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tobiosmilktea · 3 years

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i love your work!! <3 can you write hcs for a girlfriend who does ice skating with lev, bokuto, and ushijima? thanks :DD

ice skating with lev, bokuto, and ushijima

— h. lev

dude’s surprisingly bad at first despite being the one who suggested an ice skating date

you assumed that being russian, he would be at least a bit decent, but he actually sucks ass

most people would get incredibly embarrassed falling on their ass in public, but lowkey, lev has no shame a lot of the time and doesn’t really care

will use those little skating helpers made for little kids, but he literally bends down almost all the way just to reach the tiny handles

besides, it makes you laugh whenever you see him flailing around like an idiot since he likes your smile a lot

if you’re a decent ice skater, lev will definitely use this as an opportunity to be really touchy with you the entire time since he “needs you for leverage”

plus you forgot to bring gloves to the rink and so he’ll use his giant ass hands to warm yours up as you two go around the rink

on the other hand, if you suck as skating just as much as him, lev will definitely think he’s the better skater just to tease you

you two probably won’t even last thirty minutes at the rink as you two would both start to feel bad getting in the way of other skaters since you’re falling every five seconds

regardless, keep in mind homeboy is a six foot something giant and i’ll bet you my entire bank account of twenty bucks that you will be accidentally knocked down with him if he were to fall near you

you two would be laughing your asses off trying to get up, but lowkey both of you guys would be struggling

lev would definitely feel really bad making you fall and is really afraid that he hurt you considering how big he is, so he’ll buy you hot chocolate and a donut afterwards

even after a while of skating, he still can’t keep his balance for shit

it’s definitely a struggle, but one of the most fun dates you’ve ever been on with him

— b. koutarou

similar to lev, i feel like he’s really bad if this is his first time ice skating but he’s more of an aggressive skater over anything

he also wouldn’t be embarrassed either as he’ll get just get back up and again and skate even faster as if that’ll make him magically better at skating

but after thirty minutes of falling and getting back up and finding his balance all over again, he really gets the hang of things and is a considerably decent skater

he’s definitely one of those boys at the rink who come charging from behind you like a hockey player but then psych you out by stopping just before hitting you to swerving away

i swear, the nerve of this boy

bo will constantly try and impress you or at least make you laugh by imitating the practicing figure skaters in the middle of the ice (which is surprisingly ok at??)

he’ll probably race you around the track multiple times all to which you have lost cause he’s so competitive

bo would probably laugh at you if you were to fall, but if you don’t get up right away, he’s immediately skating as fast as he can to help you up and check if you got hurt anywhere

ice skating is super tiring, but i feel like even after a few hours of skating, bokuto still wouldn’t be as tired (granted, what do you expect from a beefy volleyball player like him)

when you do get tired tho, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and just cruise around the rink and talk until you two leave

— u. wakatoshi

it actually took you a lot of begging for toshi to go on a date with you to the ice skating rink and it took you even more begging to even get him on the ice with you

he’s definitely more of a people watcher on the sidelines and would watch you go around a few laps, finding the way you constantly had to regain your balance a few times absolutely adorable

toshi doesn’t show much emotion in the first place, but you’ll definitely find a small smile on his face while taking a photo of you on the ice after falling on your ass

“d’you want me to rent you one of those?” he asks as you get up off the ice, pointing towards a child using one of those skating helpers

eventually, he’d finally agree to get on the ice with you just so he can see you beam up at him all excited

initially, you genuinely believed that you had finally found something that thee ushijima wakatoshi was terrible at, but he’s not that bad—at least he could his balance for a lot longer than you could lmao

unlike bokuto who takes off occasionally, toshi stays by your side the entire time either holding your hand, stopping you from tripping and falling, and or taking cute photos of you he would definitely show off to the team the next time he’s at practice

despite being a decent skater, there was this one time he started going a bit too fast and scared a group of little kids in front of him

on the bright side, at least there wasn’t any little kids of look out for as you two skated around

if it got chillier, toshi would wrap his scarf around you and warm up your hands with his own

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haiba lev #lev x reader #lev fluff #lev headcanons #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto headcanons #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijima fluff #ushijima headcanons

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europeantravel1 · 3 years

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Germany-Austria Alpine Roadtrip

Germany-Austria Alpine Roadtrip: A One Week Road Trip Through Bavaria and Austria I previously wrote a similar blog post that was a 10-day trip but I heard some feedback from some people who wanted a shorter trip. Hopefully, this itinerary will help you plan your next Bavaria road trip, and don't forget to add a detour into Austria like this one does! This part of Germany and Austria is truly magnificent, so much so that I live right in the heart of it in Garmisch-Partenkirchen. In this part of the country, you can see people wearing lederhosen and dirndl year-round, not just at Oktoberfest. It is a part of the culture of the area. The southernmost region in Germany and northernmost in Austria is famous for their breathtaking environment. The Alpine foothills offer fantastic hiking routes to mountain lakes and summits. During the winter season, you can enjoy yourself going skiing, sledding, or ice skating. Whether you are looking for action or quieter moments - South Bavaria and Upper Tyrol hold plenty of great locations to create lasting memories. German Alpine Road Trip with Austrian Detour in One Week Starting in Munich and ending in Munich – If you're short on time, the easiest way to do this German Alpine road trip is to fly into and out of Munich International Airport. Munich is one of Germany's most magical major cities, so don't miss out on an extra day or two there. Do you have more than one week? The Romantic Road in Germany can easily be added to a trip! THE FIRST DAY: FÜSSEN GERMANY To help him withdraw from public life, King Ludwig II had a medieval German castle built on a rugged cliff overlooking a scenic mountain backdrop in 1868. Even though the building is constructed in the style of the 13th century Romanesque, some of the mural images are patterned after Wagnerian operas, including "Tannhäuser" and "Lohengrin.". The castle was opened to the public after King Ludwig died in 1886, and it has become one of Europe's most popular castles. In the city center, enjoy the cafe culture Visit Neuschwanstein and Hohenschwangau Castle Visit the Stadt Museum and see the Hollywood in Füssen exhibit which features exhibits from the movie The Great Escape. Take a hike to Marien Brucke for some outstanding views Driving Distance to Next Stop: 1 Hour – 59 Km THE SECOND DAY: GARMISCH-PARTENKIRCHEN, GERMANY You can take a cable car to the top of Zugspitze, Germany's highest mountain A short hike away from the city center is the Partnach Gorge Visit Lake Eibsee Visit the Linderhof Palace, the only completed palace of the King Ludwig II palaces in nearby Ettal. Take a stroll through the streets of the city and try one of the traditional Bavarian Alps restaurants During the winter months, go skiing or sledding Read a full story on Garmisch-Partenkirchen here: https://europeantravel.blog/garmisch-partenkirchen-bavarian-wonderland/ Driving Distance to Next Stop: 22 min – 17 Km THE THIRD DAY: MITTENWALD GERMANY If you need to scratch a day off of this itinerary I would make it this one although if you have the time it is a nice little stop. One of the reasons to leave it is that it is so close to Garmisch-Partenkirchen is that you could stay in the same hotel for 2 nights if you wanted to. Discover one of the most beautiful small Alpine towns in Germany Take a hike in the Karwendel Alps or take the cable car up and visit the highest distillery in Germany At the Mittenwald Brewery, which opened in 1860, you can enjoy a beer A tour of the Mittenwald Brewery can also be arranged on a Tuesday In the winter, ski the Alps and visit the Bavarian Alps of Germany Driving Distance to Next Stop: 45min – 41Km THE FOURTH DAY: INNSBRUCK AUSTRIA Explore the beautiful streets of the old town Innsbruck's Seegrube cable car offers panoramic views of the city Take a stroll through the immaculate gardens of Ambras Castle Enjoy lunch or dinner atop the Bergisel Ski Jump The world-famous ski slopes are a must if you go in winter Driving Distance to Next Stop: 2 hours 17 min – 155 Km THE FIFTH DAY: BERCHTESGADEN AND LAKE KÖNIGSSEE GERMANY Ride an electric boat around the lake View the Bavarian Alps from the lake's base as you walk around Lake Königssee Take a dip in the clear, crystal-clear water and cool off (It is an Alpine lake so it is pretty cold). Explore Berchtesgaden's old town Visit the Eagle’s Nest Driving Distance to Next Stop: 1 Hour 17 Min – 72 Km SIXTH DAY: HALLSTATT AUSTRIA The picturesque setting created by an Alpine lake, a beautiful town, and majestic views is what makes this site so attractive. Hallstatt, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is also known for its ancient salt mine with the oldest wooden staircase in Europe. For those that follow Rick Steeves, this is one of his top places to visit in Austria. You can explore the downtown area on foot Visit the famous Hallstatt Viewpoint for a photo View Hallstatt from a boat on the lake Enjoy amazing waterfalls and views from above the city on a hike You can explore the oldest salt mine in the world, said to be 7,000 years old Driving Distance to Next Stop: 1 Hour 11 Min – 71 Km SEVENTH DAY: SALZBURG AUSTRIA Visit the 11th-century fortress of Hohensalzburg Take a Sound of Music tour Enjoy the gardens and palace of Mirabell Visit the marble-domed Salzburg Cathedral Visit the Stiegl Brewery Visit the Red Bull Museum Visit the busy Getreidegasse for some shopping Visit Mozart's birthplace Read the full article

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ladyvader23 · 4 years

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Childhood Injuries

Inspired by MFM minisode 118, though I had this EXACT same thing happen to me as a kid, too. Except I didn’t tell my parents about it. Oops.

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It happened on an early afternoon in the middle of summer vacation.

Vader had just finished a meeting with Grand Moff Randd and was escorting him back to his personal hangar where his ship awaited.

“We’re headed towards a standoff with the Rebels,” Randd was explaining as they entered the hangar.

“A standoff I expect you to break,” Vader warned, stopping and pointing at him. “If I have to go out there myself, even your position will not save you from my wrath.”

Behind him, he sensed the bright presence of his son dashing into the hangar, making a beeline for him. He grimaced, hoping the boy would go somewhere else, and cursing for about the millionth time that schools had such a thing as summer vacation. It left his children with little to do except disrupt him at the worst possible times.

He would not give Luke the satisfaction of acknowledging him. He needed to learn that there was a time and place. He was eight--it was time he acted his age.

“We’re committing a fair portion of the fleet--” Randd broke off, blinking down at Luke as he arrived and began tugging on Vader’s cape.

Disbelief and rage shot through him. What did Luke think he was doing?! How many times had he told him not to interrupt him while he was busy?!

He shot a brief glare at him over his shoulder. “I am busy. Go find your sister.” Then he turned back to Randd.

“If...now isn’t a good time, Lord Vader…” Randd began, but Vader held up a hand.

“My son needs to learn to mind his manners and wait his turn.” He shot another look at Luke. He hadn’t moved, and was staring up at him with wide eyes.

Children.

“Ahem. Well, in that case…” He continued to ramble on about planned ship movements in the sector and Vader attempted to listen, but Luke’s bright presence was ever there and waiting, insistent that he needed to talk to him.

At least he wasn’t verbally trying to interrupt, like usual. Maybe he’d learned something.

“Be careful that you do not put all of your resources in one battle. The Rebels are hoping you’ll do just that in order to take them out at once. I would suggest splitting your resources to arrive in stages to slowly overwhelm the Rebellion.” Vader replied when Randd was done speaking.

“Wise advice, Lord Vader. I will do so at once.”

He had to admit, out of all of the Grand Moffs, Randd was one of the least annoying.

“Very good. I look forward to the results.”

He waited until Randd had turned to leave before turning around to address his son, who was now shifting from foot to foot, his face pale. He did not fail to notice Leia peaking out into the hangar, watching them from a distance.

He crossed his arms. That did not bode well. What else had they broken in their residence? If he had to guess, Leia likely broke something, and Luke was coming to tattle.

Force, he wished he hadn’t approved Miss Laena’s vacation. He didn’t realize how wild children were.

“I have told you repeatedly to wait until I am finished with business before interrupting me! I may be your father, but I am also running an Empire. One day you will understand just how busy that makes me!” Luke still continued to stare at him, his eyes pleading. Inwardly, Vader sighed. “Fine. What do you want?”

Unexpectedly, Luke’s eyes filled with tears. Then he simply opened his mouth…

And blood poured out of it and onto the permacrete floor.

Vader moved before he even consciously realized what was happening. One moment Luke was standing there, the next he was scooped into his arms, and he was running towards his fastest speeder.

Running. He never ran. But the sheer terror at the blood still coming out of Luke’s mouth and not knowing why…

Was he dying?! Why didn’t he say something sooner?! What the hell had even happened?! What kind of conditions even caused this?!

He didn’t know, he didn’t care. His one singular focus was to get Luke to a doctor immediately.

“Leia!” he bellowed, getting Luke into the front seat. Luke was still much too young to be in the front seat, but he couldn’t take his eyes off him for a second-- “Get in the speeder, now!”

Thankfully, she did not dawdle. She was climbing into the back seat before Vader had even finished buckling in Luke, whose mouth was still open and bleeding profusely down his chin.

“Is Luke going to die?” Leia asked, and Vader barely noticed the concern in her little voice.

“Do not suggest such things!” He yanked his cape off, threw it on Luke, and then shoved one end of it into his mouth. “Hold that there!”

He jumped into the pilots seat, turning the speeder on with the Force, and rocketed out of the hangar.

“What the hell happened?!” He demanded. He still kept his eyes firmly on Luke, using the Force to assist him in steering the right way towards the nearest hospital.

“Well…” Leia began, “Promise not to be mad, daddy…”

“I am beyond that point!”

Holy Force, his son was going to die and he’d just let him stand there waiting--

“W-well, Luke and I were hover skating…”

“In the apartment?!”

“Sowwy waw--” Luke began, his mouth full of blood and cape.

“Do not speak!” Vader pointed at him. “Leia, what happened?!”

“I...Luke had...well you see, he had…” He could sense her squirming in her seat, and by the Force he was about to start screaming himself if she didn’t just spit it out--

“Swick.” Luke said.

Vader...had no idea what that was.

“He had a stick in his mouth.” Leia clarified in a terrified whisper. “He tripped and...yeah.”

Vader simply stared at his son, even as he swerved out of the hyperlane and into the hospital lot.

A stick.

“...Why?!”

He couldn’t even form the words to express how insane that was. What had even possessed Luke to put a stick in his mouth in the first place?! What logical thought…

But children were not logical. And now his son was bleeding everywhere and he didn’t know how serious the damage was…

He slammed the speeder to a stop in front of the emergency center, scooped Luke up, and stormed for the doors. Thankfully, Leia at least had the sense to get out of the car and follow.

The doors were automatic, but he used the Force to blow them down anyway. The glass landed on the floor with a crash, and multiple people screamed. He paid them no mind, heading straight for the doors leading towards patient rooms. “Get me a doctor, NOW!” He bellowed at the terrified nurses behind the counter.

They didn’t dare stop him as he ripped the patient area doors open. Multiple doctors were already racing towards him, a gurney between them. As Vader lowered Luke onto it, he felt his son begin to panic, reaching for him both physically and through the Force.

“I am going with him.” Vader snarled, then as Leia bumped into his legs, he clarified, “We are going with him.”

These doctors were not stupid enough to deny him. “Of course, Lord Vader. Right this way.”

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Vader grilled the doctors multiple times after they came back with their findings, just in case. He couldn’t lose his son, especially over something so incredibly stupid. According to the doctors, the stick had apparently poked through a tonsil, but was small enough that it would heal on its own.

“Mouth injuries tend to be bloodier than others.” The doctors assured him repeatedly, “This is actually more common than you’d think.”

Vader could hardly believe it. Putting sticks in mouths was common?!

Had he been this reckless as a child?!

Well. Yes. But he’d never thought to put objects that could cause serious damage in his mouth.

“So Luke’s not going to die?” Leia asked.

“No.” He was relieved to say that, but… “You will be removing any similar objects from the apartment when we get home. Do you understand me?!”

Leia flushed, ducking her head shamefully. “Yes, daddy.”

“And you are grounded from hover skates for the rest of the summer!” He pointed at her.

Leia looked up at that, her face twisting angrily...but then she caught sight of Luke on the hospital bed with cotton stuffed into his mouth, still clutching his father’s now bloodied cape. She sighed, looking down again. “Yes daddy.”

He dropped his hand. Well. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about the skates.

But that left Luke. He turned, approaching the bed and sitting beside his son. He was staring up at the holovid in the corner of the room. The only sign of his anxiousness was his hands fisted in his cape.

“Luke.”

His son tore his eyes away from the holovid to look at him. With cotton in his mouth, it wasn’t likely that he could speak much.

Good. That meant he wouldn’t be interrupted.

“I cannot believe I have to say this, but you are not to put foreign objects in your mouth, especially sticks.” He paused. “Why did you even do that?”

Infuriatingly, his son just shrugged.

He closed his eyes, and counted backwards from ten. Why? Why? Why were children so illogical?

“I don’t tell you these things to be unfair,” Vader explained through gritted teeth. “I give you rules because I want you to be safe.” He hesitated, checking to make sure no one but Luke and Leia were in hearing distance. They were alone in the room, and it was apparent that the doctors had decided to make themselves scarce to avoid more interrogation from him. “I was scared today. I don’t ever want to see you injured like this again.”

Instantly, he felt Luke’s shame in the Force. Despite the cotton balls in his mouth, he tried to say, “wowwy,” which Vader assumed was an apology.

“Do not do it again.” He warned.

Luke nodded, and before Vader could stop him (they were in public, after all) Luke threw his arms around him and hugged him.

He tensed, immediately checking for nearby doctors...and relaxed when they were still well away from the room. He wrapped one arm around his son, bringing him closer, while his other arm reached for Leia. She didn’t need to be asked--she too came, hugging him from the other side.

He held his children and closed his eyes, savoring the moment.

His children would be the death of him. He was sure of it.

#Luke skywalker #leia organa #luke and leia #little luke #little leia #darth vader #dad vader series #Dad vader #sticks are dangerous ya'll #don't put them in your mouth #psa #my writing #Star Wars fanfic #fanfiction

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marauder-exe · 4 years

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AU list!

hi! These are a bunch of Au’s that i could write,and you could request! (reposting because it didnt work the first time)

General

Fake dating (My personal favourite)

Soulmates

Coffee shop

Modern Royalty

Rockstar

Running From The Police

Rebel Against The Goverment

High School

University

Law school

Delayed-Flights-And-Were-Stuck-In-The-Airport-And-Its-Like-2Am

Roommates

Road Trip

Arranged Marriage

Im-Arranged-To-Marry-Your-Brother-But-Were-In-Love

Amnesia

Tattoo-Artist-And-Coffee-Shop-Worker

Loved-Since-Childhood

Professor-Student (of age)

Met-On-Holiday

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21.You were singing/playing guitar/etc. in the park to protest the war and a policeman tried to dismiss you for 'disturbing the peace' but you argued that you were promoting peace and things got heated and next thing you know you're being arrested for assaulting an officer. You intrigue me, so I'm here to bail you out and maybe take you on a date?

22.the nice one who everybody loves with the grumpy and strict one that the students hate and the students wonder?????????how what the fuck

23.we just had a one-night stand but a massive storm hit so now we’re snowed in, hello awkward

24. i sit at the rental booth at our local ice rink and watch you teach children how to skate

25. alternatively, i watch kids teach you how to skate because you’re a terrible skater

26. i’m running late to an important interview/meeting and you accidentally spill your hot cocoa all over my outfit

27. you’re my hot ski instructor and i’m failing the bunny hill

28. i slip on some ice and you’re the stranger who catches me

29. i gave my winter coat to a homeless person and come into your store to warm up

30. our friends rent a cabin to go skiing and we’re the only ones who stay inside

31. you’re the asshole of our group and we don’t get along, but then i find out you make soup for the local shelter

32.we’re waiting in line for the club when you complain that your roommate stole your gloves so let me warm your hands up with mine

33.my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and i’m so sorry

34.the power goes out in our apartment building, but i’m not prepared for this, and you come to check on me

35.i’m having a snowball fight with my friend in the park and i hit you instead

36.a storm is delaying our flight home and i’m afraid of thunder, please talk to me while we wait

37. we’re both in small claims court and i got into a huge fight with the person suing me but you stepped in to hold me back before security got there

38. i drove two hours to the closest video rental store that’s still operating and you were checking out the only copy of the movie i was after

39. i hit you with my car but luckily you’re okay, but we should still exchange information i guess

40. i was worried about buying something off of someone creepy from craigslist but oh no you’re hot

41. my friend talked me into playing a drunken game of spin the bottle even though we’re all adults and now we have to make out

42. we both decided to take a [yoga/fencing/cooking etc] class and we’re the only two assholes not taking it seriously and everyone else is giving us dirty looks but we keep grinning over at each other

43. my date just made a scene in public and got arrested and now i’m stranded in a city without a ride home

44. sharing a cab together

45. you’re trying to get me to sign a petition and i have no idea what you’re talking about

46. you’re drunk at this festival and dancing on the table and when you eventually fell i caught you

47. we both play this stupid game online and you keep beating me every single goddamn time so i called you out and you are pretty cute but can you not

48. im a bartender and you just came in here without shoes sat down and ordered a chocolate volcano and idk what the fuck that is and im scared to ask

49. we are neighbours and every night at 3:14 am you start yodeling for no fucking reason??? why???? is that you yodeling??? its been 2 months???

50.im a pizza delivery person and i just delivered a pizza to someone in the middle of a satanic ritual and they gave me their number???

51. i woke up this morning to find you sitting in my living room with a goat in a poncho??? who are you??? why is the goat wearing a poncho??? how did you get the goat in here i live on the 12th floor???

52. we work out at the same gym and you always look super legit but i know you sing hannah montana in the shower and you know i know

53. im a cashier and i saw you stuffing you pants full of potatoes and i would stop you but you already have 27 and i want to see how many you can fit

54. its 4 am and im drunk as fuck in a mcdonalds and you have been watching my trying to eat this burger for 30 minutes

55. i was playing beer pong with a coin and i accidentally threw it right into your eye at a party

56. i’m at the beach and some kids thought it was funny to bury me in the sand when i dozed off can you please dig me out

57. it’s unbearably hot and we’re both fighting over the last handheld electrical fan at the shop at the amusement park

58. hey i just met you, and this is crazy, but i get sunburned really easily so can you please help me put sunscreen on my back?

59. thunderstorm after a menacing heatwave and we’re both getting weird looks for dancing in the rain

60.i have no idea who you are but you just fainted right in front of me holy shit dude you need to drink more in this heat

61. we both chased after the leaving ice cream van like ten-year-olds and now we’re both out of breath and a bit embarrassed

62.i clearly reserved this deck chair by putting a towel on it why on earth are you lying on it who the fuck do you think you are

63. My friends bet I wouldn’t buy these three weird and questionable items and you’re my cashier.

64.Once a week I go visit the pet store just to stare at the cute kittens and puppies and you’re the nice employee who always lets me hold them and wait I think I’m going to cry hold on.

65.You’re the DJ of the University’s radio station and every time you give an opinion on a current event I have to call and argue with you because could you seriously be anymore wrong?

66.We both wait tables at the same restaurant and you’re always mad at me by the end of the night because I make more in tips

67.We have the same class and once a week you wear this graphic shirt I don’t understand and I really want to ask you about it.

68.We both work at the same craft store that literally has no customers so we have nothing to do and I’m always reading at the register but you always have to criticize my book choice what the hell?

69.I’m working the concession stand for this week’s home game and this is the fifth time you’ve come back for snacks wait are you flirting with me?

70. we’re at a bookstore and you and I seem to have similar taste in books have you read this one? How about this one?

71. you look like you need help and I’m a professional roller/ice skater but I don’t want you to feel bad about how much you suck but wow you suck

72. You ordered your food before me and they gave you a drink you didn’t want so you gave it to me

73. We’re sitting at adjacent computers in the library and I’m taking extra care not to look at your screen out of respect but what the fuck do you keep laughing at

74. as a joke I yelled out “happy birthday to someone!” in this store and you called back “thank you!” who are you

75. You heard me talking about a TV show in class the other day and now you’re passionately yelling at me about how good it is we’ve never actually spoken before

76. It’s 10:30 at night and I left my glasses at home so I can’t read any of these labels and you’re one of the only people in the grocery store and GODDAMMIT DO YOU HAVE ANY TOMATO SAUCE WITHOUT CHUNKS

77. We go to the same support group; I have social anxiety and you’re a kleptomaniac who sorta stole my heart

78. You thought you were alone at the bus stop so early in the morning so you started passionately singing Fall Out Boy but your Patrick Stump impression could use some work and I’m not really afraid to point that out

79. I’m an artist and you have a really nice face so would you mind if I drew you?

80. We’re rival up-and-coming singers and every time one of us releases a new single the other does a cover to try to make it better; we’re always trying to top each other and out-cute each other, but half our fans aggressively ship us; our agents use this to their advantage and decide we should do a duet because it’ll be popular; unfortunately now that we’re in the same studio and I’ve seen what you’re like I really wanna know what your lips feel like

81.PLEASE I REALLY CANNOT FIND MY CAT AND I KNOW IT’S THREE A.M. BUT NEIL CATRICK HARRIS AND I WOULD BOTH APPRECIATE THE HELP

82. We were both stood up for dates at the same nice restaurant so we decide to eat together and split the check but I dunno you’re pretty interesting aside from your distractingly enormous eyebrows

83. We met at a mutual friend’s cheesy masquerade party and we agree that the only good thing about this party is the masks so you can’t judge a book by its cover only now that we’ve been talking I want to see your face but I don’t know how to ask

84. You used to date my friend who absolutely hates your guts after a messy breakup and now you’re flirting with me and I really shouldn’t be so interested in you but I am

85.We pass each other every day while we’re biking on the same path so we’ve started smiling at each other and one day you’re stopped because you’re having an asthma attack so I offer you my extra water bottle and now we’re talking and now I’M the one who’s breathless

86.I lost my little sibling in IKEA and I need your help finding them

87.I'm a private detective hired to follow you, but you're endearingly boring and mostly I just like watching you and oops, I sort of find you adorable.

88. You've been sketching me for half an hour now, and just shuffled up to hand me the finished product and it's TERRIBLE but you just wanted an excuse to talk to me.

89. I'm at an art exhibit and I just badmouthed the art, because I don't get it, okay? And it turns out you're the artist. I'm so sorry, maybe I could get you coffee and you could explain what it was supposed to be?

90. We're the only two people who turned up to an underground gig and it should be awkward, but the band is amazing and you asked me to dance and hey, there's nobody watching but us.

91. You live in the apartment next to me. We're not supposed to have pets, but I KNOW you have a cat. I'll make you a deal, I won't tell, if you let me pet it.

92. I punched you because I thought you were insulting my friend, but it turns out you know each other and it was an inside joke and I'm so sorry, let me drive you to the hospital?

93. We both wanted to rent a bike for an hour but the only one they have is a tandem bike

94. I’m on a terrible date and you’re my waitor please help me

95.Our dick landlord just evicted us both

96.I’m your neighbor and I can hear you fucking someone who shares my name

97. You’re sort of famous and we vaguely know each other through bumping into each other all the time but the media thinks we’re dating

98. Your roommate cheated on me and I just threw your laptop out the window thinking it was his

99. It’s 2am on the night of my 21st birthday and we gotta fix this fucking mess by morning or else we’re fucked

100.Fuck you and your bee farm I’ve had enough

Feel free to use any of these as your own! If you wanna request you could drop an inbox saying ‘ could you do ____ AU with this character’!

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“A Lesson In Tightropes” {1/5}

Hello everybody, this my first post on Tumblr. I written this story prior the release of Miraculous Ladybug season 4. A lot of things in this won’t match up to the current season. So think about it in a way of an AU story.

Read A Full Version Of Part 1 of “A Lesson In Tightropes” on Wattpad

Part 1 : Balance

Balance.

Another important skill needed in this never ending circus that we call life. As that’s what it can be seen as a complex balancing act. From the moment that we learn to move or stand we are supposed to follow a straight line without a certain end. As time starts to build up things are shove into our hands to juggle from small things such cleaning your room, washing behind your ears and finishing the vegetables on your plate. To the attempts of finishing ten page papers for university, keeping your light bill paid, and scrimping enough money for this month’s rent. The round shiny pennies that you have been juggling had turned into round shiny porcelain plates. More fragile and easier to break while trying to walk the straight line of a tightrope. The crowd that’s watching is ready to boo at you for any misstep and misdeed that is done, like the entertainment that you are. While the crowd that is supporting you and your accomplishments seem small like they can barely make a sound, even when it becomes too much and you fall without a safety net.

Up above the colors of orange and yellow painted Paris’ sky as the sun rose one early spring Friday morning. Sunlight quickly took its reign warming the frosty air from the previous night. The few people that were already out during this early morning minding their business as most were returning home from a grueling night shift or leaving for the long early shift that the day would give them. But right above them was the city’s beloved heroine Ladybug swinging through the sky with her trusty yoyo. The bug tossed the yoyo to latch onto the rooftops ahead to prolong the cycle of rush and relief of her body being pushed through the sky by her own hands.

As she had only one solid thought on her mind: home.

The few people who would look above and see the heroine had a few names that come to mind: hero, protector, role model, icon and savior. With all the things that Hawkmoth had thrown at her she seemed unstoppable. However, those were the people who easily let themselves get lost in the sparkle. They couldn’t see or wanted to notice the sway back in the bug’s posture, the misshapen form as she swung or the hesitation between each jump as she hanged onto the yoyo’s wire for dear life.

As underneath the surface level, it was clear that the spirit of exhaustion had been clinging onto her.

Nevertheless, Ladybug couldn’t stop moving as she sprung forward from the rooftop of Collège Françoise DuPont to the balcony of the nearby bakery. Nearly missing her footing on the balcony’s railing, the bug then jumped forward into the balcony’s opened trap door landing onto her bed that was underneath the opening. She landed flat on her back letting the cushiony padding of the mattress break her fall.

“Tikki,” the heroine said groggily. “Spots off.”

Magical red dust surrounded her body peeling off her costume and reverting her back into her civilian clothes. Tikki landed on the bed’s pillow, eyes already shut the kwami letting out a small yawn. While Marinette’s eyelids felt heavy, she felt herself slipping into a deep slumber needed to recover from last night and all of the previous nights before. Ever since she had returned home from her trip from New York. There have been back to back akumas and sentimonsters that Ladybug and Chat Noir had to deal with for the past three weeks. All of them appeared during the dead of night. It was like this Hawkmoth’s revenge for them not letting him plunge the world into another world war.

It was akuma alert notification, the most recent of many.

She suited up like usual, leaving her home after midnight hoping that this wouldn’t take long as she still was exhausted from the previous night. But those hopes were for nothing as the villain Creature Feature took hours to defeat, leaving both her and Chat Noir dragging themselves home, exhausted. Marinette turned over, eyes now shut as the mattress cushioned her aching body as she tried to reach dreamland. However, as she started to drift, a loud beeping startled the new guardian causing her eyes to fly wide open and herself to raise up. Marinette looked ahead to see at the foot of her bed was her phone ringing. She reached forward grabbing her phone as her alarm for school was going off.

But it couldn’t be time not yet as between last night and the night before she barely had gotten four hours of sleep! The guardian shut off her alarm and stubbornly threw herself underneath her covers. It can’t be time for school. That wasn’t fair as she didn’t want to go. Maybe today could be her sick day, better yet a mental health day.

It was the minimum of what she deserved.

But she heard a knock at her bedroom door, the guardian’s body didn’t even budge.

There was more knocking on the door, her mother’s voice came through the door calling out to her. “Marinette, sweetie it’s time to wake up. You don’t want to be late for school again. This will be the fifth time this week that you have been hard to get up!”

Marinette just let out a loud groan, taking her pillow on her head and bending it to cover her ears like this was going to be one of the worst days of her life.

An hour passed as the guardian dragged herself out of the door of the bakery with her purse and backpack. Instead of her usual outfit she was wearing a black tank top underneath a soft pink cotton top with short cutout sleeves, black sweatpants, and pink converse sneakers. She had dark sunken in circles underneath her eyes. A few minutes after not responding Marinette’s mother came into her room after Tikki hid trying to coax the young guardian out of bed. It got to the point it was easier for Marinette to force herself out of bed than trying and failing to get some sleep in the midst of that. In addition, her typical arsenal of excuses failed her, each one that she could think of Sabine counteracted with the statement of hearing it all before.

So Marinette got up and got ready just figuring the best thing to do is suck it up for another day. That was the notion that she had in her mind as she crossed the street to school. As outside in front of the steps students stood in their own groups chatting away with each other before class started. Marinette spotted Alya leaning against the wall of the school steps on her phone.

“Hey,” Marinette yawned as she approached her friend.

“Hey girl,” Alya said looking up from her phone. “You’re actually on time today.”

“You can thank my mom,” Marinette faintly smiled. “She wouldn’t let me be nearly late five days in a row.”

“Good mom, but hey are you okay?” Alya raised a brow.

“Yes, I’m a little bit tired,” the guardian nodded her head. “No big deal.”

“Well you’re not the only one,” her best friend gestured her head to the right. “It seems that your “friend” haven’t gotten much sleep either.”

Marinette turned her head in the same direction as she saw Adrien and Nino a few feet away. Adrien looked similar to her, a glazed look with deep dark circles underneath his eyes.

“Dude, you okay?” Nino asked him. “You look wiped.”

“Huh?” Adrien asked, almost like he was spacing out. “Yeah I just had a long fencing practice last night to get ready for our tournament in the next few weeks. Then I stayed up late doing homework.”

“So you sure you are fine?” Alya asked, bringing the attention back to her. “These couple weeks, you have appeared more exhausted every time I seen you.”

“I’m just a little jag lag from our trip.”

“The trip that we came back from three weeks ago? Nice try, M, that’s not going to work this time.”

“Um...well...it’s true.”

“Okay maybe I’m sounding a little pushy but I’m just a little worried about you.”

“That’s sweet but there’s nothing to worry about.”

“It’s not just me but other people. Alix texted me asking if you were coming to the Louvre this weekend to check out the “Fashion Through The Ages” exhibit like you said you were, considering that you cancelled going ice skating last with us last weekend.”

“Really? Why did she not text me?”

“Maybe because it’s been a little hard to reach you lately? You really haven’t been picking up or replying to our texts. So she just figured what was the point?”

Marinette bit her lip as she remembered last weekend she had come home from defeating the villain Archaic around seven in the morning after she got an akuma alert two in the morning. She was utterly exhausted and knew no way that could make it to the ice rink around eleven so she just texted the girls that she couldn’t go and went to bed. Practically for these past couple weeks beside school it’s been a trade off her sleeping and being Ladybug.

“So what?” Marinette’s eyes shifted to the side.

“So what? I’m worried about you ever since we got back from New York. You’ve been saying that either you’re busy or that you’re going to just go home to sleep. But you are still looking exhausted. Is there something going on? It’s starting to look like you have a double life or something.”

“Double life?!” Marinette exclaimed. “No way, I’m too boring to have a double life. I’m so dull that flies don’t even land on me! Boring is my middle name Marinette “Boring” Dupain-Cheng!”

“Well Miss Boring then what’s keeping you up at night?” Alya folded her arms, as if she wasn’t going to accept anymore deflection.

Marinette was at a loss for words as the truth feeling poison in her throat that if spilled as it would come up like acid. That she would die either way in this public setting. Unless she did her least favorite habit.

Lying.

“Okay okay you got me,” the guardian gave her friend a tight smile. “You’re so good, Miss Reporter.”

“Huh?” her friend looked confused.

“I’ve been working hard on a very special project...for you and the girls,” she wrapped an arm around Alya’s shoulders.

“Really?”

“Yep, I have been doing this project for weeks...that’s why I have been busy and tired. It’s all for you girls.”

Alya just looked at her with a stern face.

Marinette bit her lip as she thought. Is she buying this? No way that she’s buying this, she knows me way too well.

Her friend just shook her head. “That’s really sweet but leave it up to you to do something nice that is causing your own detriment.”

“Well you know me...I’m a giver. So everybody can stop worrying, it’s all over now.”

“Alright,” the inspiring reporter sounded skeptical. “Then I guess we can come over and you can show us the surprise tomorrow.”

“What?” the guardian looked confused.

“You said it was over, that means you’re done right?”

“Right... I guess that’s what it means, right...”

“Cool, then the rest of the girls and I can come to your place tomorrow before you go to the museum. Since Nora and I gotta take the twins to the circus tonight.”

“Circus?” she asked her as if it’s the first she heard of this.

“Yeah, I told you on Tuesday that Ella won four tickets for Andrea’s Traveling Circus that is going to be in town this weekend. As she won the award for most improved student in her class. Nora and I were going to take them since my mom and dad are going out to celebrate their wedding anniversary, remember?”

“Oh yeah.”

A string of electronic chimes came from the school causing the students to wrap up their conversations as they started to make their way up the steps.

“Ugh, the warning bell, we got five minutes until class starts,” Alya started to walk toward the steps. “Let’s go, the last thing that we need is Ms. Bustier marking us late.”

“Right,” Marinette yawned while following her up the steps feeling this was going to be a long day.

With that Marinette entered the school and dragged herself through a typical school day with an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion. To her it felt like the day trudged on even during lunch while Alya told the girls about the surprise, the one that the guardian had came up on the spot. So imagine her relief when she reached her last class of the day: Early World History. Her sleepy eyes were glued to Ms. Bustier as she was in the middle of her lesson about the industrial revolution. As the teacher lectured the guardian tried to keep her eyes open, keeping her mind and hands busy by taking notes on her school issued tablet.

But it was hard to keep her head up.

She looked at the clock as it read 1:05 pm. There was only fifty five minutes left of the school day, fifty five long excruciating minutes. While her head felt like it weighed like a ton of bricks that went through a centrifuge.

Come on Marinette you just got less than an hour left, you can do this. She thought.

However, her eyelids were getting heavier. She rubbed them a bit letting out another yawn. Before she knew it she could hear the ringing of the school bell causing her bolt right back up in her seat with a loud gasp realizing that she had been laying her head on her desk. Marinette’s eyes darted around the classroom to see that all her classmates were staring at her with confused expressions on their faces. Suddenly her face turned a shade of beet red.

“Okay class that is enough for today we will finish up our lesson on Monday,” Ms. Bustier said, her stern eyes right on Marinette. “For homework please read chapters eighteen and nineteen over the weekend.”

After that instruction the class packed up for the day and started to leave for dismissal while Ms. Bustier turned to the classroom’s chalkboard starting to erase the board’s chalk writings.

“D-did I fall asleep?” Marinette turned to Alya.

“Yeah halfway through class,” Alya replied.

“Halfway through class? Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I tried nudging you but you wouldn’t budge. It was like trying to move a brick house.”

“I was that out of it?”

“Yeah you literally were snoring during class,” Nino chimed in.

Marinette’s face became a deeper shade of red. “I don’t snore.”

“Trust me you do,” said a familiar voice.

Marinette looked away from Nino to see Chloè standing in front of their desks, arms folded with a little smug smile on her face.

“Seriously Dupain-Cheng who knew someone like you snored just like a pig,” the mayor’s daughter laughed. “I guess the whole class knows now.”

“At least I don’t sound like a strangled cat when I talk, like you do!” Marinette snapped at her.

Chloè’s blue eyes narrowed in shock as if she was surprised that kind of comment had been made.

“Marinette, can you please stay after class as I would like to talk to you,” Ms. Bustier said, still erasing the board.

Paris’ newest guardian’s eyes suddenly become big as saucers. While Chloè’s smug smile returned as she left the classroom.

Marinette buried her head in her hands. “I don’t believe this.”

“Do you want me to stay for you?” Adrien asked her.

Marinette moved her hands and looked back at the golden haired model. “Really?”

“Yeah it’s the least that I could do after you convinced my father to let me go to New York,” he said.

A tiny smile formed on her lips at that sentiment but then she looked at the dark circles underneath his eyes. He looked just exhausted as she did.

“Um no you don’t have to,” Marinette told him. “I mean...I appreciate it but I made bed now I need to lay in it.”

With that the group packed up the things and her friends left the classroom to carry out the rest of their day. Marinette walked down the steps with her backpack and purse to Ms.Bustier’s desk where the teacher was sitting looking through a stack of papers.

“Ms. Bustier, you said that you wanted to talk to me,” Marinette approached the desk, already feeling like she was on pins and needles.

“Yes Marinette as we have something to discuss,” said the teacher.

“About sleeping in class? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean too. I just didn’t get much sleep last night but I promise it will never happen again.”

“It is not exactly just that but also there is something else I would like to discuss.”

Ms. Bustier pulled out one of the sheets from the stack of papers that she was holding and placed it on the desk. It was a quiz paper with Marinette’s name written in the guardian’s own handwriting. The paper was covered with red ink markings and up top the final score was twenty five percent.

“This is your history quiz grade from the quiz that we took on Tuesday. I graded them all but didn’t have a chance to pass them out today like I planned,” Ms. Bustier told her. “But your grade is twenty five percent Marinette which is a F. Is there something you want to tell me?”

“Uh...I’m sorry.”

“This wasn’t a hard quiz either as the second lowest grade in the class was seventy two percent. Most of these questions were things we discussed in class and the others were from the textbook. Was you able to study?”

Marinette’s eyes shifted as she thought back to Monday night this week. She had taken a nap after coming home from school then started up her chemistry homework when her phone went off with an akuma alert. Steel Titan, a giant robot sentimonster was terrorizing downtown. By the time she got back she only had an hour before school that she used to finish her chemistry homework instead of studying.

“Just a little...I was busy,” she sheepishly told her teacher.

“With what?” Ms. Bustier’s eyes shifted from stern to concerned. “After falling asleep in class I’m worried about you Marinette. I have noticed that your grades have been slipping. So I would like to ask, is everything okay? Is there something going on at home?”

“What? Of course not, everything is fine.”

“Well about your personal life? Family, friends, relationships? If there is something you want to talk about I’m here to listen. It can be about anything.”

Marinette was unsure how to respond. What could tell her that she actually been Ladybug this whole time? That every time that she had been running late or had to excuse herself for a bathroom break she was saving the city. Along with Chat Noir she stopped Hawkmoth from plunging the world into another world war with two other heroes. That was now she was Paris’ only guardian of the miraculous because her mistakes caused the other one to give up his memories due to her getting so emotional over a guy she had recently given the friend label. That might have to suffer the same fate if she ever had to give up her title as guardian. That the thought of that actually terrifies her. She has been running herself so ragged that sometimes standing up is a chore.

Those are the things that she wanted to tell her but couldn’t.

“Nope, I just should have studied like I was supposed to,” Marinette told her. “Um, to be honest it’s my fault. I...stayed up late watching this show called Infinity Lights and I put off studying.”

“Infinity Lights? I love that show, how far are you?” Ms. Bustier stated.

“Uh,” Marinette started as she never saw a single episode of the show. The only reason she said it was because she saw a build board advertising the show when she swung home this morning. “Not far just the first season.”

“Ah so stakes haven’t really hiked up yet but what do you think about Miranda and Nick?”

“I like them. Miranda is my favorite.”

“Really? My favorite is Bridget. But is that the only thing going on?”

“Yes, I didn’t do well with organizing my priorities. So I’m in trouble?”

“Not exactly the grade that you earned on the quiz still stands; it is just a quiz grade so it shouldn’t impact your final grade significantly compared to a test. However, I would like you to promise me something.”

“A promise? What kind of promise?”

“I would like you to promise me that over this weekend you are going to get some rest. I expect you to come here Monday morning on time, well rested, homework done and ready to learn. If you can’t do it then I have no choice then call your parents and schedule a conference with your parents. To let them know about your grades and lack of sleep, do you understand?”

Marinette hanged her head. “Yes ma’am.”

After wrapping up things with Ms.Bustier, Marinette went home instantly going straight to her bedroom to get to work. As she had dug herself in a hole with her friends telling them about a great surprise that apparently took three weeks to do. She entered her room, dropping her purse and backpack on the floor to sit at her desk to think of something to make. Tikki flew out of her purse suggesting she get some sleep as she looked exhausted. But the guardian protested stating that she lied and now that she had to lie she must become an honest person by making the lie true. Tikki tried to convince her otherwise but Marinette was insistent. So here she was hours later still at her desk working in her sketchbook surrounded by wadded up balls of paper on her desk of rejected ideas. At first it was hats then phone cases then it was hand knitted scarfs. But either it was that she didn’t have enough time or materials.

It wasn’t until an hour ago that she settled on making homemade earrings as it looked enough that time was taken and she had the materials from a jewelry making kit that ironically Alya gave her for her birthday.

So there she was sketching as she had to make five original pairs of earrings all before tomorrow afternoon. However when trying to sketch Alya’s the first one on the list she couldn’t think of anything. It seemed the well of creativity that she usually tapped into had dried up.

Not to mention she was still tired.

“This is hopeless,” Marinette groaned.

Suddenly she heard a familiar beeping alert sound coming from her purse on the floor. The guardian’s heart was now filled with dread as she stood up from her seat being pulled to it by curiosity and obligation. She went into her purse and pulled out her phone to see the already lit screen. It had a notification that said:

AKUMA ALERT: SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY REPORTED BETWEEN THOMAS AVENUE AND DURAND AVENUE. PLEASE AVOID THIS AREA FOR THE TIME BEING. IF NEARBY GET TO SAFETY. ANOTHER NOTIFICATION WILL BE SENT ONCE THE AREA IS DEEMED SAFE. IF THERE’S A EMERGENCY PLEASE CALL EMERGENCY SERVICES.

Marinette looked at the notification as she knew where those streets were located deep downtown. It appeared that her alter ego was needed.

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For the full version of part one, check it out on Wattpad. If you made it this far, thank you so much! I really appreciate it.

Also a little music to set the mood. Especially if you read the full Wattpad version.

Also here’s a link to the song on YouTube.

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Haikyuu!: Scenario

Prompt: Holiday Season Relationship (How They’d Spend It and Gifts They’d Give)

Hinata: Hinata is a huge fan of the holidays and loves partaking in all the holiday activities there are. His favourite thing is going to the different holiday sights with his partner and enjoying them together with you. He definitely does the cliche holiday things and loves taking pictures of the two of you on dates in front of decorations (for example, some places have giant reindeer decorated with lights and he’d be a sucker for that). He’d also trying skating, but I don’t think he’d be very good at it. Regardless, he’d do his best to impress you, and might pick it up depending on how good of a skater his partner is. In terms of gifts, he either gives you something you’d never want (this is common in the beginning of the relationship), or gives you something you’ve always wanted. It’s sort of like Russian roulette with him

Kageyama: He’d do really cliche stuff, but only because he’s kind of clueless about what he should be doing during the holidays with a partner (And he’d get a lot of his advice from Hinata). He’d like holding your hand more often during the holidays in public to show that he has someone and to show how much he cares for you. Honestly he might forget that it was a holiday and carry on like normal, because he’s not used to spending the holidays with someone other than his sister, but his partner would gently remind him and he’d sort of panic for a bit, before settling on just walking around with his partner and looking at the sights. For presents, he brings you shopping a few weeks before the holidays and tries to figure out what you’d like during those trips. As a result, he often gives you quite good gifts during the holidays because he’s extremely attentive during the shopping trips.

Kuroo: Kuroo would secretly plan the perfect outing for the two of you. He’d take into consideration his interests and your interests and mesh them together to create the perfect date that the two of you could enjoy. Throughout the date, he’d like to keep you close to him and would refuse to let go of your hand unless it was absolutely necessary. Since it’s typically colder around these times, he might tease you about your red cheeks and red nose, which would only make your face redder in most cases. For a present, he’d get you the perfect present, but he’d hide it. First he’d show you the joke present he got you, just to watch your expression, and then he’d give you the actual present, which would be the best thing ever. He might also make a joke about how he’s your present

Kenma: He wouldn’t really want to go out for the holidays, but he would if you begged him or bribed him, however, there’s a low chance of that happening. He likes spending the holidays in the comfort of his own room or in his partners room (anywhere he feels most comfortable). He typically plays games and cuddles with you, however, during this time he takes into consideration what you’d want. For example, if you want to watch Christmas movies, he’d watch them with you and cuddle on the couch (and he wouldn’t even comment about how much he hates it either, though he does love the cuddles). For a present, he’d get you something he knows you’d like. Despite the fact that he’s immersed in his games quite often, he is an attentive person and picks up on subtle cues, so he knows exactly what you’d want

Bokuto: Bokuto is very similar to Hinata and wants to go see all the sites together with his partner. He holds your hand tightly everywhere you go and needs to have you by his side constantly. He’s a giant bundle of happiness and his happiness spreads to his partner to the point where you’d become as excited as him for the holiday season. He also does the skating thing (he planned it with Hinata) and it could go two ways. One: he’s really talented and he shows off to impress you. Two: he’s bad at it and he gets discouraged quickly. There’s a higher chance of it being the second one, and you’d have to help him learn how to skate (He’d pick up on it quickly too). For a present, he put so much thought and care into your present. He got you something he thinks you’d like and he did something personalized to demonstrate how much he loves you

Akaashi: Akaashi likes taking a stroll hand in hand and watching the snow fall down (This man is so perfect, he comes straight out of a romance manga). He does what you want to do, and he’ll make a few suggestions along the way about things you guys could do together. There’s this head cannon that he gets cold easily, so I think that he likes having his partner close for warmth, but also because he just like having them close. He’d get you the perfect gift. He is the most attentive and observant person in the entire series and he’d know exactly what you’d want as a gift

Iwaizumi: He’s simple like Akaashi during the holidays. He’s willing to do anything you want to do (though if there’s something that really interests him, he’s doing that for sure). More than anything, he just wants to be with his partner and would enjoy cuddling them a lot after getting out of the cold and ending up in his warm room. He’s an observant person, but I think he still might miss some hints that you drop about the present you want. In the end, he’d still get you a good present and he put a lot fo thought into it, which shows how much he cherishes you

Oikawa: Oikawa brings his partner to all the famous spots because he wants to show them all the best sights (He also wants to impress you by showing he knows all these cool places). He’ll hold your hand in public and refuses to let go because he needs that assurance that you’re there with him right now and that he really does have someone to enjoy these things with him. He’d pay for the entire date and would buy you a bunch of side gifts before revealing the actual gift he got you. Oikawa is a thoughtful person and I think he’d notice some of the signs about things you’d want, and he’d buy the right gift. He also spent a lot of time dropping hints about a certain alien related gift he wanted

Ushijima: He wouldn’t mind going out if his partner wanted to, but I think he’d prefer staying in together with you. If you went out, he’d go where you wanted, and might want to go see one sight that fascinated him. If you stay in, he’d like to just cuddle on the couch and watch tv (honestly probably normal tv) and drink hot chocolate with you. His gift for you would be personal because he’s adorable like that, and he’d make dinner as a bonus gift (And he’d try really hard doing it and it would turn out wonderful).

Tendou: Tendou would be a mixture of going out and staying in. The morning would be spent going out and seeing all the places you can see before dinner time (He’d pick most of the locations, but he’d also listen to where you want to go). He’d bring you to all the fun sights like Hinata and would try to participate in some of the interactive activities (He’d also try to take a picture with the reindeer like Hinata). After, you’d return to his house and he would make a nice dinner and some desserts (Spoiler in bracket: Tendou (23) Chocolatier). Then the time would be spent just relaxing and doing normal everyday things together. For a gift, it’d be a mixture of personal and commercial

Atsumu: He’d be into going out and seeing the sights and doing the interactive activities. He’s essentially an overgrown child so these things would excite him and he’d have a lot of fun doing them. You’d have to hold his hand in public or else you’d lose him easily, and he tries to get out of holding hands because it prevents him from going where he wants to go. Eventually he’d calm down and you’d return home. He’d get you a good gift. It wouldn’t be exactly what you wanted, but it would be a nice gift regardless (he only got it because Kita told him you like those things)

Osamu: He’s similar to Tendou in the sense that he’d be a mix of going out and staying in. He’d enjoy seeing the sights and would have a lot of fun playing the games, but he’d tire out faster than his twin would. He’d make some rice balls for dinner and you’d cuddle on the couch before giving each other gifts. Similarly to Atsumu he had to ask Kita for help, and so his gift would be good as well, however, he’d try to include a personal touch in it as well

Merry Christmas Eve and Happy Holidays + I’m sorry I didn’t include Ushijima and Tendou in the last one

If it wasn’t noticed, I’m doing a holiday theme for most of these posts

-theloveproductofhetalia

#haikyuu!!#hinata shoyuo #kageyama tobio #kuroo testuro #kenma kuzome #bokuto kotarou #akaashi keiji #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ushijima wakatoshi #tendou satori #atsumu miya #osamu miya #scenario

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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years

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One In A Million - Chpt.6

Summary: Rose spends an idyllic holiday season with the guys before tragedy strikes, threatening to disrupt the timeline that Rose is trying so hard to keep on course.

Word Count: 2.9k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! We’re in full swing relationship mode now and I just adore the whole “stucky x reader” set up. Prepare yourself for sweet fluff and a pinch of angst before even sweeter fluff. Because ya’ll should know by now that’s my jam lol. XOXO - Ash

Chapter Six

Dating the guys turns out to be very similar to what you had been doing up until that point. They come over every other day, sometimes every day if your schedules align. In public Steve is your boyfriend and you happily chit chat with the girls at the office who all are curious about how smitten you are with the tiny, shy, artist. There’s always that ache in your chest though, when you want to share something about Bucky but can’t. He’s your boyfriend’s best friend and while you can tell the occasional story about the three of you hanging out, there’s so much you can’t share. The truth is, Bucky is actually the sweeter of the two. He’s desperately affectionate and tactile with you and Steve. While Steve will spend an afternoon drawing something in his sketch pad, Bucky isn’t happy unless he’s tangled around you like an octopus. You indulge him often, surprised by how easy it is to be close with him. Steve jokes that it’s nice having someone else for Bucky to throw himself on for a change. Not that Steve isn’t affectionate, but he’s more like a cat; coming to you in infrequent bursts when the mood strikes him.

The holidays come and go quietly. Bucky and Steve head up to visit Bucky’s family for a few days and you stay home eagerly awaiting their return. You made them promise not to get anything but they both show up on your doorstep with gifts in hand when they get back. Steve gives you a sketch of the three of you sprawled out on the sofa together. It’s beautifully done and you promise to keep it on your bedside table. Bucky gives you a pair of the thick woolly socks you steal from him whenever you spend time at their place. They’re your favorite and you’re touched knowing he put a lot of thought into your gift. You grumble about them spending money on you but they ignore it, doing the same when they unwrap their packages.

You had wanted to get them things they wouldn’t have bought for themselves. Steve has to stop halfway through thanking you for his new art supplies, choking up with emotion until he finally just pulls you in his arms for a hug that lasts for what feels like forever. Bucky actually is rendered speechless by his coat and gloves. He showers you with kisses when his brain finally catches up and you know he’s appreciative of the gift. He had gone without a new coat for a few years now, his getting more worn and threadbare each season. Bucky always claimed getting a warm coat for Steve was the priority, letting his own wait even when it really couldn’t. The gloves were likewise necessary. His hands were always chapped from the bitter cold and dampness down at the docks and they couldn’t afford good leather gloves that would keep his hands dry.

The three of you spend the whole weekend in your apartment, snuggled safely away from the world. The guys are both gentlemen through and through, volunteering to take the sofa and the floor to sleep on. You know girls aren’t supposed to be so free in the ‘40s but you can’t possibly let them sleep uncomfortably when you have a bed big enough for the three of you to sleep in. Bucky caves first, pointing out that Steve has enough health problems without him sleeping badly and aggravating his back. You lead them both down the hall to your bed where they slip in next to you like they belong there. Bucky claims the middle, the prime cuddling spot, or so he claims, leaving you and Steve to trade amused grins over him.

New Years Eve and Day are spent at their apartment, Steve claiming it’s only fair since they celebrated Christmas at yours. He cooks up a small hunk of corned beef, simmering it slowly all day with cabbage, potatoes, and other root vegetables he was able to get on sale. It’s quite different than the pork and sauerkraut you’re used to but you go along with their traditions without complaint. You sit around dreaming up plans for 1942 together, places to go and things to do. Bucky mentions the rink at Rockefeller center, everyone has been talking about it since it opened a few years ago and it’s supposed to be quite an experience. Steve agrees it would be a good time and tells Bucky they should start saving now so they can take you before spring comes. You shake your head, “Why wait?” you ask them, “It’s probably still decorated from Christmas. What better time to go than when it’s at it’s best? We can go tomorrow.”

Steve sighs, a tight smile on his face. “We’re just dreamin’, doll. As much as we want to take you, that place is for those fancy Manhattan folks. Last I heard, it was a dollar a skate and then we have the subway cost to get there and back.”

“So I’ll pay for it, I don’t care. I want to take you two out and do something fun. Start the new year off right.”

The pinched look on Steve’s face deepens, “We don’t need your charity…”

“My what!?” you bark at him. Bucky has inched back, wisely staying out of the escalating argument. He has enough sisters to know that Steve is not winning this one.

“I know this isn’t the most traditional relationship but you gotta let us take care of you, doll. Like a man should.”

“Steven. Grant. Rogers.” you grit out in outrage, “If I want to take you out I damn well will. Don’t start with that antiquated, patriarchal, misogynistic bullshit!”

Steve flushes, his cheeks burning brightly, and he stands up from his seat on the sofa to storm off to his bedroom where he slams the door behind him.

Bucky shoots you a raised eyebrow, making sure he isn’t in trouble by association. You shake your head and sit back heavily, worried you ruined New Years Day.

“He’ll be okay, just give him a minute to calm down.” Buck assures you, “You and I both know Stevie supports the women’s rights movement but it’s still a hard habit to break, wanting to take care of our best gal.”

You climb into Bucky’s arms, wanting the comfort it brings you, “I’m sorry for ruining the holiday.”

“You didn’t ruin a thing. Just give him a few more minutes and then go talk to him. You have to understand, we didn’t grow up with money. I know you did so it’s not something you worry about, but that’s hard for us to adjust to.”

You snuggle in against him, letting the minutes slip by until you can go to Steve and make things right.

When you do finally go to him, Steve is staring out the window, brow furrowed under the weight of his thoughts. You apologize, and so does he. You both know your hearts were in the right place even if it doesn’t always come out that way.

The next day you take your guys ice skating at Rockefeller Center just like you had wanted to. They insist on buying lunch and you let them, a quiet compromise to keep everyone happy. You skate for hours until your legs are weak and your fingertips and noses are frozen from the cold. Bucky fusses over both of you the whole way home, worried you’ll catch your death. It was the best day you can remember having in years, and one you’ll cherish the memory of forever. It was also the last good day you had together before it all went to hell.

xxXxx

Bucky’s concern over Steve or you getting sick turns out to be legitimate. Two days after your trip Steve is coughing deep and rough, his asthmatic lungs not faring well against the illness he’s caught. By the third day he’s in bed with a fever that climbs faster than the medicine can work. Bucky can’t take the time off work, not if he wants to keep a roof over their heads, and so you call out from the SSR office, letting them know your boyfriend is not well.

Seeing Steve suffering is a new level of hell. He’s sweaty from the fever, shaking from chills, and the cough in his chest could wake the dead. It’s amazing his body doesn’t just shatter apart from the force of it. You stay by his side, giving him sips of warm broth and tea when he can manage and reading to him from his favorite books. After a week he looks like a skeleton, shrunken on himself and devoid of the liveliness he normally radiates with. Bucky calls the doctor then, scared of the cost but more afraid of losing the love of his life.

You can’t help but blame yourself. You knew Steve was prone to getting sick but you had pushed to go skating with them. It was selfish, so selfish, and now Steve was paying the price. Bucky tries to soothe your fears and guilt, reminding you Steve caught pneumonia just by stepping outside most years. You put on your bravest face and smile so Bucky will have one less thing to worry about, but it doesn’t alleviate your guilt in the least. There’s also the undercurrent of fear that you’ve messed up the timelines now and ruined everything. He has to pull through. He has to, so he can go be Captain America and save the world, you tell yourself.

Bucky won’t let you pay for the doctor who comes or the medicine he prescribes. You argue over it briefly but Bucky insists he saves for things like this and they’ll be fine. Steve comes out of it a few days later, the new medicine doing its job at last.

“Hey,” Steve croaks, his voice rough from disuse.

Your eyes fly up from the book you’re reading to meet bright blue eyes that are focusing on you for the first time in ten days. “Steve.” you squeak out through the tightness in your throat. You can’t contain your relief. “Oh honey, I thought we were gonna lose you.” you sob.

Steve reaches out with a painfully thin hand, “It’s gonna be okay.”

“God, I was so scared.”

“Come on, get in here with me if you can stand the smell.” he jokes weakly.

You carefully climb into bed with him, pulling him close until you’re lying flush against one another. You stroke the sweat sticky hair from his face, running your fingers over the sharp bones of his cheeks. Steve is too worn out to protest as you sprinkle kisses across his face.

“If this is the treatment for whatever I had, sign me up for another round.”

You frown at him fiercely. “Don’t even joke. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, don’t you worry.”

“I’ve done nothing else for ten days. I can’t lose you, I love you.” Tears are still falling from your eyes but you catch the change in Steve’s expression. You hadn’t even realized you said I love you out loud, having repeated it so often in your head while at his bedside that it feels natural now.

“You love me, huh?” his eyes shine with amazement, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah, I do.” you admit, not wanting to take it back now that the truth is out.

“I love you too, Rose. Does Bucky know yet?”

“I haven’t said it to him yet. I will though, tonight.”

“Make sure I’m there when you do. I’m sure he’ll react much better than when I said it to him the first time.” he huffs out a weak laugh and you reach back to get him a cup of tea from the side table. Steve sips slowly, letting his body adjust. “Do you wanna guess what that jerk said to me when I told him I was in love with him?”

“I can’t even imagine.”

“I was fifteen and he was sixteen. It was summer and we were flush after he got his first paycheck from helping sweep up at the docks where his dad worked. We spent the day at Coney Island eating hot dogs and riding the ferris wheel until they kicked us off. We were sitting down on the beach watching the waves as the moon came up, everyone else had left by then, and I realized it was the moment I’d been waiting for. I looked over at him and said ‘I love you, Buck’ to which the idiot said ‘love you too, pal.” easy as could be. So I told him ‘I’m in love with you.” and the great buffoon shoved at me and said “You do not!”. So then I shoved at him back and we ended up rolling around scrapping on the beach until finally, one of us let up. It wasn’t until we’d gotten home to my place that said he was in love with me too.”

“That’s terrible and wonderful. I love it.” you tell him.

“I never thought we’d find someone like you. I can’t believe I got this lucky twice.”

You blush at his words, unable to believe his love for you could be even remotely close to his feelings for Bucky.

“What time is it?” Steve asks squinting at the clock.

“Quarter after four.” you reach to the nightstand for his glasses so he can see for himself too.

“I hate to ask this of you, but could you help me to the bathroom? I could really use a shower.”

“Honey, it’s okay. Bucky and I have been taking turns caring for you so it’s no big deal.”

“Great. Not exactly the first impression I’d like to leave when you see me naked the first time.”

“Hey, don’t be like that.” you scold him as you let him support himself on you to stand, “If you think for one minute I’m going to see something I don’t like when I look at you, you’re crazy.”

Steve grumbles but decides he wants to be clean more than he wants to act tough. You half help, half carry Steve into the bathtub, setting him down carefully inside it while you get the water nice and warm. He tries to wash himself but his arms are shaking after a minute and you take over washing his hair for him, getting it nice and clean for the first time in over a week. The bath exhausts Steve and he naps while you make dinner, barely keeping his eyes open to dry off.

Bucky is ecstatic when you tell him Steve was awake and talking earlier. He barely stops to give you a kiss before he’s barging into the bedroom to see Steve. You join them a little while later, eating dinner in bed on trays so that Steve can rest but still be included. He’s sleeping again before he even finishes his soup, his tray whisked away to let him rest peacefully between you and Bucky. You talk quietly over him, catching up on your days and sharing in your relief that he’s finally improved.

“Thank you for helping me care for him. It got really bad this time. I don’t know what we would have done without you.” Bucky says again, grateful for all your help over the past week.

“It was no problem. I love him, of course I wanted to take care of him when he’s sick.”

Bucky looks over, surprised. “You love him, huh?”

“I do.”

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s easy to love.” Bucky looks down at Steve with such sweetness it’s hard for you not to jump over Steve and kiss him.

“Hey Buck.” you catch his attention again.

“Hmm?” he finally looks over at you.

“I love you too.”

Bucky smiles wide and warm like the sun. “You do, huh?”

“Yep.” you chew on your lip, waiting for his next move.

“It’s a good thing then. ‘Cause I love you too.” Bucky gets up, coming around to your side of the bed where he can pull you up into his arms.

“I love you.” you whisper between kisses.

“I love you, so much doll.” he replies, burying his face into the curve of your neck.

“Ah shit. Steve wanted to be awake for that.” you groan.

“What? Why?” Bucky asks with a chuckle.

“He wanted to make sure you didn’t shove me after I said it.”

“Oh no, he told you the story!” Bucky is cringing, embarrassed by the memory.

“It’s sweet.” you assure him.

Bucky starts trailing kisses up your throat again and you sink into his embrace, letting yourself enjoy the contact after a week of tense worry.

Steve really will be okay, you’re sure of that now. The timeline is intact despite all of your involvement in their lives and you just have to get through the next four months without disrupting anything else. Though how you are going to walk away from the two of them is getting more and more complicated.

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dailyhyperfixation · 4 years

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🌈 but you fix the cursed post about steve opening letter after letter getting rejected by every school

Thank you for your request! 🥰

Oh god that post really breaks my heart

Let’s fix that (this ends happy I promise)

Send me an AU and I’ll write something

So it’s just after graduation, and Steve just barely skated through his senior year. Between the whole Upside Down thing, losing his King crown to a certain someone from California, having a few mental breakdowns, and suddenly being in a charge of a bunch of kids, he hadn’t exactly been able to focus on school. Steve had applied to five schools, and over the month of May the letters start coming in. His heart sinks when he grabs the mail and sees the scrawny thin envelope from the first school. Before he opens it he already knows he’s been rejected. The lack of surprise doesn’t help. He still cries. 3 more letters come. Steve cries a little harder each time, in that big empty house all by himself.

It’s well into June now, and Steve is working at Scoops Ahoy, desperately trying to keep that 5th letter out of his mind. The one that hasn’t come yet. The one that’s surely another rejection. He just scoops ice cream, and when he really feels like torturing himself, he goes to the pool.

Now normally the pool isn’t Steve’s scene. But he goes under the guise of staying in shape for the ladies and definitely not for a certain someone. A certain muscular blue-eyed someone who’s allergic to wearing shirts. No, Billy Hargrove is the bane of Steve’s existence. And yet he can’t stay away from him. They trade snappy insults in public, or more accurately Billy teases him to death and Steve always ends up complimenting the other boy by accident (totally by accident)

“You better be careful there princess, you’re so pale you might just catch on fire laying in the sun like that.”

“Yeah well we can’t all have a perfect tan, can we, Hargrove?”

But most nights they somehow find themselves smoking on the hood of the Camaro at the quarry, or drinking cheap beer by Steve’s pool when his parents aren’t home. If Steve didn’t know any better he might even call them friends.

But on this particular evening, Steve is at home. And he’s drowning his sorrows in whiskey because today… well today was the last possible day he could have gotten an acceptance letter. Actually 3 days ago was the last day, but it’s finally hitting Steve that it’s not coming. His last possible hope from the last school he applied to. So Steve is downing burning whiskey and crying on his couch in that big empty house again. And he’s just going to lie here until he has to get up and put on a happy face for the kids, or the customers buying ice cream, or Billy at the pool, because his life is falling apart and there’s no one here. There’s no one here to say it’ll be okay, no one to-

DING DONG

Who the hell could be knocking on the door of the Harrington house at this hour interrupting this very important business that needs attending? (That business being drinking and crying but that’s irrelevant.) Tripping over his own feet as he stands, Steve stumbles to the door, tears and snot and a bit of whiskey still streaming down his face because he just doesn’t care anymore anymore and he yanks the door open ready to yell in the face of whoever’s disturbing his wallowing and-

“Wow, Harrington, you look like shit.” Those words managed to come out of Billy’s mouth as a scoff, barely masking the concern in his voice that Steve didn’t even notice.

“Fuck off, Hargrove. I’m busy. Go away.” Billy’s hand caught the door as Steve attempted to shut it in his face.

“Hey…” the asshole facade was down in a second as soon as Billy saw that something was really wrong with the boy. The boy he had been secretly harboring feelings for since the second he set eyes on him. The boy that he teased and shoved in public to keep that secret, but god if he wasn’t weak for Steve Harrington, and who cares why he was here in the first place, he’ll do anything to stop Steve from crying. “Hey, princess, what’s wrong? Hey… just, just sit down and tell me what it is,” Steve was fully sobbing now as Billy, unsure what to do with a distraught Steve, led him back inside to the couch, “I don’t… I don’t know if I can… uhh help, or anything, but please just talk to me…” fuck Billy had absolutely no idea how to deal with a sad Steve, he looked like a kitten curling up into himself as he sat. Billy was itching to go out and punch what or whoever made Steve cry, but he needed to be here for him. Tentatively, Billy wrapped an arm around his back, curling Steve’s face into his shoulder. Tears, snot, whiskey and all.

Eventually, Steve’s sobs quieted down. “Do you.. do you want to tell me what that was all about?” Billy whispered, hesitant to break the silence they had settled into. “No… not right now. I don’t want to talk about it. Just.. fuck Billy why are you even here?” Steve whispered back, his breath tickling Billy’s ear from his face still shoved right in the crook of his neck.

“Oh it’s dumb, probably nothing important. Just, uh… our last names are pretty similar, right?”

“Billy what the fuck does that have to do with anything?” despite his huffing Steve still refused to move from his comfortable perch, even snuggling into Billy more, curling his arms around Billy waist, and nuzzling his face further into his neck, to tired to think after wearing himself out with his breakdown.

“Well I just mean that’s probably why I got some mail that was meant for you a couple days ago, I kept forgetting to give it to you but I have this big old envelope that says Steve Harrington and I figured they probably mixed up Harrington and Hargrove, they’re kind of similar so I-“ in the midst of Billy’s rambling Steve bolted upright.

“What did you just say.”

“Uhhh your mail got delivered to my house?” Billy stammered out, alarmed by Steve’s sudden seriousness but mostly by his sudden shift to sitting… directly on Billy’s lap, so close that their noses are almost touching, all Billy had to do was lean forward and…

“Uhh!” Billy cut his train of thought off quickly, “that’s why I’m here because I have this big envelope that’s from a college, I think, and it has your name on it so…” Billy grabbing for the envelope he had tossed beside him on the couch in the midst of frantically comforting Steve and holding it up between them.

“Here you go.”

Steve’s eyes had never been wider in his life.

This was no scrawny thin envelope like the others. There was clearly much more inside than a short letter of rejection. Steve closed his eyes and took a deep breath as Billy looked on in confusion. Then he ripped open the envelope.

Yes.

Yes. In big bold letters at the top.

Yes!

YES, You have been accepted!

“YES!!!” Steve screeched at the top of his lungs, ecstatically bouncing up and down, as a very startled Billy grabbed his hips to stop him from literally bouncing on his dick right now, “What the fuck, bambi?” Steve was almost hysterical at this point, laughing and screaming “Billy, I got in! I did it, I did it!” arms flailing wildly before grabbing Billy by the face and kissing him deeply and god it felt like he belonging right here, in Billy’s lap surrounded by the smell of his cologne, kissing him and- wait. Oh shit.

Steve pulled back abruptly, snapped out of his reverie, Billy stock still beneath him, blue eyes filled with shock, “Oh shit, I didn’t mean… that is- I should, oh fuck sorry I-“ but then Billy surged forward and returned the kiss enthusiastically, hand finding a home in Steve’s hair and Steve just… melted. If he wasn’t so excruciatingly happy, he might have been ashamed of the whimper he let out when Billy broke the kiss to whisper against his lips, “Been waiting for you to do that for a long time, princess.” before diving right back in to kiss him breathless.

Wow that was longer than I was planning but I’m bad at writing short things 😅 Thank you so much for the prompt! ❤️ I might continue this at some point 🤔

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eurynome827 · 5 years

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Anniversary: Scenes From A Staycation

A Honey & Salt Story

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 1474

Warnings: language, vague fluffersmut, a surprising amount of maybe angst?

Summary: It’s been a year.

*This series is fiction - I do not know this man and this is an alternate universe RPF with no basis in fact.*

When you two first met, it was just a fun fact. Your birthdays were exactly two weeks apart.

As you grew closer - even granting each other the coveted title "best friend"- the halfway point became the day you celebrated. He would try to be in town, you would take off, if it was around a weekend it became "Birthday Weekend".

This year Birthday Weekend had an unnatural tension attached to it.

Last year's Birthday Weekend had been ...eventful. Now this wasn't just the latest in a series of times between best friends.

Now, it was an Anniversary.

One Month Before

"Are you sure this is what you want? You don't want to do something more special?"

"Excuse me, pal, last year we spent Birthday Weekend in your apartment. A beach house isn't special enough?"

"Last year's Birthday Weekend DID work out well..."

You could almost hear his raised eyebrows over the phone, just as you were sure he could hear your eyeroll.

Details were set, you swore you'd make all the arrangements if he could guarantee he'd be home on time. Birthday Weekend in a beach house on Fire Island. Staycation.

Then the chatter started.

Your friends. Your parents. Your mutual friends - Evans on the phone, grateful you couldn't punch him over FaceTime. "Think he's got something SPECIAL planned?"

"Can you shut the fuck up for two seconds?" You huffed in reply. "Considering it was my idea to rent the house, and he thought it wasn't 'special' enough, no I don't think so."

"Not special enough, huh?" Evans smirked.

"I hate you."

Friday

You arrived on the first morning ferry, getting the key for the house from the rental office and pulling the wagon with the week's supplies behind you the three blocks down to your ocean view house. It was perfect, with a porch facing the sea and a walk straight down to the beach. After getting everything settled you changed into your bathing suit and had a mimosa on the porch before throwing on your cover-up to walk to the dock for the afternoon ferry's arrival.

When Sebastian arrived on the ferry you were waiting, a rocket fuel in each hand.

"Don't spill the drinks!" You admonished, giggling as he swept you up.

"Happy Birthday Weekend," he whispered in your ear.

He set you down, and you kissed him quickly, not wanting to make a scene on the dock. It had been a year of skating by on the past reputation of "best friends" and it was a miracle you'd stayed under wraps.

"Here you loon," you grinned up at him as you handed him his drink, leading the way down the path. "Happy Birthday Weekend. Welcome to paradise."

Friday Evening

"Accept the fact that the pizza is overpriced. Everything has to be delivered by boat here, it comes at a premium."

"I didn't complain once," he handed you another beer and opened his own, settling on the porch swing and looking over at you warily. "You alright? You're very on edge."

"NOT on edge." You took a long swallow. "We have to get pizza tonight, it's tradition. Tomorrow we can go out or we can cook, whatever you want."

"Probably better to stay in," he answered and the unspoken words were there again. Don't get recognized. Don't get your picture taken alone in the restaurant without the life jacket of your friends surrounding you - have someone tweet it and then Birthday Weekend becomes the publicity stunt heard round the world.

You looked at him, and something about his eyes - the sun low in the sky, the sound of the ocean - and a grateful wave washed over you. "I'm so happy we're here. I missed you."

He pulled you into his lap. "Nowhere else I'd rather be."

You got the pizza and ate on the porch, the sound of the waves in your ears long after the sun has set low enough and the view past the porch rail is a long dark punctuated only by the lighthouse and the pinpricks of bright stars.

Jet lag forced him to bed early, and you cuddle next to him, as always seeking out the heat of his skin against yours and relishing in the promise of what's to come when he wakes up.

Saturday Morning

You're not sure what wakes you - the screaming sea gull on the roof or Sebastian's lips on your inner thigh.

"Finally," you tease, voice husky from sleep and his own chuckle in response warms your heart.

He's already taken you apart twice before he kisses back up your body till he reaches your neck and he holds you tight and rolls you over on top. There's never time needed to be reacquainted. You've memorized each other a million times over but it's still so good, so new, so perfect.

Except for trips to the bathroom and to the kitchen for coffee, you're in the bed until early afternoon.

Saturday Afternoon

After a small breakfast on the porch, you both set up in the sand a stone's throw from the house, away from the beachgoers clustered at the shore. It's not as busy on this stretch of the beach anyway, as the day trippers tend to stay in groups around the lifeguard stations. Here it's just the other renters, and you're not as worried on the few trips down to the water you both take to cool off.

It's quiet, and peaceful, and exactly what you wanted.

Then you go and ruin it all.

Saturday Evening

Mindful of his training, you'd brought chicken and vegetables to cook for Saturday, trying to at least be creative in your seasoning. He'd already strayed enough with the pizza and all the drinking - but it's Birthday Weekend.

He set the table and you poured the wine before you both sat down. Everything was great until he pulled a ring box out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

The words were out before you could stop them.

"I don't want to get married."

He looked at you, expressionless. "Okay."

"Fuck - I can't believe this. Everyone tried to hype me up for this and I thought you would never in a million years do this. You don't want to get married either! You've always said that."

"Babe -" he reached out for you, and you stood up so fast you knocked over your chair.

"Even fucking EVANS told me and I told him to shut the fuck up. I can't believe this."

"Hey!" He raised his voice, and you stopped babbling. "I'm not proposing. Open the box."

You picked it up with shaking hands and opened it.

"It's our birthstone. Oh, honey. It's beautiful."

"I don't care which finger you put it on, but you seem really concerned about that." He looked up at you, biting his lip - and not in a fun way.

"I ruined it." Your face crumpled and you barely registered him pulling you into his lap. "I ruined Birthday Weekend. Everyone got in my head."

He wrapped his arms around you. "Babe. You didn't ruin anything. But we should talk."

Late Saturday Night

Hours after eating, lots more wine, and a very uncharacteristically serious discussion later and the two of you were finally in bed.

It was almost laughable how two people who felt so similar about things could find it so difficult to tell the other person. For a year everything had worked so well. "Maybe we were just due for it," you murmured as his lips trailed across your neck.

"For what?"

"A big serious discussion. Can't have fun all the time."

He raised his head and looked you in the eyes. "Watch me."

You shook him awake, feeling only a little guilty at the lack of sleep. He groaned and pulled you closer but you pushed away with a giggle.

Sunday At Sunrise

"Seb."

"Let's watch the sun rise."

He made an unintelligible noise.

"Come on, babe."

"Okay. Then bed."

You dragged him out to the porch and faced the east. Wrapped in a blanket together in the morning chill, the sun's sudden appearance rising over the Atlantic took your breath away.

"Yeah, that was worth getting out of bed for," he admitted, and started to wrap his arms around you tighter but you turned to face him.

"I love you."

He squeezed your waist. "I know you do."

"No, I mean it. I really love you. I don't care what anyone says, I don't care if the whole world knows, I am who I truly am right now with you. That's all that matters."

His eyes were soft and as blue as the ocean in the new sunlight. "You love me, huh?"

You pulled him as close to you as you could. "You know I do."

#honey and salt #anniversary: scenes from a staycation #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fanfiction

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ko-chan-the-blueberry-donut · 5 years

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Fond Friends, Sequel to “Cold Comrades” and third in the Buggy Tendencies series

Hey guys! It’s been a while since I’ve written for this series and I’m excited to publish this one. Obviously since canon came out, this series now is considered AUish due to Chloe not revealing her identity of Queen B to anyone in this series.

Title: Fond Friends

Summary: Sequel to “Cold Comrades”. Chloe refuses to admit, perhaps, maybe, possibly, she’s fond of Marinette too.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Miraculous Ladybug

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Chloe frowned, looking inside the bakery to see Marinette, bundled up as usual, appearing worse for wear. Not that she cared or anything, but Marinette usually wasn’t gloomy these days. In fact, the more her and Chloe spent time together, sharing their similar dilemma of aversion to the cold seemed not so bad. Trust them, it still sucked, but it sucked a little less when you had someone who understood your plight.

She grumbled, her conscience—that sounded strangely like Pollen—told her to find out the problem. After all, Marinette has been quite generous this winter with welcoming her into the warmth of her home and providing her with free hot chocolate and fresh baked treats every morning. Neither of them knew how exactly this came to be. Chloe supposed it started when she joined Marinette at the bakery after dealing with that horrid ice-skating trip. Chloe didn’t bother hiding her pleasure at all the heat surrounding her, as well as the warmth in her belly from hot cocoa and cookies, when Marinette casually mentioned perhaps they should make this a regular thing before school. Chloe agreed without a fuss—a surprise to both of them—and somehow it morphed into Chloe and Marinette eating breakfast together in the bakery every morning and not just on school days.

Not that Chloe would ever admit the reason was they both found each other’s company enjoyable. Nope. She was there for the treats and warmth Marinette’s home provided, thank you!

Yet, staring inside the window, seeing Marinette’s downcast expression, something tugged at her heart, and Chloe narrowed her eyes, glaring at her chest to hiss at the internal organ. Pollen, as if sensing her dilemma, peeked out of her coat collar, giving her an encouraging look.

“It’s not good to keep a lady waiting, My Queen.” Pollen spoke. Chloe sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, inhaling. She knew this was Pollen’s way of telling her to go with her gut, and she both hated and loved Pollen’s guidance when she was too stubborn to listen at times.

“Yeah yeah. Let’s go see our fellow heat enthusiast, shall we?” Chloe spoke, and Pollen hid herself as Chloe opened the bakery door, the bell chime signifying her entrance. Marinette jumped a bit. She must’ve been so immersed in her thoughts, she didn’t see Chloe until now.

“Oh hey…” Marinette gave a weak smile, and Chloe narrowed her eyes. The wilted expression did not suit Marinette one bit.

“Okay, who kicked your puppy?” Chloe frowned. Marinette blinked.

“What do you mean?” Marinette asked flabbergasted. Chloe sighed irritably. She had no patience for Marinette’s desire not to bother others. Seriously, you’d think with so much time they spent together, some of Chloe’s attitude would’ve rubbed off on her. Though Chloe did reason Marinette’s overwhelming kindness is what made her perfect for dealing with Chloe’s mood swings.

“Come on, Dupain-Cheng. You looked like how you used to before Cèsaire came and you actually got friends.” Chloe pointed out, and Marinette was surprised. Despite Chloe’s claims of not caring, she sure was observant.

“Well, not sure how accurate that is now…” Marinette laughed lacking humor, her eyes sad and her smile bitter. Chloe frowned.

“What are you babbling about now?” Chloe took a seat, automatically grabbing the cup of hot cocoa Marinette had laid out for her. She gave a sigh in bliss at the hot liquid rushing down her throat. Without speaking, Marinette handed her a fresh sugar cookie—Chloe’s favorite—and Chloe grunted in gratitude, immediately chomping down on it.

“Well… you’ve noticed that everyone hasn’t really been happy with me since I’ve started calling out Lila on her lies.” Marinette began. Chloe stopped eating her cookie, giving her a look of curiosity, swallowing.

“Yeah, but it’s pretty obvious she lies frequently as much as I breathe. Once you pointed out the inaccuracies of her story with being Ladybug’s best friend, it was pretty easy to see everything else she says is bullshit. Only idiots would keep falling for her tricks.” Chloe replied, remembering how Marinette explained to Chloe one morning that how could Lila possibly be Ladybug’s best friend when Ladybug would never show favoritism towards a civilian and put them in danger, not to mention someone who hasn’t even been in Paris until after she published her story. From then on, it was easy to go fact check everything else Lila claimed, and Chloe wasn’t surprised in the slightest she couldn’t find anything to back up the liar’s stories. It made Chloe angry she fell for the girl’s façade easily, practicing with Pollen on how to tell lies and deceit from then on. ‘Now if only a certain feline superhero would follow his partner’s lead.’ Chloe rolled her eyes, remembering how many times the cat hero has shown his fondness for a certain pig-tailed girl, not caring if he was in public or not.

“Come on, our class isn’t stupid…” Marinette defended weakly, and Chloe snorted.

“That’s a hilarious joke you just told. Perhaps you should do stand up.” Chloe remarked, not guilty for stating the truth. “Ever since she came back, they’ve been humping her every word like a cat in heat!”

Marinette choked on her cocoa ungracefully, bursting out into laughter despite herself. Chloe smirked, pleased that she was able to get a genuine smile from Marinette.

Not that she’d ever say it of course.

“Now I’m just imagining everyone dressed as Chat Noir and Lila dressed as Ladybug and they’re all humping her leg! You cursed my mind with that image.” Marinette scolded with no real malice. Chloe continued smirking.

“It is a rather funny image.” Chloe conceded. “So what you’re saying, is that you’ve fallen out of favor over speaking the obvious.” Chloe concluded, seeing Marinette frown.

“Yeah… as I recall, Alya specifically chewed me out for ‘not having facts’ but she believes Lila without even fact checking!” Marinette narrowed her eyes, remembering that conversation with distaste. Chloe handed her a chocolate chip cookie to eat. Marinette chomped down angrily on it.

“God help us if she ever becomes a real reporter.” Chloe stated. She still wasn’t happy about the whole snooping on her to find out if she was Ladybug incident. Honestly, Ladybug saved her from Stoneheart. Cèsaire was a moron.

“Don’t insult my best friend.” Marinette chided gently. Chloe rolled her eyes.

“Yes, and what a wonderful best friend she is! Tell me, what was her explanation for not believing said best friend?” she retorted sarcastically.

“…she said I was just being jealous…” Marinette’s shoulders slumped, and Chloe felt anger bubble in her stomach from Alya. She may not be as close as those two, but even she knew Marinette doesn’t say concerns unless there’s a reason to worry. The girl could be petty, she knew, but it was clear she was actively working on that issue of hers, like Chloe unwillingly was working on herself. She blamed Pollen.

“And you haven’t drop kicked her because…?” Chloe quirked a perfectly plucked eyebrow. Marinette blushed.

“If I did that, I’d just be labeled a bully…” Marinette replied. Chloe sighed.

“Take it from someone who’s been in that role tons of times—it’s better to put people in their place instead of letting them walk all over you.” She told the pigtailed girl simply, taking another cookie.

“Well…” Marinette began, but Chloe wasn’t having it.

“No buts! You have backbone against me! Use it against those who are your so-called friends! It’s honestly sickening that I am now the most decent person to you! I have a reputation to keep, after all!” Chloe sniffed.

“Of course, imagine if they found out about our breakfast dates. Chloe and Marinette wanting to spend time together? The apocalypse would drop upon us!” Marinette jokingly fretted. Chloe blushed at the mention of these meetings being a ‘date’.

“Don’t get too cocky, Dupain-Cheng! I’m only here for free treats and extra warmth!” Chloe warned. Marinette waved her off with a smile.

“Yes, yes! The resident Queen Bee wouldn’t be caught willingly in a commoner’s bakery. Imagine the tabloids! Your father would push this as a public agenda stunt that you’re mingling with commoners!” Marinette jokingly said, her eyes glinting in that way that told Chloe Marinette knew something, and Chloe didn’t get it. Chloe frowned. God, Marinette was so weird!

“Hmph! I’m not the ultimate queen! Queen B takes that title!” Chloe told her, crossing her arms. Marinette’s eyes twinkled in that irritating way again, and her smile was infuriating.

“Yes, of course. Queen B is Paris’s only queen above you.” Marinette agreed, her eyes still sparkling with a joke Chloe didn’t know.

“How did I get stuck with such a weird person?” Chloe mourned. Marinette giggled.

“I offered you food and good company I guess.” Marinette grinned.

“That’s debatable.” Chloe remarked.

“I think we both know we enjoy each other’s company more than we used to.” Marinette continued, smiling softly. Chloe tutted.

“Tch. That makes one of us, Marinette.” She denied, turning away so Marinette couldn’t see her blush.

“If you say so, Chloe.” Marinette smiled, but Chloe could see the knowing glint in her blue eyes, and Chloe hmphed.

“We should get going. I will not let your tardiness ruin my attendance.” Chloe ignored her infuriating smirk. She would not let Marinette win.

“If you say so, Your Majesty.” Marinette conceded, hurrying to get some cookies and hot cocoa for them for the road. Both exited the bakery and shivered violently at the freezing air.

“I swear I’m going to move to the tropics if this keeps up!” Chloe complained. Marinette nodded.

“I hear Hawaii is quite nice. Think we could afford it?” Marinette wondered, moving closer to Chloe as the walked. Chloe responded by hugging Marinette to her, which the girl easily returned. Both sighed in relief at the extra warmth.

“Pfft! I can afford anything! There’s also the Bahamas!”

“We could run to there now and no one would ever know.” Marinette proposed, grinning. Chloe entertained the thought of leaving the horrid cold behind and found she didn’t mind running away even if it was with Marinette—on the contrary, the thought was more appealing, even if she was reluctant to admit it.

“It certainly would be better than this frigid hell! Not to mention no idiots and no Lie-la!” Chloe snorted.

“I have to say, the company would definitely be a lot better.” Marinette’s eyes sparkled, and Chloe blushed. Her blush increased when Marinette hugged her tighter, eyes bright. “Unfortunately for you, I’ve come to enjoy our little breakfast dates.”

“Ugh! They’re meetings, not dates! And if you say anymore, I’m throwing you into the Seine!” Chloe ignored the erratic beating of her heart. Marinette appeared not bothered.

“True. If everyone knew I became fond of you, they’d have a heart attack. My parents still can’t believe we spend so much time together.” Marinette mused. Chloe’s blush increased if that was possible.

“I swear, Dupain-Cheng! I’m sending you straight to the Arctic if you keep it up!” Chloe threatened. Marinette laughed.

However, her laughter died when she came across all their classmates surrounding Lila at the front gate. The girl appeared to be spinning another one of her tall tales. Adrien was the only one who was off to the side, looking torn. Chloe wondered if perhaps he knew the truth about Lila as well but didn’t care enough to question him.

Marinette stiffened when Lila appeared to have announced their presence, their classmates turning to look at her with stern gazes. Usually when they got to the school, the two of them always separated, not wanting to make a scene, but seeing Marinette uneasy caused Chloe to make the split decision to tug her closer, giving them a waspish glare of her own. Their classmates blinked, just noticing the position Chloe and Marinette were in.

“Chin up, Marinette. Show these idiots your backbone.” Chloe ordered. Marinette took a deep breath and raised her head, staring at her classmates dead on, daring them to say something. If Chloe wasn’t so incensed by their idiot classmates, she would’ve been proud.

“Marinette! Chloe!” Adrien approached them happily. The others watched them in curiosity and Chloe wanted to snare at them to take a picture since it would last longer. He gave them a look of wonder of his own, surveying their close proximity with a frown. “Are you cold again, Marinette? Here, I’ll hold you on your other side.” Adrien offered. It made Chloe clutch Marinette tighter. A voice in her mind was hissing she does not like to share.

“O-oh! Thank you, Adrien!” Of course, Marinette would allow him to hug her other side, Chloe simpered. However, she noticed with glee Marinette’s hold on Chloe tightened too. Adrien embraced her other side, positively beaming. Chloe could see Lila’s frown all the way from here. An urge to stick her tongue out at the girl overcame her.

“Come on! We don’t have all day!” Chloe ushered them along. The three of them walked past their classmates and Lila, Adrien and Chloe shielding Marinette from their stares. If Marinette noticed them hugging her tighter as they passed them, she didn’t say anything.

Chloe gave them a glare, and some of their classmates had the decency to back up. Chloe was bad enough—a Chloe in the cold was way worse. Satisfied, she turned back to Adrien and Marinette, starting a conversation.

Because perhaps, maybe, possibly, a little bit deep down, Chloe was just as fond of Marinette too.

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Here you guys go! I hope this was okay!

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heywritersblock · 5 years

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space: g.d

concept: we all know gray is a clingy little koala bear but i also feel like he’d think a girl who values her independence is super hot. (spoiler alert: it’s not always plain sailing though)

~3000 words

warnings: angry grayson likes bad language and i apparently like a lot of dialogue

“hey! hey, y/n! are you awake?” he whispers, not quite as quietly as he’s trying for. following a little nudge to your side from where you’re laying next to him, your eyes flicker open and gradually meet his after you’ve tried to snuggle further into his side to avoid been woken up. “y/n? hey,” he repeats, nudging you lightly again. accepting you’re not getting any more sleep just now, you nod and grumble, “what’s up baby?” “oh, cool – you’re awake. do you wanna get breakfast together?” “what? now? gray, it’s –“ you hesitate to check his phone that you know is charging at the side of his bed. “it’s 2:17. is everything ok baby?” he snuggles down, tugging the sheets up to cover both of your shoulders and he rests his head right next to yours. “yeah, just couldn’t sleep. was thinkin’ about plans for tomorrow is all,” he answers, eyes tracking over your face adoringly. a contented smile grows on your face and you bring up your hand to peek out of the covers to rub at his cheek. he closes his eyes with a smile. “can’t tomorrow, bub. i’ve got a meeting first thing, then lunch and time with the girls. how about dinner at my place?” “my popular business queen. killin’ it!” he sleepily giggles, soothed by your hand still stroking at this cheek. “tha’s me,” you smile in reply. “i’ll text you when i leave the girls and you can come over. pasta sound good?” “with you? the best,” he slurs, almost sound asleep now. “pasta it is then, now get some rest,” you instruct, smoothing your hand over his hair and then down under the covers again. “hey, y’n?” he murmurs just as you’re about to slip back to sleep. “yeah?” “there’s that cereal in the pantry that you like – make sure you eat before you go. can’t be a business queen on an empty stomach,” he whispers, then immediately falls to sleep.

“can you see me now?” a black screen asks you for the fifth time in the same minute. “it’s the signal baby, let me just move over by the window. how about now?” you ask. grayson’s grinning face finally appears on the facetime screen as you tilt your phone just so. “heyyy! there’s my baby!” you grin upon seeing his face. “there she is,” he replies, his smile growing wider at hearing your joy to see him. “how are you?” he asks. “good, gray! the weather is freakin’ awesome here! how’re you?” “doin’ good, baby. even better now! question – why does it feel like you’ve been on your business trip for seven years now?” he asks, dramatically throwing his arm over his eyes as you loudly laugh. “oh yeah, three days; seven years. pretty similar! I’ll be back before you know it, baby – only another two days before we can hibernate in my room,” you smile. “ugh, that sounds like paradise right now! everything’s so boring without you here atht he minute. E won’t get off this new game he’s just got and i need company!” he whines. “aw poor baby! go out and have fun yourself! there’s so much to do in LA,” you remind him. “i know, i know! i’m fun and smart and i enjoy my own company,” he mocks you. “hey! don’t be mean – it’s true! you’re literally the least boring person, don’t hold yourself back. could you go skating or for a run on the beach? hell, go spray paint some public property! but do it by yourself and freaking have fun!” you say. he laughs deeply with a fond look in his eyes, nodding as he says, “ok my little cheerleader; we’re not all as comfortable with our own company as you are,” he reminds you. it’s your turn to laugh now. “is it really that weird i like being alone? i mean obviously i love spending time with you but damn, sometimes i just need my own space, y’know?” “nah, it’s not weird – it’s admirable! i blame ethan being stuck to my side all the freakin’ time for me not knowing how to function alone,” he jokes. “definitely his fault,” you jokingly agree. “how dare he be your identical twin?!” “right?! anyway baby, tell me about your trip and how you absolutely don’t miss me at all,” he grins.

you’re hanging out at the boys’ house for the afternoon sharing the couch with grayson; he’s at one end reading a book and you’re at the other scrolling through your phone. your legs are intertwined at the centre and you’re tickling his leg that’s closest to you with your nails, just to be touching him.

ethan bursts through the kitchen into the living room and announces, “one of the guys we go to the skate park with’s throwing a party tonight at the beach – are you guys down?” “yeah, dude – i’m down!” gray replies as ethan fist bumps him. two pairs of identical eyes turn to look at you and ethan asks, “y/n? are you down?” raising his eyebrows to match his question. “uhhh, no – sorry,” you reply, tilting your mouth up to the side in silent apology. “oh, ok. no worries! have you got other plans?” ethan asks genuinely, taking a seat on a chair at the side. “um, no, not really,” you state honestly, tucking your legs in as gray starts to shuffle up from his laying down position. “if you’ve got no plans you should come, y/n! it’s only J from the skate park and he’s super chill. it’d be fun and you’d be totally welcome,” ethan encourages. “nah, it’s ok, really. thanks for the invite though, E,” you smile, which he returns quickly. you’ve just gone back to scrolling through your phone when you hear gray clear his throat. you look up and he’s looking at you intently, book long forgotten shoved on the couch next to him. “why don’t you wanna come, y/n? is everything ok?” he asks as ethan looks between the two of you. “i- well- i just don’t want to, really. just want a quiet night, y’know?” you explain, shrugging your shoulders to show this really isn’t as big of a deal as gray’s trying to make it. “ok, well i’ll stay here too and we can do something together,” he offers, his intense stare not faltering. he’s challenging you. “gray, honestly – go to the party and have fun. i’ll stay at my house and have just as much fun, then when we get dinner tomorrow you can tell me all about it. chill out about it,” you say as his gaze becomes heated. “are you serious right now?” he asks, voice louder than it should be with so little distance between you. you lock your phone and sit up to meet his gaze. if he’s trying to cause an argument then you’re not going to back down. you raise your eyebrow and without blinking, you retort, “are you?” with a short, insincere laugh. “no – really. you’re choosing to go home and spend time on your own doing whatever it is that you find so much fun rather than go out with your boyfriend? you’re honestly telling me that you don’t see why that pisses me off?” he asks, voice growing louder and more disbelieving. never one to back down, you swing your legs down onto the floor and reply, “i’m honestly telling you that it pisses me off that you think i have to be with you every second of the day to be a good girlfriend. is that what you want to hear?” you see ethan silently stand up, slowly and awkwardly backing out of the room as he senses this conversation is quickly turning into a fight. “why is it so weird that i want to spend time with you?” he asks, stood up now with his hands messing up his hair. you know this is a sore spot for him; your rare fights are always over this very topic. “why is it so weird that i like my personal space? i’m not like you! i haven’t spent every waking moment attached to someone and it makes me feel like i’m suffocating if i don’t get that time every now and then. you know this, grayson!” you stand up – always ready to match him. “oh? oh? so i suffocate you. fuckin’ awesome, y/n. just what i wanted to hear, for fucks sake,” he mutters that last part almost inaudibly. he’s really pissed now and you can see it in the way his chest heaves and his jaw moves. that fact he’s getting so worked up over this issue again pisses you off even more. “don’t start with this, gray – we literally have this same fight every couple of months. you signed up to this! it’s not something you can change about me, why is that so hard for you to understand?” “we have the same fight because it’s still just as fucking infuriating, y/n!” he yells, gesticulating his hands in front of him. “no man wants to hear that his girlfriend would rather spend time at home doing fucking laundry rather than spending time with him! it makes me feel like i’ve got nothing left to give you!” you stand stock still. “what do you mean?” you ask, taken aback by how he’s phrased the last part of that sentence. “i mean you’re you – you know what you like and what you don’t, you know who you are and you don’t change that for anyone. sometimes i feel like i add nothing to your life. sometimes i feel like i hold you back when i just wanna cuddle with you or spend time with you around here or at yours. i feel guilty that maybe you’d rather be spending time on your own doing whatever it is that yo do but i’m keeping you here with me. it fucking sucks.” “you honestly think that?” you ask, emotion welling up in your chest and showing slightly in your quiet voice and the way your forehead is pinched. “you went on a business trip for five fucking days and literally told me over the phone about how great of a time you were having and how much you didn’t miss me!” he laughs with no humour. his arms are raised back in the air and his hair is beyond messed up now. “grayson, how can i miss you when we’re never fucking apart?” he hates – no, he despises your response. he lets out that loud laugh that you hate because it means he’s about to walk away from you. “ok, cool. well have your fucking space now then, yeah?” he spits as he turns and walks out, grabbing his car keys and slamming the front door as he goes. you take in a few deep breaths, trying your best not to lose it in the middle of the twins’ living room and you take a seat on the couch again, placing your head in your hands and leaning your elbows on your knees. “wow, that didn’t sound good…” you hear coming from the kitchen. ethan takes one look at your face as you look up at him and winces at how unhelpful what he’s just said was. he trudges over to sit beside you on the couch and asks, “wanna talk about it?” “not really,” you respond. “c’mon. tell uncle ethan all about that nasty fight,” he jokes, trying to make you smile. sarcastically and in your peppiest voice you say, “well uncle E, i’m so glad you asked! your dick of a brother is pissed at me because i don’t want to spend my every waking moment with him for the rest of eternity! he hates the fact i know my own mind and he wishes i was totally different and didn’t have my own personality at all! if only i was an eighteenth century character from a romantic novel who’s only goal in life was to please their love!” you hiss, shoving your head back into your hands. ethan winces again, then replies. “ok, so you said a couple of interesting things there. i’m just gonna gloss over the bitchy tone and the bit about the book that i didn’t quite the reference of and i’m just gonna focus on this bit – you think gray hates that you’re strong minded?” “obviously so,” you mumble. “oh, y/n. you couldn’t be more wrong,” he laughs to himself. you raise your eyes that were trained to the floor up to meet ethan’s face and wait for him to continue. “in the long, long list of things that i have to hear grayson talk about how much he loves about you - and believe me, it’s freaking long - you being your own person? that’s pretty much at the top.” you raise your eyebrows in question, showing that you’re very much listening and ethan needs to keep on talking. “seriously – ‘god, E, she’s so independent. she knows exactly what she wants and she doesn’t need anyone to help her get it – it’s so freakin’ hot... she couldn’t make plans with me because she’s already made plans with her friends – why does that make me want her even more?’ oh yeah - the amount of times i’ve heard about it, i can honestly tell you, he doesn’t hate it. stop telling yourself he does. he does, however, love you a lot and sometimes, he doesn’t want to feel like he’s competing someone else for your love.” you can feel him thinking at the side of you before he quickly adds, “that other person is you, by the way. just in case you didn’t get that.” in dramatic ethan style, he stands up without warning and leaves you to contemplate exactly what he’s said. you sit there for the next forty five minutes, mulling over ethan’s wise words as the front door opens and then closes in a much calmer way than you last heard it. his keys are tossed into the bowl by the door and a couple of footsteps later, grayson appears in the entryway. he looks surprised to see you, his mouth dropping open into a small ‘o’ shape. you smile sadly at him, full of emotion that the last hour or so has caused you. “you’re still here?” he questions. “yeah. sorry if you wanted me to go,” you reply, suddenly unsure if you should be there at all. should you have left? after all, this is what your argument was about to start with. quickly, he shakes his head, upset that you would even think he didn’t want you there. “no, no. i’m glad you stayed,” he says quietly, followed by an unsure, “why did you stay?” you smile at his surprise, then reply a simple, “had a little chat with E. he’s very wise, y’know.” a gentle laugh and a whispered, “oh god,” escapes grayson’s mouth and, with his nervous hands still in his pockets, he makes his way over to you. you’re more hurt than you thought you would be when he sits in the chair rather than next to you on the couch. he can tell, and he explains softly so as to not cause another fight, “don’t want to suffocate you.” he casts his eyes down sadly as tears flood your eyes. he hates seeing you upset but this has upset him too. you take a deep breath to try and steady your emotions but your voice still wobbles as you say, “gray. i’m sorry if i ever made you feel like you’re not my number one priority. i’m sorry if i made you feel second best or if i made you feel like i was happier when i was away from you. the truth is, you make me feel so safe and secure that i like that i can go and do my own thing and then come right back home to you. i’m so in love with you that when we’re apart, i think about how right it will feel when we come back together. i know it will be so fucking worth it that i enjoy the moment i’m living in right then. i’m sorry that you think i don’t miss you but i simply don’t let myself think about it. instead, i look forward to kissing you again when we’re reunited and the butterflies i feel when i know its only a couple of hours til i see you again. i know you think it’s fucking weird that i like my space, but that’s me. i wish i could change that for you but i can’t and i hope that that’s something you can accept about me,” you state honestly. gray’s looking directly at you now, face mirroring yours; full of emotion. he’s nodding slowly, like it’s suddenly making a bit more sense to him. “i can’t say i’ll ever understand it, y/n, but that’s part of what makes me love you just that little extra. it drives me fucking insane that you’d rather spend time without me sometimes but i can’t say that i hate it. the thought that my girl is so self confident that she doesn’t need me? fuck, that’s as hot as it is infuriating.” he smiles. “i’d never thought about it like that before, though - what you just said. never though about how great it is when we reunite,” he mumbles, then slowly moves closer to you by sitting on the couch. he slides over until his knee is touching yours. you’re both feeling a little too vulnerable to really look at each other in your eyes at first but when he taps your knee with his index finger twice, you sniff and look up. “i’m sorry i keep getting angry about the same thing. i just get a little insecure at times. i love you and i’m sorry for making you sad and for making you feel like you wish you could change. please forgive me,” he whispers. you lean in and rest your forehead against his gently. his eyes close and he lets out a breath he’s been holding, tension releasing from his shoulders. he leans in slowly, and presses a tender kiss to your lips. you lift your hand to his jaw and keep him there, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips and not wanting to let him go. the kisses get deeper and more desperate as you both let out the emotion that you’d been holding in. a voice from the hallway makes you both jump and pulls you away from your private little world with giggles coming from swollen lips and relief pulsing through your bodies that you’d manage to solve your argument. “cool! you’ve made up. so, are we on for the beach or no?” ethan asks, leaping behind the wall next to him as gray picks up a cushion and violently throws it in his brother’s direction. the two of you spend the next couple of hours cuddled together in gray’s bed after making sure that you both knew just how forgiven the other person was. you’re just about to drop to sleep when gray’s hand brushes over your forehead gently and he whispers, “hey, y/n? it’s 11:30 - do you want me to take you home?” he presses a kiss into your hair as he waits for your response. he desperately tries to hide his elated grin as you shuffle sleepily closer to him, wrap your arms just that bit tighter around his waist and rest your head right in the crook of his neck. “wanna stay right here,” you whisper as you drift off to sleep.

inspired by NASA - queen ari you can say "i love you" through the phone tonight really don’t wanna be in your arms tonight i'm just sayin', baby i can’t really miss you if i’m with you

#dolan twins #dolan twins imagine #dolan twins fic #dolan twins blurb #ethan dolan #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan fic #grayson dolan blurb #imagine #Fic #blurb #gd fic #heywritersblock

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crockercxrp · 4 years

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it’s almost 1am, you know what that means! time to break down the lyrics to Evelyn Evelyn and talk abt how I connect them to the Crocker twins!

John: Why do we bother to stay? Jade: Why are you running away? John: Don't you feel like severing? Jade: Everything's just come together at last. John: It's broken, I don't want to play.

So what I’m taking from this is John wants to leave CrockerCorp because he’s just. so fucking unhappy. Jade on the other hand doesn’t really understand why he’d leave NOW, when she’s the one in control and he’s got the “coveted second-in-command position”.

Both: We grew up closer than most. Closer than anything, closer than anything. Shared our bed and wore the same clothes. Talked about everything, spoke about so many things.

I mean the takeaway here is pretty obvious.. they’re super close siblings. They were each others only friends, wore very similar clothing, were each others sole confidants... Yeah.

Both: What shall we wear tonight? What shall we eat today? Jade: Can we go ice skating? John: But we just did that yesterday. Both: Should we be firemen? Can we be astronauts?

All I have to say here is... spoiled rich kids, man. They’re fucking SPOILED.

Jade: What if they find us? John: They're not looking anyway.

This is just a tiny little thing BUT I like to connect this line to their earlier childhood, where they were more isolated from society and like... Nobody really knew them. The public eye wasn’t on them yet.

Both: Fill my glass, let's drink a toast. John: This is our birthday, Jade: So why are we weeping?

Haha enough childhood stuff, time for angst! John is far unhappier than Jade, so I imagine this as John being the one crying and Jade being confused about this, as it’s their birthday and a time for celebration. She doesn’t understand why he’s so unhappy at all. Also, I like to imagine that Jade is drinking as a celebration while John is just... trying to cope.

John: Do you think I should marry him? Jade: But we just met him yesterday.

VERY small thing but uhh John is lonely as fuck and wants some companionship despite not knowing how to even form a friendship, meanwhile Jade is too focused on business to worry about that and thinks John is being kind of ridiculous.

Both: Should we be movie stars? Will we be millionaires?

Don’t know what to say about this other than god. That fits the twins pretty damn well! They could be whatever they wanted! Big goals babey!

John: I want to be famous. Jade: They're watching us anyway.

John just wants to be recognized as his own person, as more than just his sisters sidekick, more than her lapdog, more than his last name. Meanwhile, Jade mentions being watched bc I imagine this as being in reference to her like... campaign and propaganda on Earth C, where the public eye is VERY MUCH on her. Her every move is being watched.

Both: We grew up so very close. John: A parasite needs a host.

God I love this little line because I just... The parasite is CrockerCorp/The Condescension, and Jade is the new “host” as head of the company. ‘nuff said. Also love John calling the company a parasite-

Jade: I'm only trying to do what is best for us. John: Well, I never asked for this, I never wanted this. All that I want is some time to myself.

Jade doesn’t understand why John’s being so adverse to CrockerCorp. and towards her, because he’s finally #snapt and she doesn’t get why, as he never seemed to have a problem with this in all like 23 years of their lives. Not to mention she definitely sees John as being weaker than her, so she thinks he can’t really make it on his own - she thinks this is what’s best for him, for both of them. Meanwhile, John is rejecting his role and going full Breath player on our asses, just wanting to disconnect from his sister and the company, which is saying a lot since that’s literally all he’s ever known.

Jade: Looking in your eyes, I'm coming home. John: Just get away from me, please just stop touching me. You're always trying to be somebody else.

Jade’s line here is kinda like... Her trying to be like hey, I’m still the same person I was back home. I’m still your sister. On the other hand John’s again rejecting her and saying she’s always trying to be somebody else- as in, she’s trying to be like The Condescension.

John: Well, you're only scared of me. Jade: But you never cared for me.

I think... what I’m gonna have John mean here is more that she’s scared for him? Because Jade sure as hell isn’t scared of John. That, or he’s accusing her of suppressing him and keeping him down because she’s scared that he’ll surpass her. Jade on the other hand is likely either guilt-tripping him or calling him out for being an asshole. Both? Probably both.

John: Why don't you let me free? Jade: 'Cause you'd never dare to be.

OH THIS LINE... John basically asking her why she won’t let him leave already, why he can’t just ditch CrockerCorp., and her retort, in my mind, is that he’d never dare to be anything without the company. He’s not daring enough to make something of himself without herself and CrockerCorp. If he left, he’s have nothing. He simply wouldn’t dare to BE. To exist like that.

Both: Cause you never listen, you're always insisting. John: I’m just reminiscing Jade: Just stop reminiscing

Oh boy we’re getting to the peak of their fight! John is reminiscing about how they used to be, their childhood, you know... Times when he was actually happy. Meanwhile Jade’s telling him to stop living in the past basically.

Both: I feel something missing.

Neither of them are really complete without the other and that’s really all I have to say on this line!

Jade: I just want you here with me John: I just want my privacy Jade: God, can’t we just get along? John: God, can’t you just leave me alone?

Jade, as terrifying and pretty evil as she is, is still human. She loves her brother and she doesn’t want him to leave. John on the other hand is over here with some more Breath player shit, still wanting to disconnect from her.

The rest of the song is just them repeating their names together, so... I’m gonna say that even with this fight, they still haven’t separated. At the end of the day, they’re still twin siblings, and they’re still each others closest if not only friends. They can’t leave each other.

#THIS ENDED UP BEING /STUPIDLY/ LONG #anways here's my hot take #[ mun speaks! ]#[ jade ] playlist #[ john ] playlist

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gore-hovnd · 5 years

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Not my idea, but I read it somewhere and I can't get it off my mind. Jack and Brock as friends since teenage years, Jack used to be as cocky as Brock, but then something happens (non-con/abusive parents) and Jack stoped talking everyone, anyways Brock stuck around and and kept hunging out with him. Years later they join Hydra, Jack's better and become the tough guy we all know, but the trauma is still there and Brock is always keeping an eye on him.

It Never Had To Be Unrequited

Warning: Mentions/Hints at abuse, Homophobic slurs

Cartilage snapped in a sickening crunch as blood poured from his newly broken nose like an erupting geyser. Spitting it out onto the ground as it pooled against his lip, Brock glared daggers at his opponent. Some new kid with a quick tongue like Brock’s who was every bit as mean. He was taller, more gangly, but he was strong as an ox and stubborn as a mule. And his name was Jack Rollins.

Most had thought that the two of them would be two peas in a pod with how similar they were, devious little smart asses that never knew how to quit while they were ahead. But Jack was patient, he was smart, he was everything Brock was and more. And Brock resented him for it.

The two of them didn’t interact much before that day, in fact he was pretty sure they hadn’t spoken a word to each other. But something in Brock just snapped when he’d seen Jack encroaching on his friend group. He didn’t want Jack anywhere near them, anywhere near him. So he smarted off, maybe insulted him a little bit, maybe punched him a few times to get him riled up.

And that was how he’d ended up on the ground with Jack pinning him there, in the gravel of the bus lot, bombarding him with hit after well placed hit. Finally, Brock was able to free one of his arms and nail Jack in the ribs, effectively knocking the air out of him just long enough to shove him off. Just as the two of them were well on their way to jumping back on each other, the gym teacher and the football coach had them wrapped up. Jack had a bloodied lip to match Brock’s busted nose, both of them sporting black eyes as they sat next to each other in the principal’s office.

Anger quelled in Brock’s gut. He was mad at the world, at their teachers, at Jack. All of this was his fault, after all. And Brock was almost ready to pounce on him again when he stopped, hearing Jack speak to him for the very first time.

“You gotta killer right hook.” His words were quiet, almost as if he was almost hoping Brock wouldn’t hear them. But he did, and he smiled, his teeth pink with blood tinged spit.

“Yer not bad yerself.” Brock admitted, earning a cheshire grin from Jack.

And that was how they became best friends.

After that, the two of them were almost inseparable. Brock learned that Jack used to live outside of Telluride, Colorado, in the mountains with his dad. They moved to New York because of his stepmom, who had been a tourist there at one point but almost didn’t want to leave because of Jack’s father. So they moved with her because of her job. Jack said he didn’t really like the city, that there were too many people stacked on top of each other. That he missed the fifteen acres of land they used to live on and his dog, Noble, that they had to rehome when they moved to the city.

In turn, Brock told Jack about how his nonna had moved to New York City from Procida. That his family went to Italy every year with her to visit other relatives and that he’d never been to the mountains before. Jack promised to take him there one day and Brock promised he’d take Jack to Procida.

Sophomore year went by like a breeze after that. As juniors, the two of them wreaked havoc and got kicked off of the baseball team when they dared each other to join just to piss off their coach with their constant goofing off. They got suspended for releasing pigeons into the teachers lounge and they dressed as cheerleaders for the homecoming football game to embarrass Brock’s sister. They spent nights on the roof of Jack’s apartment building, staring out at the city lights as Jack reminisced about the times he could look up at the stars and they fell asleep up there with nothing but their own bodies keeping them warm. And on weekends they would spend their time reigning chaos on the city in the form of being public nuisances. They would ride their skateboards on the sidewalks and pull pranks on tourists. And when they finally did settle down at home, Jack would lean on him and they’d watch movies while Brock ran his fingers through Jack’s hair.

When Brock got back from that annual trip to Italy, Jack was different. Suddenly he wasn’t as sharp tongued, he wasn’t as open to get up to their old antics, and worst of all, he started pushing Brock away. There were no more pranks, no more nightly trips to the roof of Jack’s building. They didn’t skate around the city anymore and Jack didn’t like it when Brock got too close. He tried to ask what was wrong but every time he did, Jack just said that he was growing up. That they were seniors and that they needed to start acting like it.

So, they did. And when Jack told him that he was joining the Marines, Brock decided he would too. Because being in the military with Jack was better than being without him.

They went through basic together, got deployed, ended up in the same barracks. Years past and they somehow managed to stick together. Every once in a while, Brock would try to ask Jack what had made him suddenly decide to go into the Marines and Jack would just shrug him off, telling him that it didn’t matter, and Brock always accepted this answer.

It took an unfortunate run in with friendly fire and an extended hospital stay for Jack to finally admit what was wrong.

“When you went away that summer, my old man found out I was a fuckn’ queer.” Jack sighed, shifting beneath the uncomfortable sheets of the Norwegian hospital. “And he beat the shit outta me for it. Every day. And you were gone so I didn’t have anywhere to go. And it was just three months of hell that I couldn’t escape from.”

A bitter silence hung between them for a long moment before Brock was finally able to look at Jack after hearing a quivering breath. Jack huffed a laugh out, trying desperately to reel in the emotions that he’d been bottling up for so many years.

“And I wanted to hate you for it for so long, I tried to.” Jack shook his head, swiping a hand over his right eye. “But I couldn’t. ‘Cause somehow, after all these years and all this shit, I still love your dumb ass.”

And that was their turning point. Slowly, Brock was able to pull Jack out of his shell again. It was hard to find all of the pieces, but when he did, he'd pick them up and put them back together. He did his damndest to make Jack whole. After Jack’s confession, the two of them got closer. Closer than they ever were in high school. Brock got protective, hovered over Jack like a worried mother hen, and over the years, Jack slowly became that person he remembered.

That kid with piercing green eyes and a shit eating grin that begged to be challenged.

They were an unstoppable force; Jack’s calm was the eye of Brock’s storm. They were the perfect balance of persistence and patience that put fear into the hearts of those who dared to cross them. They were deployed together, they rose through the ranks with each other. And eventually, Brock said Hail Hydra with Jack by his side.

It was natural for them to stay together within the ranks of Hydra as well, Jack being Brock’s second in command on the STRIKE team just like he was everywhere else. Despite Brock being the commander, nothing happened without Jack’s say so. They worked together through thick and thin, two peas in a pod just everyone knew they would be.

But time after time, Brock found himself eyeing Jack for any of those telltale signs that he was relapsing back into that insecure, self destructive state of mind that had plagued the both of them for so many years. There were times where it happened, where Jack closed up and wouldn’t speak to him. And on the cold nights when that happened, he took Jack out on a drive to the middle of nowhere. Where they’d lay in the bed of his truck and stare up at the stars that Jack had missed so much. And Brock would card his fingers through Jack’s hair just like he’d done when they were kids.

#Request #requests open #Ask Prompt #fic request #fanfic #ficlette #Hydra Husbands #rumrollins #Jack Rollins #Brock Rumlow #Crossbones #beaufic

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carryonsimoncarryonbaz · 5 years

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Birthday gift fic for @penpanoply! Hoping you have a lovely day tomorrow! It’s a giggling while kissing fic but more the nervous laughter kind! Read on Ao3. Just Another Kiss Simon I’m glad Baz insisted we visit Penny over the holiday break. I’d been missing her this term but I didn’t want to suggest making the trip. I know Baz treasures time with his family, especially with the little ‘uns. He’ll never admit it, of course, but I’ve seen how he is with them and how they adore him. And I’d wanted him to have a chance to get some rest over the holiday. He’s been stressed about uni. I don’t know why he’s so bloody driven to finish early. I do know why. He’s Baz Pitch and he likes doing those sorts of impossibly challenging things. So, it came as a complete surprise on Boxing Day, when Baz took me for a drive, that we ended up at the airport. He’d packed my bags in secret, the wanker. Worked it all out with Penny, he had. We’ve been in Chicago for a week now. It’s fucking cold. I don’t think Baz thought that part through very well. The timing of this visit. The snow is pretty and the frozen lake is impressive but the wind is a fucking nightmare. Even I’m cold. I don’t know how Baz is managing. Well, he turns the heat all the way up in our hotel room, piles on enough extra blankets that we practically can’t turn over in the bed, and plasters himself to me every night. It would be almost comical if it weren’t so bloody arctic here. Baz actually broke down after the first day and bought a real winter coat at one of those outdoorsy type stores. I’ve been trying to get him to buy one forever but he’s always just sneered and growled that he wouldn’t ever wear a puffy coat. He’s wearing a puffy coat now. It’s black, of course, and expensive and posh and all that rot. He looks just as good in it as he does in his leather jacket, which is downright infuriating, if you ask me. Not that anyone is asking me. He looks so damn enticing in it, with his stylish black beanie. Baz was the only one of us who ever looked good in the bloody boater hats we had to wear at Watford, so the sight of him in a beanie as almost more than I can tolerate. I want to snog him senseless. Which I can’t quite do in below zero weather on a random street in Chicago, now can I? I mean, I suppose I could, but Baz and I don’t really do public displays of affection. Not that we’re not affectionate. I’ve discovered Baz is a keen cuddler and has no reservations about being the small spoon when we snuggle in bed (the wings make me the default big spoon) (I don’t care) (I like the sensation of having him in my arms). Penny would disagree, I’m certain. She says we’re far too affectionate in the public spaces of our flat but I don’t consider the flat public. It’s home. But we don’t do much more than hold hands in public or a quick peck on the cheek when I walk him to class or he meets me for lunch. It’s probably a good thing. It’s hard to stop snogging Baz once I’ve started. He’s got a similar problem. He starts kissing my moles and there’s no end to it. I like that. We’ve got two more days before we go home. We’ve been to every museum, I think. Baz is daft for museums. I think he would have found more to visit, if we’d had the time. He’s just like Penny. Micah and I finally gave up and found an unoccupied bench at every place we went and let the two of them wander. And bicker. We’ve had Chicago pizza and ribs. We’ve gone to the top of that bloody tower with the glassed-in ledge. Made me queasy it did and I’m the one with the bloody wings. We’re at an ice hockey game tonight. Micah’s idea. I know there are a few teams back home but I’ve never seen a match. Or a game. Or whatever they call it. I’m in awe of these players. I’m shit at skating. Baz took me once before Christmas. To the Tower of London ice rink, because he’s such a melodramatic git. I loved it. Even though I kept falling down. It was stunning with the Tower as a backdrop. And Baz’s hands on my hips to keep me steady. I’m not sure if I kept losing my balance because I’m shit on skates or because I kept getting distracted by Baz’s proximity. Probably both. Baz was quite keen to come to this game tonight. He’d probably be good at this too, the tosser. I don’t think there’s anything he’s not good at. I don’t know how they do it. Move so fast, stay so balanced and chase that tiny puck around the rink. It’s graceful and ruthless and fast … Fuck, Baz would be bloody well-suited for it. Except he’d object to the helmets mucking up his posh hair. I notice the cameras during the first period break. There are event staff with bloody huge cameras wandering through the stands. They stop every so often and train the lens on the crowd. “What’s up with the cameras, Micah?” He turns to look in the direction I’m pointing. “Oh, you know. Shooting live footage of fans during the commercial breaks and between periods. We might see ourselves on the jumbotron tonight.” I’ve never actually been to a live professional sporting event before. Not much of a chance when I was in the homes. The cameras seem to focus mainly on attractive girls drinking beer, cute little kids, or older couples who are oblivious to the fact they are being filmed and projected onto the big screen. It isn’t until the second period that the kiss-cam makes an appearance. “Alright, Pen, maybe this’ll be our chance to do a movie make-out scene on that big screen.” Micah laughs as he points at the huge video feed above us. It’s an older couple, laughing and exchanging a kiss. I feel a rush of apprehension tingle through my skin. There’s no chance they’d aim the camera at us, is there? Not two blokes. But what if they do? I can’t imagine Baz would be fine with it. He’s so prickly about his privacy. Would I have to kiss him on camera? Would he kiss me? Would it be better to laugh it off? I’m making myself anxious just thinking about it. My heart’s beating faster. I don’t like attention on me like that. Never have. Hated it at Watford.  This would be worse. The camera picks out a young couple. They laugh too and enthusiastically kiss each other. I swear I see the bloke’s tongue. I rub my hands on my jeans. My palms are sweating. Baz gives me a look, eyebrow up. “You alright, Simon?” I’m not going to talk about this with Baz. It’s stupid. There’s no chance of it happening and I’m getting myself all worked up for nothing. He takes my hand. His touch calms me a bit and I lean into him. And that’s when it happens. “Simon!” Penny’s high-pitched yelp from Micah’s side jolts me. She points to the screen. “Look!” Fuck. The camera is centered on me and Baz. Fuck. I can literally see myself blush on the giant screen. My moles are the size of dinner plates. I look like a complete nightmare. Baz, as usual, looks fucking perfect. Not a hair out of place. One eyebrow up and a hint of a smirk on his face. The crowd’s cheering. I’m the worst under pressure like this. I can’t help it. I can feel the nervous laughter bubbling up and then I’m giggling uncontrollably. I can’t keep a straight face and I know I’m squeezing Baz’s hand far too hard. “Simon.” Baz’s voice seems to be coming from a distance, even though he’s right next to me.  I turn to look at him and find the calm in his deep grey eyes. “We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.” I gape at him. “You … you’d do it?” His eyebrow arches higher. “Snog my delectable boyfriend in front of a few thousand people? Why the hell not?” And then he’s doing it. He’s snogging me senseless and it’s all up on a big screen for the world to see. I hear a roaring in my ears and I’m not sure if it’s the blood rushing to my face or the crowd around us. Baz pulls back, smiling. He’s a bit flushed and I’m completely gobsmacked. I don’t dare look up at the screen. I struggle to find my words again. “I thought… I thought …” “Thought what?” “Thought you didn’t like public displays of affection?” Baz pulls on my hand to tug me closer to him. “I’m not a fan of them under usual circumstances. But I’m also disinclined to turn down an invitation to snog you, even if it’s in front of a thousand people.” He leans closer, his breath tickling my ear. “I’ve no objection to the world knowing you’re mine, Simon, and that I’m yours.” He leans back with an utterly self-satisfied expression but he’s still blushing. Baz I could tell Simon was getting agitated about something. When the kiss-cam lit on us I could see him start to panic. I know what he does when I get that way. It’s always been damn effective. I’m going to frame that photo Bunce took of us kissing on the big screen.

#carry on #simon snow #baz pitch #kissing fic #birthday gift fic #one shot #my writing #my fic

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secretgamergirl · 6 years

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Let’s talk about how Ranma is trans, and not as a metaphor.

Yesterday, I had a quick, joking exchange with a friend, riffing off the general premise that the protagonist of the classic manga series Ranma 1/2 is a trans girl.Today I woke up to a slew of hateful, low-effort comments (the C-word is always a weird one to throw at a trans woman), largely objecting to this premise, so, I’m going to sit down now and show my work.

I was actually going to do this either way, honestly. Reading Ranma 1/2 and indignantly shouting “in what sense is this a ‘curse!?’“ is a pretty significant touchstone for damn near every trans girl born after 1970 or so.

For those who haven’t read it, Ranma 1/2 is a manga series by Rumiko Takahashi, which ran from 1987-1996, which also spawned a hit anime series, which itself had a lot of spinoffs, a dozen or so videogames, and a recent live-action special. The original manga itself was one of the first to ever be published in the U.S., and has also seen a recent reprinting (with an effort at colorization which I can’t say looked great). The basic premise is that it’s a long-form comedy series whose title character is A- a super talented martial artist, B- dealing with the fallout of a decade and a half of Ranma’s father making promises on Ranma’s behalf (including multiple arranged marriages), and C- being one of half a dozen or so characters over the course of the series to have fallen into one of hundreds of adjacent springs which each curse whoever falls in to change back and forth between whatever drowned in them and their original form based on exposure to cold and hot water respectively (Ranma gets Hot Girl, everyone else gets some wacky animal, basically).

It’s great. You should read it. Maybe watch the anime too. Also I’m going to spoil the ever loving hell out of a point or two in writing this, but I’m mostly going to do it sequentially, and it’s not really a series about major plot twists and reveals. Except maybe the bit I’m sticking between breaks here:

Spoiler country: I’m literally planning to sit down with the whole series and go through volume by volume here, but the series very much starts in media res, and it’s important to the purpose of my thesis here to look at everything with some backstory context that doesn’t really come out until like volume 30-something.

Specifically, Ranma’s parents are horribly abusive scumbags. Both of them. You don’t have to get terribly far in for the running gag about Ranma’s father Genma being a terrible person, prone to physical abuse, subjecting his own child to intentionally traumatizing experiences, forgoing any sort of normal childhood for her (going with feminine pronouns here, try to keep up) in favor of a world-traveling regimen of martial arts training, and of course, pimping her out with arranged marriage promises to whoever he owes money or favors to.

What comes out later though is that a big motivating factor for Genma’s abusive parenting is that Ranma’s mother, Nodoka, made Genma agree to raise Ranma to be a “man among men,” to be enforced by penalty of both Genma and Ranma committing ritual suicide should he fail.

That is, unfortunately, a very relatable experience for a hell of a lot of trans girls. Personally speaking, my father adopted the philosophy very early on in my life that he would rather have a dead “son” than a living daughter, and starting when he first picked up on my obvious girliness, he also decided on pursuing a sink-or-swim course of turning me into a “manly man” by forcing me into a series of life-threatening situations to “toughen me up” and pushed me to start dating when I was something like 10 years old. My mother was a lot more low-key about it, at least I formally came out to her, but, yeah, I relate. It’s not hard to imagine very-young-Ranma doing something obviously girly to give her parents similar concerns, and her resulting preoccupation with being tough and nominally rejecting femininity as a means of playing along with her parents’ pressuring her isn’t me doing a trans reading, THAT much is directly in the text.

The rest of the backstory mostly comes out in the first few volumes. In order to man Ranma up, Genma takes her on this international training mission, engages her to both a friend, and a food vendor he can’t afford to pay. Eventually this trip takes them to the cursed springs (so they can do the whole spar while balancing on bamboo stalks thing), splash splash, he’s a panda, she’s an ideal-feminine version of herself, basically. And Ranma picks up another couple of rivals/maybe-love-interests on the way home, because Genma picks a weird time to head back to Japan and force Ranma to live with his friend and his 3 daughters and enforce an arranged marriage to one of them.

Now leaving spoiler country.

So, jumping right in from the beginning with all this in mind...

Volume 1, Chapter 1- Ranma and Genma show up at the Tendo’s with Ranma in girl mode. Not really a conscious choice here, since it’s raining that day, and Genma’s not in the mood to wait. What’s notable though is that (aside from obvious annoyance at all the the shocked poking and prodding) Ranma seems to be totally cool meeting these people in girl mode. She’s really relaxed, happy, makes quick friends with Akane, totally comfortable:

Honestly I could probably prove my whole point here just by running through the series and tallying up Ranma’s expressions, this is a pretty consistent thing.You would expect, if Ranma were actually a boy, that the idea of meeting new people while in girl mode like this would be awkward and humiliating, and feature facial expressions and body language more like the ones we see when Ranma has to explain the situation after a hot bath (during which she flat out has the thought “might as well go out like this, they’re going to find out eventually):

V1C2- One quick flashback/exposition later, Soun (Genma’s friend with the daughters), expresses his shock about the true horror. Ranma, irritated- “Whadya mean ‘true horror?’“ ... and then proceeds to actively dodge some hot water, staying in girl mode after both get splashed to demonstrate things live, and there’s a bit here where, Akane having walked in on her in the bathroom while in boy mode and both were naked (comedy manga and all), Ranma notes that it’s “no big deal for her to see a girl naked,” because she’s seen herself plenty of times, and has a quick prideful comment about her appearance in girl mode.

The rest of volume 1 is spent introducing the first of many rival/love interest characters. Nothing that really supports or hurts a trans reading unless you want to focus in on Ranma being a girl in this dream she has after getting groped by a creep, or already having spent enough off camera casual time in girl mode for Nabiki (Akane’s sister whose whole character is basically trying to turn a profit off how sexy Ranma is) to have a bunch of cute candid pictures to sell.

Most of volume 2 is spent introducing Ryoga, another rival/love interest (mainly just the former at first, but relationship webs for this series get weird quick), and a couple of other characters who feel really important but get dropped in a hurry (remember Dr. Tofu? The guy Akane starts the series off with a huge crush on? Because Takahashi forgot all about him after this). V2C9 however starts off with this:

Again, Ranma never looks this happy in boy-mode. This early on, we already see her just, voluntarily going girl mode to hang out all day, because she enjoys herself like this.

V3C10- After a volume spent on the other half of the brother-sister pair of rivals/love interests volume 1 devoted a lot of pages to (the Kunos, ultimately not real prominent characters), wherein Ranma will wear a girly leotard and compete in rhythmic-gymnastics-based combat, just won’t get caught doing so when in boy mode, Akane decides to teach her how to skate, which she insists on being in girl mode for because:

Yeah... there’s a definite pattern here. Stuff she’s too self-conscious about doing in boy mode, she’s comfortable trying when presenting as a girl, and it’s never about embarrassment, really, but not wanting to be seen as some sort of girly boy (for fear of violence). Appearing to be a girly girl is of course just fine, but only if she’s definitely going to pass. Again, very relatable. Later in the series, she doesn’t even bother trying to rationalize it like this, and pretty much just spends almost all her free time in girl mode, and gets a decidedly more feminine wardrobe. Oh and then they have a pairs-figure-skating duel with these two one-off characters, because the guy randomly gives Ranma her first kiss without her consent.

That rolls into the start of volume 4, which throws way more fuel out there for any Ranma/Ryoga shippers than I remembered, and then we get a big stretch of introducing new characters who stick around and are fairly major, including the remaining two characters of note with curses, without a lot of gender stuff coming up beyond Ranma switching modes to try and throw off rival/love interests in various ways. The next thing worth pointing out isn’t until the end of V5C8. Ranma ends up stuck in girl-mode because pressure point manipulation makes her a wimp about hot water. Having a fight scheduled as a guy though, she shows up with a bunch of cheesy magician’s tricks, before throwing off a big bulky robe and:

So... OK we dropped the premise of not wanting her manly image tainted by wearing a girly costume pretty quick. This is her own plan, this is in public, she chose this outfit herself. Again, super self-conscious any time she’s in public in boy mode, but when she’s undeniably a girl, she’s super comfortable with basically anything. Heck, that costume gets shredded like 2 pages later, and the quick bit of public nudity doesn’t even phase her. Oh and the next story arc (V5C10) has her just getting a cute swimsuit and hitting the public pool to relax. Plus some new casual clothes:

And formal wear for V5C11...

Again, there’s no subterfuge or convoluted circumstances behind these. She just had an excuse this volume to present as a girl full-time and dove right the hell in. By V5C12 she’s at the maximum possible level of confidence, wearing a tight swim-suit to the beach that advertises her trans status. I don’t know if I’ll ever get there myself:

Not a double entendre there, for what it’s worth. It’s really about watermelons.

After that there is a long long stretch of development arcs for secondary characters, the introduction of a dirty old man, and a lot of variations of Ranma and Akane’s relationship being tested with jealousy-inducing misunderstandings with the spare dozen or so love interests lying around. There’s a hell of a lot I could analyze here if I wanted to make a point about Ranma’s sexuality, but, I’m only really concerned with her being trans for this, and contrary to popular belief, whether or not she’s into guys at all has no bearing on that whatsoever. For what it’s worth though she’s totally bi and so’s Akane and you have to bend over backwards to argue otherwise for either of them.

That being said, I’m close to a quarter of a way through here, so I might as well keep going through the end of volume 10. Don’t want to make this more than a 4 part series if I go the distance with it. The next noteworthy thing we have is the introduction of Ukyo, the focal point of the more grounded queer content in the series. Let me just say first off that taken out of context this page resembles every conversation I’ve ever seen between two trans girls:

There are a LOT of angles I could come at Ukyo from. First off, she’s got a ton of trans coding. Ranma thought she was a boy when they were friends as kids (while their fathers were trying to hook them up). Everyone else also thinks she is when she’s first introduced, because... she dresses like a guy at school and wears a chest binder. She gets really angry about being misgendered by Ranma while having a revenge-fight with him (she’s the other girl Genma arranged a marriage with, for the sake of free food, which he just kinda stole, you see), plus as seen above, she has major body image issues. So, again, whole lot of trans coding (and that’s before HER rival/love interest shows up).

Regardless of that though, hey, the only actual friend Ranma ever had as a child, and who remains the healthiest relationship in her life is a girl, so, that’s something to note.

Also Ukyo is kind of the only character in the cast who isn’t a huge jerk. She patches things up with Ranma more or less immediately, and proceeds to try and untangle the absurd relationship web that’s already getting pretty damn convoluted. And I mean, good on her for trying, but here’s how that goes:

Yeah, that’s Ranma in a floral sun dress crashing a date between Akane and Ryoga. I believe this is V9C6. She gets way too into character and they end up making out, by the way. I defy anyone to find a way to rationalize this plan if Ranma were a cis dude OR was strictly into girls.

Oh and getting into V10C10, there’s this goofy plot about Akane accidentally swallowing a magic pill that makes her fall in love with the first guy she sees, and uh...

It’s been a while since I’d read this. It gets pretty damn on the nose. Anyway, the last storyline I’m getting to tonight starts with V10C16, which introduces Ukyo’s rival/love interest, Tsubasa:

Tsubasa is unambiguously, exclusively, into girls. Also unambiguously AMAB:

I’m actually not really a fan of Tsubasa. Ranma’s a really relatable trans girl with a well developed backstory, with some serious gender-based hangups that, while totally not cool, are totally rationalized by her traumatic childhood. Ukyo is a very nice girl whose friends are all trans, and it’s less clearcut whether she’s cis or trans. The page after this one it comes out that she previously attended an all-boy’s school though, which supports a trans reading. It makes a hell of a lot of sense to read her as a trans girl with supportive parents who never misgendered her, but only recently started in on HRT after entering high school, so, hey that’d make sense.

Tsubasa though... being unambiguous with all of this, so after the reveal with get a clumsy 1980s Japanese explanation, responding first to Akane shouting “cross-dresser!?” with "I am not! I’m just an ordinary boy who likes to dress up!” Again, very 80s Japan. Also between the into-girls reveal and the AMAB reveal, Ranma’s personal hang-ups lead to a single chapter of her trying to “fix” Tsubasa, encouraging dating guys. So, yeah, kind of an awkward stretch. On the upside, Ukyo already knows Tsubasa’s whole backstory, doesn’t find any of it at all odd or notable, and figured everyone else was also just cool like that. Again, Ukyo is just great. You can do a whole lot worse than using her as a model for realistic queer characters in fiction.

Also to end on a lighter note, when Tsubasa first shows up, the immediate battle for Ukyo’s affections (and yes, this IS immediately after Ranma passed on just dating Ukyo, letting Ryoga and Akane be a couple, and having relatively no drama) which takes this form of a competition to see who can sell more of Ukyo’s okonomiyaki. And, of course, this is Ranma’s strategy:

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