#marcy woo x reader

[sleepingdeath-light]

watching their s/o get possessed hcs ; poly!sashannarcy

requested by ; anonymous (17/06/23)

fandom(s) ; amphibia

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; anne boonchuy, marcy wu, sasha

outline ; “HIHI I SAW THAT YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN

May I request an amphibia one shot/headcannons of Sashannarcy x fem! reader where reader gets possessed by the core instead of Marcy?

I’m not sure if this counts as UCS but I guess I can label it as such! <333

Anyways, don’t forget to eat and drink water! I hope people aren’t stressing you out with all the requests, have a lovely day/night! <333 :}”

warning(s) ; angst, mind control

this wasn’t meant to happen

this really wasn’t meant to happen

it shouldn’t be happening

but it was

if your death was the worst moment in their lives then what had followed was hell on earth — worse than, even

your mind erased and caught up in a hostile takeover, your body broken and soaked and commodified into a makeshift suit for an entity beyond human comprehension

a vessel

a toy

a shell

a suit

it was something out of a horror movie, but this time they couldn’t see a way out — couldn’t pause and walk away, couldn’t look up any conclusion, couldn’t pray for a sequel to give them closure

they were trapped, flies in a web watching this amalgamation of self importance and selfishness puppeteer your body without care or consideration

watching your limbs and joints contort further than is possible, watching your head loll lifelessly atop your neck, watch your abdomen fold in on itself

like you didn’t even have bones in the first place

unnatural

wrong

god they felt sick just looking at you — it… whatever you’ve been turned into

they blame themselves

marcy takes it the worst — she was the one who brought you all to amphibia, she was the one who trusted andrias and she was the one who was meant to be possessed

you were only like this — only being puppeted by an unseen ‘god’ — because you saved her life

sasha hates herself because your last interaction, last proper conversation before everything fell apart, was an argument — she’d told you that she hated you (she didn’t, couldn’t) and then you were gone and she fled like a coward

you were only in this position because she couldn’t put her ego aside and tell you what was actually happening

anne falls into a depressive spiral when she’s thrust back to earth — replaying the moment you were stabbed hundreds of times over, the image of your wide eyes and the blood dripping out of your chest and mouth printed onto the insides of her eyelids

you were only this way because she failed you

to anne; she wasn’t strong enough

to sasha; she wasn’t honest enough

to marcy; she wasn’t aware enough

they all failed you, they had just a much a role in this as andrias and his masters — at least in their minds

all were culpable

all of their hands stained with your blood, a red that will never wash out

but even now as they stare at you — it, them, whatever — after thinking, no knowing, that you were dead and gone, even now as your voice and body are used to goad and mock and attack and torment them they still can’t bring themselves to hurt you

can’t breathe

can’t dodge

can’t fight

they just stare and weep and sob and it’s ugly and messy and sad and desperate

but what else could they have done — except for everything they didn’t do

this was their penance, frozen in place as this spectre of their collective failure — this twisted amalgam of memory and mockery of their loved one — gives the order to have their friends killed and their home invaded

surrounded by gore that stains and drips and clings to their skin even through their armour and that they feel crawling beneath their skin — nagging, niggling guilt and fear

but they can’t hide forever, they know that well enough, and after taking their time well they start to fight again

tearing down machines and loyalists

ripping apart metal and smashing circuits to a fine powder

self pity and grief morphing into anger and vengeance as they launch at the cables linking you — whatever remains of you, at least — with your captor

a barrage of green, red and blue the last thing the not-you sees before everything goes black and the connection cuts out

[tea-plantz]

~Marcy Wu x fem!reader~

Just straight up fluff (and maybe a little bit of angst), in which Marcy moves after the whole Amphibia incident, and has trouble settling in at her new school… until she meets you that is.

!spoilers!

Marcy hated this.

She tried so hard to find a loophole, but even after going to another world it was still no use.

She was moving away, leaving everything she knew and loved behind.

The raven haired girl was currently standing outside of a huge schoolhouse with a lump in her throat, hands shaking and a nauseous feeling in her stomach.

Marcy had always been bad in social situations and on top of that she didn’t know ANYONE here at all, so this was literally hell for her.

With shaky steps, the nervous girl made her way to the principal’s office, which she had gotten some instructions on the day before as to where it was. She just hoped she didn’t accidentally take a wrong turn or something.

At last the ravenette finally stood in front of a big black door with the words “principal” printed on it.

She took one last shaky breath before knocking and entering the room…

“Aah, Miss Wu! Welcome”

Marcy just looked down and nodded.

“Please, take a seat” said the man behind the desk in a brownish suit.

She did as she was instructed and took a seat at the wooden chair in the middle of the room.

The principal told her a bit about the school policy, classes, dress code and blah blah blah. You know, the usual.

“Oh, and you will get a guide for your first week here at (your school)”

Marcy looked up at this. A guide? I mean that would definitely make things easier, but Marcy was internally panic at this. I’ll have to make a good first impression! I can’t screw this up! Ugh why is being social so hard sometimes! Ok ok calm down Mars don’t panic, it’s going to be ok, just like mom said. Don’t overthink it!

“Miss L/n, please come to the principals office, I repeat, miss L/n to the principals office”

The door creaked open as a h/c girl peeked in, “yes?”

Marcy looked up as she saw a beautiful girl standing before her. Her breath caught in her throat as she frantically started darting her eyes around the room, focusing anywhere else then directly at that gorgeous girl. She couldn’t help it, you just made her so nervous! The brown eyed female settled on her feet, as she could feel a weird tingling sensation in her stomach. She looks so cute! Now I’m just gonna stress even more! She thought as her hart rapidly threw itself around in her chest.

“Miss L/n, this is miss Wu, our new student. I would like you too be her guide for the week.”

The girls e/c eyes moved over to Marcy, who was nervously looking at the ground while messing with her hands.

“Of course I will, it’ll be my pleasure!” The h/c girl said with a smile, as she walked over to the black haired girl.

“Come on! I’ll show you around!”

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“So, you’re the new student huh? What’s your name?” You asked as you and Marcy walked down the hall, you in the lead and Marcy close behind.

The olive skinned girl squeaked at your sudden question, before looking away with her face flushing bright red with embarrassment .

“I-it’s Marcy” she stammered quietly in a shy manner.

“Marcy Wu! That’s a really pretty name! It suits you” Marcy stopped dead in her tracks for a second. She could feel her face heating up before mumbling a ‘thanks’ with a small smile.

For the rest of the tour, you continued to talk and point, while Marcy mostly listed with a few ‘okeys’ and ‘yeses’ here and there, when suddenly a loud bell echoed through the hall.

“Yes! It’s finally lunch time! Augh I’m staaaarving!” You semi-shouted with a groan, before walking in the direction of the cafeteria.

Oh no. She’s leaving now! I guess I should have seen it coming, she’s done with the tour after all and there’s no way she would wanna hang out with me! She’s just so cool! Must be popular too…but I don’t wanna be alone. Marcy thought while her heart sank. She could feel her eyes watering a little as thoughts of Anne and Sasha crawled their way into her mind.

She misses them so much.. why did she have to move! She’s scared, she’s alone.. wh-

“Hey! You coming?”

A voice interrupted her thoughts. Huh? Marcy looked up to see you standing a few feet away from her with your head tilted slightly to the left.

You wanted to eat with her? Even though you guys only just met, and she had barely spoken to you?

Marcy looked behind her too see if you were asking another student, but no one was in sight. She thought for a moment before questioning quietly “me?”

“Yes you silly! You seem really fun to be around, plus, you’re really cute! I wanna get to know you better!”

The ravenhead could’ve just passed out at that point. She couldn’t believe you were interested in being friends with her! And you called her cute…

Marcy’s face was now at the redness scale of a tomato as her mouth slightly fell open. The girls mind could only muster up one sentence …wow.. she’s amazing.

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-about a week later-

“So, Mar-mar, how’s it going so far?”

Marcy was facetiming with Anne and Sasha, talking about how things are going in her new home.

“It’s actually been really great you guys! At first I was so afraid that everything would just turn out really bad, but honestly it’s been pretty fun! And well, I have y/n to thank for that, she’s been a real life saver heh…”

Anne and Sasha glanced at each other with a questioning look on their faces, as Marcy looked a bit lost in thought with a slight blush on her features.

Why was Marcy acting so strange when she talked about you? Could it be….*gasp* :0

The two girls looked at each other with a slight smirk, both thinking the exact same thing before returning their attention back to the black haired girl.

“Marcy, tell us more about this y/n person!” Anne squealed, startling Marcy a bit, while Sasha was watching with an amused expression. “Yeah loser, tell us!”

“Oh, um well” Marcy begun as her blush returned. “She’s the first friend I made here and she’s really nice! Her eyes are e/c, along with h/c hair and s/c skin. Honestly, she’s really pretty. Oh! And she even eats lunch with me and her other friends. They’re nice too, but not as much as y/n though hehe” The ravenette got more and more enthusiastic as she continued talking, much like how she is when she’s rambling about an interest of hers.

“They also have a great music taste and style! I love her clothes, and oh my, don’t even get me started on her art! (selfinsert much👀) We share a lot of the same interests as well, and the best part is that she cares about what I care about! She even lets me rant about it, and she doesn’t think I’m a wierdo! She just really gets me y’know? Aah she’s so cool.” Marcy finished with a dreamy expression.

“Yup, she’s totally in love”

“WHAT!?”

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[meimei-a]

I have 587 followers yet no anons

I want anons :(

I'm gonna add tags so this reaches ppl coz I want anonsss

[leossmoonn]

Unrequited Love || Part Two

masterlist | Part One

pairing - 1980’s!stefan salvatore x fem, vamp!reader

type - angst, fluff

note / request - request by anon “omg if you make a part 2 of unrequited love you could make them meet like farther in the future (in like the 80s or something) when he has his humanity on and he falls in love with her but she’s already with somebody else who’s like an asshole but she and stefan have a secret affair…. or something” hehe i love this so much!! thank you for giving me this idea :) and yes if u haven’t read the first part you will need to but i promise its worth it. and i tried to research where stefan might’ve been in the 1980s but i could’ve find anything so… sorry this is just made up lmao

summary - you and stefan meet 64 years later

warnings / includes - language, alcohol consumption, fighting, crying,, cheating, kissing, stefan stalking you lmao. lmk if i missed anything!

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*gif isn’t mine*

stefan couldn’t stop thinking about you ever since you had left, and even when he continued to have his humanity off. once he turned it on, he felt destructive levels of pain and loss, heartbreak and anger. he tried to find you a year later when he had finally got his humanity back, but he couldn’t. apparently, you had moved out of chicago the same week he had ruined your life and tore your heart out — metaphorically speaking. it wouldn’t be until 64 years later you two would meet again in san diego, california. 

“don’t stop believing! hold on to the feeling! street light, people, oooh, yeah!” you sang, jumping up and down with the crowd. 

“steve perry is so hot, woo!” your sister shouted. 

“you have a boyfriend, marcy!” you laughed. “gabe doesn’t have to know,” she winked. 

you rolled your eyes with a laugh, turning you attention back on to journey who was ending their concert with their undeniably most famous song, ‘don’t stop believing’. 

"that was awesome! i am so glad chase bailed,” marcy giggled as you both left the venue. 

“yeah, i had more fun with you than i would’ve with him,” you chuckled. 

“i know you wanted him here, though.” she took your hand, giving you a sympathetic smilie. 

“it’s alright. we haven’t hung out in forever, anyways,” you said. 

“yeah, my great-grand kids have been begging me to babysit them. apparently they do not like their own grandparents babysitting them,” marcy smirked.

“well, no offense, but you're 38 and they are in their late-50s,” you snorted.

“i know. i don’t know why they refused to be turned. being a vampire is great!” she exclaimed. 

“maybe your great-grand kids will want to be vampires,” you shrugged. “i think joey wants to. he’s fourteen and he knows everything about them. not sure his mother wants him to become a “monster” or whatever,” marcy rolled her eyes. 

you smiled, “maybe it’s for the best.”

“oh, please, if you didn’t become a vampire, we probably never would’ve have gotten close again.”

“it’s amazing how changing our species was what it took to bring us back together,” you snorted. 

“weird how the world works,” marcy giggled. 

she got out the keys to her bmw, slipping into the driver’s seat. you climbed into the passenger seat, buckling yourself in and turning on the radio. 

“you want to listen to more music? we just spent three hours screaming like, 50 songs,” marcy said. 

“i could always go for some cyndi lauper,” you grinned, turning up the radio and dancing in your seat. 

“you’re gonna be up all night, aren’t you?” marcy raised her brow. “hopefully chase will be, too,” you giggled. 

“mm, knowing him he’ll be asleep. it’s two in the morning.”

“maybe he will wake up for me,” you shrugged. 

marcy bit her tongue as she thought of what to say. you sighed, knowing what she was thinking. chase was an asshole, but you loved him.

“do you think gabe is still awake?” you asked, changing the subject. “maybe. i don’t know, he might have gone out for a late-night snack,” marcy guessed.  “you think he saved you anything?” 

“no, he’s always been a greedy feeder,” she rolled her eyes. “kinda like you,” you smirked.  she scoffed, “ i have better control than him! and you, actually.”

“excuse me?” you raised your brows. “yeah, you fed on like fifty people tonight. i only fed on ten,” she stated matter-of-factly. 

i snorted, “would you like a medal?”

“yes, i would, actually,” marcy nodded with a grin.

you laughed, “i’ll give you one of the medals scotty won.”

“i think he’d want you to have that,” marcy said. “says who?” you asked. 

“says like, all of our family. i never got to know him until the last five years of his life. you’re the one who helped him to breast feed.”

“yeah, he was such a difficult baby. no wonder why mom kept be for two years to take care of him,” you laughed, a little melancholy. you took marcy’s hand, squeezing it for comfort. “i told him about you all the time. he admired you a lot more than he admired me or mom, or his dad. he became a nurse because of you, even though all his friends thought that he was “girly” for being a nurse. he didn’t care. he wanted to be just like his big sister.”

marcy glanced over at you, giving him a thankful smile. “thanks, y/n. i just wish i got to know him earlier.”

you shrugged, “you had three kids and a marriage you had to pay attention to. it’s not your fault that you didn’t get to know him earlier. life just kind of got in the way.”

“yeah, well, i’m thankful you turned me so i wasn’t dead before he turned 40,” marcy chortled. 

“too bad we couldn’t turn him,” you frowned. “like you said, life got in the way. it has its own path for us, and scott wasn’t meant to live forever. it’s okay,” marcy said. 

“yeah,” you looked out of the window, “it’s okay.”

marcy parked outside of your home thirty minutes later. 

“have fun,” marcy smiled. “i’ll try. tell gabe i said hi,” you said as you got out of the car. 

“will do. i’ll talk to you tomorrow,” marcy said. “see you,” you smiled before you walked away. 

you got your keys out of your purse, unlocking your front door and entering your home. all the lights were off except for the little nightlights you kept in the corners to keep soft light in your rooms. 

you took off your coat and shoes, putting them in the closet. you hung up your purse on the kitchen chair, tip-toeing up the stairs to your room. you peered into your bedroom, smiling a little as you saw your boyfriend sleeping soundly. he was clutching your pillow, his nose buried in it. he wasn’t so horrible all the time. 

you slipped into the room as quietly as you could. you went to your closet, taking off your clothes and slipping into your pjs. as you closed the closet, chase woke up.

“hey, baby, how was the concert?” 

you turned around slowly, a little startled by his voice in the silence. “it was really fun.” 

“looks like it. it’s 3 AM,” he glanced over at the clock. “i wish i could’ve gone with you.”

“well, you had the chance,” you chuckled sourly. 

chase sat up in bed, sighing. “i’m sorry. i’ll go with you next time.” 

“you better,” you sauntered over to him. 

he turned the lamp on, smiling as you walked over to him. he held his arms out and you sat down on his lap, straddling his waist.

“did marcy call steve perry hot?” he asked. “only like, ten times,” you snorted.

“did you call anyone hot?” he questioned.

“only you,” you grinned. your eyes fluttered close as you leaned down to kiss him. a clattering sound broke you two apart. you would’ve fallen if you didn’t have excellent balance. 

“what was that?” chase asked. he started to get up, but you stopped him. 

you stared into his eyes, putting your hands on his shoulders. “let me check it out.” 

“okay,” he nodded after a few seconds. you kissed him on the cheek, giving him a smile before you left the room. 

you ran downstairs, grabbing a knife from the kitchen. although you were a vampire, an extra weapon always came in handy. you tip-toed through the downstairs, looking into the windows. it wasn’t until you got to the front door when you got startled. there was a figure outside your window. it looked like a man’s silhouette. 

“who the hell is messing with me at this hour?” you grumbled to yourself. you swung the front door open, stunned to see that the man disappeared. you went outside, fear filling your chest. you had only been this afraid three times in your life. once was when marcy  caught you with a boy in your room, when you got chosen to be turned into a vampire, and now. you hated the feeling of being scared, but you knew it was a normal response. just because you were a vampire didn’t mean you were invincible — kinda.

“hello?” you stepped out onto the porch. you held up the knife, ready to use it. you looked around your yard, seeing nothing but a broken flower pot. you put the end of the knife in your mouth, bending down to pick up the flower pot.

“y/n?” a familiar voice spoke.

you turned around, whipping the knife out of your mouth and holding it up. your eyes widened and you gasped as it was stefan who had been outside this whole time.

“s-stefan?” you stammered, absolutely flabbergasted.

“hey,” he offered you a warm smile.

you couldn’t believe it. 60-plus years had gone by and you had never seen him until now. he looked different. he was wearing leather and demin, his hair was unruly, and not slicked-back like how you remembered. he looked kinder and a little older, too, even though you knew he can’t age. maybe not older but wiser. 

your vision was suddenly blurred, tears ran down your cheeks slowly. 

“what are you doing here?” you asked. 

“i finally tracked you down,” he said excitedly. 

“f-finally? you’ve been trying to find me this whole time?” your chest warmed at this. 

“yeah, that’s what i’ve been spending most of my time doing,” stefan confirmed.

“i’m sorry i’ve made it so hard for you to find me,” you chuckled. stefan laughed with you and shrugged. “it’s alright. love isn’t supposed to be easy.”

“l-love?” you gasped, blinking rapidly. 

“yeah,” he nodded with a small smile. he walked up to you, taking the knife out of your hand and placing it onto the porch ledge. he then took your hands into his, moving closer to where you could feel his breath on your lips. 

goosebumps rose up on your arm, electricity surging through your veins. you looked into his eyes, his pupils will taking up most of the space in his iris. it was the first time you had ever seen him look at you like this before. he had finally turned his humanity on. 

“i know it’s still nighttime, but why don’t we go and grab some breakfast? lincoln square pancake house open at five. we can take a walk there to pass the time,” he suggested. 

you smiled, “i would like that…” your voice trailed off as you saw the light in your bedroom flash on. you sighed, giving stefan a disappointed look. “i’m sorry, but i can’t. i’m with somebody.” 

“what?” stefan frowned. 

“yeah, he’s upstairs waiting for me,” you explained. 

you took a few steps backwards, your hands slipping out of his. the warmth you two felt from each other left in an instant. 

stefan turned around and looked at the window, glaring at the silhouette of chase.

“how long have you two been… together?” stefan swallowed hard. 

“two months,” you answered. “you can just leave him then, right?” stefan suggested more than asked. 

“i-i can’t just leave him because you came back,” you scoffed. 

“why not? you two haven’t been together for that long. he won’t care.”

“that is so rude! god, what is wrong with you? i thought you had turned your humanity on?” 

“i have! it’s on, i’m just… i can’t believe you are with someone!” stefan groaned. he took the knife from the ledge, throwing it at one of your flower pots. 

“what the hell?” you shouted as you watched a couple of pots break. 

“i can’t believe i spent all this time searching for you when you’ve been with someone all along!” 

“i can’t believe you expected me to just stay alone for 60 years! you are so selfish!”

“well, maybe if you didn’t move around so much then i could’ve found you better! maybe if you tried to find me, too, then we wouldn’t be arguing right now!”

you looked at him incredulously. you didn’t think humanity-stefan would be this angry and selfish. you almost wished he had his humanity off. 

“you don’t think i did that?” you asked. “you-you don’t think that i tried to search for you? i went to virginia, new york, los angeles, and even fucking texas and london to search for you!” you shouted.

“why did you stop?” he asked. 

“do you not know how painful it was holding on to you? holding on to your memory, the heartache you gave me? the fact that i had to figure out how to keep myself happy and not like, kill myself after every decade of not ageing? i had to stop searching for you to move on. i had to try and fall in love with other people to move on. i did it for myself, stefan, and it is so selfish for you to think that i would wait for you and put myself through years on pain. you left me —”

“i did not leave you! you left me!” stefan cut you off. 

“you left me hopeless and in love. your constant teasing, and that kiss — ugh! i cannot believe you let me kiss you. every night that i went to bed knowing that you were playing me, but you made it so hard to let go, to set boundaries. i hate you for that. i-i hated you for that,” you sobbed. 

he looked at you apologetically, feeling horrible that he yelled at you. he moved closer to you, reaching out but you backed away. 

“go back home, stefan,” you said quietly. 

“no, y/n, wait. i’m sorry, we can talk this out. i can meet your boyfriend —”

“no,” you shook your head.

you pushed past him, going to step inside your house but he stopped you. 

“does he know you’re a vampire?” he asked. 

you sighed and shook your head. 

“then you can just compel him to forget you! simple as that!” “i love him, okay!” you whipped around. 

“how can you love him? you’ve only been together for —” 

“i fell in love with you in less than a week. don’t be surprised if i love somebody i’ve been with for two months,” you got up in his face, glaring at him. you took a deep breath and stepped back, calming yourself down. “maybe i’ll see you in another 60 years.”

stefan started to cry then, too. “no, no, y/n. please, don’t go.”

“goodbye, stefan,” you sighed. you went back into your house, shutting the door. you started to sob as you turned away from the front door. 

chase came downstairs, shocked to see you sobbing. he ran to you, putting his arms around you and engulfing you into a tight hug. 

“what’s wrong, sweetheart? who was at the door?” he asked in a soft voice. 

“n-no one,” you sniffled. you looked up at him, looking into his eyes. “no one was at the door. i am crying because i jammed my finger into the door. a cat was playing in our yard and broke our flower pots.”

he repeated your words, looking down at your finger with worried eyes. “is your finger okay?”

“yeah, you know i heal fast,” you chuckled. 

he looked at your face, reaching his hand up to wipe the tears that were still falling. “it seems like it really hurt, though. do you want any ice or ibuprofen?”

“i’m afraid no human remedies could fix this type of hurt,” you muttered, looking down at your hands. 

“what was that?” chase asked. 

you perked up, giving him a fake smile. “ice would be good.”

“coming right up, babe,” he kissed your forehead. 

“thanks,” you sighed. 

you turned back to the door, peering out of the window. there was no sign of stefan. it seemed like he had left for good this time. 

or so you thought. 

the only place he did leave was your house. otherwise, he was all over the city, following you and appearing in the restaurants you ate, the stores you shopped at, and even outside your sister’s apartment.

you were debating about writing a restraining order, but you knew that he would just rip up the paper and kill whichever police officer registered it. you just had to send him a message without actually talking to him, which was something you never wanted to do again. and not because you didn’t want to see him, you just couldn’t. 

“tommy, do not get into mammy’s things!” marcy scolded the child. 

“i’m sorry,” he pouted. marcy rolled her eyes, picking him up and placing him on her hip. “it’s okay, tommy. just go and play with sissy.” she let him down and he ran into the living room. 

“how can you stand so many kids?” you asked. 

“there’s only two,” marcy snorted. “yeah, and they are everywhere,” you muttered.

“i’m glad i had kids before i was turned. i couldn’t imagine my life without those two buggers,” marcy grinned. 

“more like you wouldn’t be alive long enough to imagine them,” you smirked.  

“oh!” marcy gasped, hitting your arm. “what is up with you this week? you have been so unusually sarcastic and a little more rude than normal.”

“i’m sorry,” you sighed, “my life has just been so.. stressful.”

“talk to me,” marcy said, putting down the knife and putting her hand on your forearm. 

“stefan came by the other night,” you said in a hushed voice. 

marcy’s jaw dropped and her eyes bludged out of their sockets. she grabbed your upper-arm, dragging you into the dining room where no one could hear you. 

“what do you mean ‘stefan came by the other night’?” she asked. 

“he came to my house and broke my flower pots,” you explained. “what the — are you two back together? well, wait, you’re still with chase. he’s in the other room, so you couldn’t have broken up with him,” marcy thought out loud. 

“i haven't broken up with chase… yet,” you bit your lip, looking at marcy nervously. this was the first time you had admitted to wanting stefan out loud. 

“what are you thinking? did mom drop you on your head or something, and it’s finally now affecting you?” marcy scolded. 

“he is everywhere, okay?” you said. “who?” marcy asked. 

“stefan,” you whispered. “he has been following me everywhere and he’s even been appearing in my dreams. i… i don’t know if it’s a sign or what —” 

“no, it’s not a sign. none of this is a sign. you’re only seeing him in your dreams because you are seeing him in your day-to-day life which by the way, we need to get a restraining order or something,” marcy said. 

“no!” you shook your head furiously. 

“why not? do you seriously still love him?” marcy judged. 

“no, but i —”

“oh, you are the worst liar y/n m/n l/n. you are so in love with him!”

“am not! i was the one who told him to go away!” you lied because you hated disappointing your sister, but you knew she could see right through you anyways. 

“oh, yeah? and tell me, did you dream about him that night? did you stay up all night thinking about him? ever since he's appeared in your life does kissing chase not feel the same? you don’t feel the passion, the heat you did with chase as you felt with stefan. every time chase touches you, you imagine it’s stefan. every time you come home you hope it’s to stefan. every time chase calls you ‘sweetheart’, you —” 

“okay, fine! i-i love him. i’m in love with him. is that so bad?” you sighed. 

“yes! he broke you. he ruined your entire life, led you on, and ripped out your heart. i don’t care how he makes you feel. it took you 15 years to get over him. you do not want to fall down that hole again.” “he has humanity on, marcy. h-he’s different now,” you defended him. 

“do you even hear yourself right now?” she laughed. 

“i know i sound crazy, but stefan is a hell of a lot better than chase. even you know that.” “chase can be an asshole, i agree, but you also compel him more than half the time. you can’t compel stefan to not get mad at you and do what you say. stefan is a manipulative stalker that needs to leave you the hell alone. if you aren't going to talk to him, then i will,” marcy gritted her teeth. 

“marcy, please. let me figure this out on my own,” you pleaded. 

“i don’t trust you to make good decisions, and neither should you. that man does something to you. it’s like he compels you to love him.”

“my feelings for him are true and i can’t deny them!” you shouted louder than you had meant to. 

“you either get over him or i’ll make sure you get over him,” marcy whispered. she stormed away and back into the kitchen, continuing to make lunch. 

you stayed in the dining room as you started to cry. you leaned against the wall, sobbing as quietly as you could as to not alarm anyone. you knew marcy meant well, but it hurt so much when she invalidated your feelings and didn’t trust you. all your guys’s life she has always been on the look-out for you. and although that stopped for a while when she had kids, it picked right back up once you two became close again. you appreciated her concern, but you knew what you were doing. you told stefan you were in love with chase, you told him to go away. admitting your feelings for stefan was the first step to getting over him, actually. you did it once, you were sure you could do it again. 

the next few weeks were awkward for you and marcy. you two barley talked and it was weighing on you heavily. without marcy your life felt so empty. instead of walking around town, seeing the same movies in the theatres, and playing with your great-nephew and nieces, you spent your days in your house cleaning, cooking, and playing wife. you loved cleaning and cooking for chase, but you also liked going outside and shopping and hanging out with your sister. that came to an end quietly as soon as you mentioned stefan. and speaking of stefan, him stalking you didn’t get any better, either. 

if he was going to ignore your boundaries then you were going to completely ignore him. although you had deep feelings for him, you were still scared that you would get hurt. you just didn’t know if you could trust him yet. but ignoring him didn’t work very well for one night. he had managed to corner you as you came out of the super market. 

“talk to me, please,” stefan begged. 

you stared ahead, trying to walk as fast as you could without using your vampire speed and freaking out all the humans near you. 

“if you talk to me now i’ll stop bothering you.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle. that was an empty promise. 

“y/n, please. sweetheart —” 

“don’t call me that,” you turned around, death-staring him. 

“why? because chase calls you that? we both know you told him to call you that because he is so not that type of guy to call a girl sweetheart.” 

“go away! i’m trying to go home!” you groaned, turning back around and continuing to walk to your car. 

“to play house wife? c’mon, y/n, we both know you’d rather be day-drinking or running through the woods with the wind in your hair.”

“you know nothing about me,” you chuckled sourly. “i know more about you than you think,” stefan said. 

“how? because you’ve been stalking me, right?” you hummed. 

“y-yes, but —”

“leave me alone! go back to virginia or wherever you live now,” you said. 

stefan grabbed you, causing a thrill to run up your spine. he turned you around so you would face him. you collided into his chest, being as close to him as you were the night you two kissed. 

“i live here now. i have lived in california for a while now, actually,” stefan stated. 

“well, i know for a fact you’ve never lived in san diego because i have been all over this city,” you said. 

“you’re right. i never lived in san diego until now.”

“then go back home! because of you my relationship with my sister is falling apart, i’m confused about my feelings for you and chase, and you stalking me is seriously creepy.”

“so you do have feelings for me?” he smirked.

“i knew i always would,” you nodded. “but that’s not the point, okay? you hurt me to the point where marcy had to help me get out of bed and shower. she had to help me eat and for a while, all i could think about and do was cry about you. so just spare me another heartbreak, please.” 

“i know i hurt you. i’m so sorry,” stefan apologized, looking into your eyes. “you may never believe me, and that’s okay, but after i turned my humanity on i was a wreck. and even before then, i never stopped thinking about you. i never fathomed how much you would mean to me, and how much i would end up needing you. you were the one thing that kept me going. searching for you kept me going. i’m not the same man i was in the ‘20s, please believe that and give me a chance. one date is all i’m asking.”

you knew he was telling the truth. the way his eye contact didn’t once falter, how his voice sounded, the way his grip on you loosened. but you couldn’t give in, not this time.

“i believe you, but the answer’s still no,” you sighed.

“i know you compel chase and i know he fights with you a lot. if you were dating me, there would be no reason to be scared,” stefan stated.

you frowned, “i’m not scared of him.” “yes, you are. i saw how scared you were when be raised his voice at you at the restaurant for “flirting” with the waiter. he’s not good for you, y/n,” stefan sighed.

“you aren’t either,” you muttered.

“i can be if you would just let me,” he stated matter-of-factly.

you exhaled deeply, his scent filling your nose. he smelled like jasmine and leather, a little unique for a man, but you loved it nonetheless. you looked into his eyes, focusing on them. you never realized how pretty they were before. they were a deep-green, like the color of pine trees. his eyebrows were were perfectly shaped and thick. his hair was tousled, but soft-looking. he had amazing bone structure, a strong jawline and prominent cheekbones. and his lips, they looked so soft. and from you remembered, they fit perfectly against yours. you wondered if they still did.

you were leaning into him, the only thing between you now was a millimeter of space. you looked back up to his eyes, seeing the excitement and sincerity in them.

“c’mon, sweetheart. let me prove to you i have changed. one date and i’ll promise to leave you alone. you have my w —”

“yeah, okay,” you cut him off and smashed your lips onto his.

you took him by surprise, but he quickly regained composure and kissed you back. his arms wrapped around your back, pulling you flush against him. your hands went up to his neck, your fingers burying themselves in his hair. your suspicions were right, his hair was soft. the dark strands slipped through your fingers as you ruffled your hands through his locks. you grabbed a tuft of hair, pulling it gently as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

his lips fit yours perfectly, just like last time. the kiss from 60 years ago was full of tension for sure, but this one was passionate and loving. his lips moved against yours tenderly, taking their time to savor the feel and taste of you, but there was also heat in the way his tongue explored your mouth, in the way you two exhaled and inhaled deeply between each kiss.

you had never experienced this type of kiss with anyone else but him, not even chase. you knew for a fact that you were with the wrong man.

stefan was the first one to pull away, opening his eyes and grinning from ear-to-ear. “you didn’t cry this time.”

“yeah, well, i don’t think that you are messing with me this time,” you smirked. 

“i’m not. i promise,” he said. “i know,” you nodded. 

you sighed, giving him a sad smile. “i have to go now. chase is expecting me to make some chilli.”

“shouldn’t keep him waiting. your chilli is amazing,” stefan smiled. 

“i’ll save you a bowl,” you promised. “are you saying you’re going to cook for our date?” stefan asked. 

you laughed, “no. i want you to take me out.”

he nodded, “alright. deal. friday at four?”

“four? that’s kind of early,” you said. “by the time we get to our location it will be dinnertime,” he explained. 

“where are we going?” you asked. “you’ll see,” he winked. 

“friday at four then,” you nodded.

“i love you,” stefan kissed your cheek.

you gave him a smile in return, and he accepted that response. you loaded your car with groceries, driving back to your house. you could not wait for friday. 

————

part three

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[writeroutoftime]

your heart in exchange for mine

pairing: foggy nelson x reader

summary: foggy has been led to believe it's the material goods that keep a relationship alive, but you strive to prove to him that all you want is to love him and be loved in return

warnings: none (though, I apologize for the marci slander!)

words: 1.3k

a/n: this idea came from watching stardust with charlie cox! specifically the scene where yvaine is telling tristain that she wouldn't expect anything for his love - but foggy instantly popped in my mind! the dialogue from the movie is in italics. please enjoy, and let me know what you think!!

oOoOo

Walking into your office, you let out a small sigh the moment your eyes noticed the vase of flowers that sat in the middle. Though the tulips and daises looked beautifully arranged, you couldn't help the dismay that ran through you. As you studied the bouquet, you saw a card attached in the middle and carefully ripped open the envelope.

Wanted you to have something to brighten your day the way you brighten mine. <3 - Foggy

It was a sweet gesture, but it was also the fifth gift Foggy had given you in the past three weeks. Now most people wouldn't complain about receiving gifts from their new boyfriend, but you weren't with Foggy for the material things he could offer. You were with him because of how sweet, handsome, and loyal he was. Besides, you knew how expensive some of the gifts were and Foggy didn't need to be spending his hard earned money on 'wooing' you when he already had you.

Anytime you tried to have that conversation with Foggy, he brushed your worries away, claiming it made him happy to give you those things. It made your heart ache because you knew why he was like this.

When Foggy had been dating Marci, you saw how she took advantage of his kindness and strung him along. Foggy was the one to put all the effort in their relationship while Marci just reaped the rewards. She made Foggy believe that material gifts were integral to a relationship; and she threated to leave unless he proved his devotion through gifts, running errands, and giving up all his energy.

It was a relief to, Matt, and Karen when they finally broke up, even if it took Foggy some time to see that himself. You just wished you could help to show him he didn't need to act that same way with you.

Sitting down at your desk, you snuck another glance at the flowers. Taking a moment to admire them, you smiled at the sweet fragrance that permeated your office. While the flowers may not have been necessary, they most certainly did brighten your day as Foggy had intended.

oOoOo

Later that evening, you met up with Foggy, Matt, and Karen for a drink at Josie's. While Foggy and Matt left to get another round of drinks, Karen turned to you with a knowing smile on her face.

"Soooo, how are things going between you and Foggy?" she asked, eager to know how two of her favorite people were doing.

"It's been really good." you smiled. "Foggy is so sweet, and I'm glad we finally got over ourselves and admitted our feelings." you said, slightly trailing off at the end.

Karen picked up on your hesitancy, and furrowed her brows. "But?"

"But, he's been giving me all sorts of gifts recently, and I feel bad. Of course, I appreciate them, but I don't know how to make him understand I'm not here for the material things. Like, this morning. I walked into my office and there was a bouquet of flowers, but I couldn't help but feel disappointed."

Fear suddenly froze your body as you heard a throat clear behind you and an awkward shuffle of feet as Foggy came into view, setting two drinks onto the table. You saw the devastation on his face, and you felt as though you had been punched in the gut. Somehow you knew that Foggy had only heard the last part of your speech and took it wildly out of context.

Before you could say or do anything, Foggy grabbed his coat and stormed out of the bar, muttering. "I guess I won't bother anymore."

"Shit, shit, shit." you cried out, hands shaky as you gathered your things to follow after Foggy. "I'll uh, see you guys later." you threw over your shoulder to your friends as you ran to catch up with Foggy.

Though he had only left a minute before you, Foggy walked down the street with a determination to get home that made it seem like he was sprinting. His shoulders were hunched and his body almost caved in on itself as he tried to block out what you had said to Karen.

"Foggy, wait!" you shouted, as you tried to catch up. "Please, Foggy, just listen to me and let me explain."

Ready to break, Foggy stopped in his tracks and turned to see you just a few feet away from him. "I think you've made everything perfectly clear, y/n. Like I said, I won't bother with any of this - with us - anymore."

Tears welled in your eyes at the thought of losing Foggy over a misunderstanding. Without thinking, you reached forward to grasp his hand in yours. "Foggy, please, I promise I didn't mean it the way you thought I did."

"And how else am I supposed to take it?" he shot back, yanking his hand out of your grasp.

"When are you going to understand, Foggy? I don't need any of those things to be happy with you!" you exclaimed, arms flying up in the hair in exasperation.

"I'm just trying to show you how I feel about you." he retorted, arms crossed over his chest.

"But you don't need to!" you sighed, unsure of how to proceed. "Foggy, what I'm trying to say is - I love you." you confessed, shocked by how quickly you had come to that conclusion, though you didn't regret it in the slightest.

Foggy's face softened slightly, his arms dropping back down to his sides. Before he could comment, you rushed forward, letting out all the thoughts and feelings that had been weighing on your heart.

"My heart, it feels like my chest can barely contain it. It belongs to you. And if you want it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange." you explained, taking a few steps forward, a soft smile on your face.

There was a moment of silence as you reached out again and grabbed both of Foggy's hands. This time, he didn't move to pull away, and you brought his hands to rest over your heart, looking straight into his eyes as you continued.

"I know that Marci made you believe that you need to give all kinds of material gifts to keep a relationship alive, but all I want is to show you that isn't true. I'm with you for who you are, not what you can give me. Besides, I don't need any of that stuff. No gifts, no goods, no demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you love me, too. Just your heart in exchange for mine."

Foggy continued to stare at you, his own eyes now swimming with tears. He gave you hands a gentle squeeze, taking a few more steps closer until there was no room left between you. Without hesitation, Foggy raised a hand to cup your cheek and moved to mold his lips against your own. The kiss was sweet and gentle, but also urgent and you couldn't help but get lost in the warmth he provided.

Slowly pulling apart, you gently swept away the few tears that fell down his soft cheeks with the pad of your thumb.

"I love you, too." he finally whispered, so quietly that you almost missed it. "In case it wasn't obvious." he added, blushing a little.

You leaned in for another quick kiss. "Well, that's a relief." you giggled. "I am sorry, though, Foggy. I don't want you to think I don't appreciate your gifts, but I don't want them to feel obligatory."

"I know." he nodded, looking at his shoes for a moment. "But you're also right. I got scared that you would realize I'm not someone who deserves you, and I panicked. I." he reasoned, resting his forehead against yours.

"It's not about deserving." you told him. "I choose you, I always will. And I'm by your side, every step of the way."

[sleepingdeath-light]

Flufftober can we get valentines headcannons for the calamity trio from amphibia

Valentine’s Day Headcanons | Calamity Trio

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as gender neutral

the trio are assumed as being adults (post time skip) here

Anne Boonchuy

anne prefers to have a more low-key celebration for this holiday because she’s long since come to appreciate the simple things in life

you both work during the day and she’ll run a themed education thing for local kids and teens, teaching them about the courting habits of the various reptiles and amphibians in her care (also gives the animals little treats of their own)

finishes work early and stops by your favourite takeout place and gets you your favourite meal before also stopping by and picking up some small gifts she ordered on the way home

meets you at the front door and jokes about traffic before you unlock the door and exchange presents, eyes heavy from stress and laugh lines exaggerated from all the jokes you’d exchanged via text and call throughout the day

she bought you some flowers (obviously) as well as a nice set of comfortable pyjamas, the fabric adorned with frogs due to a long running joke from the early days of your relationship

then were the cards (filled with inside jokes of course) and the meal, which you ate on the living room floor in your pyjamas

the settees had been disassembled, their cushions set beneath you to protect your butts from the floor, and various other pillows and blankets around you

you’re laughing at some terrible film you found somewhere, choking on your food every other bite and nearly spilling your drinks as you shoved each other with your shoulders

it’s simple and domestic and fun and you couldn’t ask for anything else

Marcy Woo

spending the day with marcy means that you’re basically asking for things to go wrong in one way or another

which, of course, they do

she insists on waking you up with breakfast in bed — which she does! in the sense that she enters when you’re half awake and startles you into the land of the living when she spills a cup of hot coffee square onto your legs

and that’s just the beginning of the beautiful disaster that was your valentine’s day

she bought you flowers and had them delivered but they got absolutely thrashed in transport and were more stem than petal by the time they arrived

she tripped over her feet whilst getting your gift from the pile and busted her lip on the side of the table

and she smacked you square in the nose out of excitement when she opened your present — before promptly apologising and kissing you

but those disasters were more than expected and you were able to find moments for romance between these chaotic instances

you held her close as she panicked over the flowers and assured her that they were beautiful because of the gesture not the look — making a joke about being like the addams family which cheered her up

you joked about needing to her kiss you better after she oh so gravely injured you, which she did (pressing a chaste kiss to the bridge of your nose) — which then led to you pulling her on top of you and tickling her until she was in tears

her burst lip resulted in you holding a damp washcloth to the injury and caressing her face intermittently whilst you read out your card to her — smiling as she began to cry and thank you through her wound

and the rest of the day went flawlessly for how small and intimate your celebration was: a home cookie meal, ordered in desserts, your favourite series on in the background and you both cuddled up on the settee in your pyjamas

it was chaotic and messy and filled with more laughter than you could have hoped for, and in the end that made it worth its weight in gold (and spilt coffee)

Sasha Waybright

valentine’s day is one of the few days that sasha reserved as a day off well in advance — alongside your birthdays and some other key holidays you celebrate

she takes a much more traditional approach from the moment you wake up until the moment you stumble back into the house, arm in arm with her holding her heels in one hand

she wakes you up with a kiss to the cheek and you hold each other close for a good long while before your hunger wins out — at which point you both go to the kitchen and start cooking a sweet and filling breakfast as a team

you exchange cards and gifts over breakfast and your drinks of choice — with her gifts for you including an accessory that you’d had your eyes on for months before it suddenly went out of stock (after she bought it for you)

then you’d lounge around for most of the day, joking and laughing and being heavily affectionate with each other: just being as close as humanly possible as you bide your time

your evening would be spent in a fancy restaurant, at sasha’s insistence, where you’d fully indulge yourselves, gorging on rich desserts and hearty foods until you’re thoroughly full (and sasha’s thoroughly tipsy on wine)

and you’re laughing louder and sharing kisses between each sip and bite and serving of food, feeding each other with spare forks and spoons until you’re finally far too full and you take a taxi back to your apartment

it’s hearty and luxurious and so so fulfilling and you wouldn’t have wanted to spend the day with anyone else

it’s fun and exhausting and luxurious and you wouldn’t have wanted to spend it with anyone else but her

Sasha Waybright

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