes roamed over her face, taking in her state. She had a cut across her cheek, and another one along her left jaw. Her shoulders were traced with already forming bruises, and her hair was an absolute tangle of pebbles of rubble.
Peter didn't check to see if Y/N was conscious, or that she could even hear her when he began to profusely apologize. The syllables freed themselves from his mouth in such a jumbled manner, his words were no longer coherent. Y/N coughed before her hands moved to fist the material of Peter's suit in the weak hold of her fist.
"Peter, Peter it's okay. I'm all right," she cut him off.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know w-what was wrong with me or-or-or why I said any of the things I did—"
"Peter, I'm okay, I'm fine." Y/N tried to convince him.
"But you're not— I don't mean it like that I mean— God, Y/N. I was so sure you were gone. I was sure I'd lost you for good, I was sure I'd never get to see you again, or hear your laugh again, or-or-or-or—" Y/N could see the panic in his eyes, the worry that ran rampant in his wide blown brown eyes. She listened as best as she could to everything he said and tried to respond, but he wouldn't give her the chance.
Y/N couldn't get Peter to shut up, so she cupped his jaw, and brought her lips up to Peter's. It was a spur of the moment action and the gravity of what she'd just done didn't quite sink in until Peter began to kiss her back.
"I've waited way too long for that," Peter sighed once they'd pulled apart, Y/N still in his arms.
"You have?," Y/N asked with hopeful wide eyes.
"I have." Peter stated before he leaned in for another kiss. For a moment, the troubles of before, and the troubles they'd both been entrapped in moments before no longer existed. They were nothing but a spec of dust in existence. For just a moment, the world and all it's dwellings were at peace.
A/N: Cheesy shitty ending, I know. Anyway, it’s been exactly a month since i last posted, but hopefully this makes up for it. I’m so sorry for all the delays, I’ve been trying really hard to write and edit more so I can post but it just seems like all forces are against me. Anyway, I’ll keep trying. I know it doesn’t seem like I’m trying, but I am, I promise I am trying to be more active and write more. I still have a lot to requests to write, and a lot to edit too so all I can do right now is request for your forgiveness, and patience. Also, this took me two weeks to write so, please get this to at least 150 notes? It would mean a lot to me <333
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ohmypreciousgirl · 6 years
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i’ve been part of frank castle fandom for like 30 minutes (or more accurately five days), but i already am ready to start arguing against this set of mind that is pretty common among this fandom: the only ending that makes sense to frank castle character is death.
honestly there are so many things wrong about this mind frame, but i’ll give four things that sum up the point i need to make because damn it, guys y u all are like this???
1) like george washington rapped to alexander hamilton in hamilton: “dying is easy, young man; living is harder”. and i agree. especially thinking about the current pain frank is going through: debilitating grief from witnessing his whole family die. that shit must be heavy as hell. i can’t imagine, truly. if you lost your will to live, it’d be understandable. but that’s the thing: hero stories are about overcoming obstacles that your average human wouldn’t imagine/expect to survive. so, choosing to live is, in itself, the hardest choice of them all and that’s the kind of example i want to see the main character of my heroes and antiheroes TV shows set. fighting to live and, bit by bit, finding out new reasons to live that don’t revolve around rage and vengeance like frank’s journey started.
2) being a gritty tv show, doesn’t mean they have to lack positive message. humanity isn’t just about ugliness, death, brutality, but it’s also about affection, hope, acceptance and that’s what the punisher needs to be about: show the bad and the good side of humanity. also the main character, to carry the same message by finding a balance. i’m not saying frank needs to get a happily ever after, just a mild ground where he can live with his past and find some contentment with his present. he deserves to find peace, love (in different shapes) and reconnect with his humanity. i believe his story will be so much more meaningful if it’s about regaining humanity and finding different ways to successfully deal with bad shit that happens than just another gritty hero story that the hero dies for the sake of being gritty and subscribing to the school of thought ‘sad is happy for deep people’ - which is a bunch of bullshit from condescending people that believe only unhappiness can be meaningful - as a chronically depressed person i always want to tell those people to fuck off cause being unhappy doesn’t make anyone more complex or better in any shape. it only makes you fucking sick, assholes.  
3) i see lots of people talk about maria and her relationship with frank, etc. and i ask myself if you all also think about how maria would feel about frank’s new goal in life? you think she’d like it or she’d want him to move on and find some happiness wherever he can get it? as someone who is in love and in a relationship, i have to say this: if i was murdered tomorrow and my gf was alive, i’d want her to eventually move on and not to be stuck in a endless cycle of revenge. i think most of people that have a loved one would agree with me. so like, i think the memory of maria and the kids need to be used not just as a motivator for revenge, but also a motivator to frank to move on.  
4) gonna end with a question for you reflect: why you all instead of supporting mentally ill characters (and even though frank denies he is one, obviously he is very much wrong about it) getting better during the plot, you always put death as the only way to offer true peace™ to the mentally ill? like what is up with that??? as someone who suffers from chronic depression and crippling anxiety it bothers me that instead of people wanting to see a story where the main character find some peace in a healthy way, you all get this bordering suicide idealization that the only way™ to deal with intense pain is to stop living? that kinda disturbs me in 251451356 different levels - especially as someone who contemplated suicide a couple of times in my life. in media, especially in a genre that have as their audience teenagers and young adults with severe mental illness that seek refuge in comics to deal with their personal pain, is it really responsible to show death as the only way to solve their problems? i mean, how many stories you hear about how character b influenced a kid to follow a certain career path or start doing a sport or something along those lines? do you all really think the influence is only to the *good* sides of the character? soooo, idk, let’s try to change this particular gritty heroic trope that can become v v hurtful, especially when dealing with clearly mentally ill characters. and don’t even start with ‘but frank castle is an antihero, you shouldn’t…’ and to me this is all bla bla bla because anti-heroes are so much more relatable than your usual hero because they screw up a lot in a way that heroes are not “allowed” to do. 
tl;dr i want frank to overcome his problems, find many things that makes him glad he is alive while killing criminals because he can be the punisher and still find a mild ground that isn’t filled with grief and heartbreak. 
@therewas-a-girl i did it
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"send me a ship" asks -- marsab for the knight/princess one 🥐
who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)
Marco makes a nice knight and the wbs make a cool guard (group???????? I’ve forgotten the plural for guards being together and the only thing coming to mind is troupe and I’m like no they are not travelling performers). Also like !!! it Confuses me/Concerns me abt like the oNE THOUSAND WHITEBEARD KIDS ALL TECHNICALLY HAVING A TIE TO THE THRONE. How’s Whitebeard supposed to divide this evenly!?!
…..
Unless immortal!whitebeard
yessssssssss okay okay okay so immortal!whitebeard who idk was like an old god or smth??? and he’s still considered a King of the Earth (and probably part of the seas but roger’s an Asshole and Totally wrestled that away from him at one point and Whitebeard was like #FAUX UPSET DRAMATIC GASP) And like, Whitebeard’s kids totally technically count as princes and princesses and other royal lines and stuff, they basically all just laughed and were like sure whatever and they’re pretty lax abt this monarchy thing. Oh oh oh oh but like!! Different divisions protect different parts of Whitebeard’s huge as fuck kingdom and so division commanders are considered princes/princesses and are allowed to make decisions in Whitebeard’s stead as long as they all have a meeting abt it before hand and talk it over (unless they’re sent on diplomacy missions WHICH MARCO IS)
So Marco goes off and does some diplomacy and things are Going Okay (not great, but like, decent) until they realise that to the Whitebeard fam the title of ‘prince’ and ‘princess’ basically just mean that they control part of the army but they don’t like?? Rule. They’re all very very content not to rule, even though they settle disputes and stuff, bc like?? ruling is hard. Whitebeard has to put up with sooooo much shit. BUT BASICALLY THEY’RE LIKE “WE ALSO HAVE PEOPLE WHO RULE ARMIES. WE CALL THEM COMMONERS, AND THEY LIVE TO FIGHT FOR US OR DIE” and Marco’s like Wow Okay haha we’re totally going to go to war against you and depose you. BUT BEFORE HE CAN DO THAT THEY TOTALLY HOLD HIM CAPTIVE. 
bc you know what’s a story w/o a little captivity/kidnapping. 
Anyway Marco had a couple people assigned to him and depending on where you wanted this story to go (and how angry you wanted marco to be) like. a) they could be captured too or b) murder is an option. And the King and Queen say that they bid marco farewell/say that marco went travelling but then Oh No they were attacked on the path what a tragedy!!! Marco’s been kidnapped/some enemy of your kingdom killed him!! We are in mourning too, for some of our people were killed, it’s all very upsetting, let’s make an alliance, Whitebeard, and hunt down “””your””” enemies. 
And Marco’s like….oh man just…poor marco. His heart’s breaking because those were his brothers, those were his people, it’s his job to stand at the front line and it’s his duty to protect them and he- he let them get killed…He led them into a death trap because he was to arrogant and rude and couldn’t hold his tongue and thought that they’d do nothing about him basically declaring war on them what type of fucking fool is he????
And so say Sabo’s a knight in this kingdom and he’s pretty unhappy bc he’s been able to travel quite a bit and when he heard marco’s silver tongue cutting his king and queen to pieces he wanted to cheer, even though he knew it disloyal. And he volunteers to guard Marco as much as he can and can’t talk to him at first because everyone’s pretty cautious about word getting out and so sabo volunteers to be a permanent guard bc that lessens the amount of people knowing and who’d spread the secret, right???????? So Sabo is Marco’s personal guard and Marco won’t talk to him at first, he’s angry and upset and more than a little bit afraid, for all that he’s good at hiding it, because what if his brothers come and say the same thing he did?? What if this kingdom sneaks into his own and hurts his family?? What if he can’t escape and warn everyone of their treachery???????? And Sabo is….well he’s nervous too, bc if he talks to this prisoner…Yeah, “treason” would be putting it lightly, and- he’s planning on helping this guy escape. 
So he carefully broaches conversations but Marco’s an angry lil asshat and Sabo will always respond in kind to that, if you’re kind he’ll be kind right back (even if not to the same degree, but he still- he wants to believe that people are good??? And if you show him that he’s not going to trust you, persay, but he is going to do his fucking best to be polite and kind and help you and he blocks off parts of himself bc hes never found anyone he can just be around, and be comfortable w/ expect Ace & Luffy, but, still.) So they’re snarky little assholes to each other but ?? For Marco it starts being?? A bit normal?? Sabo isn’t aiming to hurt him, not like every other barb every other prisoner or guard or torturer is trying to, Sabo’s just- annoyed at him, for being a dickhead. And like, Sabo also, for all that his words are sharp and aimed to bruise egos, like, he’s going to make things better, and to do that he needs Marco’s help, and so ofc he’ll still be- you’know, himself when it comes to things that are small and physical and hard to notice. Like, his replacement drops marco’s food on the ground and kicks it in, but Sabo takes the time to  let him grab it so none of it spills and will eat with marco?? Sit on the cold floors and eat, and they don’t necessarily talk, but the companionship is nice. And he subtly leaves little hints towards Marco’s family’s well being around, or drops it in conversations w/ other guards, and marco doesn’t realise he does that until later and just has to go over their interactions and is kinda like….oh.
Once that happens it goes a bit better, because even though Marco’s not a fan of apologising, he sees the necessity of it, and he understands, and he can recognise when he’s being an asshole, and he doesn’t s u p e r want to apologise to someone holding him prisoner so he ?? says thanks for the things sabo does, and tries to be just a bit nicer, and their relationship gets better from there
BUT THEN
BUM BUM BAAAAUUMMMMMMM
Sabo/Marco find out that the kingdom is going to launch a surprise attack on the Whitebeards and they have spies planted within the kingdom to assassinate Whitebeard!!! Because while he is immortal and impervious to a lot of injuries, he’s not impervious, and he only heals normally, not like Marco does (and like, look, you could also throw in marco-the-healer, as well, if you wanted, which is a double blow to the Whitebeard forces, because they’re used to knowing that their King is safe, bc like??? They have the world’s most powerful healer in their midst). So Marco’s freaking out and Sabo’s like Oh Shit that’s so much earlier than I thought and he’s trying to plan how to get Marco out, because he was going to try and sneak in a replacement of some sort from the rebels so that it’d not be discovered for a bit longer, or like, do something to make sure they get a headstart, because a day???? Against everyone in the kingdom looking for them??? No. Noooooo fuckin way. They’re fuckedddd if that happens. And Marco doesn’t know what to do and Sabo’s trying to figure out a plan and is like no, it will work, everything’s going to be fine, you’ll get out of here, I promise and Marco’s like how the fuck could you know that and Sabo’s like because I am going to get you out of here and Marco’s like—
you go. You go, to my family, and- idk maybe he has a momento of some sort, his own signet ring ?? But I guess the King/Queen take the signet ring and be like “oh no look this is Proof that Marco DiedTM) - but anyway he gives sabo that, or a password, or knowledge of a secret passage and is like tell them. Please, tell my family what’s going on. They need to know so they can be ready, and I’d slow you down. With everyone looking for me??? It’d be safer. 
“Yeah but you’ll-!! They’re going to know I’m missing, and what about all those times they didn’t feed you but I snuck in food, like?? How are you going to be okay??”
“I’ll be okay if I know my family is safe.”
And Sabo’s like— ow….bc Marco’s tone is so!!! It’s so serious, it’s a promise, a vow, he will be okay as long as his family is okay, Marco’s so fucking loyal to them, and that’s probably when the first inklings of feeling - for him, at least - hit. Because Marco is just- Totally dedicated to them. And would do anything, be anyone they needed him to be, be strong, give up his only confident and companion and safe place in this entire castle just to know that his family would be warned, and Sabo kind of— it hurts him. It hurts him, because he doesn’t want to leave Marco. And because he understands self-sacrifice but he doesn’t want….he doesn’t want that for Marco??? For him to have to carry that burden alone?? But he knows if he doesn’t go, either, marco’s not even going to blame him, he’ll still be blaming himself….
So Sabo goes and like honestly you have two paths here. You could do it so that everything goes relatively decent and sabo finds the WBS and is blocked a bit from talking to the king but whitebeard’s a good guy and listens to everyone’s voices, even those from another kingdom, and what this brat has to say??? He’s preparing for war in moments, and has his own trusted team ready to go and free Marco, and Sabo would ofc volunteer to be on it but then he gets?? Caught, possibly, while the rest are freeing marco, and then you get beat up!sab and frantic escapes from the castle and some nice stuff where Marco takes care of sabo and then kinda feels like he wants to stay by sabo’s side instead of going to the war front to lead his troops and this is the first time he’s felt like that, he’s felt like he wants to stay by someone instead of serve his country, and that’s a bit weird to him, because like, his people have always come first?? And he’s had boyfriends/girlfriends who were super fucking important to him and they’re still good friends, and he’d have gone to war for them at the time, but like….he’d stay home from war because of worry and care, for his brothers, for his father- 
and now apparently, for Sabo. 
And then you go from there and have idk, they win the war, or maybe long war and sabo comes out and fights by marco’s side and swears to be his vassal (?? I think that’s the term, but w/e) and they get closer and more affectionate (and eYYY bedsharing and nightmares!!!) and then when they come home from a war front after victory, there’s just this accidental/awkward realisation of “uhhhh when did we…start dating??” / “Shit, are we dating??” / “I think so…I mean, if you wanted too!!” / “Uh, sure. Yeah, that’d be Cool.” 
Ummm but then path two could be like!!!!!!!!!!! Marco told Sabo of a secret passageway to enter but!!! dun dunnnnnn, the King/Queen figured out that sabo was a revolutionary agent and sent a force to follow him and use the secret passage and storm the castle and take it over and so everything’s messy and complicated and sure as fuck nobody trusts this blond knight who was apparently leading them, and he might yell a bit about marco but who’s??? going to believe him?? They all mourned and suffered and what if it’s another trap?? He could’ve been part of the bandits that kidnapped marco in the first place!!
And like, idk, you could have him being how did i know about the passage, then, how did I know all your names, how did-!! 
Shut up!!! someone yells, grabbing him by the collar, stop trying to trick us into believing the brother we lost has been held captive! And Sabo just softly, slowly goes, 
“Do you really not believe me, or do you not want to admit that if I’m right it means that he needed to be saved, and none of you came to help him?”
And like, they’re all silent and looking at each other or looking at the ground and just…it’s so tense and still and ?? Maybe Whitebeard stands up and looms over him and is like Tell us why we should believe you, when you got us pushed from our own home?
And Sabo talks about Marco, because how else could he talk about anyone different?? About the fact that Marco’s first and only smile was because he’d been talking about his family, about the fact that the only reason Sabo had come, the only reason Sabo had left him was because Marco had begged him to make sure that the WBS wouldn’t be hurt, about Marco’s guilt because he’d been unable to save his guard, and then- he talks about how much he wants his kingdom to change, about how people are afraid to live there, about-
About the hope he felt when Marco had declared that they’d free the place, the he feels every time Marco had promised him that it’d be better, about everything Marco had talked about - the equality, the trust, the way Whitebeard ran his kingdom….
And he almost talks about just- Marco. About Marco being brave even though he was sad, and scared, he almost talks about Marco’s soft secrets to him, whispered in the moments before Marco’s healing had kicked in, when he’d confessed that he’d never been afraid of death but now it terrified him, because what if he died before he was ready? And what if he died and hadn’t been able to save his family?
What if he kept living, and hadn’t been able to save his family?
He almost says that, but they stay locked behind his teeth because- those words were for him. Were for him, when Marco was afraid, and lonely, or when Sabo felt hopeless and terrified- 
And they don’t trust him, fuck no they don’t trust him, but they do believe him. (You could also have like, the person who yells at him?? about tricking them into thinking marco’s alive – you could have that be ace and as soon as he gets close and sees that snap of a response he’s like shit. What the fuck?? Or you could have commoner!Ace in sab’s kingdom who later comes to serve in the army and the 2nd division commander dies on the battlefield and so ace takes control and he keeps trying to give it to someone else but they can’t take it so he just leads them, but, I digress) He’s kept under heavy guards and is never told any of their plans, but he gives them all the information he has and never complains and just- he just wants Marco to be safe. And maybe something’s wrong when Marco gets home, maybe they’d done something to him that hurts him, and Sabo’s burning up with worry because he fucking left, and maybe if he hadn’t he could have done something, and no-one will let him see Marco and god it’s driving him crazy, and he can’t help himself from snapping at people because there’s so much frantic energy buzzing in his bones and he’s worried. He hasn’t been worried like this for years. He doesn’t get close enough to care, or get worried, but he is and for Fuck’s sake it’s driving him insane 
But bc of Marco being sick the WBs are like okay so are plan to present weak and then Smash Them in one swoop won’t work bc Marco needs rest and safety and so the WBs take back their castle, bc fuck off this was Whitebeard’s land, and he wasn’t still called the King of the Earth / an Old God for nothing. And the war is long and tiring and messy and Sabo’s running letters between the revolution of his kingdom and Whitebeard and steadily finds himself with more responsibilities and working with Dragon and Whitebeard to an excessive degree and for fuck’s sake he was a knight, he wasn’t prepared for this shit- 
But he throws himself into it because he’s not doing to let anyone down, he refuses to be the weak link in the chain that might cause this to fail and….and if the benefit is that he drops into sleep every night exhausted then at least he’s not thinking about Marco, who’s still sick and delirious because they don’t know how to fix him. 
Sabo working in the bare fraction of spare time he has, when Dragon’s ordered him to stop and gotten koala to force him to his room/tent so he rests, to find a cure for whatever’s hurting Marco. Being unable to spend time by Marco’s bedside because it’s paralysing, to do it, like, what if they don’t end the war in time to dedicate time to find a cure? What if Marco dies before the war’s over? What if he’s sick forever?? What if when he wakes up again, something’s wrong with him?? He can’t remember things, or he can’t heal, or he’s afraid and jumpy and god damnit Sabo should have been there. 
But it’s a war and it’s one they haven’t prepared for, and while the fighting’s on Whitebeard’s land they win because, well, ~god powers~, but it’s not always on Whitebeard’s land, and Whitebeard can’t be everywhere, or help everyone, and everyone knows the Phoenix is sick and what are they supposed to do about that?? Most of them fight harder, angrier, but still, it’s- It’s hard. It’s hard to know one of their commanders is fighting for his life and no-one can do anything to help because of this war. 
and ??? Look here’s where my brain gets fuzzy, like, ?? Wars are complicated and messy and I need to fix marco, lol, but I didn’t build any space to do that. So. Maybe Sabo finding something in his books, or finding this- tiny discrepancy in a legend, or in the reports that the King and Queen of his old kingdom were sending. And he’s desperate, and tired, and his brother is here and has his own commandment, and- he wants Marco to get better and the best way to help Marco is end the war. So he goes to Ace and asks for volunteers for a stealth mission, and Ace ofc volunteers and all his soldiers are like haha yeah at this point we’re pretty committed, we’d follow commander Ace into the grave, and so Sabo has this dedicated team of soldiers and he doesn’t know if he should follow the legend or attack the king and queen bc they would know what they did to marco but all of them could die if they attacked w/ like. 30 ppl. But the legend is only a legend and if they waste time, and with sabo being gone- there’s this sudden huge stress on the army, and 30 men is still 30 men that they could use, to buff them up somewhere, to give people a chance to rest-
They go after the legend, because they live in a land of legends and if Sabo can accidentally fall in love with a dumbass bird then surely a magic tree/rock/macguffin could exist ALSO LIKE GOOD TIMES IMAGINE ACE KIND OF HALF TEASING/TALKING TO SABO ABOUT HIS BIG CRUSH ON MARCO AND SABO’S LIKE WHAT NO I DONT AND ACE IS LIKE LOOK MAN WE’RE HIKING UP A MAGIC MOUNTAIN IN ORDER TO FIND A TREE THAT MAY OR MAY NOT EXIST BECAUSE MARCO’S BEEN SICK. You feel SOMETHING about him. And like?? I love outside characters prompting inside introspection so Sabo’s basically like Oh Fuck goddamnit, ace is fucking right. This. Isn’t fair. He’s never right!!! Why is he right about this!!!     
IDK??? WAVES HAND MAGICALLY OVER PLOT HOLE/GAP BC THIS HAS TAKEN ME TWO HOURS AND I DON’T ACTUALLY KNOW WHERE IT’S GOING, PROBABLY SHOULDA JUST KILLED THE LKING AND QUEEN EVEN IF IT WAS CLICHE BUT WOW LOOK MARCO’S HEALED AND SABO’S #USELESS BC MARCO JUST SMILED AND HIM AND SAID THANKS FOR GOING TO HIS FAMILY
Also izo, who’s still stubbornly been eyeing off sab, is finally like “okay so maybe you did know him” and marco’s like???????????? did you?? not think that sabo did??? and izo’s like guiltily shifting like uhhhh nahh we took him prisoner?? fir st ,,,bc we thought he was Lying. And marco’s like why??? and sabo’s like it’s not a big deal and marco gets kinda snappy (excuse him, he’s been locked up for a couple of months and then had to deal with ~magical plot bullshit~ and was Sick) and is like yes it is, you were the one who helped me, and you stayed??? here/??? even when they all didn’t trust you??
and ohhh just imagine sabo just kinda mumbling out, “I couldn’t leave you.”
AHHHHAHAHAH FUCK ME UP I KNOW IT’S CLICHE BUT THIS IS THE SHIT I LOVE
Anyway you totally get flustered/confused marco at that and then dragon/whitebeard arrives to check on marco and also to chew out sabo and sabo gets hustled off to get ?? taken care of and do work and shit like that, you’know, and marco has to rest ??? And like marco’s better, leads his division again, the kingdom’s like Oh Shit and end up loosing and there is peace! And happy times! Yay! Instituting new social reforms!! Rebuilding borderlines and changing maps to reflect this sudden kingdom they now own!! Basically what happens is Dragon + Sabo get set up as the king/prince accidentally but they’re like nAH monarchy is for PUNKS and kind of slowly start instituting what Whitebeard has??? Where it’s kinda a democracy?? And if you want to change things you go and talk to the king and the king ofc includes Everyone that this change affects and finds the best way to solve it and dragon sets that up kinnnd of on accident?? He wanted more democracy but fuck, if it works it works, and like?? Is aligned w/ Whitebeard/Whitebeard has assured Dragon that if things start goin down the Shit later on in whitebeard’s immortal life he’ll take over and fix it a N D HEY GUESS WHAT LOOK LET’S JUS T
FUCKING WRAP UP THE PLOT W/ DRAGON BEING LIKE HEY WE SHOULD THINK ABOUT ALLIES AND SABO LIKE (thinking about marco) Arranged Marriages are Helpful and I am single and technically the prince, the land that big mom owns is pretty strong, there’s also shanks’ weird pirate fleet kingdom if we wanted sea control and dragon’s like you sure?? and sabo’s like yeah it’s fuckin fine and then Marco (whom Sabo has been meeting with frequently, mainly to talk about politics and stuff and how to be a prince bc jfc this is not where sabo was expecting his life to go what the f u c k, but also to just- talk to, because they kind of becoming weird dependent friends and hahaha sabo has a Big Fucking Crush on Marco so more time w/ him is…good) tells Sabo that Whitebeard’s arranged a marriage for him and Sabo’s like- he just pauses and ow, ow ow ow ow, like, he figured it’’d hurt when he got married, but like?? That had nothing on this, and he’s basically like… “…what? To- who??”
And Marco kind of half-moves and fidgets a bit and then leans his elbow on the table and is reeealllly close and he’s like “You” and Sabo’s like-
Does Not Compute
“Uh….What”
“I MEAN IT’S NOT LIKE, ARRANGED, ARRANGED,” Marco goes frantically, because he’s just realised that maybe Sabo wouldn’t want to marry him and jfc he probably should have started with dates but dragon had come to whitebeard and suggested it and said Sabo was fine with getting married but jfc he was probably expecting someone else, maybe someone he’d never met before, and like, Marco doesn’t want to!! Force Sabo to marry him!!, “It’s like if you wanted to. It could. Be. Arranged. I want to. NOT THAT THAT HAS ANY BEARING ON WHAT YOU SHOULD DO.”
And Sabo just is staring at him and then he just?? Jfc this is the most hilarious confession he’s ever seen, and so he starts snorting and covers his hand w/ his mouth and starts l a u g h i n g his head off and Marco just groans and is like “I practiced this”. “I practiced this, and you were supposed to swoon into my arms, or something, and this was supposed to be romantic and cool, god fucking damn it when will I learn not to take Izo’s and Vista’s advice I swear to god they read too many cheesy romance books” 
“Yes.” Sabo goes, before Marco can rant himself into oblivion, “Also don’t even try and deny that you’re the one who reads cheesy romance books, I’ve seen your bookshelf.”
And Marco’s like?? “What?? That’s a cruel and horrible lie, I have no idea what you’re talking about” and just teasing him but also he’s a bit confused and hopeful and he just, “What do you mean by…yes?”
“If you wanted to, because I want to,” Sabo goes slowly, carefully piecing bits and pieces of his thoughts together. “Then I would…I would definitely like to arrange our marriage.”
And then he grins and ahhh Marco’s heart just- yep. He did a good. This is Definitely a good plan. 
ofc it takes a little longer than that to organise it, and they go on dates first, and just meander along being fiances for a reeeally long time, until Dragon’s pretty old and doesn’t want to rule anymore, so they hold the ceremony and Sabo’s king and marco’s technically king too?? And all his siblings tease him abt it bc “maarcooo you can’t be king too, dad’s king!!” 
“Yes but I’m a prince here and a king in sabo’s kingdom”
“That sounds really weird when you put it like that birdbrain. Can’t you just be king everywhere???”
“I can’t be king around whitebeard that feels weird.”
“Yeah but I’m a king around Whitebeard.”
“Yes but you were never a prince.”
“Y ES I WAS, technically for me it should feel weirder!!! I started out as a knight!!! A commoner!!”
“You were still the ruler of my heart,” [dumb stupid wink and sabo laughing bc marco’s being an Idiot]
“IZ O O MARCO AND SABO ARE BEING GROSSS AGAINNNN”
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