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dazzlingjaeyun · 4 months

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I dont know if you make part two of stuff but it would rlly be great if u could make a part two of “sweet escape” ><

thank you, anon, for the request!! i'm glad you liked part one and i hope you'll like part two as well! this comes kinda late but i was very busy with my studies the past weeks so i apologize, but i hope this was the wait! <3

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𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐 - 𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐢

best friend!riki x fem!reader

genre: fluff & comfort

warnings: mentions of cheating, swear words

word count: ~1k

↝ part 1 | ↝ dazzlingjaeyun's bookshelf

you had lost track of the time you spent on that bench together - but time didn't matter. what mattered was that you felt okay. like you always did with riki.

after some more time, riki decided to take you home, claiming it was getting too late and he didn't want your parents to realize you basically sneaked out.

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡

"riki?", you asked, your tone careful as you looked up at him with doe eyes.

"hmm?"

you fiddled with your fingers. "can you stay here? i don't want to be alone...", you confessed, the volume of your voice decreasing with each word you spoke.

riki bit down on his bottom lip, seemingly trying to find a reply.

"i don't think that's a good idea", he said. he felt bad for turning you down. but despite being your best friend for a long time, he didn't feel in the position to sleep over. not anymore, not now that you had a boyfriend. one that was already way too jealous, riki thought. he couldn't care less what your boyfriend thought about him, but he didn't want anything to get back to you.

you let out a short sigh, but you understood him and his motive without any verbal explanation. yet, you felt somewhat scared of how your feelings that you had successfully shoved away would hit you once you'd be alone. so you tried again.

"at least until i fell asleep?"

riki gave in, understanding that all you needed in that very moment was someone's company. although deep down, a tiny part of him wished it was specifically his company that you craved.

he waited until you laid down and sat on the floor next to your bed, facing you. you tucked yourself in your blanket and riki, for the second time that night, put a strand of hair behind your ear.

"good night, y/n" he so softly that it almost came out as a whisper.

you just hummed in response and closed your eyes, the exhaustion of crying for so many hours before taking over your body now that you were warm and comfortable in bed.

after some minutes, riki heard you breathing more evenly, signaling that you had fallen asleep. yet, he hesitated to get up.

instead, he remained seated on the floor, put his arms on your mattress and laid head on his hands so both your faces were only some centimeters apart.

your demeanor seemed so peaceful now that you were asleep and that alone almost warmed riki's heart. he fought the urge to stroke away the strand of hair that fell over your face again, not daring to touch you and risking waking you up.

only as he felt his eyes getting heavy, he slowly and carefully lifted his head from the mattress and stood up from the floor. he gave you one last smile before tiptoeing to the window to go back home.

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡

days later, you told riki why you had cried so bitterly that night. it wasn't really on purpose, the words rather slipped out of your mouth during your daily catch up call.

you didn't know what you expected when you accidentally told him that you had caught your boyfriend with another girl only hours before the video call that night. however, him hanging up on you in the middle of your sentence was definitely not what you expected.

around half an hour later, you heard a knock on your door, to which you just muttered an indifferent "come in".

the door opened to reveal no one other than your best friend. again unexpected after he had hung up so suddenly.

he was carrying a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. before you could even open your mouth to ask, he cut you off.

"please tell me you broke up with him", he said sternly, as he walked into your room, past your bed and to your nightstand.

"that's what i was telling you. you'd know if you hadn't hung up on me mid sentence!", you replied, crossing your arms.

"what are you doing anyways?", you asked, dropping your attitude and now rather showing confusion, as you saw riki taking a picture frame from your nightstand.

"you still have this picture of the two of you here. i think it's time to get rid of his annoying face", he replied, his attention on the picture frame. he opened it, took out the photo and instead placed the piece of paper he had brought inside.

after he closed the frame and put it back to it's place, you could see what the piece of paper was; a small drawing, again of your favorite flowers.

riki handed you the bouquet before sitting next to you on your bed.

"these are for you... sort of as a cheer up? and when they're wilted, you have a mini version of them here", he said while pointing to the drawing on your nightstand, "these will stay with you"

"i'm sorry for what you had to go through. i know these won't turn back time and they won't change what happened, but...", he hesitated, "i want their beauty to remind you of your own. you're a beautiful person with a beautiful soul and you never deserved any of this"

you felt your heart warming and tears pooling in your eyes as you pouted at the gesture and his words.

riki gave you a soft smile and patted your head carefully.

"i'll make him regret hurting you. and i promise i'll take better care of you from now on"

you slowly shook your head.

"it's not your fault he's a bitch", you replied, which made riki chuckle a little. "thank you for all of this, really"

"anything for you", he replied. like he did so many times. when it came to you, that would always be his reply, no questions asked.

"i'll make up for all the effort you always put into everything, i promise"

this time, he shook his head. "no need to", he smiled as he pulled you into a hug. "i like being your sweet escape"

thank you so much for reading up until here and special thanks for the request!! it means the entire world to me and i hope you guys enjoyed it. please do not copy. ❤︎︎

feel free to leave feedback & interact!

- dazzlingjaeyun

#enhypen #enhypen au #engene #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen niki #niki x reader #nishimura riki #enhypen fluff

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asterdisaster06 · 1 year

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i love you ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?

ghost x reader [exes], slight soap x reader [mostly platonic], platonic 141 x reader

Pt 1. Pt 2. 3.

summary > Soap interactions with you, bringing you food after you skip dinner in favor of taking a nap, Price wants to see you - see pt 1 for overall fic summary

word count > 1.6k

warnings > should be none

a/n > future chapters should be longer, this just felt like a nice cutoff and I'm just starting to get the hang of fanfic writing. gotta love our boy Soap though. it might be a while for the next chapter though since i'm working on other works too

ao3

“Goddamn, who let a little birdie in here?” He laughs.

Soap. You had heard quite a bit about this particular Scotsman from your ex lover. You had an inkling that you two would’ve gotten along, even bringing it up to Simon once or twice about meeting him. He denied your request, sighing goodnaturedly about how you two apart are already the death of him - let alone together. You claimed that this was all the more reason to meet him, or at the very least, let him know of your existence. Simon had always paused around this point and you had never pushed it, and now you’re kind of glad. The last thing you needed was another person that was no longer a stranger around this base. You were supposed to be having a new start, and that would be very difficult if MacTavish knew of your existence beforehand.

However, you hadn’t expected to run into one of Simon’s teammates so soon into your arrival on base. The world seemed to have different plans though.

“You wouldn’t happen to know how to get to my room?” You ask politely, pulling out your information to show him.

“Aye, I do happen to know the way, follow me, Lass.”

You were honestly counting on him not knowing, but you’re realizing now that he’s the kind of person that would figure it out whether he knew initially or not. It seems like you’re stuck in the company of this man and his mohawk for a little while longer. It’s not like you particularly disliked him, in fact it was quite the opposite. It’s just the memories of your past are being dredged up by him, and his association with Simon wasn’t helping.

“So, what’s up with the mask,” He asks, drawing out the ‘a’ in the last word, coming off as teasing you.

You were attempting to come up with a half truth, because you truly hadn’t worn this mask minus on missions at your old base. It was simply this place that brought out that side of you. Or maybe it was a person rather than a place.

“I just find it comforting, y’know?” You decide on, finally. It wasn’t a lie, the mask truly did offer you comfort around here. It just probably isn’t for a reason that Soap would detect.

“I think you’d get along well with one of my masked comrades, maybe bond about hiding identities or somethin’” Soap chuckles.

You offer a slight smile in return, the anxiety that had recently left coming back in full force. You knew exactly who he was talking about, and you vehemently disagreed with what Soap had to say.

“You should join us for dinner after you get settled in, I could be your little tour guide,” Soap says, winking at you.

“I’ll have to think about it, stranger,” You offer back, smiling.

“Oh yeah! The name’s Soap. Soap MacTavish,” He laughs.

“You can call me Angel,” You say, blushing as you realize the implications.

He sends you a curious look with an eyebrow raise. “Oh? Let me at least take you out to dinner first, Bonnie.”

“Very funny, it’s my callsign. Like I assume yours is, unless your parents really hated you,” You joke, almost enjoying this banter with Soap.

“Oi, we don’t judge around here,” He laughs, referring to your silly callsigns.

“I suppose I’ll see you around, Soap?” You ask, ready to settle down in your own space. With your own silence to accompany you.

“Is that a yes to dinner?” He jokes, aware of the double meaning of his sentence.

“Oh knock it off, I’ll have to think about it,” You smile, wondering if this is how it could’ve been in another life. A life where you had actually gotten to meet Soap under different circumstances. You unlock your door, entering and turning back to see Soap still there.

“Don’t think too hard! I wouldn’t want you to worry that pretty little head of yours too much, Bonnie,” He teases, already deciding on a nickname for you it seems.

“We hardly know each other, and you have no clue what I look like,” You laugh, pushing him out of your doorframe, amused at his antics nonetheless.

“Oh, I’m sure you look slightly better than a troll under the bridge at least,” He says with a toothy grin. “You’re not ugly, are you?” He asks ironically.

“Quite the opposite,” You offer up with a crooked smile.

“That’s what I thought,” He says with a smile that rivals the Cheshire cat. “Now, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner?”

“You’re a big boy, I’m sure you’ll be fine alone,” You say, tiredly. It’s not like you wanted to cut your friendly banter with Soap short. On the other hand, you didn’t exactly feel like socializing. Not after your tiring day already.

“Alright, alright rookie. But I am bringing something around later to make sure you eat. If it wasn’t me it would be Price, so don’t think it’s any trouble,” He says, predicting your words before you could even voice them.

“Who are you calling a rookie, Sergeant?” You chirp out.

“Are you not one? Price just mentioned that we would be getting someone new, or maybe I was zoning out when he mentioned your details. Actually no, I definitely was. I think I was throwing crumpled up paper at Gaz - you’ll meet him later,” Soap explains, smiling at the end.

Gaz. Kyle “Gaz” Garrick. Simon had spoken less of him specifically but whatever he did have to say, it was only full of praise. That or another story of his unfortunate luck lending him time hanging from a rope out of a helicopter. That story had always made you laugh.

“I’m technically a Lieutenant,” You manage to say between laughter.

“Jesus Christ, another one? I wouldn’t have coined you for one,” Soap exclaimed.

“And why’s that?” You ask, curious but already knowing the answer. People have always underestimated you based on looks and size. Starting from your first days at the academy to when you first got your callsign to even after you were nicknamed the ‘Angel of Death.’ Other soldiers had only reinforced Simon’s words that you weren’t worthy of your position, let alone the opportunity to even try.

“Just the way our Lieutenant, or I guess I should start referring to him as ‘First Lieutenant’ now, responded to the details that I didn’t hear. He almost seemed to be. . . worried about having someone else to worry about. Looking at you now though, I can tell we’re going to have nothing to worry about,” He ends with a smile.

Huh, that was new. You didn’t expect that from Soap, but you suppose he’s just full of surprises. Fitting for the demolitionist that has a knack for gunpowder filled surprises. Nonetheless, you had luggage to unpack and sleep to catch up on. You eventually get Soap to leave you alone to your devices, putting on your playlist and unpacking about half of your shit before getting too tired to continue. Laying back on your freshly made bed, your eyes flutter closed and you fall into unconsciousness.

A knock at your door wakes you and you shake off your sleepiness - rubbing your eyes and stretching as you do. The blurriness of both your vision and mind makes you almost forget where you are. Only for a second though.

“Open up, Angel!” Soap yells through the door.

He really had no capabilities of being subtle, did he. You stumble a bit getting out of bed but find your footing and make your way to the wooden door, turning the knob and opening it. The brightness of the hallway makes you flinch slightly before your eyes adjust to the lighting.

“What do you want?” You ask the man who’s simply standing and staring at you.

“You- you don’t have your mask on-” He stammers, seemingly caught between staring and shielding his face out of politeness.

“I mean, I don’t sleep with it on, and you did kind of wake me up, MacTavish,” You sigh, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Oh right! Here’s your food,” Soap smiles sheepishly, taking the tupperware out from behind his back. It has a silly little doodle of himself in cartoon form saying “Food for Angel, No touchy” which you found amusing enough to smile at.

“Thank you Soap, genuinely,” You offer up, taking his gift of food from his hands.

He smiles back at you, sending you a mock salute before heading off to presumably his room. Before he gets to the end of the hallway he suddenly stops and turns, yelling back at you that Price wants to see you in his office after you finish eating. He really waited until the last minute for that one, didn’t he? Despite the slight annoyance you held, it was overshadowed by the simple amusement you had watching the man. He might not have known you knew of his famous shenanigans before you even set eyes on him, but you would get there. You take a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of what the mess hall had to offer for today. It exceeded your expectations, but that could just be the fact that your old base had shit food.

You truly wondered what Price had to say to you, deciding that he was calling you down to fire you for the disrespect you had shown him and your apparent partner by leaving so suddenly. Obviously, it was not going to be that dramatic, but you still worried a tad bit. You were aware that you would likely be working alongside Simon, and some small masochistic part of you accepted this job despite it. Maybe in spite of it. You wanted to prove yourself to him, though you’re now realizing that he’ll eventually need to know your identity. Something you aren’t keen on sharing.

That part of you had been shed long ago, and now your new feathers have grown in.

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chlobliviate · 2 months

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Wolfstar Microfics - Penpals

Words: 792

@wolfstarmicrofic

🌙✨🌙✨🌙

21st August

Moony,

Please tell me you’re still coming this weekend. Evans actually replied to one of James’ (many) letters, and not just to tell him to fuck off, and he is being unbearable. If I have to hear one more sentence that starts “She said” I might just unforgivable myself. Please put me out of my misery, I’ve been helping Effie cook just to get away from the lovesick prick. Note that I can cook now. I’ll show you this weekend, I asked her to teach me how to make Samosas and they’re surprisingly easy. So I can make you samosas now! Hope the moon wasn’t too bad, wish we could have been there.

Padfoot

✨✨✨✨

21st August

Pads,

I’ll be there Friday night, I promise.

To be fair to James, it’s a pretty big deal for him. But rest assured I’ll tell him to shut up if you need me to. Lily didn’t tell me that she replied to him, so now I need to fire off a letter to her and ask her if she sustained a head injury. Please don’t off yourself, I don’t want to spend the week with lovesick Prongs on my own.

Samosas! For me? I’m glad James’ arseholery has resulted in something good at least. I will never tire of Effie’s Samosas, so the bar is high! I hope you’re practicing ready for the weekend, I expect to be wowed.

The moon wasn’t great. I have two ugly new scars on my jaw/cheek, just to prepare you for the weekend.

The wolf misses his friends, and I miss mine.

Moony

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21st August

Dear Lily,

I have received news that you sent a letter to James, and I was so concerned that I had to write to you immediately. Are you alright? Were you injured? How bad was the head injury? Do they think you’ll ever gain back full brain function?

But seriously, what the fuck? He won’t shut up about it and he’s driving Sirius mad. I’m spending the week with them and if he’s as insufferable as Sirius claims, I will be blaming you.

Hope you’re enjoying France.

Also, I told you so.

Remus

🌺🌺🌺🌺

22nd August

Moons,

Sorry the moon was shit. We’ll be back at school by the next one and it’ll be better. Also, I won’t tell you again, your scars aren’t ugly. They’re cool and rugged, and make you look distinguished and mysterious. I will hear no arguments on this subject, thank you. I also meant to ask how many books you’ve read this summer. I think you’ll be incredibly proud that I have read seven whole books in the last month. One of them was mostly pictures, but I think it still counts. I’m agonised that your only issue with my death is that you’ll have to cope with Prongs’ pining alone. Do I truly mean so little to you, Remus? I fear I shall never recover from this slight.

Yours,

Pads

PS: I made another batch of samosas and honestly, you’re going to swoon when you taste them. They’re so good. Effie seems to love bonding with me over a hot stove, and it’s very sweet. I love living here so much. I try not to think about what I’d be doing if I wasn’t here, but sometimes the comparison is helpful. Well, that got sappy. My next letter will only be discussing Quidditch and boobs to make up for it. Counting down the hours til Friday.

✨✨✨✨

23rd August

Pads,

Not long to go now. Can’t wait to see you later, and for samosas.

Seven books? Wow. That’s impressive! I’m a few ahead of that, but I’ve literally had nothing to do but read since July. Moony and Padfoot book club, when?

Can you believe it’s been over a month since I saw you? Maybe you’ve finally had that growth spurt you’ve been hoping for. My mum seems to think I’ve grown, but she always says that.

It wasn’t enough for me to tell you not to top yourself in general? Do you need me to tell you how much I’d miss you creeping into my bed at 3 am and hogging the blankets? Or how sad it would make me to not have to share every cup of tea I make? Weirdly, I would actually miss that, to be fair, so please be alive when I get there.

If I wanted to hear about Quidditch and boobs, I’d write to Prongs. Please spare me. I’ll probably be with you before it arrives, so there’s little point. I might send this right before I floo so you don’t get chance to reply. If so, hi, I’m already here!

Looking forward to swooning over you! your samosas!

Your

Moony

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#fanfic #ao3 #wolfstar #fanfiction #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #wolfstar microfic #marauders #remus loves sirius #sirius loves remus #sirius x remus #jily #if you squint #pen pals

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tonberry-yoda · 7 months

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Hello! Here for the matchup <3

Okay, okay, so... Following your rules, I would like to me matched up with a male One Piece character, if that's alright! My pronouns are she/her and I'm CIShet. As for my personality, I'm very shy at first, but as soon as I realise that the person I'm with is not a threat, I start opening up bit by bit. Once I start warming up to them I become more talkative. I have a very low social battery, so after a while I may go quiet and answer with sounds and/or short sentences-not because I'm upset or anything, but because I need a nap or at least spend some time alone. Still, I always do my best to contribute to conversations and I'm fine with being a listener. I guess it goes without saying that I am a very calm person and while I'm up to almost everything if asked, I'd rather spend time doing activities that don't involve too much socializing due to my anxiety. I am fairly polite and warm even if I'm an introvert because I live by the "Treat people like you want to be treated" motto.

As for the way dress, I always go for something cute. I like dressing up, but not over the top. The real beauty for me lies in simplicty. Most of the time I wear either a dress or a skirt with a sweater when the weather allows me to. I specially like wearing pastel/earth tones. More superficial stuff about myself is that I'm around 4'11ft, kinda chubby and my facial features are often described as "soft" (I'm about as threatening as a hamster, lol). The thing that has been complimented the most about myself is my voice. Some have labeled it as soothing-and, talking about my voice, I'm often asked to speak up because I hate raising my voice

My hobbies are nothing special, tbh. I play videogames, watch shows/movies, sometimes I sing even if I'm not too confident on my voice and I am overall a huge nerd.

Surprisingly enough, I think my love language would be physical touch (though I always mind boundries). It's weird because I don't receive physical affection often, yet when I do I always feel giddy (fun way to say I'm touch starved). My type are guys who like to take the lead since I don't have much iniciative, specially those who stand up for me because I'm the "I asked for something else, but this is nice too so it's okay" kinda gal in every situation. Guess you could say I'm a people pleaser

Other general information about myself is that I am easely overwhelmed by loud noises and bright lights to the point that my head starts hurting if I'm exposed to those for too long. I am also very sensitive/empathetic, gentle, and my head is in the clouds more times than not. I hate conflict and would rather look for a peaceful way to solve it

Aaand that would be all! Hope it's not too much information and no pressure at all! Thank you for taking the time to read 🩷

notes - TONBERRY WRITING?! ANSWERING ASKS ON TUMBLR?!?! THIS IS CRAZY, RIGHT?! Hey anon! I have been on some major hiatus, but suddenly got in the mood to write for a character and your matchup was calling to me! Your patience means the world and I hope I can provide more writing! Let's jump in <3

THE CHARACTER I CHOOSE FOR YOU, DEAR ANON, IS...

ZORO

that gif is hot tee hee

i just really think you two would fit

i dont even really know why lolol, i just read it and was like, yup, she fits with zoro

he's the perfect man to take the lead and protect you and always be by your side

you two love cuddling and taking naps

he needs you in his arms to have the perfect night's sleep

i really like the tone of your writing, anon, it's just so soft and you sound so kind and calm and I think Zoro really thinks that of you too

i think you cool the man down when he gets heated and more often than not, you have to stop an argument between him and that damn cook <3

~~~~~

2024 @tonberry-yoda – do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated

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breadedsinner · 1 year

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Judith Banters: Varric

Varric: So, Judith Hawke … mind if I call you Judy?

Judith: If you can get us on this expedition and it pays off half as well as you claim, you can call me anything you like.

Varric: (chuckles) Good to know. Although ‘Hawke’ might be better on paper. I’ll introduce you to some people who can get you work, if that’s all right. ‘Judy’ is just between us.

Hawke: I think that’s wise. Hawke is swift, it’s strong. Gives no bearing to gender or country. The less people think of me as a person, the more they’re willing to give.

Varric: That’s depressing … and catchy! I need to write that down.

Judith: I take it you don’t get along very well with your brother.

Varric: What could’ve possibly given that away?

Judith: Did you have a bad fight, if I may be so bold?

Varric: No, it’s never anything so cut and dry. He just became this person who only cared about money and influence. By the time I noticed, it felt like he’d always been that way.

Judith: I see. I hope he comes around one day.

Varric: Stranger things have happened, I suppose.

Varric: A little birdy told me you served under the late King of Ferelden, and were at the Battle of Ostagar.

Judith: Was that 'little birdy' my sister?

Varric: She told me not to bring it up, but it’s too enticing. A soldier, betrayed and narrowly escaping death, forced to pick up the pieces of their life and start over.

Judith: What a wordsmith, to sum up one of the greatest tragedies in my life in a single sentence.

Varric: Is something the matter?

Judith: No, it’s just I am only one of many refugees, but I was lucky, to get as far as I did, a place to stay, and work.

Varric: With the money we’ll make in this expedition, you could probably share some of that wealth.

Judith: That’s an excellent idea, Varric. I hope to do just that.

Varric: Do you think it a bit strange that you just … became the leader of this little group?

Judith: Not really. I organized the guild, I’m the one who brought people on, and I have the most martial experience.

Varric: What about Aveline?

Judith: The most martial experience from someone who does not have another job. Besides, I have magnetism. People feel safe with me, they want to follow my instructions.

Varric: I don’t know about that—

Judith: Varric, don’t talk back.

Varric: Yes, ma’am!

(act 2)

Varric: So, Lady Amell, what do you think of your new fancy abode?

Judith: Mother seems to like it.

Varric: That’s great, but I didn’t ask about your mother. I asked what you thought.

Judith: Oh. I appreciate the open space.

Varric: I’m sorry, I guess it’s not the same with your sister in the Circle.

Judith: She passed her Harrowing, and she writes often, at least.

Varric: Maybe she can visit sometime? If the Knight Commander gets the pole out of her ass…

Judith: Varric, what is this rumor about me vowing to marry the person who can defeat me in single combat?

Varric: Just a bit of fun! And it helps combat the whispers as to why the most esteemed bachelor in Kirkwall has never been seen with anyone.

Judith: That’s ridiculous! It’s no one’s business as to why I’m single!

Varric: I’m not arguing that, but get used to it, people in this city talk about other people’s business.

Judith: (groans) At least you added that I kill anyone who can’t beat me, it’s only lead to a few sorry drunken arm-wrestling matches.

(Act 3)

Judith: (Hums happily).

Varric: What’s going on with you?

Judith: Can’t I just be in a cheery mood?

Varric: You have never been one for cheery, and with everything going on, there’s not much to cheer for.

Judith: All the more reason to appreciate joy where you can find it.

Varric: Uh huh. What’s their name?

Judith: (laughs) If you’re so certain it’s because I’ve taken a lover, why don’t we have some fun?

Varric: Oh, I do NOT like where this is going.

Judith: A gold piece, and you can guess. If you guess right, I’ll give you double, but if not, I keep it. Ten guesses.

Varric: All right, I’ll take those odds. Hmm … Anders?

Judith: Not in a thousand years. Pay up.

Varric: All right, so much for the Opposites Attract theory… Cullen?

Judith: Cullen? (chokes) Oh sweet Maker, Varric, you might want to just cut your losses. You’re never going to guess at this rate.

Varric: No, no, this is progress. I’m thinking you don’t like blonds. I’ll be back!

#Judith Hawke #Judy Banters

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lancerious · 1 year

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I'm bored so I want to make a post on why I think Spade King and Susie are more similar than some might initially believe. This is genuinely something I've thought about for such a long time and want to get this out there :P.

Reason #1: Their personalities. There are obviously some differences between the two in this regard--need I bring up Susie swearing every other sentence?--but I do genuinely think both share some core personality traits. Both are fairly hot-headed and get QUITE upset when they don't get their way. Both Susie and Spade King clearly care for those close to them, even if it's not always shown and executed in the best manner. The two also largely operate as lone wolves. We know for a fact Susie used to, and it's certainly implied that Spade King does as well. I think Spade King is simply a more mature version of Susie when it comes to personality, though this isn't to say Spade King's personality is perfect by any means.

Reason #2: Trauma. Admittedly we don't know much about Susie and Spade King's backstories, but I think it's fairly evident both have been through some tough times. I would argue both have been through some abandonment issues. We know Spade King and the Dark World he rules over got neglected and forgotten by Lightners--at least that's what he claims--and while we don't know much about Susie yet, it wouldn't be a stretch to assume she has gone, or is currently going, through something similar.

Reason #3: Lancer. I think it's RELATIVELY obvious by now that Lancer has a close connection to both Susie and Spade King. Spade King is obviously Lancer's father, and Susie is a close, near-positively best friend to the kid. Of course, you could make this same argument with several other characters as well, but it think it resonates strongest with Susie, especially when you consider that Susie was the one to tell Spade King to put Lancer down in Chapter 1. I honestly see Lancer as being the intermediary between the two, as he clearly cares for both his father and friend and doesn't want any bad blood between them.

Reason #4: Their hatred for each other. This point is going to seem contradictory, but it's a fact that people who share similar personalities & traits get on each other's nerves the most. It's likely that a bad habit or negative trait you dislike someone else for is in fact something you yourself struggle with. We don't want to be around people who remind us of ourselves, and I think Spade King and Susie is proof of that. Of course, another reason they despise each other is because one is a Lightner and the other tried to kill said Lightner, but I think a case could be made for this too.

I could honestly spend more time thinking of more reasons, but this is all my scatter-thought brain could think of so far. I genuinely think Spade King and Susie are comparable to some degree, and if Spade King becomes redeemable later on, I could see him being a great mentor to her.

#hate me all you want i think this is accurate #theory time #<- kinda lol #deltarune #needlessly long #susie #susie deltarune #spade king deltarune #spade king

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musicalbl00m · 7 months

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Hello may I request a matchup for Into the Spidervetse and Marvel please? I’m a straight female and my name is Xiomara!

I’m very shy, distant, quiet, and a little awkward. Basically a huge introvert at first. However, once I get to know you better or I at least see that you’re comfortable around me, I’ll get comfortable as well :) And once that happens, you could say I become slightly more extroverted. I get louder, laugh more, and am overall less shy, distant, quiet, and awkward. I’m also very sensitive and have tons of trouble speaking up for myself. When getting yelled at or just insulted, I try and act unbothered but I think everyone knows that I’m holding in my tears at that point… (it’s really embarrassing ok don’t judge 🫠) But one thing I can say is that I’m somewhat funny. When I feel comfortable around people or just someone, I usually let more witty and funny comments out. Hobbies I have are photography, gaming, golfing, bowling, board games, jigsaw puzzles, and listening to music! I mostly do these hobbies solo though since I’m either too scared or nervous to ask someone or even a friend to participate with me. My appearance usually consists of grey sweatpants, grey sweatshirt, and black boots— it’s usually my go to outfit since it’s pretty comfortable. At home, my hair is tied in a low ponytail. Outside however, my hair is let down. I let my hair down outside because I’m hella insecure about my side profile. I have a round face, curtain bangs, eye-bags, black hair, and really dark brown eyes :) some people say they look soulless but idk 🤷‍♀️ I think the only thing that’s preventing my eyes look completely soulless is the fact that I commonly express myself through reactions. I’m also 5’5 ft tall. I also tend to speak using a lot of “uh” or “um” because if usually when I don’t say those two words, I end up mixing up my words and my whole sentence just ends up sounding confusing 😬 Also, I smile at almost everything and anything. I’m one of those people where even in awkward, inappropriate, or tense situations— I’ll smile. It’s especially always common for me to smile when I’m nervous. Most people find this trait comical lol. But in situations where I shouldn’t be smiling but do, I never smile to upset people, I smile because I’m either extremely nervous or I just thought of something funny. Another trait I have that I’ve gotten called weird for is how often I laugh during the night rather than the day. I just feel like during the nights I remember more hilarious things than I usually do during the day. I also laugh really loud when I’m alone so I guess hearing loud laughter in the nighttime is in fact weird 🤥

Hi there Lovely, here's your request <3 so sorry that it took a while<3

Spiderverse:

I match you up with Miguel o'hara!

In my opinion, a more soft and shy personality really fits Miguel. It brings a comfort that he really needs in his life. As your relationship progresses and you become more comfortable and extroverted, i could see him warming up to you as well, teasing you and cracking a few jokes with you. Miguel learned quickly how being yelled at affected you, and tried to change his ways as soon as possible. He doesn't want to hurt you or make you cry, but he just looses his temper sometimes. I could definitely see you having quiet nights in together. Making puzzles or playing board games together, Miguel letting you win to see your smile which he adores. I see Miguel as a person who's a big fan of the grey sweatpants-sweatshirt combination, his whole closet is practically filled with them. He loves it when you steal them from his closet instead of wearing your own, it fills him with a sense of pride (and maybe he likes that you are practically claiming him as yours)

Marvel:

I match you up with Tony Stark!

If there's anyone with enough confidence to balance out a shy personality, it's Tony. If there's anyone who will never hesitate to speak up for you, it's him. He knows about your sensitivity and inability to defend yourself, so he knows exactly when to jump in and be your knight in shining armour. Once he manages to get you more out of your shell, he often cracks jokes with you when he drags you to his lab to keep him company. He loves hearing your laugh echo through the room, and he feels proud that he's the one who made you laugh like that. Tony tries to include you in his lab work by making you puzzles based off of whatever hes making, asking Jarvis to print puzzle models for you to keep you busy when he's working on a particularly difficult project. Tony is super patient with you when your sentences are becoming a bit confusing. Sure, he might tease you a little, but he means no harm with it.

#amateur writer #writers on tumblr #matchup request #request #marvel #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse

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dogmomwrites · 1 year

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Find the Words!

This tag came from @i-can-even-burn-salad, so thank you for including me in this game!

I'll pass it along with soft tags to @sleepyowlwrites, @worldstogetlostin, and @tabswrites, as well as leaving it an open tag! Your words will be frustration, enchanted, overcast, and precaution. If you can't find one, leave a fun fact about your WIP, OCs, or writing process!

My words were heat, hard, harsh, and hurt. These excerpts were taken from books 1, 3, and 4 of my fantasy series.

Heat (taken from Castle 1)Faerdega snarled in frustration, turning away and shooting flames from his muzzle. “This is pointless!”

Flinching, Nuka sent him a dirty look and smothered the book he held before the heat could turn the pages to ash. This wasn’t the first time the dragon had become impatient. “Reading isn’t pointless. It’s an important skill for everyday life.”

“Skill?” he said with a superior scoff. “What need have I of your skill? Your everyday life is different than mine. I don’t want to learn to read.”

“It’ll help kill the boredom. You might even enjoy it.”

The dragon snorted.

“How did you not go crazy, all that time alone down here?”

“I am patient,” he said, “and I slept a lot.”

Hard (taken from Castle 1)Aero held his hand up, cutting her off. “I am not done yet.”

“Done with what?”

“Griping,” Nuka said as they passed her. He was trying very hard to be serious, but his eyes gave him away.

She fell into step behind them. “What are you griping about that’s so important?”

“We got kicked out of prison!”

“What?”

Aero checked up and down the hall to make sure no one was around, then answered. “Faerdega has kicked us out of the prison so he can make horrible screeching noises in peace. Can you imagine? We got kicked out of a prison!”

“You two? Yeah, I can imagine.”

Harsh (taken from Castle 3)“They call him the woodsman and some claim to have seen the wings while most have only seen the person wearing a large, dark cloak, as we did. He does walk with a hunch. No one has seen his face. The location of his hut is either under heavy dispute or changes. And there are arguments over what the woodsman’s voice sounds like. A hoarse rasp, a low growl, a soft hiss, a harsh shriek.”

“I want to go,” Nuka said, as they all knew he would.

“I do not feel we have much choice,” Aero said. “You two keep Arial in this room and do not let her out until she is able to walk on her own. Or speak a single coherent sentence. Saben and I will go speak to the other mercenaries and locals. Perhaps we may at least get a general idea where to look for this thing’s hut.”

Hurt (taken from Castle 4) Her mouth tightened, something not often noticed by anyone, but Nightwish moved from the war table to Ryder. No one heard what he said. Ryder let himself fall sideways so that getting to his feet was easier. He didn’t seem at all bothered by how undignified it was. Then, holding his sheath, he nodded once at his captain and headed for the door.

The movement paused the argument about logs, and everyone watched Ryder. Queen Mirwen had seen many people be kicked out of important meetings for many different reasons. Yet she’d never seen anyone walk away with as little care as he did. There was always some measure of embarrassment, some measure of hurt pride, some measure of insult.

There was none of that with Ryder. Rather than be chastised or even a little shamed by being sent away from the important war meeting, Ryder’s expression was one of relief. His sheath was across both shoulders, his arms hooked over it so that it looked like he was in stocks. Pausing at the door, he half-turned to lift one hand in farewell to his friends.

#find the words #find the word tag #find the word game #tag game #writer games #open tag #open to everyone #original fiction #original characters #my writing #yavs writing #castle in the ice #castle in the ice series

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mynametido · 9 months

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Hola a todos!!

I wanted to make my first post on here about the desired reality that I'm currently focused on. This being my Hogwarts dr. Not Harry Potter, Hogwarts. We'll get to that in a minute. Just a note before we go any further as well, I took huge chunks out of my script when re-writing it here because it's quite lengthy, and all you guys need is the gist. Without further ado here is...

Hogwarts

[ a script ]

INTRO

“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love,” - Albus Dumbledore. I am a 3rd year at Hogwarts School of Wizardry, and I have plans to become a dragon-keeper/dragonologist.

WHERE I ARRIVE

I am riding the Hogwarts express on my way to the Hogwarts School of Wizardry for my first day of year 3.

Our (Fred and I) train carriage smells distinctly like coffee and vanilla beans.

ABOUT ME

Things

- Name = OR name

- 15 years old

- Birthday = February 27th

- I am a full-blood.

- I am an optimistic extrovert.

Background

- Basically long story short my parents died in a house fire when I was 7 and I've been living with my adopted family ever since I was 9.

Appearance

- I don't have a face claim because I just script that I have my desired appearance and let my subconscious fill in the rest. But I guess some unique things that I've written down are:

Food doesn't affect my health or weight.

This just makes life so much easier. No second guessing that extra cookie or unnecessary guilt/shame for "unhealthy" cravings.

I am immune to any facial blemishes, acne, hyper pigmentation, large pores, blackheads, etc. My skin is flawless in every way and is always completely clear.

I'm a little bit of a perfectionist, guys, if you haven't already figured out, but only where it counts. I don't buy into the whole idea that you have to script in flaws for your dr to be "realistic" and meaningful. My motto is, "Even if the world is burning and crashing down around me, at least I'm hot."

(My nails) are indestructible, so they never break when I don't want them to.

Don't mind me, just taking out any minor inconvenience wherever I can. 🧍🏽‍♂️

Skills

- I can sing really well.

- I am fluent in 6 languages: English, Spanish, French, Korean, and Russian + ESL. I am immune to losing fluency in any of these languages.

- I can play chess well.

- My reading pace is 20 spp (seconds per page)

I completely just made that up btw, i don't think that spp is an actual thing. 💀

- I am an amazing artist. My style is so fun. I can easily draw anything and turn it into a masterpiece.

- I can play the piano really well. I am skilled at playing by ear.

You know essentially all of your default run of the mill dark academia associations. Piano playing, chess, speaking Russian, etc etc.

SCHOOL

Academia/status

So I'll just show the first few sentences of each bullet I created because the rest is just fluff.

I get 100%'s on all my tests, assignments, assessments, etc, without fail. I literally am incapable of getting less than perfection on everything. I always get homework and tests done fast with A++ accuracy. I am an excellent student. During a test, I could close my eyes and fill in random answers, and still get full marks on every question.

900 IQ groundbreaking big brain energy with this one everyone (being sarcastic obvi). Why should I work harder when I can...well damn not work at all right?

I am so popular. Everyone absolutely loves me. I am the main character. I live the most exciting teen dream filled life. My life is so interesting and fun, it's like a literal movie. My life is like that one part of the song Art Deco. I can live in the present easily and live each day moment to moment. Everything in my life is perfect. Everyday is an adventure.

I swear I have that song on loop in my head. Lana Del Rey is our lord and savior. 🙏 ❤️

As well as having a separate living area for each house, there is also a designated study space that is outside of the school for each house. The study space is open for students 24/7.

It's such bull that in the movies and books, they have a curfew. No one cares that I'm off doing my hot girl shit hitting them books at 12 am.

Schedule

(First class starts at 8:45 and last class ends at 2:30)

◗ 　1rst period - Core class: Potions

◗ 　2nd period - Core class: Herbology

◗ 　3rd period - All school year: Study Hall (45 minutes)

◗ 　4th period - Elective: Astronomy (1rst semester)

◗ 　4th period - Elective: Transfiguration of charms (2nd semester)

◗ 　5th period - All school year: Lunch

◗ 　6th period - Elective: Divination (1rst semester)

◗ 　6th period - Elective: Care of Magical Creatures (2nd semester)

◗ 　7th period - Core class: History of Magic

◗ 　8th period - Defense Against the Dark Arts

FRIENDS/FAMILY

Family

- Adam Rabon & Lowell Rabon: Adam and Lowell, 38 and 36, are my dads. My parents have been in a loving relationship since Adam was 22 and Lowell was 20. They are in a happy and healthy relationship with each other and will be with each other until death do them part. They are both full-bloods.

- Tobi Rabon: Tobi is my younger brother by 9 years. We have a really strong sibling bond, and my parents adopted him when he was 5 about a year ago.

- Natalie Rabon: Natalie is my aunt on Adam's side. She is a half-blood.

- Aaliyah Haughton: Aaliyah is my aunt on Lowell's side. She is a full-blood.

- 🧸 Fred Weasley: Me and Fred have been friends for 7 years. My family has been longtime customers to the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes in Diagon Alley. We live very close to the Weasley house.

Friends/Other People

- *TB* Benjamin Wadsworth

- *TB* Someone from my OR

- (Mar) Marlon Wayans

SAFETY

- I am immune from any diseases, illnesses/sicknesses, or any other health impairments (such as lice, and etc.)

- My safeword to leave and go to my OR is "Jumanji", I can't forget this safeword.

- 1 second in or = 1 year in dr

- I have a high pain tolerance.

- I can only die from old age.

- I have an infinite amount of money to spend.

- Neither do Harry Potter or he who shall not be named exist in this reality.

They can both take their raggedy petty ass drama to another reality + (disclaimer: I am not talking about Daniel Radcliffe), Harry seems like he'd be super annoying irl. Anyways, side tangent over.

- I have all my desired clothes and accessories.

- Everything in my dr tastes, looks, feels, sounds, and smells 10x better than my or.

So that's the end of the blog. If you want me to go more in-depth about different parts of my script that I left out, pm me, and we'll talk! I'm still trying to figure out Tumblr, so I don't even know if pms are a thing on here. Okay okay I'm done for now. Happy shifting everyone! ☆☆☆

#Spotify #shifting #shifting realities #desired reality #hogwarts #harry potter #master shifter

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natsglorifiedsimp · 2 years

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… so I had this thought… it’s probably a terrible one, but I figured I’d put it out there. If you like it, you can write it. If you don’t like it, just ignore this ask lol

Prompt: mother!natasha and daughter!reader………. on vormir.

“Thanos left with the stone, without his daughter.” Natasha states.

Y/n whispers, “…now you have to leave without yours.”

Can't live without you

This prompt is amazing and it gave me ideas, thank you anon <3. And this is my first ask so yes I'm gonna write it.

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@diaryoflife @xxromanoffxx @simp-erformarvelwomen and to the amazing anon who requested this I love you

Since the snap, everything scattered into nothing. Life suddenly felt lacking. The joy, the crowded rooms, the love and happiness that was shared from one person to another was suddenly gone just in a snap of a finger.

But at least you have your mom right? She's there every day trying to assure you that someday everything will be fine, that the world is still the same even if half of the people were gone.

But it's not the same.

Even if your mom tells you how it's fine. How she acts that she got it all together. You know deep down she was not okay. That she's trying to hold on to everything.

You are an Avenger. She is too.

You didn't even know if the Avengers still exists. Sure your mom still communicates with Carol, Steve, Rocket, and the others but there was barely anything else to do.

The constant looking of your mom at the security of the compound that you know was unnecessary cause it barely had any interaction with any of it. Your mom always finds anything she could fix even tho some of it was a natural occurrence.

Those were the signs that she was trying to hold on because of that you had hoped too.

You and your mom became the glue that stick with the Avengers. You both pulled on the strings the others were trying to let go. You both won't let go no matter how much it burns your hands and your mind trying to tell you to just move on and set them free.

But you both cant.

So when they found a solution. You and your mom were ecstatic. The strings that you both tried to pull were now coming closer. The Avengers were back again to save the world.

You and your mom were both assigned to Vormir. Your mom and Uncle Clint were paired up but you insisted on switching places with him. So Clint went with Cap, Tony, Bruce, and Scott instead.

You were breathless hiking at this freaking high peak mountain. And you thought that was the hardest part but it wasn't.

When this red muscular system man said the words "A soul for a soul" you manage to scoff at how ridiculous his face and what he claims to be the only way to get the stone.

"This is ridiculous ma" you scoffed, eye-rolling at the red-faced man who looked at you with the ugliest stare. "You don't actually believe this shit" you stared at your mom who gave you a glare.

"Sorry for cussing" you shrugged. "But I mean maybe he's lying, right? Or maybe he's she? I don't know!" You exclaimed, honestly you didn't think it was a lie this was one of your nervous rambling. The hanging jokes that were one of them.

"No y/n, he's not lying" your mom murmured. She was rather calm or was it just a facade?

She walked toward you and held your hands. She traced your arms up unto your shoulder and to your head. Encouraging you to rest your forehead on hers.

"Thanos left with the stone, without her daughter" your mom muttered. Was she deciding for you? You know what the next sentence would be. You know she'll sacrifice herself. Her voice was more of a decision than a debate. Her eyes bore into yours telling you how much she loves you.

You looked at her with the same determination. You'd rather die than to see her die.

"Now you have to leave without yours" you whispered. With a quick and firmed motion, you pinned your mother down, causing the redhead to gasp at the impact. Her eyes blurred for a moment and she sees you running to the cliff. Once her vision cleared she aimed her widow bites at your back and hits you bullseye causing you to fall and spasm.

Natasha immediately got up and wasted no time running to the cliff. She leaped at the edge and closed her eyes bracing for the impact but much to her dismay you jumped with her.

You both whirled at the air and with a swift motion, you attached a harness to her back and aimed at the cliff. The abrupt stop made both of you hit the rocks of the cliff and at one minute you slipped into your mother's hold and hung with one hand to hers.

Your mother grasps you with a tight hold. She looked at the harness and realized it was very well attached.

"Damn you" she breathed. She was always proud that the Avengers find you much better than the ex-assassin. You were more precise and calculated. She always bragged about how you could beat her but right now she hated the fact that you had beaten her. You smirked at her and looked down at the ground.

"Mama, let me go" you uttered. Nat shooked her head in disapproval. You saw how her eyes held anger, protest, and distress. You gave her your best smile. That smile reminded her of your first smile when you were a baby. That smile was what gave her hope and right now it gave her anguish that she didn't wanna feel.

"No y/n/n, you can't leave me" she protested, her voice was low, and she swallowed the lump in her throat. "I can't live without you okay?"

"And I can't live without you" you breathed out. You holding on to your mom were straining your arm. And the gravity was pulling you down. You needed to let go.

"It's okay mama. You can stop holding on now" you assured her. You looked down at the bottom again and up to your mom. Your eyes and hers were both filled with unshed tears.

"I love you" you whispered and with a last push, your hands slid on your mother's hold. Even falling you smiled at her to convince her that you weren't worried, that it was okay.

The last thing you saw and heard was your mother's scream and her scrambling at the harness trying to catch you but it was useless you were gone.

She blinked and the scene was new. She looked around trying to see if it was a nightmare but it was not. The stone proved it.

Your mom held the stone close to her chest. Crying in agony. You were gone and she didn't say she loved you too. She loved you with all her heart. There were many things she wanted to tell you. She needed to tell you that you were her hope, her reason to live and to thrive. And she can't do that without you.

She wanted to see you grow. To see you get married to a boyfriend or girlfriend. She wanted to spend every birthday you had. She wanted you to be here.

She never felt this pain before. The pain that she heartfelt seeing you fall. It was constricting and unbearable. She never felt guilt like this before. She wanted to be swallowed by the ground, to be gone and be with you instead.

She came back at a time without you. She didn't see you in a minute. She lost you in a minute.

The team won and made sure all the sacrifices were worth it.

They won but at what cause?

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mionemymind · 3 years

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Chapter 3: The Harsh Treatment

Fake Memories

Series Summary: After Y/n is caught cheating on Wanda with Carol, Y/n would do just about anything to get Wanda back into her life. But was it even Y/n’s fault that she cheated? Or was it the new enemy set on revenge?

Chapter Summary: What will happen to Y/n as the team pushes her past her limits?

A/n: I lied, I decided to be nice and post it now. Honestly, the amount of support that I’m receiving from this fanfic has literally made me smile so much. I really love all of you who read and/or comment. You mean the world to me. Let me know what you think. :) (Not my GIF)

Warnings: Starvation, harmful thoughts, curse words, self-doubt, mentions of blood, injuries, angst

Word Count: 5k

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Y/n abruptly woke up at the feeling of pressurized gas coursing through her body. She quickly sat up, unable to see anything in the white fog. The cold feeling only lasted a couple seconds before F.R.I.D.A.Y stated, “Fire has been contained.” Y/n hugged herself for warmth as she waited for the fog to disappear. This was the 13th time this month that she was woken up with pressurized gas. At first, it was foam but someone in maintenance had changed the system after the 5th time she woke up.

Y/n looked at her surroundings and sighed at the damages to her sheets. There were burn marks along with small amounts of frostbite from the gas. “At this rate, I won’t have money for food.” With a grim face, Y/n got up from her bed and proceeded with taking everything off her bed, a routine she unfortunately started to learn.

Y/n didn’t know when things got worse. If she had to guess, maybe it was after the whole fiasco with Wanda. The team had been on edge ever since then. “They probably thought I hurt her,” Y/n thought at the time, but it was far from the truth. She had wanted to explain herself to the team but dismissed those thoughts with, “What’s the point in trying? I’ll always be guilty to them.”

As for Wanda, the still heartbroken girl didn’t dare to speak to the team about that night. Even she didn’t quite know what happened. Since that night, she only lied to herself stating that maybe Y/n had done something. It would probably remove the guilt she had when she thought of the blood running down Y/n’s face. But even the lie couldn’t repress the truth from her thoughts.

After she collected her bedding, she threw it away in the trash can along with the other damaged beddings. Y/n grabbed her wallet off her night stand and opened it. She couldn’t feel it, but her heart dropped at the sight of the lack of money she had. Only a $20 dollar bill as well as a couple ones were left. She closed her eyes and tried her best to keep herself calm, to try and act like the world wasn’t closing in on her. It was a couple minutes later when she opened her eyes and looked at her wallet again. “This was supposed to last me for the rest of the month.” Y/n rubbed her forehead, feeling the overwhelming stress from her lack of funds.

One might ask, “Aren’t you an Avenger? Shouldn’t you make a shit ton of money.” And at one point, Y/n would say yes, she did. But it all came back to that night. A week after, she had overheard a conversation that went…

“I just don’t understand why you’re doing this to her.” Y/n was about to go around the corner, but decided to wait at the sound of Steve’s voice. “It’s simple Rodgers - unless I have to remind you why we needed to redo the glass in the conference room.” Steve sighed at Tony’s simple minded actions. Y/n could practically feel him crossing his arms in a disapproving manner.

“Well she did work fair and hard for her money Tony - this just feels wrong.” Y/n heard a couple clicks before Tony replied with, “This is for Wanda. Anything to get Y/n out of here by her own means is worth it. If you have a problem with this, you must not care as much for Wanda as I thought.” Steve sighed again seeing as he was morally put in an awkward position. It was either care for Y/n or care for Wanda. “That’s what I thought.” Tony left with a smug look on his face as he clicked more on the screen in front of him.

It didn’t take long for Y/n to see the effects of Tony’s decision. Her pay day was the following day and the overwhelming sense of panic and anxiety rose up within her as she only had $400 to survive until the next pay day, which was a month later. Since then, her food portions have been small to say the least. Y/n learned that she only had enough money for the month to eat at least once a day and even that was cutting it. The dramatic changes to her diet had slowly affected her powers but it recently had an exponential increase.

This was her fourth month of hardly eating when her powers started to flare at night. It has gotten to the point that Y/n couldn’t control them in her sleep leading to F.R.I.D.A.Y having to deal with her fireside. But her powers weren’t the only thing that has changed. If anyone were to actually look, they would see that Y/n had gotten skinnier. Her literal glow was getting duller and duller the more time passed.

However, Y/n refused to feel sorry for herself. The sentence “I deserve this” was burned into her head. The brain tricks she puts herself through even allowed her to convince that Tony's decision was right. That Wanda didn’t need to tell the truth to the team. That Steve didn’t need to defend her. And that the team certainly was allowed to make her feel like nothing. Because to Y/n, if she didn’t deserve this, then why would you possibly treat a person like this? Just why?

Of course, Wanda didn’t notice these changes at all. The girl was trying her best to avoid Y/n as much as possible. She always had exit strategies in place in case she were to be in the same vicinity as Y/n. However, Wanda also didn’t notice that lack of Y/n’s presence. Much to her dismay, Y/n’s efforts were the reason they didn’t see each other much.

What Wanda did notice though was the slow and gradual decline of snacks in her cubby. It left her to question whether Natasha was done doing these small favors for her. But her reports were still getting done.

The red head didn’t have much room to think though as she got slammed down on the mat from the other red head. “Take a ten - you’re distracted and we can’t keep going like this.” Wanda grumbled at another failed attempt to flip Natasha over. Hand to hand combat was one of the few subjects that Wanda hated the most. With the help of Natasha, Wanda got up and walked over to the waters on the other side of the room. She was gulping down the remaining when Natasha’s words caught her off guard. “What happened?”

Wanda cocked an eyebrow while still drinking her bottle, needing more elaboration. Natasha faced Wanda while hundreds of thoughts racked her mind. Luckily for her, Wanda had trained her on how to make them quiet enough that Wanda wouldn’t be able to hear. When Natasha found the right words, she said, “I am not doubting you. I am doubting her…” Wanda closed the bottle and looked around the room to avoid Natasha’s eyes. This had been the first time that anyone from the team had remotely even asked her about that night. To be frank, she hadn’t expected Natasha to be the one to break the ice. Usually it was Steve that would act like the team’s counselor. Guess things change.

Wanda sighed and recollected her memory for the night that continued to haunt her. “One minute, I left to get a drink from the bar. - she said that she needed to go to the bathroom. The next minute, I come back to see her all over blondie.” Wanda’s grip on the bottle tightened at the words she was going to say next. “I thought it was a mistake - that she could have been too drunk that night - b-but her thoughts were so - loud.” Wanda slammed her fist at the table in front of her, tears already falling down her cheeks. “A-a-and I saw everything-”

The broken hearted girl didn’t have much energy left in her to continue. She dropped to her knees and sobbed into her hands. Natasha kneeled beside Wanda. She pulled the poor girl into her arms, trying her best to physically comfort her. But nothing could really make Wanda feel better. What could you say to a girl that saw every moment where her girlfriend has cheated on her? Nothing - you say nothing.

“It’s quite pathetic actually,” Tony said as he spun the rod, causing his player to score in foosball. He was currently versing Steve as the two decided to quietly speak about Y/n’s actions for the past couple weeks. Going on the defense again, Steve shot back but Tony was quick to block. “She’s probably just trying to get her money back.” Steve huffed from the sudden slap shot as well as Tony’s rude words.

For the past couple weeks, Y/n had gone from trying to win Wanda back to trying to win the whole team back. The first thing they noticed was all the completed mission reports and the continuation of it. Clint was the first to jokingly comment, “Bruce must really love mission reports.” But the genius bore a confused look before replying with, “It wasn’t me. Even I haven’t had anything to do in my stack for a couple days.” Bruce had a displeasured look on his face. Clint just assumed it was either he wanted to do his stack of reports or the comment was actually true...or maybe both.

When it was time for the meeting, Clint had asked everyone in the room, minus Y/n, on who was completing the mission reports for everyone. “Well, I’m doing Wanda’s and mine,” Natasha claimed as she sat in her usual spot. No one was able to detect her lie, but then again, Natasha was always good at lying.

Clint was quick to figure out that the only person remaining must have been the person responsible. With a straight forward voice, he explained to the team that Y/n had been completing everyones, besides Wanda’s and Natasha’s, reports. Still, Natasha sat there, copying the confused looks on everyone’s faces. She didn’t care to tell them the truth, it wasn’t worth it. However, the meeting proceeded with little comment on Y/n’s actions. She wasn’t worth the mention.

“What if she actually is trying to say sorry to us?” Steve couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty for Y/n, but Tony’s words made the guilt go all away. “Oh - so miss Hydra over here actually wants to apologize - hilarious Steve.” With that, Tony quickly spun the rod and scored the final point, making him win the game. What the two failed to realize was the fact that Y/n had overheard their conversation. She no longer felt hungry for the day and had retreated back to her room, feeling overwhelmingly numb from the confession she heard.

It was a new and different day for Wanda. She had managed to want to try and sit in the common room with her team seeing as sitting in her room no longer gave her the same satisfaction anymore. Scrolling through the tv, she was about to pull up Bewitched when the following words appeared on the screen:

Bewitched is longer provided on Netflix. Please see related tv shows.

“What do you mean it’s no longer available?” Wanda frustratedly questioned. And here she was trying to have a good day. “Sorry kid, I guess Netflix took it off their streaming service,” Clint said as he leaned over the couch. “No why would they do that?!” Wanda said with an exasperated look. Clint simply shrugged, Netflix did have an awful reputation for getting favorites removed or canceled. “No clue, but you could try other shows.” Wanda crossed her arms and huffed at his suggestion. “I was really feeling Bewitched today.” Ruffling her hair, Clint left after saying, “Try to feel for something else.”

However, Wanda had failed to feel anything but angry for the remaining of the day. It wasn’t until she sat in her room for the night, aimlessly finding shows in her room when she noticed Bewitched on her home screen. She quickly clicked on it noticing that all eight seasons are there for her own viewing. Her mood immensely increased for the night as she fell asleep in the middle of season two.

Outside of her room, Y/n had been cleaning up the compound for the night. It was getting harder and harder to clean the kitchen when everything in her wanted to just take a couple of snacks for herself. Her hunger was constantly on her mind as well as the stupid flashes that have sporadically appeared more and more everyday. But she wanted more than anything to prove to the team that she is a good person. Stealing, no matter how minor, was probably the last thing she needed to be labeled as.

When she completed for the night, she returned to her room but paused outside of her door when she heard the Bewitched theme song loudly play in Wanda’s room. A small smile appeared on her face as she walked back into her room and slept on the floor tonight.

“Did it ever occur to you that I love you - like a lot?” The couple were laying in Carol’s room decorated with punk rock posters and pictures of their team. Small plants were placed around the room while Malcolm in the Middle was used as background noise.

“Nah. I haven’t heard you say it in approximately - 10 minutes?” Carol laughed as Y/n glanced at her watch. They laid on their sides as they faced each other, their faces being only inches away. “Well I do.” Carol cupped Y/n’s cheek as she soon grew mesmerized.

There are words to always describe feelings with someone but they all felt overused or incomplete. Because everything felt like this daydream colored borders with warm tones and retro filters as she glanced at Y/n. She felt like she was watching a show that she would never get tired of. Even if the show was in color or black and white, new or old, slow or fast, she would watch just to see her. Just her.

“You do what?” Carol flicked Y/n’s forehead at her response. “Kidding - kidding.” Y/n said as she rubbed her forehead. Carol rolled her eyes and kissed Y/n’s head as she cuddled into her arms, legs tangled within the sheets. “I do love you.” Y/n kissed her hair as she combed it with her hand. “I know,” she whispered, hoping Carol would pick up on the secret reference. Because to Y/n, yeah, she’s worth a whole galaxy.

It was the middle of the night when Steve woke up from a nightmare that shook him from his slumber. Rather than staying in bed to force himself to sleep, he got up and headed to the kitchen for a late night snack.

Heading into the pantry, Steve pursed his lips noticing that Y/n’s cubby had been empty for weeks it seems like. The guilt that was slowly forming inside him kept building and building. Although he knew he could try to do something about it, the loyalty he had to his family - to Wanda. That was something he didn’t want to break.

The relationship with Wanda and Steve was something similar to a father and daughter relationship. Steve had always wanted a kid of his own and Wanda had lost her father. The irony of it all just happened to work for the two. Even though Wanda nor Steve would admit it out loud, they viewed each other as the roles that needed to be filled in their lives. They needed each other regardless of titles.

But then there was Y/n. The troubled girl that made Steve absolutely nervous with how quick her and Wanda seemed to like each other. It absolutely didn’t help Steve’s case when the whole team found out about Y/n’s past. His anxiety had practically skyrocketed. It eventually led to a one on one talk with Wanda about how sometimes we need to protect ourselves before letting people in.

But Y/n was still there. Breaking down Wanda’s walls. So just like any Dad would, Steve watched over. Making sure his girl was always happy and safe. So while Natasha may have refilled Wanda’ cubby and did her reports, Steve had carried Wanda to bed during nights she couldn’t sleep. He made her tea for times that she didn’t want to talk, which was often. He tucked her in at night and cuddled with her when she needed a shoulder to cry on. He was just there.

But so was she. She was there whenever Wanda cried at night. She was there when Wanda would sometimes forget to eat after busying herself all day. She was there to take care of Wanda. She was there when Steve wasn’t. And that meant everything to Steve. So why couldn’t Steve be there for Y/n?

There were a lot of unanswered questions roaming around Steve’s head. Rather than pondering more about them, he walked around the tower, eating a pack of cookies for himself. Just as he was turning the corner, he glanced towards the conference room to see Wanda asleep in front of her reports. However, the more alarming part was the girl that happened to be right in front of Wanda. Steve quickly grew on high alert and observed Y/n’s actions. However, after a couple minutes of harmless actions, Steve forced his shoulders to relax. “She’s just doing reports - calm down,” Steve thought.

But he couldn’t calm down. The guilt had maneuvered it’s way back up to his throat as he actually noticed the pale state of the once bright girl. For someone that had literal fire abilities, she lacked the glow of any raging fire. Feeling nothing but guilt all over, Steve felt compelled to say something - anything. But he froze. He didn’t know what to say.

However, the opportunity soon was lost as Y/n finished everyone’s stack of reports. Steve hid around the corner as Y/n passed him. Hearing a door close was when Steve stepped out of hiding. He glanced towards the direction of Y/n’s room, feeling every need to go to her. But his footsteps led him to Wanda. He picked her up and carried her to her room. Wanda will always be first in Steve’s heart. And nothing could change that.

“We have to stop this treatment Tony.” Steve waltzed into Tony’s lab the very next day. For once, he couldn’t sleep for the remainder of the night. Y/n was all over his mind. The guilt was practically eating him alive.

Tony rolled his eyes at Steve’s dramatic fashion for entrances. “Oh - good morning Tony - how are you - I’m actually pretty good.” Steve rolled his eyes as he stood in front of Tony, a hologram in between the two.

“Cut the crap Tony - I’m being serious.” Steve crossed his arms. This needed to end. “And you think I’m not Rodgers?” Tony was quick to respond, already growing irritated by the conversation.

“This isn’t right - none of this right.” Steve wiped the hologram to finally get a clear view of Tony as he grew frustrated by the second. Tony simply swiped it back, not wanting to deal with the issue. “Well maybe if she just quit - we wouldn’t need to worry about anything. It’s not my fault Fury hired Ms. Hydra - and if he finds out I fired her, he would not allow it at all.”

“But can’t you see that your stupid plan isn’t working? All we’re doing is abusing the girl.” Steve wiped the hologram again but Tony simply walked to a different station and continued his work. Angry with his response, Steve walked around the table and stood beside Tony.

“This needs to end Tony,” Steve said through his gritted teeth. The man was clenching his jaw so hard, it almost looked as if he was going to break his teeth. However, Tony quickly glared at Steve at the mention of his threat.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Can’t you actually see that I’m trying to protect Wanda.” Steve tilted his head at the awful reasoning for his actions. “How is this protecting Wanda? Why are you even trying to protect her?”

Tony slammed his fist into the table, feeling his anger rising by the second. “We - no - I need to protect her Steve!”

“Why Tony? Why?”

“Because I’m the goddamn reason her parents and her country is dead. I’m the reason that everything she ever loved is gone. I’m the reason for her sadness. She, of all people, deserves happiness. And I sure as hell won’t let anyone else hurt her anymore - no more Steve.” Tony didn’t give Steve a chance as he walked out the facility needing a day drink more than ever.

It was lunch time and all Wanda could think about was the need to cook paprikash. She didn’t know when the last time she had actually cooked. And seeing as the majority of the team was on missions, she could actually cook without interruptions or lingering eyes.

Walking into the kitchen, Wanda tied her hair up and started to take out the necessary ingredients for the meal. It was when she was talking the spices out when Vision had appeared out of nowhere, nearly scaring the girl. “Vision!”

Sensing a slight rise in her heart rate and anger, Vision had quickly apologized. “Sorry Wanda.” Wanda shook her head and quickly resumed prepping. “I will try to work on making my presence known. If I may ask, what is it that you’re doing?”

“I’m making paprikash.” Vision’s mind grew curious at the word and quickly searched his database for it. “I see. A traditional Sokovian food.” Wanda didn’t realize it, but she had felt a little annoyed at the synthezoid’s presence. It wasn’t anything he did, but Wanda desperately wanted alone time for herself.

Before she could ask, Vision had said, “Good morning Y/n.” Wanda’s quickly grew wide as she avoided glancing in Y/n’s direction. She hadn’t stayed in the tense position though as Vision announced, “Oh - it seems she had left before saying hi back.”

Feeling ever more frustrated with people’s presence, Wanda was about to ask him to leave but noticed the confusion written all over his face and didn’t hesitate to ask, “What is it Vision?” Vision pursed his lips and contemplated his words. It was visibly obvious to see that he was trying to wrack up what to say. “I think...it’s just…” He sighed knowing that this was going to be a sensitive subject to the witch but knowing everything she's been through, lying was not the best option. “It’s just that Y/n-” Wanda quickly cut Vision off in desperation to know what Y/n had done to Vision. If the girl were to even lay a finger on him, she was sure to deal with it herself. “What did she do? Did she hurt you? I swear-” Seeing her eyes turn red, Vision immediately explained himself. “-No no no. It’s not that, the complete opposite actually.” Wanda’s eyes slowly turned back to normal. When Vision saw that her heart rate was close to normal, he continued. “It’s just that...Y/n’s vitals have been decreasing in a fluctuating matter. Some days it would be a small decrease, but some days it would be a big decrease. Overall, her health has been poor.” Vision looked back at where Y/n once stood. If he hadn’t quickly analyzed her, he wouldn’t have noticed that today’s vitals was record worst. “Although she does have physical injuries, she seems to continue to radiate pain throughout her body even when those injuries have healed. It starts through her head and it spreads like a radio wave through her nervous system. I’ve done my calculations and the leading cause could be migraines...” Vision soon was in deep thought, trying to recalculate just to make sure what he was about to say was correct. “...but it doesn’t make sense.”

Wanda tilted her head. Processing this information was hard seeing as at her darkest moments, she wanted nothing but Y/n to be hurt. She deserved it for all the pain she caused her to go through. But hearing it now? That was a different story. It was like an internal conflict was going through her. Should she even care about Y/n’s health? “What doesn’t make sense?” Vision looked hard into Wanda’s eyes as he said, “Migraines shouldn’t cause her heart to stop multiple times.”

Wanda stared at Vision, processing the information that the love of her life is practically dying. “A-are you sure?” Vision slowly nodded. “However, after some calculations, I do believe she will be okay. She only needs a good source of food for her healing regeneration to fully heal this.” Wanda relaxed at Vision’s words. Although she has been through immense pain through these past couple months, having Y/n gone from her life like that would hurt more than anything.

Before Vision could continue his explanation, F.R.I.D.A.Y stated, “Emergency alert. All available Avengers please head to the quinjet per the request of Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers.” Quickly, the two headed to the plane as the important part of Vision’s explanation was missed. Little did Wanda know, Y/n would not heal any time soon.

The trio arrived on the quinjet and wasted no time trying to figure out the mission that was ahead of them. There was a serious feel in the atmosphere sensing that this had to be bad. There was no way that it couldn’t have been. Because if it wasn’t, they certainly wouldn’t have invited Y/n to this mission.

Lately, the girl has been assigned to only solo missions. Y/n couldn’t quite remember the last time that she was on a mission with any team member nevermind the fact with the whole team.

“Backup is needed immediately after touch down. Vision and Wanda, meet up with Steve and Sam at the Northeast corridor. Y/n, you are assigned to the entrance,” Tony stated through the intercom.

The feeling in Y/n’s stomach worsened. Not only was she hungry and sleep deprived, she didn’t also have a partner with her. It also didn’t help the fact that the flashes have gotten worse. Y/n couldn’t help but pray for a miracle. After all, they were dealing with the very people Y/n hated - Hydra.

Y/n couldn’t quite tell when things on the mission got to shit. Maybe it was the fact that as soon as they touched down and went to their assigned positions, Y/n received a massive swarm of Hydra agents. It didn’t help that her health regeneration was not at its peak or these agents actually were decently trained. Or was it during the third wave, that was currently happening, where Y/n tested the limits of her body.

Seeing the onslaught of agents coming her way, Y/n decided it was time to test out her new ability. She rapidly swung her right arm, building momentum as the fire within her right side blazed. As soon as the enemies were close, she released a fire tornado in their path. It had managed to take out at least half of the wave, but more and more kept coming.

Pressing her comms, Y/n said, “Can someone send back up my way?! There’s too many for me to handle.” Y/n kicked back the agent that was about to stab her in the back, but was too distracted to the point a different agent was able to cut her leg. “Fuck.”

Y/n quickly released an ice wall that at first glance, appeared to be the same height as the Great Wall of China. She hoped the barrier would give her enough time for her backup to appear. Focusing all her energy on her fireside, Y/n aimed at any agent near her, using her arm as a flamethrower.

However, worry immediately grew when no one had responded to her call within a couple minutes. Before she could request again, Nat had spoken bitterly in the comms, “On my way.” Sighing in relief, Y/n continued to fight off the agents the best she could.

But no matter how hard she tried to buy herself time, it seemed that Natasha was taking forever to come. It had gotten to the point that multiple lashes already appeared. Her healing regeneration couldn’t keep up at all. Not only that, but her body was either giving up from exhaustion or blood loss. It was only during the last couple agents when Natasha had shown up and quickly killed the remainder.

Y/n glanced at the assassin and noticed the lack of any injuries on her and it was as if she barely broke a sweat. “What happened? I almost got killed.”

Natasha glared at Y/n as she responded with, “I helped Bucky and Rhodey on the way, they needed it.” Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat knowing the redhead in front of her had practically lied. If backup was needed, it was always voiced through comms.

Even if Y/n had wanted to confront Natasha about it, she couldn’t. Natasha had already left to head to the quinjet. Y/n simply limped a couple feet from her. When Y/n arrived, it seemed that everyone else was already prepared for take off. Feeling ever more guilty, Y/n simply sat at the closet seat to the entrance that was away from the team. But something inside her broke even more noticing the lack of any questions or concerns from the team in regards to her injuries.

Not even bothering to buckle up, Y/n sulked in her thoughts when she realized, “Why doesn’t anyone care about me?”

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allthingschrisevans · 3 years

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somebody to you pt. 2

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: slightly fighting, maybe a bit angsty? probably bad plot (i’m sorry i suck at writing)

word count: 730

summary: steve and you have been good friends even before he became the famous captain america. but to you he has always been more than a friend. what happens when you two meet eachother again after seven decades, has anything changed?

a/n: thank you for the love on the first part it means the world i love you all so much so here’s a second part (sorry it took me so long to upload) but i hope you will enjoy :)

read part 1 here :)

“What’s that?” Steve asked.

“Huh?” you looked up at him surprised, following his eyes to your wrist, before quickly pulling your hand away remembering the scar you had that Steve was so familiar with.

“Shit” you thought to yourself...

After Steve’s question you started panicking, quickly pulling your hand away, trying to hide the obvious.

But you weren’t fast enough, Steve got a hold of your wrist, looking you in the eyes before saying

“No, seriously what is this, Y/N?”

“It’s- uh- I cut my wrist open...when I...went hiking...as a kid..and I slipped on a rock and fell on the ground” you replied not very convincing.

The look on Steve’s face showed you that he wasn’t impressed with your made-up story. Fair enough you wouldn’t have believed yourself either. That’s for sure.

“Seriously, Y/N. Do you really think I’d buy that story? he said raising his voice a little.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re tal-” you tried explaining but he was quick to cut you off.

“How is this even possible?” Steve tried so hard to come up with an explanation.

“I-I-” you stuttered out not being able to form a proper sentence.

“I can’t believe you lied to me about this. I mean how can you? We were friends Y/N. Don’t you think it would’ve been nice to know I wasn’t as alone as I thought I was after all these years. You lied to my face. My heart stopped beating for a split second. I thought I was going crazy.” You’ve never seen him this angry.

“Steve..I couldn’t…I’m sor-“ you said while taking a few steps towards him.

Steve took this opportunity to grab your hand looking at your scar, point towards it before continuing. “Do you really think I wouldn’t recognize? I was the one stitching it up while you told me how to. To this day I fear that I might’ve hurt you. Damn it Y/N” he said as he let your hand go making his way upstairs.

“Steve, wait” you yelled out not even caring about the others sleeping anymore.

“Keep it, Y/N. I can’t do this right now.” he replied before closing the door.

Tears immediately started streaming down your face. Hurting Steve was the one thing you always feared the most. You leaned against the fridge putting your head into your hands and sinking down sobbing even more.

The next couple of days were pure torture for you. At first you thought maybe Steve would calm down and give you the chance to explain but instead he kept avoiding you. As soon as you entered a room, he would leave not even looking at you. Even the others noticed something was off with you. You claimed to be having just a few bad days avoiding going into detail.

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Your mind and thoughts kept you awake once again. After your thousand attempt you gave up, rolling over to your side taking a look at your clock seeing it was 3 a.m. You quickly threw on some clothes deciding to take a walk since there was no way you’d be getting any sleep. As you made your way towards outside you saw Steve’s door slightly open, automatically making you stop in your tracks peaking through the door only to find him sitting at his table and drawing something. He noticed you staring and looked up to where you were standing.

“Can I help you with something?” Steve asked while turning to his drawing again.

You just stood there, this was the first communication you and Steve had in days, you least expected it.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you” is all you could get out. He didn’t answer anything so you continued “So drawing is still your thing, huh?” hoping to lighten the mood a little. “You were always amazing at it”

“Was I? Or is that just another lie you told? Apparently you are really good at that” Steve told you emphasizing the that before looking up at you.

You were taken back by the sudden sass in his voice.

“Come on Steve, please” you said while tears filled your eyes. “I’ve said I’m sorry. You know I would’ve told you bu-“

“But what, Y/N?” Steve said raising his tone, tossing his pen onto the desk and getting up.

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I am so sorry it took me this long to upload, also sorry for the short and badly written chapter I feel like I disappointed you guys with this one but I still hope you’ll enjoy reading it (hopefully) and please do tell me your opinions on this one. I’ll try my best to upload the next part faster (also thinking about the next part being the final part). Anyways I hope you guys somewhat enjoyed this short little disaster lol and I hope you are staying healthy and safe <3

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troubatrain · 3 years

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good for you - t. jost

a/n: one day it dawned at me that tyson jost really had just been hitting different lately, and so i just needed to write some filth about it. i'm thinking of making this a smut based mini series so let me know what you guys think :)

part two

warnings: it's smush time (smut)

I can’t believe you’re leaving me like this.

Mat Barzal was pouting, laying across your bedroom in your apartment whining about how you were heading off to Colorado and leaving him. It wasn’t by choice, you’d gotten into a grad program that was an amazing opportunity, separating you and your childhood best friend for the first time in ages. Mat was your friend by accident, a kid was picking on him and you got mad because only you’re allowed to do that and punched that kid square in the nose. Mat covered for you so you wouldn’t get suspended and you’d been inseparable ever since.

“This place is going to be too quiet without you,” Mat whines, dodging the book you’d thrown in his direction, “And not that I keep you to clean up after me but I do need you to teach me how to use the dishwasher.”

“How about you help me pack then?” You suggest, rolling your eyes at his inability to take care of himself. He’d always been like that, his own mother relieved when you moved in because it eased her worries about Mat burning his place down.

“You should give Tyson a call,” Mat hops up, grabbing a box and some stuff off your shelf, “Sure he’d be able to show you around.”

“Tyson Jost?” You furrow your brows, trying to clarify exactly who Mat was talking about. There wasn’t anything wrong with Tyson, that was the problem. Tyson was like sunshine in the summer and in another life, he’d be your dream man. He was kind and the way he talked about his mother made every one of your girlfriends swoon. Tyson had the kind of drive you respected and he just seemed so steady, “I thought we agreed I’d break him.”

“You agreed with yourself on that one not me,” Mat chuckles, shaking his head at your response. Mat couldn’t think of any one of his friends that he’d let date you besides Tyson. Tyson was an astronomically better person than Mat was, always the kind of kid his parents encouraged him to hang out with, “What if Tyson’s the best dick of your life and you don’t even give him a shot?”

“I’m not sleeping with Tyson, he’s too innocent,” It wasn’t an excuse, it was the truth. Everything about Tyson screamed that he’d get you off but it wouldn’t be all that exciting. Tyson was a relationship type, and you weren’t and aside from the obvious sexual incompatibility - he was Mat’s friend. Despite his efforts, you always swore that was a line you’d never cross. Besides, as kind and endearing as Tyson was, he was still a hockey player, he just got away with it better than most.

“Just promise me you’ll call him? Especially if something’s wrong,” Mat pleads, a soft expression on his face even if it was just for a second before you had a t-shirt tossed in your direction, “You can’t let him replace me though, I’m number one around here.”

“I cannot wait to live alone,” You tease, laughing when Mat’s middle finger is thrown in your direction. It was bittersweet, leaving the comfort of having Mat around to buy you ice cream when you were sad and to take care of his best friend duties and onto a new adventure.

“You won’t be alone Josty will be there,” Mat jokes, his laugh bouncing off the now barren walls of your bedroom, “I swear I’m done now.”

“You better be.”

“I give it two weeks before you fuck Josty though.”

***

Just swing by her place, please.

Mat was like a mother who just sent their first kid away for college, and he was panicking. So, yes, he was begging Tyson to just drop in on to make sure your move was going as smoothly as you made it sound on the phone. Tyson could have been doing anything else on a Friday night with no game, but he was getting closer and closer to giving in by the second.

Tyson could admit, he wanted to see you, and he was excited when Mat shared the news you were moving to Denver. He looked forward to seeing you in the summer, carefree and light and so far out of his league he’d never even try. You made Tyson fumble his words, and every time he saw you he would think with his dick and he couldn’t focus on anything else. Above all else, Tyson wanted you to know he was a phone call away, a promise he made to Mat that he’d be there if you needed anything that he was going to keep for his own selfish reasons.

So Tyson was off to your apartment, a bottle of wine in one hand and a case of Coors Light in the other. He lifted his hand to knock, taking a deep breath and just thinking to himself, don’t fuck this up.

You knew that familiar tuft of curls in your peephole anywhere, summers spent watching the way Tyson’s curls bounced against his forehead whenever he spoke. This had Mat written all over it, no doubt your best friend put Tyson up to his welcoming committee bit. You turn around, boxes piled everywhere with nothing set up in your place aside from your mattress in the middle of the floor and your tv in your living room. Unpacking had been a bit overwhelming, and you may have lied on the phone to Mat that you were doing just fine. You take one deep breath, holding your head up high and pretending like your place wasn’t a mess.

“Hi,” You smile, leaning against your doorframe and taking in the man in front of you. Did he get bigger? Maybe it’s the hair, it’s longer. No, the scruff. Whatever it was, your feet were glued to the floor because you were stunned by the fact that Tyson Jost had gotten hot.

“Welcome,” Tyson cheeses, holding up the beer and wine in his hands and shrugging his shoulders, “I hope it’s fine I stopped by, Mat called and-”

“Told you to come?” You finished his sentence, Tyson nodding at your question, “Well, I have no furniture because it won’t be here until tomorrow, but you’re more than welcome to come join in my sad empty apartment.”

“I’d love to,” Tyson chuckles, bumping his shoulder with yours when he walked into your place. It was definitely empty, Tyson wishing he’d known sooner you’d be without most of your stuff for another day so he could offer up his guest room. It didn’t matter to him, his mind focused more on the fact that you looked incredible, a too big Islanders shirt and a pair of shorts that were leaving little to the eye. You were digging through a box, a small aha leaving your mouth when you pulled out a mug, “Wine in a mug?”

“That’s how Mat used to pour me glasses when we first moved in together,” You admit, gripping the mug in your hand tightly. You may have stolen it from your former kitchen, but it was a memory you wanted to remember, “You can sit, I mean the only place is on my mattress but-”

“Sounds like a tradition then,” Tyson hums, sitting down and leaning against your pillows, taking a sip of his beer. You sat cross legged next to him, pouring yourself some of the wine he’d brought over in that silly I <3 New York mug Mat bought for your first place. You settled on a movie, thankful you at least had wi-fi and didn’t have to make awkward conversation with Tyson.

It’s only awkward because you’re making it awkward, you thought to yourself. Maybe Tyson was doing it on purpose, peacocking around your apartment because Mat told him he had this weird thing about you sleeping with him. He wouldn’t do that, remembering every other time Tyson’s ignored one of Mat’s grand schemes because they were bad ideas, “Excited for the season to start? A few more weeks right?”

“I’m excited for camp to be over,” Tyson groans, snuggling himself into

your mattress, “My entire body’s on fire.”

Yeah mine too. You watched the way Tyson rolled his shoulders, clear pain across his face, “Ty’s let me-”

You were usually bold, confident enough to make the first move without the fear of rejection. It could be from years of watching Mat, a true master at his craft of picking up women, and constantly encouraging you to do the same. That’s how a player plays the game Y/N. Tyson’s brows were raised at you, a blush on his neck while he let himself sit a bit. You slipped your fingers under the soft cotton of his t-shirt, digging them into the knots in his shoulder. Tyson let his eyes rest, embracing the relief you were giving him.

Of course your fingers felt like magic. Tyson was doing everything in his power to keep his cool, and not blow this one chance he’s had with you without Mat’s stupid antics in the middle of it. Just ask her out, she’ll probably reject you, but at least you’ll get laid. Mat was right, he had to be because he knew you better than anyone. It wasn’t just some claim he made either, you didn’t do relationships, never giving your heart to someone else, “How are you good at this?”

“Tito used to tell me I had a career in deep tissue massages in my future,” You joke, Tyson’s head falling back to look at you while he let out a laugh, “Sometimes I think he just wanted to save a trip to the rink…do you mind if I-?”

You were tugging at Tyson’s shirt, waiting for him to nod in response and grab it from the back and toss it off. You never took the time to look at Tyson like this, eyes scanning over his skin and taking him in. Scars on his skin, no doubt from his choice in sport and one from that time Mat took roughhousing too far over the summer. Your finger curled around a loose curl at the base of his neck, Tyson letting out a hum, “I like the curls grown out Tys.”

“Keep pulling on them,” Tyson grunts, the words falling through his lips before he could stop them. You let out a small giggle, Tyson thanking his lucky stars you didn’t just hit him. He turned around, a glimmer in his eyes that you’d seen dozens of times before. Your hand stayed in his hair, gripping his hair softly when Tyson’s lips finally landed on yours. It was slow at first, testing out the waters and Tyson waiting for the blow of rejection. His hand was on your waist, hand slipping under your shirt and rubbing your skin softly. His lips moved down your neck, scruff tickling your skin, “Been wanting this for a while…”

“Yeah?” You muse, tilting your head back while Tyson’s teeth sunk into them. His grip got tighter, your breath hitching in your throat.

“If you don’t count the years I spent wondering what the fuck you and Mat were, then every summer for the past four years,” Tyson’s eyes had gotten a shade darker, flipping you over so you were underneath him, “Don’t act like you don’t know you’re hot, or that I’ve been mentally undressing you for years.”

“Now’s your chance Tys, don’t blow it,” You chirp, waiting for Tyson’s laugh to follow, except it didn’t. Tyson’s hands pulled yours over your head, grip tight on your wrists. What if Tyson’s the best dick of your life and you don’t even give him a shot. Mat’s words were spinning your head, taunting you because there was a chance he was actually right.

“Don’t move them,” Tyson grits, his lips trailing down your neck, his hands pulled your shirt off slowly, stifling a groan when his suspicions about your lack of bra were true, “Be a good girl-”

“Or what?” You smirk, wondering how many buttons you could press before Tyson just railed you. This was new, welcome, and maybe you shouldn’t have assumed Tyson was the boring type behind closed doors.

“Or I’ll fuck you until you’re begging to cum, but I still won’t let you,” Tyson mutters, his lips pressed against your skin while his fingers hooked under your shorts, “So are you going to be good for me?”

Tyson waited for your answer, gaining himself a plus one in your book on consent and when you nodded, your shorts and panties came clean off. Tyson hooked your thighs over his shoulders and pressed a kiss to your clit lightly, “Don’t tease Tys.”

“Am I the first person who gets you like this?” Tyson groans, watching the way your hips were squirming every light kiss he pressed around your pussy. You were an alpha female, Mat’s words, never Tyson’s, and that meant that under most circumstances you were in charge.

“Yes,” You whimper, desperate for some sort of relief. Tyson had you wound up, in a position you were used to being in and you were eating up every bit of it. He finally gave in, Tyson’s well skilled tongue swirling around your clit, pulling a moan out of you that echoed through your empty apartment. You clasped your hands together, taking every bit of strength you had not to tug on Tyson’s curls, “Fuck, Tyson let me touch you.”

“Not what we agreed to, princess,” Tyson reminds you, his tongue teasing your entrance while his nose rubbed against your clit. His tongue slid up your folds, Tyson climbing back up your body and letting his spit slide down his tongue and into your mouth, “Taste yourself babe.”

You nod, obliging happily with Tyson, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head at how fucking hot this was. His lips landed on yours, reminding you just how good you were being against your mouth. Tyson’s hand grabbed one of yours, intertwining your fingers with his, “Tyson, please I wanna cum so badly.”

“Where?” Tyson hums, sucking at your skin, undoubtedly leaving you a little gift to cover up for your first day of class.

“On your cock,” You bat your eyelashes, playing into Tyson’s game because you needed some release, “All over it, please-”

Tyson kicked off his boxers, taking his own cock in his hand and pumping it a few times. He tapped your clit the head, smirking when you moaned underneath him. This was better than he imagined, all of those unwanted dirty dreams about you that seemed to be more frequent over the summer. You let your free hand move, Tyson’s head thrown back when you lined his dick up your core, guiding him inside of you, “God, you feel so fucking good.”

Tyson dropped your hand, both of his large hands gripped your hips tightly while he slammed into you. Your legs with shaking from pleasure, “Fuck, right there, please I’m so close-”

Tyson wrapped one of your legs around his waist, hitting you deeper. His arms were on both sides of your head, his lips pressed up against your ears when he spoke, “Cum for me princess.”

Tyson’s deep groans sent you over the edge, your pussy fluttering around his cock while he fucked you through your orgasm. His lips parted, hips sputtering when he pulled out and came all over your stomach with a loud fuck. You both fell silent, the realization that you broke your own rule about Mat’s stupid friends washing over you. It wasn’t regret, it was something you couldn’t quite explain. Tyson finally fell next to you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, letting his light kisses trail down your shoulder, “Let me get the shower ready for you.”

You nod, letting your eyes follow Tyson’s ass as he wandered through your place in search of your bathroom. An aftercare king too? Maybe you were biting off more than even you could chew with this one. You grab your phone, rolling your eyes at Mat’s unanswered texts complaining that you’d already replaced him with Tyson. Your fingers dance across the screen, typing up the text you’d been meaning to send since Tyson was at your front door.

You could’ve warned me Tyson got hot, you know?

You didn’t even last two weeks did you?

#tyson jost #tyson jost imagine #my writing #nhl imagine #nhl imagines

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Hiii hope you are doing well 💖 This request is sort loosely based on this 💖

Can I please request a medium bouquet with Bakugou, Tamaki and Denki😊 like their first kiss with y/n (like if they're nervous before & how they are after etc if that's okay 👉👈💖)

his first kiss

characters. katsuki bakugou + f!reader, tamaki amajiki + gn! reader, denki kaminari + gn!reader

warnings. panic attack mention (in tamaki’s)

thank you for requesting <3 i got a bit carried away so these are a bit longer than usual! i hope you don’t mind, i really loved this request!!

katsuki bakugou —

is redder than a fire truck at the mere THOUGHT of it, you can’t convince me otherwise. he tries to brush it off as ‘oh, i’ve kissed plenty of girls’ when we all know that’s a lie. you’re his first. and it’s so obvious.

your first kiss with katsuki happened during one on one training, outside of school. katsuki wanted to improve and you were the least annoying person he could think of to do so with.

at one point he pinned you down, straddling you and he huffed in triumph. you - being someone so casual with showing affection, quirked a brow with a smirk on your lips and said, “oh my god, are we about to kiss?” this caused him to let his guard down, too shocked to say anything.

you took this opportunity to turn the tables, rolling to pin him down in retaliation. you dubbed that fight in your favor, claiming you obviously won. katsuki didn’t say much of anything after, too caught up in the thought of what if he did kiss you?

when taking a well-deserved break, katsuki was quiet. more so than usual when he’s calm. you ask him what’s wrong, getting close to his face to evoke a reaction out of him. and you succeeded, his face going pink.

his heartbeat was so erratic, practically jumping out of his chest at you being so close to him, your lips so close to his. quietly, he says, “kiss me,” as he leans forward to capture your lips with his own.

it was a soft, clumsy kiss. katsuki had never kissed anyone before, he was so nervous. he was grateful for you taking lead, holding his face gently in your hands to pull him closer.

katsuki had felt vulnerable, but he loved the taste of your lips, parted just for him.

afterward, he’s silent- but this time it isn’t a bad silence. it’s a comfortable one. definitely, when he gets back to his dorm room he’s silently freaking out- gushing over the fact that you actually kissed him, oh my god-

he buries his face in his pillow, a soft smile on his face as he clutches his still jumping heart.

and he will never admit that you had to take control. never ever ever.

tamaki amajiki —

tamaki is so obviously nervous around you- around anyone. but you? for the few weeks of knowing you, he can’t even form a coherent sentence, just mixed mumbles, and wide, scared eyes and quivering lips.

your first kiss was certainly a surprise. no one would have thought it would’ve happened, given how closed-off tamaki seemed.

after a year or two of knowing you, he’s warmed up to you a lot, finally comfortable in your presence. you two had a close relationship, you were always there for him when his anxiety spiked up unexpectedly. during those times, he sought comfort in your touch, loose places of affection that warmed his heart and made him focus on you.

during a this particularly bad day, tamaki did something he thought he would’ve regretted. his mind was jumbled, unable to spot a single thing that calmed him down. you had left momentarily to go fetch a needed book, promising to only be gone for a few minutes.

he stood up from his seat in the library, pacing around, large hands tugging at soft locks of hair. his breathing quickened- he didn’t even remember what got him so panicked. he just knew he needed to see you, needed to feel your touch as soon as possible.

the second you opened the door his head bolted up to see you. spotting his panicked state you quickly put down your book and jogged to his form, hands placed on his shoulders to steady him.

“hey, hey, hey, tama. what is it? what’s wrong?” your voice was soft, concerned laced in your tone.

he trembled under your hold, hands leaving his hair to travel to yours, hands weakly balled into fists. he shook his head, he didn’t know, resting his forehead against yours.

“it’s okay, baby, i promise. i’m here.”

as soon as those words were said, his lips found yours shakily, scared. you gasped, not expecting such a thing from tamaki, but kissed him back nonetheless.

after the kiss, after he’s calmed down, tamaki cannot stop apologizing. he’s red and hot all over, embarrassment taking over his whole body. he can’t look into your eyes, not even near you either, to be honest. he kissed you. he didn’t ask, and he feels so bad. you reassure him it’s okay, that you didn’t mind it.

unfortunately, he avoids you for the next few days. the kiss constantly played on repeat in his mind every time he saw something that reminded him of you. eventually, though, mirio and nejire had him talk to you and sort everything out.

denki kaminari —

the most causal he could be, almost not thinking twice, passing it off as a dream maybe. i mean, he’s imagined kissing you so many times that it could've been a dream, right?

you loved playing video games with denki, often making bets with him in the process. the bets started small, “loser buys the winner a monster.” over time, as trust grew, the bets got bigger and the games more energy induced, frantic button mashing fueling the adrenaline. “the loser does dishes/does the winner’s homework.”

but this bet? it had to be the biggest one of them all.

“the loser kisses the winner.”

you had the chance to decline, could have thought it through. but you didn’t, too focused on the game of mario kart to catch how either way you’d kiss him. not like you minded, but it wasn’t the most well-thought-out bet on his part.

denki saw this as an opportunity. if you didn’t deny his obvious bet to kiss you- or you kiss him- you must’ve wanted to. this made him smirk, tongue poking out as he glared at the screen of his tv, mashing his controller buttons and tilting with the direction his car went.

he’s confident he can win. he’s always been better at this track than you have, keeping a steady pace in 2nd place, right behind a bot, and you right behind him in 3rd. it’s intense, he can feel his hands start to sweat, but he doesn’t know why. either way, he’d get a kiss, right? so why was he so goddamn nervous?

as expected, he won that race. he was deemed the winner. meaning he got to kiss you.

in his excitement, he threw his hands in the air in victory, a large grin on his face. you looked lost for a split second but smiled nonetheless as you saw how happy your best friend looked at that moment. he turned to you, eyes bright and joyous, and practically pounced on you, holding your face and pressing his lips to yours. without hesitation you kissed back, lips molding to his instantly.

he pulled away after a couple of seconds, his face still beaming. it almost seemed as if he had a glow to him now. it left you speechless, how you noticed how undeniably attractive denki was. denki himself had to relax, internally promising himself he wouldn’t spark out from his unadulterated excitement.

so all he could do was pick his controller up again, that same stupidly cute smile on his face, “wanna go again?”

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