#and then everything was fine and fun and everyone went home happy and safe

[beomqutie]

ㅡ txt when their s/o flinches

genre: angst to fluff wc: about 1.4k in total tw; mentions of food, injury, blood

yeonjun:

he strikes me as someone who would have an inner conflict in such a situation. as in, he would want to leave so bad so you could calm down but then again he feels like he would hurt you even more if he left you.

you and yeonjun were always the perfect couple. both of you enjoyed dancing for life so it was only natural that you two would often meet in the practice room to practice random dances or to try and make a choreography together. usually, everything went fine. you'd have fun, laugh, go out to eat and then go home and sleep. but this time was different. you knew he would never lay a hand on you, he loved you, you knew. but when you tried to copy his new step for the choreography and he tried to correct the way you were holding up your arms you just got scared and flinched away. holding your arms over your head you backed away. slowly, you lowered your arms and were met with your utterly shocked boyfriend yeonjun. you could see his watery eyes. he quickly went to the door, hand already on the doorknob to leave. yet, he turned around and carefully asked if he could hug you. after that cuddle session he would definitely want to talk about it, wanting to know if there's a way he can help you or what he did wrong. he wants you to feel completely safe whenever you're with him.

"baby.. i would never touch you like that, what made you think i could hurt you?"

soobin:

i can imagine him starting to cry while he apologizes a million times. he never wants you to feel that way so it would be a mystery why you flinched. you and soobin were currently at his favorite chinese restaurant to celebrate his recent comeback. both of you ordered your food, well, he ordered because you didn't know much about it so he just went with his favorites. the food came and binnie looked so happy and immediately dug into it, enjoying the taste of his favourites. you however couldn't quite enjoy the food. it wasn't bad but it didn't really fit your taste so you slowed down on eating. soobin of course noticed and asked you what was wrong. you told him while looking down at your lap, slightly ashamed that you couldn't get yourself to like his favorite food. he raised his arm rather quickly to order something else for you but accidentally caused you to flinch in your chair and shut your eyes. a bit confused he took his arm down and softly grabbed your hand. he asked you what was wrong and you told him. since you were in a public place he would hold back from letting tears slip but he would definitely be more touchy through the rest of the day. and of course, he still ordered more food in hopes that you'd like them more than the current dishes.

"y/n..? what's wrong..? did you think i was about to hurt you?"

beomgyu:

he would be so worried and would start to think about every interaction and talk the two of you had. trying to remember if he ever said or did something that would make you think that he was going to hit you. he genuinely loves you with all his heart so seeing you scared of him would break his heart. however, he would try to keep his emotions back to focus on you.

it was a normal evening for you, beomgyu and the other members. after they had come home from practice they were met with a whole-ass buffet in the kitchen. whenever you had the time and energy you'd go to their dorm and cook them a nice dinner, knowing that they were probably really tired and hungry. everything was fine, everyone ate your food and thanked you for taking your time to cook for them. however, when the moment came when you would put the plates away you somehow managed to drop one. the plate shattered and broken pieces were all over the floor. you didn't think much of it, bending down to pick them up when you suddenly saw beomgyu stepping closer to you, he intends to help you clean the mess. scared he was going to kick you you tried to back away, resulting in you falling on the floor, your hands landing on top of the pieces. you hissed in pain while beomgyu and the others looked at you worried. slowly and carefully beomgyu reached out to you and helped you up. he took you to the hospital, in the car asking if you thought he would hit you. you nodded, making him start a long talk about how much he loves and treasures you. he always wants you to tell him if he makes you scared because he wants a relationship where no part is scared of the other.

"just now.. did you think i was going to hurt you? is that why you fell?

taehyun:

tyun can easily come off as intimidating, mainly because he is tall, muscular and has a resting bitch face. so i can imagine him being pretty scary when he's angry so you flinching would happen on your first ever fight.

you thought you would have more time before your first fight, turns out you were wrong. after dating for 4 months, the honeymoon stage was long over, you and taehyun experienced your first fight. it wasn't a big deal, rather than that the two of you were slowly realizing each other's flaws. of course, that didn't stop you guys from loving each other. rather than that, you guys wanted to learn how to love the other's flaws. one of taehyuns flaws was that he wouldn't take you seriously a lot. back then you fell in love with the caring taehyun everyone knows but these days it just annoyed you that he would never listen to anything you said, claiming that he knew it better. trying to be a good partner you decided to tell him. upon hearing your words he turned so serious that just by his looks alone you became unsure if you should have told him. he stood up, making you flinch away in fear that he might hit you. he stopped in his tracks and softly asked if he could hug you. he would calm you down and tell you that you don't have to be scared of him. once you were calm again you two would discuss your problems.

"i know i can look scary but i work out to hurt anyone who hurts you and not to hurt you"

hueningkai:

honestly, i thought it would be hard to think of a situation where someone could flinch because of kai but i think it could happen when kai gets a little excited over something. that's why it would take him a bit to notice that you were scared. he was deep into his excitement but when he noticed he would try to clumsily take care of you.

you and kai were currently at an arcade together with the other boys. it was their free day and they decided they wanted to have fun together instead of chilling in their rooms individually. since kai has an addiction to collecting plushies he was busy at the claw machine since he desperately wanted to win a certain molang key chain for his bag. after his probably 50th time trying he finally got the key chain to fall out from the machine. being super excited he grabbed the plushie and started swinging his arms around while screaming in victory. you weren't paying attention after his 10th try so him suddenly screaming and jumping around startled you and made you shield your face with your arms. after finishing his celebration he looked at you with proud eyes before noticing the flustered expression on your face and the way you tried to make yourself smaller. carefully he went toward you to ask what was wrong. you tried to explain that he had scared you without hurting his feelings and when he finally got it he awkwardly hugged you and gave you the key chain as a gift to show you that he was sorry. that however meant that he had to win another one for himself but this time he would be careful not to scare you again when he wins.

"waaah look y/n!!! y/n?? what's wrong..?"

© beomqutie, please do not translate, copy and/or repost my work.

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[marymary-diva17]

New way of life

Jake x reader x Neytiri

Since the return of the RDA life has never been the same the sully family and the omatacayia clan, and same went with many other navi and clans here on Pandora. As lives were lost during the night of great fires and many lives had been changed since then, as the old way of life was something of the past. After the fires the sully family was never the same, the once happy nature we all held for dear was not that much as your mates and everyone in the clan changed that night and you couldn't blame them. Saying goodbye to old way of life made way for a new way of life.

Y/n " Tuk slow be careful" you and tuk were walking around the village, since the fires you had started helping mo'at and her healers more when it came to injured and sick members of the clan.

Tuk " yes mama" tuk was playing still be a child like all the other navi kids around her age, still finding some happiness in their lives after everything had changed.

Human women " tuk" tuk had walked under a leaf that two navi and human women were trying to work on, and so something when tuk had interrupted them.

y/n " I'm so sorry everyone" you soon caught up tp tuk and soon guided her back home.

tuk " mama can I go play"

y/n " yes you can little one but stay close to home for me"

tuk " yes mama" you soon placed down your basket of herbs down in the home looking at spider and Kiri.

kiri " hey mom welcome home"

y/n " hello sweetie"

spider " hey auntie y/n"

y/n " hello kiddo it seems like you have been busy today" kiri was repainting spider blue strips.

kiri " yes we got done helping grandmother and came to hangout here and redo spider paint" kiri had become mo'at student a long time ago, but it seems like mo'at was teaching her more stuff then before she had done in the past. Spider was allow to come as well thinking he will be helpful here and as a warrior.

y/n " good I'm happy to see you two are still having fun"

kiri " mama are you okay"

y/n " I'm fine my sweet girl noting is the mater just wonder about your dad and mom along with your brothers, they went out on raid today and I have a bad feeling"

kiri " Mama everything will be fine lo'ak and neteyam have been doing all their training to be on this mission with dad and mom"

y/n " you are right my daughter"

spider " they will be fine auntie my dads are there as well for help, so everyone will come home safe"

y/n " thank you spider that make me feel better" You were about to crouch down and started organizing the herbs, when the horn had blown signaling the return of the party.

Tuk " mama kiri and spider the war party is back come on come on, let go see them come on"

spider " we are coming kiddo we are coming"

kiri " let go see them" soon all three kids had taken off running towards the arrival of the party, you soon walked after them and you couldn't wait to see your kids and mates again.

Jake " Fall in now" you herd Jake yelling and soon saw the boy lined up in front of him as Jake and neytiri looked at them.

Jake " you job was simple you were supposed to be spotters that mean watching put for bogeys, and calling them from the distance"

y/n " boys" you soon got a closer look at the boys and saw they were hurt but neteyam looked worst off then his baby brother.

y/n " what happened"

Jake " your foolish son thought it will good to disobey me and head towards the ground, causing his brother to follow him and get hurt look what he has done to neteyam"

y/n " Neteyam"

Neteyam " I'm okay mama" soon kiri, spider, and tuk shown themselves as they were looking over the two boys.

y/n " my sons"

Jake " kiri and y/n stop I'm speaking to them"

kiri " 'm checking on my brother"

Jake " kiri baby girl go see your grandmother and help her take tuk and spider with you"

kiri " dad"

neytiri " kiri mind your father" the three kids soon walked off leaving the couple and two teens behind.

Jake " why cant you do anything right lo'ak look what you have done you have gotten many people injured all because you wanted to help, your brother and many other could to been killed look around boy" you had seen some injured navi making their way to mo'at and the healers.

neytiri " foolish move"

lo'ak " I was juts trying to help I saw a open and thought I could help ..."

Jake " you failed at that"

y/n " Jake please ..."

Jake " no I'm speaking to them nothing you say will change my view"

neytiri " Jake your son is bleeding"

Jake " go get check out by your grandmother" neytiri soon took neteyam and walked off, giving you and lo'ak a glare before she was gone.

Jake " do you understand your actions boy or do you fail to see you could of gotten you brother killed"

lo'ak " I'm sorry sir I didn't mean it"

Jake " you are ground no flying for a month as punishment you will see to the ikrans all of them"

y/n " Jake"

Jake " no an go wash that mess off your face" you and Jake had looked at each other before he walked away completely leaving you and lo'ak together.

y/n " my son"

lo'ak " I'm going to get cleaned up mom" lo'ak didnt say anything esle as he soon walked off with his head hang low, he was getting glares some the clan members and you were getting the same treatment as well.

later that night

y/n " you are two hard on them Jake" you saw Jake and neytiri together soon making your way over to them.

Jake " I'm their fatehr it my duty"

y/n " don't you see how much you scold lo'ak more then the other kids, even over the smallest of things"

neytiri " the boy broke rules and nearly endangered others"

y/n " he didn't mean it"

neytiri " you were not there you are never out there we are"

y/n " ......."

neytiri " ma y/n ....."

y/n " the boys look up to you Jake they want you to see them and want your love"

Jake " I know but until lo'ak can started acting right I don't know what I;m going to do with him"

y/n " love him like you love all our kids"

Jake " I do love them and I thought we lost them" you soon looked at Jake and frown went on your face, you soon grabbed you his hand and neytiri hand.

y/n " our family will be safe and the love we have will never be destroyed"

neytiri " thank you ma y/n"

y/n " now come home it been a long time since we had dinner together, and maybe we can have some time together" soon Jake and neytiri had let go of your hand and looked at each other.

Jake " we cant I and neytiri have some stuff to do so we might not be home for dinner"

y/n "you both need rest my loves and be with our family"

neytiri " y/n we don't have time for this please just leave it be, we will see you tonight"

y/n " I just want us to be the family we have always been"

Jake " y/n times have changed so please let it go you are causing a scene here" you too. noticed others were watching and whispering under their breathing all eyes seem to be on you, you soon looked at your mates.

y/n " I'm sorry I will see you all later tonight I will take care of the children"

Jake "good and deal with the boy of yours as well"

y/n " yes I love you two" you had looked back to hope to get back I love you as well, but it seemed like either Jake and neytiri heard you as they were close together talking and holding each other. That the moment you didn't say anything else as you walked away from them, you had collect all the other kids and brought them home you soon went to find lo'ak.

y/n " there you are my boy dinner is almost ready you most be hunger after a long day"

lo'ak " I will be home soon mama"

y/n " talk with kiddo"

lo'ak " I feel like a failure mom I can never do anything the way the clan wants me to do, I always seem to disappoint dad and mom"

y/n " you are not a failure my son and you are not disappointing anyone"

lo'ak " loom what happen today I got my brother hurt and everyone else hurt as I was trying to help, and now look everyone hates me even more and brought you shame"

y/n " ma lo'ak look at me has your brother said he is mad at you"

lo'ak " no"

y/n. " don't pay attention to what other have to say my son you will never bring me shame, you are my son my pride and joy ... I know there is some favoritism right now with your dad and mom but I love you and your siblings and I love how you are living your life it make me happy and proud"

lo'ak " really"

y/n " yes it good you are finding your own style of being navi and I don't want you to ever stop doing that, do you hear me"

lo'ak " yes mom"

y/n " good now come one lets head home dinner will be ready by now and you are done with your work" lo'ak nodded his head and soon walked off with you, he was happy now and your words made him feel better.

lo'ak " mom is everything good between you, dad, and mom" you soon stopped walking and look at lo'ak and soon smiled at him.

y/n " everything is fine sweetie they are just busy and very stressed out at the moment, but we are fine I still love them and they still love me"

lo'ak " mom"

y/n " you and your siblings don't need to fear everything will be fine our family will be fine, the love we have for each other is strong and will never break" you really wanted to believe what you saying but you were feeling like you are losing Jake and Neytiri. You still love them and always show them that you love them but it felt like there was some major distance between you and them. Deep down you are praying to eywa that she will send a miracle and help to save your people and your family from the darkness and sadness that had fallen upon everyone.Unknown to you this marriage and your family that you held so deer will soon be challenged and soon see things will never be the same again. There will be happiness and sorrow that will soon plague your family and your life.

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[marvelsage]

The Tree - Aonung

IDEA BY @funfetticandle hope you don’t mind but I really liked this idea and couldn’t resist writing it:)

In the beginning, Aonung was a complete jerk to you and your siblings. But, you guessed that somewhere down the line he stopped picking on you so much. He started to actually make conversation more and wanting to hang out more, it was tough to admit that he had begun to grow on you.

One day after your lessons, Aonung had been wanting to take you to one of his secrets hang outs; you were skeptical at first but he seemed genuine. So, you hopped on his ilu behind him and set off, he had taken you to a deserted neighboring island.

“What is this place?”

“It’s like my secret hideout”

“Really, why?”

“Once in awhile, I like to get away from everyone you know. Being the chiefs son and all- it can really take toll on you.”

“Yeah, I get that.” You asked him to show you around, he held your hand as he showed you all of the things he had done.

“Come I want to show you something that I think you might like…” He pulled you along a path as you giggled at his excitement to show you something. You gasped as you got closer to the sight of a massive mangrove tree.

“Oh my Eywa… Aonung! This is amazing!” You jumped and down in the midst of your happiness, he just smiled and felt pride swell in his chest at making you this happy.

“I knew you’d like it”

“Oh I love it! Can I climb it? Please?!” You had been missing home so much, climbing trees, swinging amongst the vines, jumping from floating rock to another, everything. Aonung knew this so he figured this might help cure some of your homesickness. He didn’t even get to say anything for as soon as he nodded you were gone, climbing over the trees massive roots.

“Woohooo!! Aonung look! Haha!”

“Yeah, I see you!” He smiled and laughed at you antics of hanging upside from one of the lower branches to wave at him before continuing to climb. As you were in your own little world , Aonung had climbed over the roots as well to keep you in his sights just in case but seeing as you were currently swinging around the tree with ease it was safe to say you were perfectly fine.

“Come on Aonung!”

“I don’t know how to!” You had stopped mid swing to look back him and smile.

“Then I will teach you someday!” Aonung nods leaning back against the roots placing his hands behind his head.

“Yeah someday but you have your fun today!” With that you went back to swinging and Aonung relaxed as he admired you in your close to natural state. It got him thinking that he really liked making you smile, and laugh, just overall happy.

‘Oh Eywa please be with me..’ He thought as you swung over him upside down to say hi to him, then climbing away giggling.

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[6rookie-writer0110]

Love Lessons

Evan Buckley x Male Reader.

Request - Evan Buckley x demigod son of Poseidon reader. When the reader and Evan have been boyfriends for 2 months and the reader never tells him about who he actually really is being a demigod son of Poseidon.

Buck woke up first so he can cook breakfast for you. You wake up because of the smell of the food

“I was about to take you up” Buck smiled.

“The food woke me up. Everything looks good” You smiled.

You and Buck sit down and start to eat together. You slept over at your boyfriend’s loft and he is happy that you stayed the night.

“I thought we should go to the beach and just spend time together,” You said.

“Yeah, I like that idea. We should do it” Buck smiled.

After breakfast, you and Buck started to get ready to go to the beach. Buck starts to drive to the beach.

“Y/n, I was... I was thinking maybe you want to meet my sister and my friends. My friends are like my family and I want everyone to get to know my boyfriend. But if you are not ready then it can wait for” Buck said.

“Can I think about it?” You asked.

“Yeah, you can think about it,” Buck said.

At the beach, you and Buck get in the water. You start to teach him how to swim, and so far he is doing good. Next, you teach him how to breathe underwater and he didn't do well.

“Now, I see you love being in the water,” Buck said.

“Yeah, something like” You nervously smiled.

You haven't told him the complete truth about your background and your abilities. You think that he won't believe you and would assume you are crazy. And you don't want him to break up with you, you care about him.

You and Buck get out of the water and sit on the towels. You start to share the snacks with him. He is telling you funny stories of what happened on the job and you start to laugh. Much later, you and Buck leave the beach and go to a new restaurant instead of the usual place.

----

You couldn't spend the day with Buck because you are busy. Buck told Eddie that he will babysit Christopher for the day. So, Christopher and Buck spend their time at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk. They are having fun and Christopher asks questions about you.

But the good moment didn't last long, because the tsunami hit the boardwalk. Buck tries to hold onto Christopher but Christopher slipped away. Now, Buck tries to find him and he yells out his name. People are hurt and some trying to find safety.

You are home and you turned on the news. You see what is going on and you start to panic. You called Buck but it went straight to voice mail.

“Dad, what the hell!?” You mumbled.

You didn't think of a plan, you just ran out of your apartment. Buck did tell you what he was going to take Christopher and you're hoping they are doing okay. You swim faster in the water and you just started to swim rapidly.

But you started to help people, you saved two people from drowning. Then helped others get somewhere safe and away from the water. You start to look for Christopher and Buck, it took a while to find them but you eventually found them.

“Y/n,” Buck said.

They are standing on a fire truck. He hugged you tight and you hugged him back, then you hugged Christopher.

“Are you two okay?” You asked.

“Buck got hurt. He is bleeding” Christopher said.

You noticed the blood on his shirt, you lift the shirt up. Buck has a cut on his stomach and he is bleeding fast.

“We won't have time to find help,” you said.

“I’m fine,” Buck said.

“Seriously don't start that. You are slowly bleeding and I don't want you to die before we find a hospital. Stay still, I stop the bleeding” You said.

“How are you going to do that?” Buck asked.

“Umm, it's a long story and I will tell you later. Just stay still” You said.

“What-”

Buck didn't finish his sentence, he became speechless. He saw you put your hand on his stomach and you started to heal him, within seconds he stopped bleeding.

“That was cool. How did you do that?” Christoper said.

“I healed him. I can heal wounds on people” You said.

You take them to the hospital but Buck has been asking questions about what you did. You didn't tell him anything, for now, you left the hospital and headed to the beach. You were able to stop the waves with all your strength. Your eyes changed colors when you stopped the waves. Your father comes out of the sea and you are angry at him.

“What the hell!?” You yelled.

“Watch your tone, Y/n” Poseidon said.

“Dad, why did you do this? People got hurt and some died” You said.

“I had to teach the humans a lesson,” Poseidon said.

You sighed and you glared at him again.

“Just stop it,” You said and walked away.

“He isn't good enough for you,” Poseidon said.

You didn't say anything and kept walking away.

You went back to the hospital to check up on Buck. You are alone with him in the room and you tell him the truth.

“Wait, your father is the god of the sea!? With the pitchfork!” Buck said.

“It's not a pitchfork it's a trident. His name is Poseidon, yes he is my father. I'm a demigod meaning I'm half-human and half-god. I didn't tell you at first because I thought you wouldn't believe me and think I'm crazy. My father has anger issues and he caused the flood. I'm sorry I didn't tell you” You said.

“This is a lot to process. Wow... I can't believe your dad is Poseidon and you're a half-god...” Buck said.

“Yeah-” Y/n said.

“Wait! Does this mean, Zeus is related to you!?” Buck said.

You nod “Yeah and also the other gods, they are my family”

You and Buck didn't say anything next, he is still in shock. You wait to see what he will say next.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

Two Weeks Later... You were going to leave your apartment but Buck is at your door

“Hey Y/n” Buck smiled.

“Hey,” You said.

“Can we talk?” Buck asked.

“Yeah, sure come in,” You said.

You haven't spoken to Buck in two weeks, he didn't know how to process that you are a demigod. You gave him space and you didn't want to pressure him to talk about it.

“Sorry, I haven't spoken to you in two weeks. I was still processing about you and who is your dad. I thought those stories were all myths” Buck said.

“Yeah, a lot of people think that. But I understand. If you want to break up, I understand” You said.

“Y/n, I don't want to break up with you. I still want you to be my boyfriend” Buck smiled.

“Really? I thought you were going to break up with me” You said.

Buck wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. He starts to kiss you and you put your arms around him, he starts to smile and you don't stop kissing him.

“I don't want you to feel that you can't talk to me about anything,” Buck said.

“Means a lot of you saying that. And I want you to feel the same way about me. Do you want to come with me to Camp Half-Blood?” You said.

“Camp Half-Blood?” Buck said.

“It's a camp for people like me. It's like summer camp but different. Maybe you can meet my brother Percy” You said.

“Yeah, I will like to go,” Buck said.

You can't stop smiling. You leave with him and take him to the camp, you explained what goes on at the camp. He is excited about it.

You introduced Percy to Buck, and so far they are getting along. You and Percy gave Buck a tour of the camp. Buck was excited about being at the camp. You and Percy started to teach Buck how to use a sword.

“Dad doesn't like him,” You said

“Dad doesn't like anyone. He still wants you to marry the guy he picked for you” Percy said.

“That won't happen. Buck makes me happy” You said.

“I can tell,” Percy said.

---

A month later...

Buck is on the roof of his building and he is trying to make it romantic. He set up the lights, and the food on the table and he put on soft romantic music. He takes a deep breath and he is feeling very nervous. Then he sent you a text...

Buck - I got hurt, I'm still on the roof.

You - I'm going up!!!

You rushed to the roof and you are confused.

“You are not hurt,” You said.

“I lied, so I can get you on the roof” Buck smiled.

“Why?” You asked.

He gives you a peck on the lips. Then he gets down on one knee and takes out a ring box.

“Buck...” You said.

He grabbed your hand.

“I love you, Y/n. I only want to be with you and I mean it. I want to marry you because I love you and I don't care if you are a demigod. You make me happy and I love you. Y/n, will you marry me?” Buck said.

“Oh!?! Oh wow...” You said.

“Is that a yes or no?” Buck asked.

“Sorry, you caught me off, guard. But yes!” You said

Buck puts the ring on your finger and he stands up. He put his hands on your cheeks and he starts to kiss you. You or Buck can't stop smiling. Later, he called his sister and you called Percy. Everyone is happy for you and Buck. Later, you and Buck sit down and start to eat the food and talk about what is the next step.

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[hallowbees]

good evening rottmnt community. so i haven't written fanfic in almost a decade, but whilst taking a break from working on a rottmnt fanfic, i have written... another rottmnt fanfic. i wanted to play around with different povs and tenses than i usually use, and decided to use casey jr and the future timeline to try it out - it was super fun to write, so i thought why not share it!!

you're a lifesaver, casey jones

fives times casey jones junior saves the resistance, and the one time it doesn’t feel like a victory

five months old

You’re only five months old when you save the resistance for the first time. You’re so young.

The shattered remains of a home cradle you, muscle memory from the years of keeping a family long gone safe and warm, and even if you can feel the wind as it whistles through the cracks in the bricks and the sky looms red, enemy drones and rubble floating above you like a cot mobile, you don’t cry. Your little life has already taught you the harshest lesson of the apocalypse, and it’s not that crying won’t get you anywhere; crying will get you somewhere alright, six feet deep in a grave if the wrong ones hear you. Of course you don’t actually know that, not in that way at least, but you do know crying only ever wears you out. Tough lesson to learn, ain't it kid, but you learnt it well. You might just make it yet. 

There’s no telling how long you’ve been here- could have been five minutes, could have been forever, it's all the same to you. It’s unlikely that there are any coherent thoughts rattling around in that little brain of yours yet, but if so, they might sound something like this; I miss you, I miss you, where did you go? I’m hungry, it hurts, I miss you. Where did everyone go? I miss you. The same thoughts plague most brains these days, everyone’s got a ‘you’ to miss. We’ll all be ‘you’ someday, if we’re lucky. God, this is all quite morbid isn’t it, little one? It’s okay, though. Remember, this is a story about how you save them. It’s a happy story, you’ll get your happily ever after, even if they don’t all live.

She looks a lot like you, strangely. It’s something about the eyes, dark and strong, and the general aura of defiance. Maybe that’s why she finds you first, she feels a kinship in your ‘warrior spirit’, as she calls it, ‘a true fighter’, she calls you. ‘They are a baby, babies cannot fight. Primarily because they are still in the very early stages of fine motor skills development and cannot wield weapons yet, amongst other reasons.’ another voice says, but he doesn’t know just how hard you already have fought, will fight still. You’re there, and that is everything these days. She comes to your defence, proclaiming you ‘the strongest fighter of the resistance’, and ‘silence, purple one!’. You can’t tell that the second shout isn’t aimed at you, but what you can tell is that it's warm in her arms and now you only see her and not the broken sky above you. It’s not ‘you’, and you’re still not sure where everyone went, but this still feels comfortable. This feels like home, you think.

That’s the moment you break, and the tears start. You cry, and you cry, and you are surrounded by her. Her voice is low now, a tone rusty in use but so sure of itself as she tells you that you’re okay, you’re safe, she’s got you. ‘Poor thing, they must be so scared.’ comes a new voice, and there's a blur of orange (once you figure out what orange is, it’ll become your favourite colour, one of four favourites) over her shoulder. ‘Ain’t we all.’ comes a low rumble from behind. ‘They won’t be anymore. We’ve got them now.’ she says, and that’s how you meet your strange little family. Some of it, that is - there are more, an aunt and a grandfather or two, so many people ready to love you. 

She doesn’t just give you a name, she gives you hers. You’re Casey Jones Junior, a reminder that something always comes after. You don’t know yet how badly Casey Jones Senior had needed that reminder - she’s spent her whole life in pursuit of what’s next, in hopes that its greater than what’s now (a promotion, a resurrection, a fabled leader) and despair that it never is (better luck next time recruit, they could do it all without her, she breaks the chains that spell his downfall herself). When she finds the apocalypse next, she starts to think that maybe nothing next would be quite alright, but then there’s you and for the first time she truly feels like she’s on the right track. 

She carries you home, her family around her and in her arms, and Casey Jones Senior resolves to keep fighting another day. 

four years old

In your defence, such a sharp weapon should have never been left in your curious reach. In his, there's so much to keep on top of when you’re spearheading a resistance that if a sai or two get misplaced in the process, can anyone really blame him? Your hand is being patched up as he is berated once again, because ‘you know that weapons stay on you at all times, Raph’, and ‘why are they even sharp? Aren’t sai meant to be blunt?’. He groans out something about being a stupid teenager once upon a time, wondering what would happen if he sharpened his weapon the same way his brother did his swords, much out of the same curiosity that got you into this very predicament. He sounds like he might cry, but you can’t work out why. It’s your palm that's bleeding, and you didn’t even make a peep. That might have been the problem, though - no one noticed until your blood was smeared across the floor and that’s a sight no one can stomach. You were scooped up quickly, and he looks haunted. ‘He’ could have been anyone in the room.

“Raph’s sorry, lil’ guy.”. He’s gentle, so gentle, as he kneels before you and takes your bandaged hand. “I promise I won’t leave ‘em out again like that.”. There’s no promise that you won’t get hurt again, because no one likes to break a promise, but the way he smiles at you, still so gentle, makes all the pain go away.

“Can I hold ‘em again when I’m bigger please?” you ask, and of course you can’t see it but there’s a little sparkle in your eyes as you look up at him, glimmering like the stars that are still above you even if you can’t see them anymore, in the sky that no longer belongs to Earth. Let's look on the bright side though; it could still be ours again someday.

“Um… if your Mom says you can, then sure thing, buddy. But only when you’re older.”. Your mom will say yes, she always says yes because there is nothing that a Jones cannot do, so you cheer and throw your tiny little arms around his far bigger neck. You can’t hold all of him, so you just squeeze extra tight so he still feels the love all over. A hand comes to pat you on the back, and you certainly feel loved in his hold. 

“Why’d you want to hold ‘em so bad anyways, bud?” he asks, and you grin. It’s big and toothy, with a little gap right at the front where you lost your first tooth, and thank god that you lost it in the natural way, and not the way most people lose teeth these days.

“I wanna be just like Uncle Raphie!”. He melts, and the tears are back. Rather than wipe them away though, he just squeezes you closer. 

It’s one of the last memories you’ll get of Raphael, so please hold onto it. Hold onto it just as tight as you held onto his neck that day, held him long enough for the blood to seep through your bandages and make its mark on his skin. 

…

Well, anyways - there’s a conversation later that night that you’re not privy to. You’re probably fast asleep by your mother’s side when the clock strikes this antisocial hour. 

“He’s so little. Too little. Casey shouldn’t be even thinking about holding weapons yet.”.

Yet, yet, yet, it’s always yet. Weaponry is waiting for you in the future, and no one can lie, there are keen eyes on you as you play around the resistance base, to spot any signs of affinity for particular weapon types and fighting styles (you’re fast, get up close and personal, and there will be a brute force behind your hits if you really want there to be - someone offhandedly mentions hockey and the blueprints are already being drawn up). 

“Maybe it would be better to start him young. It is inevitable, after all.”. That’s probably the toughest pill for them to swallow, that when you grow up (if, if you grow up - that would be even harder to choke down if they would let themselves even consider it) you’ll be thrown to the front lines. 

But hey - we’re looking on the bright side, remember?

“C’mon guys, enough with the doom and gloom! Think of it this way - at least there will be someone to keep on fighting after us. And he’s going to be far more prepared than we ever could have been. Seriously, he’s like, the apocalypse nepo baby.”. You’d be shocked by how funny the apocalypse could be sometimes. It has to be, because if you don’t laugh you’ll cry, and you already know where crying gets you. It’s not the best joke, but it gets a snort from someone. “He’s got no choice but to succeed. I’m calling it now, Casey’s gonna be the one to end this someday. ”

“S’not much of a bright side. He’ll still have to fight.”. 

“Chin up, big guy. Look at what we’ve achieved already. The kind of things Casey’s going to do with all of us behind him? It’s looking pretty bright to me.”. It goes unsaid that most of them probably won’t be there to see it, but it’s enough for now. The thought of you seeing the other side of this war, even if you have to fight for it tooth and nail, it’s enough to let Raph truly think about what the end of the apocalypse could look like for the very first time since Hell arrived on earth. He thinks of the stars, how they’re still shining brightly and how we will see them again. He can even see a small smattering of them in the bleeding sky when he lays dying a few days later, and his final thought is that maybe we’re already starting to turn the tides. 

seven years old

Most people will probably tell you that celebrating a birthday is a waste of time, resources, and energy. The most cynical of the bunch would probably tell you that we don’t actually know when your birthday is, so why are you so confident that it’s today? But, and please don’t repeat this language, fuck them -  you’re seven years old, and isn’t that just incredible? You feel like the luckiest seven year old in the entire resistance (you’re only one of three in this branch, and Laura’s leg got broken yesterday, so your competition isn’t exactly tough) when your culinary wizard of an uncle manages to scrape together some sort of cake. The adults around you grimace a little when they bite into it (culinary wizard he may be, but there’s only so much magic can do), but you think it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted. It’s dry, and sticks to the roof of your mouth, and you’d hesitate to call it chocolate, but you go in for a second helping, and no one stops you because it’s your birthday! There’s more than enough to go around; your family has gotten a little bit smaller, after all. They’re never truly gone though, because you can always see his red bandana, and you’ll always share your name with her. You don’t really remember anything more than a grey blur, but your grandfather’s famous battle cry continues to echo across the frontlines. You make sure to enjoy your second helping even more than the first, just for them. 

There is one slice of cake left, and it has no business sitting on the plate looking all lonely like that. You’re not sure exactly why he didn’t show up this time, but you’re not going to let your special day pass by without seeing him. It may be your day, but the things that make you happy are so much sweeter when you share them; you think it might be because you love your family’s smiles more than anything else in the whole entire world. Pushing yourself up from the comfortable pile of mostly everyone you love on the floor (if some missions had been shifted around to make sure everyone could be here for you today, then no one was going to complain), you pick up the plate and go to find the missing piece of your family’s jigsaw puzzle.

“Where are you taking that, Case? Trying to sneak a third helping?”. Voices are light, and maybe it’s the most at ease you’ve ever seen your family. Today really is special.

“Nope, it’s Uncle Donnie’s and he’s gotta eat it today because tomorrow it’s just cake and that's much less exciting than birthday cake.”. You’re on a mission, just like the ones your uncles and aunt go on, ones you can’t wait to join them on someday, because you don’t want to be anything other than just like them when you finally grow up. Your aunt has even begun teaching you how to fight, and she always tells you what a natural you are (she feels so guilty about it, because it would be so much easier if you weren’t going to be such a powerhouse on the battlefield; there would maybe be cause to clutch you close to her chest and never let you go otherwise).

You might hear what’s said as you leave. “Casey, buddy, maybe you shouldn’t…”. You don’t let it deter you, even if you do.

“Nah, I say let him try. Maybe he’ll finally get through to that brilliantly dumb brain of his.”.

You guard the cake with your life as you run to the lab, because you can’t possibly wait a second longer to see him. This is the one thing that could make your day go from amazing to perfect. Call it your birthday wish, even if you didn’t have a candle to blow out.

You’re not actually sure when you last saw your uncle beyond a fleeting flash of purple at breakfast time, and that one night last week you had a standoff in the corridor at 3am, because you had a nightmare and wanted your Uncle Mikey, and he needed more coffee (if it was just a bit lighter, you’d have seen his damp eyes, and maybe would have figured out that he needed to seek out his brothers just as much as you). You know when you’re going to see him next, though - in about 30 seconds, because you’re standing in front of his door.

Knock, knock, knock. There isn’t a pattern, you just bang on the door with one hand, careful to balance the plate on your other. Bang, bang, bang. You’re greeted with the rhythmic bang of a hammer in response - or at least you think at first, it doesn’t take much waiting to realise that he probably hasn’t heard you. 

Knock, knock, knock. “Uncle Donnie! I have something for you!” you shout, right at the top of your lungs. Bang, bang - “Just leave it outside the door, I’ll get it later.” - bang.

Well, in that case - you sit down, cross legged and leaning against the door. Because sure, you’re bringing him the cake, but you’re really here because you miss him, and just want a little bit of his time. You think that sounds like a fair exchange; he gets a slice of your best birthday cake ever, and you get five minutes with your beloved uncle. Neither of those come around that often, so you should both make the most of it.

He must have underestimated your attention span, because he has the audacity to look shocked that you’re still there when he opens the door and you fall backwards into the lab with a shout of surprise. It’s only been 20 minutes; you’d wait so much longer than that for him. Miraculously, even in your speedy venture to the floor, the cake is still sitting neatly on its plate, and you hold it up with a wide grin. “I got you cake!”.

A million miles an hour is probably a gross underestimation of how fast your uncle’s brain goes at any given moment, for better or worse. The look on his face suggests that for a moment, his thoughts are speeding even by his standards, and then they promptly smash into a brick wall. You can tell by the way his eyes get a little bit too wide, and his mouth falls open a little - it’s an expression you only see in the rare moments he feels like he’s failed, although all you can see is a success - because there he is! You’re still grinning up at him from the floor, even if your arms are starting to shake from holding the plate up. He shakes away the expression, and quickly takes the plate from you. Only to swiftly discard it on a nearby workbench though, in favour of kneeling down and leaning over to look at your blinding grin. 

“Casey… is it today?” he asks, still a little too wide eyed. You giggle a little, because what else would it be, tomorrow? He does genuinely look lost though, so you nod. It’s rare that you know something that he doesn’t, but even if it might feel cool to outsmart the smartest person you know, you fill him in. “Yeah, it’s today! And it’s also my birthday.”. He’s quiet for a moment, teeth worrying his lips as his eyes flick away from your face. “And I’m seven.”.

“Not until 6:47pm.” he says, almost automatically. Once he realises what he’s said, his panicked eyes flick to the screen on his wrist, and you think he’s checking the time.

“You haven’t missed it! I made sure to keep looking at the hands on the clock so I could come and see you before you miss it.”. It’s the time that the scouting-turned-rescue mission seven years ago got back to the base, and an official mission report was made. ‘Baby boy, approximately 5 months old, found in rubble. No others found in immediate vicinity.’, submitted at 6:47pm. It’s never bothered you that it’s not the exact day or moment you were born, it’s the exact day and time your family became just that, and that's what really matters to you. None of your uncles know the exact time and day they were born either (the debate of who’s older still rages on till this day, not even the end of the world can put that argument to rest), so it means you’re just like them. You still can’t imagine wanting to be anything else. 

“Okay.”. He stands up, and offers you a hand. You take it, giggling as he pulls you up a little bit too far and your legs dangle. You kick them for a second, before he notices and puts you back firmly on solid ground. “I have two forks.”. 

You sit in the bean bags he has stashed in the corner of the lab, and the two of you share the last slice of birthday cake. He struggles more than the others to hide his distaste for it, but you think it tastes the best it has yet. The lab door has been left open, and you know that it’s not by mistake, because it could have been shut with a quick tap of a screen, but it stays wide open as the rest of your family files in. You’re all slotted together perfectly when the clock strikes 6:47pm, and you hear your Uncle Donnie sing the loudest as your family wishes you a happy birthday. You think it’s because you’re sitting closest to him, but everyone else can see the way his chest expands as he takes deep breaths, putting his all into his well wishes.

It was easy for him to forget that life isn’t over yet, even if what he’s been burdened with is creating and creating until he has something that will prolong it just that little bit longer. Amidst the cheers of ‘hip hip hooray’, he remembers that moments like this are exactly what he’s toiling away in the lab for. They haven’t gone anywhere yet though, and he doesn’t want to let even a single second of it pass him by again. Donnie actually smiles for once, because you are seven years old now and that really is something incredible. You see him everyday at breakfast after that, with actual food rather than just a mug, and he always has a fork for you. 

eleven years old

You’re just about in the double digits the first time you actually realise that you’ve saved the resistance. It happens so quickly - you’re still not old enough to be out on the field, but it’s all hands on deck when the krang brings the fight to your front door. Maybe don’t say this to anyone else, but you sort of think that it makes your age a moot point - if you can fight like hell when the hallways are caving in and there's pink, pink, pink everywhere, then surely you can join simple scouting missions? No one quite understands why you’re so eager to be out there on the field, and maybe you don’t fully understand either (you definitely don't understand just how dire it is out there, they’ve done a good job of keeping that from you so far), but you know that it’s what you want. It’s what all of your heroes do, after all. You know for a fact that your uncles wanted to be just like their own heroes when they grew up, and now that you’re finally getting taller and your arms are starting to gain a little muscle, why can’t you follow in their footsteps? The only difference is that their heroes were on the TV screen. You’re lucky enough to see yours in the flesh every single day. Two of them, at least. Purple now flutters alongside the fraying red. 

At first, it’s no different from all of the other hounds. It’s gross and dripping, what you think must be teeth gnashing and shockingly red. You’re not stupid, you know that it can’t be krang blood, you don’t think they even have it, but nothing can deter you from swinging your hockey stick right into its side (and you know you could do so much more than just crack it’s bones into tiny little pieces if someone finally listened to you and removed the child lock that Donnie was forced to add), sending it flying sideways. A little blood never bothered you, and it’s a good job, because you’re covered in it. Some of it might be your own, but there’s so much adrenaline pumping through your veins right now that pain doesn’t even stand a chance at stopping you. You feel so alive as you wipe some of that blood from your face (definitely not your own, you’d know if you had a head wound), but your heart stops as you see what was laid beneath the hound. 

It’s your aunt, or what might be left of her - you can’t tell if her chest is still rising and falling or not. She��s teetering on the edge of just being another body in the makeshift morgue, which you know is nearing full already. Your body wants to freeze, your tears want to fall, your voice wants to scream, but listen, here’s what you do instead: drop to your knees, bring your ear right up to her mouth to here those wheezing, determined breaths, then immediately pull the hoodie over your head to first clear enough blood to find the wound, and second put pressure on it as you scream out for help. You’ve got this. You’re doing so well, kid. Just remember to take a few breaths of your own in the middle of all of this chaos. 

Help doesn’t come, but another hound does. You don’t let it get close, as you put those little muscles to use and scoop her up. This one won’t get to her. It snarls at you, and you snarl back, flashing your matching bloody teeth. You turn and run before it can even think about pouncing, and even though she’s heavy, you’re still fast as you jump over rubble and dodge bodies you don’t have time to think about trying to save.

The medbay is still standing, proving that the decision to make it the most out of the way and difficult to reach location in the base was at least somewhat strategic. The krang hasn’t reached it, and based on the mutters of ‘code green’ and ‘it’s over’, they won’t this time. It’s still yet, yet, yet, as you know, but it’s not now so you shove your aunt onto a bed and don’t even wait for an adult to start grabbing bandages and needles. They do still take over eventually, because it doesn’t matter that you just saved Commander O’Neil’s life - you are still just a child. Just barely in the double digits. Hopefully one day you’ll realise this was never an insult, instead it was maybe the greatest display of love they could give you. No one escapes the apocalypse, but they still tried to give you routes out of it. The corridors are all collapsed now though, and you grip your hockey stick tight in your blood-slicked grasp as you watch your aunt be pulled back together into one piece. 

April’s probably the one person in the resistance whose resolve has never shaken, but that’s not to say it can’t still be strengthened. When she wakes to see your bloodstained hoodie discarded by the cot she’s found herself on, she’ll of course panic for a second. Thankfully, someone will quickly fill her in, tell her that the blood is her own, and the unbelievable story of the little child who dragged her from the jaws of the hounds. She’ll believe it though, because for starters, you're a Jones, and a Jones can do anything, of course. You’re also a Hamato, and if there’s one thing Hamato can’t do, it’s leave family behind. This spells the start of your official tenure as a resistance fighter, because your age is something you’ll outgrow, but your fighting spirit is something you will not.

It might also have something to do with the fact that much of the resistance lay dead all around you, their blood still clinging to your skin, but what do we always say? Look on the bright side. Stars are still shining, buddy. Time to join your heroes in taking them back.

fourteen years old

You don’t even have to do anything this time. You’re off somewhere with your aunt, maybe training, maybe laughing, ideally both. 

The way you save the resistance this time looks something like this: sparks of molten magic, and a pull he’s never felt before. He can’t deny it, it does feel like hope, but hurts like hell as it starts to crackle up his arms. He’s swiftly stopped, not by his own will, but he’s grateful when the fire splitting him apart fizzles out. It’s very quiet in the aftermath, because they know what this means. It means it’s possible. It means it's going to cost everything. 

They decide that it would be worth it though, if it gave you a chance. There’s no one else they believe in more than you. It’s been said for years, as far back as the days where the only time you shed blood was when you mishandled sai that now just sit and collect dust; you’re gonna be the one to end this someday.

That day should be far off in the future though, when they’ve had time to give you the mission brief, hand over the supplies, and give you a tight hug, not goodbye but good luck. There isn’t really a point dwelling on it now. Mikey just smiles as he tugs the bandages tighter around his arms, and relishes in the fact that they finally have a plan B that might just work out this time. It helps to reignite the optimistic fire he was reluctant to tell anyone was starting to burn out. 

+1. sixteen years old

You’re only sixteen years old when you save the resistance for the last time. You’re so young. I think it might really be the end this time, kiddo. 

You don’t even flinch when I bleed on you, you just tell me that you’ve got me, just as I had you all those time you scraped your knee or bruised your elbow. Not to be arrogant, but you said it yourself - you learned from the best. Sorry. I know it’s not about me, but there’s very little left these days to focus on. Let’s keep the attention on you though, because you’re about to finally save the resistance once and for all. 

All that needs to be said is ‘hope’, and Mikey knows it’s time for plan B. There’s no time for anything we’d planned, no explanation, no hugs goodbye or good luck, but the belief in you never wavers. Not for a second. You’re Casey Jones-Hamato Junior, remember? There’s nothing you can’t do, except leave your family behind. I won’t say that out loud, because you’ll argue that you are in fact leaving me and Mikey behind. Technically, I’d argue you’re leaving us ahead, because soon we’ll be the future. Again, I won’t say that, because if my last words are going to be a joke, I at least want it to be a good one. What you’re doing, in actual fact, is giving us a second chance. I don’t doubt for a second that you’ll find us back there. Our sky may now be lost, but they’ll take you to the highest rooftop and show you every single shimmering constellation and you’ll finally know an Earth that firmly belongs to us. Oh buddy, you’re going to love it.

The last I see of you, you’re crying. It’s one of the first things I saw you do, and now it’s the last. That first time all those sixteen years ago, I think you only started crying because you knew it was finally safe to call attention to yourself as Casey held you in surprisingly gentle but strong arms. Now, I can’t kid myself, I know it’s because you’re scared, and I’m sorry. But hey, you know how I like to look on the bright side - at least the last you see of me, I’m smiling. 

I hope that’s the last you see, at least, I know it won’t be long as a hound throws itself at me. There’s only one thing on my mind now, and it’s that you really are gonna do it. You’re gonna be the one to end this today. 

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Sparks Fly

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The problem with Matt Murdock was that you had known from the moment you had met him that he was a bad idea. At first he had been all pleasant smiles and soft words but once you had gotten to know him his words turned flirty and his smiles were charmingly attractive. You were glad for the fact he couldn’t see you, glad for the fact he could never witness you blush under his gaze, see as you shifted in your seat or watch the way your breath hitched when he stood too close.

Everything about Matt was a bad idea, falling for him was the worst one though. As much as that man loved flirting with you and everyone else in his general vicinity, you knew at the first sign of real feelings he would run and hide, ignoring it because he was so scared of something you didn’t understand.

You’d met Matt by chance, running into Foggy first after your boss rented out the office space opposite theirs and he invited you inside. The two of you were fast friends but meeting Matt, letting his hand wrap around yours as he introduced himself, feeling sparks between you, you had known then and there it was a bad idea to stick around Nelson and Murdock and yet after that first day you seemed to spend more time in their office than you did your own.

It went on for months, Matt oblivious to how you felt whilst you silently pined. You couldn’t count how many times you’d lost yourself in a daydream, your traitorous thoughts creating all sorts of impossible scenarios where Matt would just grab you, pull you close and kiss you until your lips were swollen and you struggled to breathe.

You knew Matt was a good person, even if he did have a reckless streak, one you’d bore witness to yourself and heard about in length from Foggy. You knew that he would never date somebody seriously, preferring to sleep around rather than stay with one person, you knew you should let go of your crush for him but it was impossible.

Some days you were convinced Matt knew how you felt. When the three of you went to a bar together after work and he sat a little too close to you, his knees brushing against yours and your arms rested against each other. You knew he couldn’t see the way you glanced at the way he sat so close, knew he couldn’t see your smile as you resisted the urge to shift close and yet you always caught a smirk on his face aimed in your direction, some flirty comment following it.

It didn’t matter because you knew for Matt it wasn’t nothing but a fun little game to flirt the night away with you. It didn’t matter how much you told yourself it was just a crush when you knew your feelings went beyond that because nothing would come from them.

“Let me walk you home.” Matt insisted like he did after every night spent at the bar. It had been over a year since you’d met him and he had never once failed to make sure you got home safe, despite your insistence that you’d be fine.

“You don’t have to.” You told him, a scripted response that Matt had come to expect in the time he’d known you and you didn’t need to see him without the red tinted glasses to see he was rolling his eyes behind them.

“I’m gonna walk you home.” He grinned at you causing you to laugh as he headed off in the direction of your apartment, you following him straight away.

Matt walked by your side, close enough that if you were brave enough you’d be able to reach out and brush your hand against his, thread your fingers together and feel his hand against yours. He was close enough that if you turned to face him and leaned up you could press your lips to his.

He was close enough to touch and yet the distance between you seemed wider than ever.

“Everything ok?” Matt asked softly, startling you out of your thoughts and you prayed that he hadn’t somehow been able to tell what you had been thinking about.

“Sorry, lost in my own head.” You chucked, hoping he’d let you brush it off and change the subject but Matt was never one for letting the people he cared about suffer, always wanting to do something to make it better.

“Seems to happen a lot.” Matt stated and you tensed slightly, Matt noticing straight away but he didn’t let it show. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

Did you know that? Sure, of course you did, you could talk to Matt about anything, anything except for the fact you were in love with him, anything expect for the fact that all you could think about was him kissing you right now on the sidewalk, how you wanted nothing more than for him to tell you that he felt the same way.

“I know.” You smiled, letting all the things you most desperately wanted to say go unsaid. “But there’s nothing to talk about.”

Matt clearly didn’t buy it if the frown on his face was anything to go by and as much as you hated putting it there, as much as you hated lying to him you knew it was easier this way. Losing Matt would hurt infinitely more than silently wishing for him.

Matt knew what was eating you up, he knew that you were as desperate for him as he was for you. If it had been anyone else, if he had met you years ago he wouldn’t have hesitated to cup your cheek and drag you in for a kiss, he wouldn’t have given a second thought to taking you to bed, he wouldn’t have wasted any time in making you his.

But it wasn’t years before, it was now and now he had Daredevil in his life. He couldn’t risk another person getting hurt because of him, he was already risking more than he’d like with Foggy knowing but you…he couldn’t risk anything happening to you because of him.

And yet he wanted you. He wanted you so bad. Hearing your heart rate speed up when he brushed his hand against yours, feeling the heat spread to your cheeks when he made a suggestive comment, hearing the way your breathing hitched when he wrapped his arm through yours, knowing you wanted him was driving him crazy.

He felt like a man starved when it came to you, barely holding back from his desires to just give in and kiss you, to feel how good you felt for him, he wanted you. He knew he had feelings for you and all he wanted to do was act on them.

The rain started to fall when you were five blocks from your apartment and began to pour down by the time you were two blocks away. Matt’s hand found yours and you felt the same familiar sparks you always seemed to feel whenever he touched you shoot through your hand.

Matt took off in a run and you had no choice but to follow after him, the two of you laughing and gasping for breath by the time you stood under the small roof at the door of your apartment complex.

The rain had stuck Matt’s suit to him, his hair flat against his head as droplets fell down his cheek and nose. You wanted to reach out and brush his face, wanted to follow the path of the rain drops and trail kisses all the way down to his lips.

Matt could hear the way your heart had sped up even more, having nothing to do with the rain and everything to do with whatever thoughts were running through your head. He wanted to know what you were thinking, wanted to give you whatever you wanted, he was torn, so close to throwing everything out the window and giving in.

The two of you went silent as you turned to each other, your eyes drawn to Matt’s lips and you watched as he ducked his head, watched as he went to lean in before you closed your eyes.

“I should go.” Matt breathed out and you bit back a huff of disappointment, letting your eyes open to look at his sad smile.

“Okay.” You murmured, debating on whether you should be the one to take the risk and close the distance between you, suddenly so sure that Matt wanted you, but you weren’t brave enough.

You knew you’d spend the rest of your life regretting that.

You didn’t want to spend the rest of your life regretting it though, even if Matt couldn’t give you what you wanted you knew he wanted at least one night with you and you’d do anything for it, anything to feel how electric Matt’s kisses were, anything to feel how good his hands running along your body could feel, anything to run your fingers through his hair to pull him into a kiss.

You watched as Matt stepped out into the rain, watched him walk to the end of your street before freezing. You decided you were going to be brave, didn’t let your mind become overwhelmed with all the reasons this was a bad idea and instead followed him out in the rain, feeling a shiver run down your spine and not knowing whether it was from anticipation or the cold.

Matt seemed to have the same idea, turning around on his heel and meeting you halfway, cupping your face in his hands and practically smashing your lips together in a rushed and messy kiss, your noses knocking against each other as your hands gripped his wet suit.

The kiss was everything you had thought it was going to be, if you thought Matt brushing against your hand was enough to send a rush of electricity through you then it wasn’t nothing compared to the sparks flying as he kissed you.

The two of you stayed out in the rain kissing until you had to pull away for air, both of you drenched through but not even noticing as Matt rested his forehead against yours, the two of you breathing heavily against each other.

Matt gave you a second longer to catch your breath before his lips were on yours again, this time his hands found your hips and he nudged you until you were walking backwards towards your apartment, Matt managing to pull himself away so you could open the door before he attached himself to you again, the two of you somehow managing to get up the stairs without breaking apart.

Matt slammed your back into the door, pulling away from your lips to nip at your neck, trailing kisses and pausing to suck bruises into the skin causing you to muffle soft moans as you tried several times to open your apartment door.

Once you were inside Matt wasted no time moving you both to the bedroom, by the time the two of you got there you had both been stripped off your wet clothes and left only in your underwear. Matt sat down on the bed first and pulled you on top of him so that you were straddling him, feeling how hard he was for you.

You moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair, he wet locks tangling around your fingers and you tighten your grip to pull him into another rough kiss, Matt groaning into as you grinded against him, his hand moving towards your hips and dragging you closer, bucking up into you.

“Fuck Y/N, need you so bad.” Matt grunted into your neck when you finally pulled away from each other, his hands running up and down your body causing you to moan.

You shifted down Matt’s body, trailing kisses down his chest until you settled in between his legs, wasting no time in removing his boxers and moaning at the sight of his hard cock, already leaking with pre-cum.

Matt couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into your mouth when your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, forcing his dick half way into you before he restrained himself, listening as you choked and moaning loudly, his hands gripping your hair as you took a breath before you started sucking on his cock like you were made for it.

Matt felt himself hit the back of your throat, moaning even louder as he felt you relax and take him even further. You were making such a mess, he could feel your drool all over his cock, leaking from your mouth and down your chin, he could feel your gaze on him, knew your eyes would be bright and wide especially when he stilled you with the hand in your hair and took over, letting himself lose control as he thrusted himself deep into your mouth.

He had to force himself to pull out before he made an even bigger mess on your face, tempting as the thought was, he needed to be inside of you, needed to feel how good you felt on his cock.

Matt shifted you so that you were laying underneath him, as he settled in between your legs he dipped his head down to smash his lips against yours and feeling the mess you had made had him groaning into it before he pulled away.

You moaned loudly when you felt the head of Matt’s cock pushing at your entrance, spreading you open and stretching you wide. Your hand gripped the bedsheet as you felt him push deeper into you, already feeling fuller than you’d ever felt before he was fully inside you.

Matt kissed you again as he pushed his cock fully inside you, feeling the way you stretched perfectly around him, unable to stop the moans and grunts that escaped him. You were so tight on his cock, the little gasped breaths that left you as he stretched you out ran straight to his cock.

The way he could hear your heart hammering against your chest had him thrusting into you after giving you a minute to adjust to him and you were crying out in pleasure as he set a rough pace, slamming in and out of you like he couldn’t control himself, his fingers rubbing against your clit causing your toes to curl and back to arch as you fisted the sheets and moaned mindlessly.

Matt trailed kissed down to your neck, tasting sweat against your skin as your head fell to the side and he wasted no time in covering your skin in even more bruises, marking you as his whilst he slammed into you, whispering praises, telling you how good you felt, how perfect you were, how much he loved feeling you on his cock.

Eventually it was all too much for you and your hands found Matt’s shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as you felt yourself come apart, practically seeing sparks fly as you came on his cock whilst he continued thrusting into your sensitive pussy, his fingers still rubbing at your clit causing you to whimper and gasp.

Matt continued thrusting into you, feeling like he was in heaven when he felt you cumming all over his cock and lasted only a few moments longer before he stilled, burying his face in your neck and cumming inside you, giving a few lazy thrusts before he managed to pull himself out of you.

You felt a trail of cum leave your pussy, groaning at how empty you felt now that Matt had left you, the man laying on top of you and trailing lazy kisses along your chest, your hands moving up into his hair, running your fingers through it gently and smiling as he leaned into your touch.

“What is this?” You couldn’t help but ask after a while, keeping your voice soft so as not to disturb the peace between you.

Matt knew he couldn’t leave now, not now that he had had you. He wanted you to be with him, he wanted to be with you in every way possible. He’d do everything he could to protect you, to keep Daredevil and the trouble that seemed to follow the masked vigilante far away from you.

“I love you.” Matt confessed, smiling as he felt your heart stutter before speeding up. “I was scared but I love you, Y/N/N, I want you to be mine.”

“I’d like that.” You murmured, letting your lips press against his hair. “I love you too.”

You were ecstatic, for so long you had thought you would never know what it would be like to have Matt feel anything other than friendship for you and now he was here, in your bed, telling you he loved you. It was better than all your wildest dreams, holding Matt close and falling asleep in his arms, glad you had been brave enough and knowing you wouldn’t have to live the rest of your life wondering what would have happened if you’d just kissed him in the pouring rain.

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Horror Movie Time with Sonic F/Os

General imagines for watching horror films with Sonic characters! What types they're into, what kind of movie watcher they are, etc. I originally wanted them to be able to be read as romantic or platonic, but eventually I just kinda went full romance.

Characters: Sonic, Shadow, Silver, Amy, Rouge, Omega

Spoiler warnings for Poltergeist and Alien, and a very minor spoiler warning for The Thing

Sonic:

Is more a fan of the 'campy' horror movies, although he'll also watch slashers - they get his blood pumping and his heart racing, and he lives for that. He doesn't like seeing you actually afraid, so he'll definitely take your tastes into account when picking a movie- if you say no to a specific thing, he'll tease you a bit but he'll pick something else.

Does NOT like supernatural horror. He will not watch ghost movies. He won't watch movies about doomsday scenarios. Basically, if he doesn't think he could fight it off in real life, it horrifies him and he can't stop thinking about it. What if that stuff happened to him? Happened to you? Haunts him for days or months afterwards. You made the mistake of watching The Thing with him, and for three weeks afterwards you had to talk him out of making you do the blood test every time you were apart for more than 5 hours.

He's fine with werewolf movies, for obvious reasons. Been there, done that, still tries to use his foot to scratch his ear sometimes.

All in all, he just wants to have fun with the movie, and with you. If you say 'tonight, we are watching a bunch of Disney Channel Original Scary Movies and eating our weight in popcorn,' he'll be just as happy as if you wanted to watch every Halloween movie.

Shadow:

Is a more all-around moviegoer, although since meeting you, he's found slashers are harder to watch. He can't help but think about you suffering through those scenarios, and ultimately dying.

Meanwhile, he loves sci-fi and supernatural horror. He's a product of science, he knows what it can do, so he can completely relax when watching movies like Alien.

In fact, and he'd never tell you this, he likes that one a LOT more after meeting you. He can easily see you in Ripley's place- resourceful, smart, trying to keep everyone alive. Going back for Jonesy seems like something you would do. He likes imagining you, triumphant, coming home to him.

Shadow likes it a LOT when you cling tightly to him- you can grab his arm as hard as you want, you can squeeze him like you're a boa constrictor, whatever. It doesn't hurt him, he's the Ultimate Lifeform! He likes the physical contact that he doesn't have to ask for, but he also very much enjoys knowing he makes you feel safe.

You should definitely expect him to start appraising the movie afterwards- he doesn't actually care, but he wants to talk to you and he's not great at conversations without a set topic. Please indulge him.

Silver:

is kind of a weenie and and doesn't really like actually scary movies all that much. He's been through enough, thank you. He's much more of a children's Halloween movie guy- your Mostly Ghostlys, your Scary Godmothers, your Cry Baby Lanes. Basically, nothing scarier than Tremors.

If you do make him watch a horror film, he's shaking in the first five minutes, and once bodies start piling up he's crying into your shirt.

There is one exception.

He loves Tobe Hooper's Poltergeist. Everything about it speaks to him, and he loves sharing it with you. He'll hold your hand whenever Steve and Diane are supporting each other, and he'll pull you into his chest and hold you during the scary parts. Afterwards, he'll tell you about how he hopes you two can be together like that someday- how he'll never abandon you when things get tough, and how he knows you'll stick by him, too.

He likes it because throughout all the horrible things, everyone is looking out for each other. He loves that everyone lives. And if you like the movie, too? He's the happiest hedgehog that ever lived.

Rouge:

Is a big fan of slashers- the gorier the better! She's the kind to cheer when some idiot gets murdered. But she also much prefers watching them at home, with you. She wants her head in your lap, taking sips of red wine in between mouthfuls of heart-stoppingly buttery popcorn, just having a great time with you.

But, and you won't find this out on the first date, she's also a huge film buff and adores the cult classics. If you so much as mention cult horror, she'll start trying to get you to watch her Criterion Collection DVD of Hausu, and wants to discuss the finer points of horror.

And she is trusting you not to spoil her reputation by telling anybody else about this. Especially you shouldn't tell anybody that she LOVES Them!

She also really likes horror films with a romantic bent, and she keeps saying that she'll tease you during them but honestly when the time comes her eyes are glued to the goddamn screen... it's the perfect time to slip your hands into hers.

Amy:

Likes two kinds of horror moves. She loves psychological horror- it keeps her guessing, keeps her engaged. When you watch with her, she likes to voice her theories out loud, and loves to hear your thoughts on it!

In the same vein, she also likes cult classics- her favourite is the 1962 film Carnival of Souls. Expect a lengthy discussion every time you guys watch a more 'cerebral' film- she really does like to hear how you felt about it! It helps her feel like she can see into your world a bit better.

But on days where she doesn't have that much brainpower to spare, she really enjoys a good horror/comedy. Her go-to is the Three Flavour Cornetto trilogy, but honestly she's not that picky. You guys watched Werewolves Within together and about died laughing. The genre is basically the mental equivalent of icecream to her.

Whatever you two watch, you are smushed up together in one corner of the couch. Doesn't matter who's in front and who's behind, one of you has your head in the crook of the neck of the other.

123-Omega:

He also like slashers, and he's kind of unbearable to watch 'em with. Every time anybody dies, he either says 'That would not have happened to me' or 'I would not let that happen to you.'

It's kind of cute, but once you're an hour and seven deaths deep, it can get a bit annoying. That said, you appreciate him for who he is, so you knew this was a bit inevitable and you love him anyway.

Once you asked him what he would do to protect you from 'unkillable' slashers like Michael Meyers, and after a second of thinking, he picked you up, took you out to the gun range, put you down behind him, and proceeded to absolutely obliterate everything in front of him one long, sustained round of heavy fire. Probably used up at least $6k of artillery. He then turned back to you and stated 'Michael Meyers could not survive being turned into a fine mist'

You were still in your jammies, and you couldn't help but laugh so hard you fell over. God bless your loving sentry turret.

~~~

Hope you all enjoyed! These were fun to write for, and I'd definitely be willing to do more for other characters if requested!

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STWG Daily Prompt (Dec 10) - Your favorite song

🚙 characters/pairings: stargyle

💨 Argyle thinks he knows what Steve's favorite song is and tries to woo him a bit with it.

📻 content/trigger warnings: weed use, implied sexual activities, mentions of the torture steve went through

🎵 word count: 1034

Argyle’s pizza van idles in a parking place. Every night this week he’d come to pick Steve up from work. It was an odd role reversal and Steve struggled to accept it the first few nights. More so the first night since it meant leaving his car but they got it worked out. Now it was, well, it was still more than Steve felt he deserved but he’d stopped saying that.

Something was different tonight, though. Steve ran through all the problems there could have been. Argyle blew through his gas money and now didn’t have enough to get all the way home to some major problem with one of their friends and Argyle didn’t know how to break the news. The latter was what Steve’s brain latched on to, naturally, and pressed it further. Robin wasn’t okay, he needed to get home.

Urgency built in Steve that Argyle didn’t share. He sat there in the driver’s seat, one leg tucked in, and turned toward Steve. Rather than looking panicked or heartbroken, Argyle looked like a child. Bright-eyed, trying not to smile and struggling to sit still. So Steve focused on that. Nothing was going on, everything was fine, and everyone was safe. Argyle’s not a good enough actor for anything else.

Still, the anxiety sat in the back of Steve’s chest. It never truly went away, just became manageable. To keep it at bay, Steve leaned on the armrest and stretched himself across the space between the seats to steal a kiss…and the joint while Argyle’s defenses were down. Both worked with very little protest.

Holding the smoke in, Steve tried to let everything else fall away. The anxiety over being in the parking lot when they should be halfway home, the stress of eight hours in retail, and all the what-ifs and never-going-to-happen scenarios he’d cooked up. They all needed to go and as the song switched to Duran Duran, Steve coughed out the breath he held too long.

As Steve coughed and tried to find his breath, Argyle laughed and took back custody of the joint. He cracked jokes and Steve flipped him off. Another perk in whatever this was he and Argyle had found. Rarely was anything serious. Obviously, there was a time and place but for the most part, they got to laugh, have fun, and mock each other. Steve’s love languages.

Fully recovered and unable to keep quiet, Steve asked “Why are we still sitting here? I mean, not that it’s not fun. We’ve almost got the windows fully fogged up but…what is happening?”

“Just wait a minute more. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Well, that didn’t sound like something they’d want the windows fogged up for. Steve shifted in his seat again, desperate to find some way to sit that would make this all make sense.

As the song ended, Argyle’s feet dropped to the floor. He’d been all over that seat today, Steve was half tempted to offer to drive.

“Our next song goes out to Steve…” the DJ started.

“Finally!” Argyle said, flinging back against the window.

“…you’ve got a secret admirer out there who wanted you to hear your favorite song tonight in hopes you were thinking of her.”

“Her?” Steve asked the DJ, almost confused at who could be responsible. One look at the proud man beside him said that “her” was very much an assumed pronoun or a cover story.

There was a dopey grin growing on Argyle’s face as Bonnie Tyler started singing “Every now and then I get a little bit lonely…”

Argyle reached out and twisted the dial, turning what was background noise into the main feature, waiting eagerly to hear Steve’s thoughts.

“Is this my favorite song?” he asked innocently.

It was the wrong question. Argyle deflated back in his seat. “You and Robin sing this all the time. No one can say the words ‘turn around’ without you two singing something. It makes you so happy, I thought you just really loved the song.”

“It’s because,” Steve didn’t know how to finish that.

How did he explain that it was once a joke at someone else’s expense that had taken on a life of its own? Argyle certainly wasn’t the type to mock someone’s singing voice. He’d find something good to say. To avoid that Steve could make it worse. He could play the sympathy card and talk about the bonding moments between him and Robin and what led them to that song. Things they try not to think about and cover with jokes. No answer is great.

Steve still has to try something. “It’s a long-running joke between the two of us. Something that sprouted legs and, obviously, we lean on it a little too much.”

“So it’s not your favorite song?”

With a sigh, Steve tries his best to look apologetic. “No, it’s not a bad song, though.”

Argyle sat with the news for a minute before nodding with newfound purpose. “Alright, I’ll find your favorite song then! And get the radio guy to figure out how to tell time better.”

“What?”

“I told him you got off work at seven so he needed to play it at 7:05. Not 7:22.”

Weirdly, Steve relates. The trying so hard and thinking he’s on to something, only to be wrong. The song, the timing, it all fell apart but the effort was more than anyone had ever put into Steve. Not to mention, Argyle didn’t ask what his favorite song actually was. He declared he’d figure it out. He wanted to learn not to be told and while Steve wants to start dropping very obvious hints, he also wants to guard the information and make him really work for it.

The song ends and a guy called Wallace gets the next dedication. Some Adam and the Ants shit for his tenth wedding anniversary, giving Steve this small hope that in ten years they’ll be sitting in a parking lot much like this, waiting to hear some song that isn’t his favorite but means something to THEM. Not him and Robin, not the party, but him and Argyle.

For now, they’ll take advantage of the extra room in the van and the already fogged up windows.

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[firstdivisiongirl]

Emma x Draken: Love Story Part 11

The Wedding Day

It was finally the day.  The day of Draken and Emma’s wedding was here.  It was a beautiful spring day.  The sun was shining, the air wasn’t too warm but not too cold, and the sky was blue and clear.  It was everything the couple could have asked for.  Draken was currently getting ready with Mikey, Takemitchi and Mitsuya.  “You nervous Draken,” Mitsuya asked as he tied his tie.

“No,” Draken answered, “it just feels real.  We aren’t the same delinquents anymore.”

“You know you said the same thing at Pah’s wedding.”

“Shut up,”  Draken said, tightening his fist.

“No need to throw punches on your own wedding day.  Just relax.  I don’t think Emma would be happy if I let punch someone on your wedding day.”

The two dragon tattooed boys laughed.  Mitsuya and Takemitchi left the room, leaving Mikey and Draken in the room.

“Well Ken-chin, it’s been a long time coming,” Mikey said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

Draken nodded, “it has.  You gonna miss Emma?”

“No, because I’ll be coming over to your house all the time.”

“Lucky us.”

Meanwhile, Emma, Hina, Yuzuha and Senju were getting ready.  The girls were laughing and talking about what married life was going to be like.  Once everyone was ready and Emma was the only one left, Shinichiro walked in.

“You look great Emma,” he said as he engulfed her in a hug, “it feels like just yesterday you came to the house to stay.”

“Are you and Mikey going to be okay without me,” she said looking up at her older brother.

“I’ll be fine.  Mikey already told me he’ll be at your house all the time.”

Emma laughed, “lucky us.”

Draken waited at the front of the gazebo.  As usual, he was calm and didn’t show much emotion.  The moment he saw Emma as Shinichiro walked her down the aisle, he started to smirk.  She looked beautiful.  She wasn’t super made up, she looked like she was just fancier.  

When she reached the end and Shinichiro left to sit down, Draken mouthed to Emma, “you look beautiful.”  The ceremony was like any other ceremony, but they kept it short and sweet.  Then the time came.  “You may kiss the bride,” the officiant said.  Draken leaned down while Emma stood on her tip toes.  They kiss was passionate, and both felt the sparks they felt all those years ago.  Shinichiro was on the verge of crying.  He was going to miss his little sister.  Takemitchi was crying.  Hina gave him a look to pull himself together.

Once the reception started, that’s when the fun began.  The food was amazing, thanks to Taiju.  The dancing was fun.  Even Draken danced.  In all honesty, Emma forced him to.  But the best moment of the night was Mikey’s speech.  Mikey stood up and grabbed the microphone.

“There is so much to say about these two,” Mikey started, “Kenny, you’ve been one of my best friends for a long time.  And Emma, you’ve been my support system for even longer.  To see you two happy makes me happy.  I know I’ve done a lot to annoy you.  I kind of forced you two to confess, I meddled in your first date.  But it was only because I knew you two were soulmates.  I’m really happy you two ended up together.  However, I am unhappy that there is no taiyaki here, but I'll let it slide.”

Everyone laughed.  Of course, Mikey would say something like that during the most heart warming speech.

The wedding went into the late hours of the night.  Emma and Draken exited the reception and left on the Zephyr.  Emma held on tight to Draken.  She never rode a motorcycle with anyone but Draken.  No matter how scared she was and how tight she held onto him, he never complained she was holding on too tight and he made her feel safe.

“Hey Draken,” she said as they continued to head to their home, “did you enjoy the wedding?”

“Yeah,” he answered, “but I think I’ll enjoy every day after today more.”

She raised her eyebrows, “what does that mean?”

“The wedding doesn’t mean much.  I’m happier that we get to spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Look who’s being romantic.”

“Shut up, don’t,” Draken was interrupted when a raindrop hit his hand.  He was annoyed at the rain.

“Don’t worry,” Emma reassured him, “rain on your wedding day is good luck.”

“Whatever,” he said under his breath as he drove a little faster.

Thankfully, they were almost home.  Their house was just like her family home.  It wasn’t very big and very simplistic.  There was a garage attached to it so Draken could work on his own motorcycle as well as their friends’.  They had bought the house a few months before the wedding.  Draken loved the ladies at the brothel but the last thing he needed was them trying to recruit Emma. 

Once they both got off the motorcycle, he picked Emma up bridal style and carried her inside.   He had all he ever wanted and so did she.

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Title: The boy with the Bread

Part 4

Summary: A final talk with Peeta.

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Here’s what I know to be true, Peeta liked or even loved Katniss at one point in his life, the feeling resurfaced during the games and while he still loves me, he also cares for her. That is one thing I know for sure; another thing is that the President is threatening both of them. He believes that the stunt with the berries was an act of rebellion against the capitol. So, if he and Katniss don’t convince all of Panem that they are just dumb teenagers that wanted to be together he’ll kill everyone. It is a lot to process, I don’t even know where to start asking questions.

“What does that mean for us?” It was selfish to ask especially with everything on with him, but I had to know where we stood.

“I love you, but I don't know what President Snow will do if he finds out that we are - were together.” Were is he breaking up with me? “I just want you to be safe and it has become very obvious that you won't be safe with me. “He wasn’t looking at me, he kept his head to the ground. I wanted to argue and say otherwise but what would be the point?

“So, this is it?” After everything we had been through. Was this the way we ended, forced apart by someone else. “You have to say it Peeta, or I’ll misunderstand what you're telling me.” I was being difficult; I know I was, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“Y/N,” he was struggling to form his words, I wanted him to fight for me, not just let the world tear us even further apart. "I think that it's best that we don't see each other anymore, I sorry,” he was sorry? “Please, leave.” I couldn’t believe him, how could he so easily just end our relationship, not even trying to keep us together.

“Fine, if that's what you want Peeta.” He looked so hurt that I almost want to take it back." Have fun with your new life and your new girlfriend.” I was being mean, it wasn't fair to him, but it hurt me that he was just letting me go like everything that we had meant nothing, like I wasn't worth fighting for. I had gotten up and left, before he could see me cry like an idiot.

Leaving his home, it felt like everything was becoming real. We couldn’t be together, we couldn’t get married, and we couldn’t grow old together. It wasn't fair, it wasn’t fair we deserved a happy ending. It was the least we deserved.

I don’t know how I ended up at Gale’s home, but I guess I understood that he was the only person in our District that could understand what I was feeling. After all he was now Katniss' cousin.

Knocking at his door I didn’t even know if he was home, I hoped he was because I needed the comfort that he had provided me during the games and even after the Games when Peeta was ignoring me. His mother had been the one to open the door, she gave me a kind smile, but immediately knew something was wrong and went to get Gale.

“Hey, what's the matter?” Gale's voice sounded so concerned, and it took everything not to break at the sound of it. “Mom, I'll be back in a bit.” He led me past houses and under the fence though the forest of trees, until we came to a clearing.

“We can talk here, free of prying ears, ok?”

“Peeta, he left me, he doesn't want me, he doesn’t want to fight for me.” I broke for what felt like the hundredth time since Peeta was picked as a tribute.

Gale has strong arms, warm and strong arms which he held me in. “He’s an idiot and doesn’t understand what he is losing.” I buried my head into his neck seeking comfort from the only person who could understand me.

“It hurts, it hurts so bad Gale.” Why doesn't he want to fight for me? He fought for her, he was willing to die for her, why couldn't he do that for me? “What's so wrong with me that he can't fight for me?”

“You’re perfect, anyone would be lucky to have you.” Looking up into his gray eyes there was a serious look in them.

“Anyone?” Does he mean himself? “Even you, Gale?” This was wrong, I shouldn’t be saying this.

“Y/N, you hurt and confused, you don't know what you’re asking.”

“So, you don't want me?” Why couldn’t I stop myself?

“I didn't say that.”

Gone was the boy with the bread. Gone was everything that made me happy.

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What do you think??? A very tragic end with Peeta, who to know if you get back together.

#the hunger games x male reader #x male reader #peeta mellark x male reader #peeta x male reader #the hunger games peeta #the hunger games #gale hawthorne #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #breakup #angst #thg angst #male reader #thg fic #thg peeta #thg gale

[h-harleybaby]

Wrestler Eric Cartman (aged up obvi) Pt. 10

I need therapy and I’m slowly becoming more obsessed with Jimmy and Cartman 💀

The entire reason I got on the South Park part of tumblr was Kenny but anyways, Jimmy needs more content and if y’all ever find some dm me <333

• The coaches definitely poke fun at your puppy like behavior towards Cartman. Always, without fail, says “Aww, where’s your boyfriend” and “You miss your boyfriend?” as a joke to you when he isn’t there

• Coach didn’t actually think y’all would ever get together because it’s fucking Eric and he’s known the high schooler since freshman year.

• The coaches took a liking to you and consider you like a daughter so would definitely have a talk with Eric saying how he should never treat you badly or they’d probably fail him

• You and Cartman have the wrestling study hall so y’all chill together and he lets you read tarot cards for him. He secretly loves how into it you get, it makes him really happy to see you so interested in something

• The wrestling season is coming to an end now (Cough so that means this is gonna end until I get ideas or until wrestling seasons starts again Cough) so everything’s calming down! It’s really nice to not have practice and be able to walk home with you without being tired

• Cartman kinda misses leaving the sweat imprints on you tho

• Well the high school wrestling season is over, BUT NOT FOR THE LITTLE KIDS

• So your team is helping out the younger kids and teaching them how to wrestle!

• It’s actually kinda cute, and for once you’re the older one so they somewhat respect you

• Besides a couple, but it’s fine because Cartman scares them and always keeps them in line for you <3333

• All of the younger kids either hope they’re like you guys in highschool or they think you’re gross af. Especially when you guys kiss, you can always hear a chorus of groans from the younger kids

• You’ve more or less adopted them all as your children and Cartman begrudgingly just went with it. He doesn’t mind kids, he even wants his own some day but these kids- were so god damn annoying

• One time he actual threw one of his shoes at one of them and then the kid smirked at him before the kid threw it at him. MY GOD THE LOOK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE FELL OH HIS KNEES BECAUSE THAT KID KNEW WHERE THEY WERE AIMING

• The fact that when he tried putting on his shoe the shoelace broke 😭😭 (if y’all follow me you know where that came from 💅)

• I think it’s safe to say he hated those fucking kids. Well not really, you cared for them so it’s ok ish

• CARTMAN ABSOLUTELY DESPISED HOW HORNY THE MIDDLE SCHOOLERS WERE THO! They were all really gross and greasy and they kept flirting with you. Ofc you would never go for one of them, especially because of the age difference but it still pissed him off

• A lot of them called you mommy and told you pick up line after pick up line while you and him cringed like y’all never have before

• Thank god middle school wrestling is only a month, although you two will miss those annoying lil buggers good fucking riddance

• Anyways, end of wrestling season means field trips as a team! Like going to see a movie together as a team and having a banquet

• You have to beg Cartman to get on the zipline at the venue you’re at and even when you beg him he’s still hesitant

• He looked so stupid on the zipline and he screamed over a small jump I CANT-

• I can see him literally FIGHTING with everyone so they could all see a horror movie as a team

• He thought it was super boring while everyone on the team literally looked white because they were all scared, you even had a death grip on him it was hilarious

• Everyone on the team refused to talk to Cartman for a second because now they were wondering why they even let him out of all people choose a movie

• It’s fine tho, he held you for most of the movie

• Even tho he was teasing you for wanting to be held it was still real sweet

GOD I’M F I N A L L Y FINISHING THIS

It’s not proof read at all sorry guysssss

#wrestler cartman #h harleybaby needs help #harley won’t shut her mouth #mom come get harley she’s rambling #south park x reader #south park x reader headcanons #eric cartman x reader #cartman x reader #south park x y/n #harley’s fav posts #eric cartman x y/n

[sergeantsporks]

writing request: after getting teleported to the human realm the hexside-squad cant sleep so luz makes hot coco as they all talk through what happened and who they miss

Hope you have fun with it! :)

Camila squeezed Luz tightly. “I’m just so happy you’re home.”

Luz sighed. She could feel the pressure from the hug, but not the usual warmth and safety that came from her mother’s embrace. “Yeah. I’m home. But they’re not.”

In bed that night, Luz stared at the top of the bunk bed, counting her glow-in-the-dark stars over and over and over. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw King hurtling away from her.

“Amity?” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“You’re still awake.”

“Yeah. You, too.”

“And me,” Willow’s voice carried through the darkness.

Vee’s response was a snore from the top bunk.

Luz rolled out of bed. “Come on.”

She padded down the stairs, Amity and Willow behind her. Luz took out a pan and filled it with milk, stirring cinnamon and chocolate in once it was heated on the stone. She poured the hot chocolate into five mugs, handing 2 of them to Amity and Willow and scooping up the remaining three between her hands. “C’mon.”

She started down the basement stairs, then bumped into someone halfway down.

“Oof.”

“You okay, Gus?” Hunter’s voice murmured from behind the roadblock. “Luz? Is that you?”

“Yeah,” Luz whispered, “Looks like we all had the same idea.”

“Okay. Uh…”

Luz heard Hunter fumbling along the wall, and then the basement light turned on. The five of them tiptoed down the stairs. Gus and Willow claimed the couch, and Hunter, Amity, and Willow all curled up on the floor. Luz handed the remaining mugs to Hunter and Gus, and the only sounds for the next few minutes were sipping and gulping.

Luz broke the semi-silence with a sigh. “All that, and I didn’t even… I wasn’t even able to get to Eda to warn her. King’s with the Collector, and I don’t even know what happened… what happened with…”

Everyone else glanced at each other, and Amity took Luz’s hand. “We… we saw her.”

“You saw her?!” Luz jumped up. “Was she okay?”

Amity tugged on her hand, making her sit back down. “She was… not doing well,” Amity admitted.

“No one on the isles was!” Hunter said quickly, “The draining spell, it was affecting everyone, and they… everyone was down. But it’s fine now, she’s probably fine, because… the collector… stopped…” He fell silent and went back to sipping his cocoa.

Raine will take care of her.

They promised.

“It all happened so fast,” Gus whispered, “It was… we were at the Blights’, and then we were at the sigil, then the head, and now we’re here, and I… I can barely piece it all together.”

“That gets better,” Hunter mumbled.

“What?”

He cleared his throat. “The… fuzziness. Where everything happened so fast, and you can’t really remember. If you give it time, you’ll be able to process it all, and… mostly, anyway.”

Gus curled his knees up to his chest. “I don’t know if I want to process it. It was… a lot. I saw a lot.”

He gave Hunter a meaningful look when he said that, one Luz wasn’t quite sure how to interpret. She gripped her mug tighter.

“I hope my dads are okay,” Willow murmured.

“We left Ed and Em in the mansion,” Amity said shakily, “They didn’t even know, we didn’t tell them anything, we had to go right away to get to you in time.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I…” Luz buried her head in her arms. “I wanted to warn Eda so bad, and I wanted to keep Hunter safe, but it didn’t even matter in the end, did it? I couldn’t get to her, I couldn’t get past Belos. And you guys… came to get me anyway.” Her voice cracked, and she sniffed. “You were put right into the line of fire. I worried all of you, and for nothing.”

“No, not nothing,” Amity murmured, brushing hair out of Luz’s face, “You got a brand on Belos, backed him into a corner. And you kept him from getting away into the human realm.”

“And you did save me,” Hunter piped up, “If Kikimora had taken me instead of you… Belos wouldn’t have wasted time on words.”

“We would have gone with you anyway,” Willow piped up.

“Yeah!” Gus agreed, “You should know by now that we’ll always go right into the worst of it with you. There’s no stopping us. Might as well give up trying.”

Luz wiped her eyes. “Thanks, guys. I just… you’re all trapped here, now, away from all of your families, and we don’t know what’s happening, and… and you don’t have a way back.”

“But we’ll find one, right?” Amity piped up, “We’ll find a way.”

Luz gave her a small smile. “Yeah. Of course we will. Of course.”

Somehow.

#toh #the owl house #toh fanfiction #my writing #writing requests #luz noceda #toh hunter #willow park #amity blight #gus porter

[avatarmerida]

Mushrooms & Manuals

Wholesome huntlow movie night. Don’t tell me you hate the title unless you have a better idea. I would also like a better idea. Blame any issues on me being on mobile k thanks.

———

“Oh, before I forget, is it okay if I use the living room tonight?” Willow asked as she sat down at the breakfast table.

“Yeah, sounds fine to me,” replied Luz as she added more sugar on her cereal. “Whatcha got planned Will?”

“There’s a new documentary on rare fungi premiering tonight,” beamed Willow. “And, not to spoil it, but I hear it has some great shots of Laccaria amethystina.”

“That sounds... perfect for you,” said Amity fondly, happy her friend had found something to be excited about. As tense and stressful as things were, they had all fond little things to enjoy and distract themselves with. During the day, all their energy went into finding a way back home but Mrs. Noceda has insisted they allow breaks for hobbies and fun, lest their burn themselves out.

Willow nodded enthusiastically. “It starts at seven,” she went on. “If anyone wants to join me!”

“Seven? Oh darn, that’s when Luz and I were gonna go try frozen beverages at the gasoline market,” said Amity, not really too heartbroken about not watching a mushroom documentary.

“That’s fine, what about you Hunter?” Willow asked the boy beside her who was currently focused on finding the perfect milk to cereal ratio.

“Hm? Oh, yeah uh a documentary?” He snapped back into the conversation. “It’s educational right? Sounds like a good time!”

“Awesome! What about you Gus?”

Gus’ eyes darted between his oldest friend and the boy who was so fixated on her at this moment that he didn’t realize or care that he was absolutely drowning his cereal. “Ya know, I think I’m gonna pass,” said Gus. “Vee was gonna take me to see one of those human stores that only sells shoes. What a weird business model!”

Willow giggled. “Okay, you have fun,” she smiled and got up from the table to take her bowl to the sink. “Hunter, I’ll see you at seven then?”

“S-seven it is!” He confirmed, a little too enthusiastically for his liking.

“Alright then; it’s a date!” Willow said, leaving to begin her part of the day’s research.

Hunter watched her with heavy eyes until she had completely left the room, resting his hand on his cheek fondly as if watching the sunset. He didn’t realize it, but he always did this. Little did he know, everyone was watching him watch her and when Willow was safely out of earshot, the rest of the table said in unison:

“Oooooooooh,”

Hunter leapt back at that, forced back into reality. He cleared his throat, trying to save face. “What?”

“Yooooou’ve got a date with Willooooow,” sang Luz with a mouthful of cereal.

“So?” Hunter sputtered. “It’s not my first date with Willow; we’ve all had dates with Willow. We see each other nearly everyday. So what?”

They all stared at him like he was on fire. “Uh, what?” Said Amity, confused.

“Dude, you do know what a date is, don’t you?” Gus asked.

“Yes, Gus I have seen a calendar you know,” scoffed Hunter smugly. “Today is the 13th, it’s also a Thursday.”

He was met with blank stares.

“What?” Amity repeated.

“¿Cómo es tan inteligente pero también el más tonto?” mumbled Luz.

“No, Hunter,” Gus started to explain. “Going on a date with someone is different than seeing them on a day of the week.”

“You literally just said the same thing twice,” said Hunter.

“Hmmm maybe an example would help,” thought Gus. “You know how Amity and Luz spend a lot of time together?”

“Yeah?”

“When they do something together, just the two of them, that’s a date,” said Gus.

“Gus, you’re not making sense,” said Hunter. “Everything has to be done on a date, it’s how we track time and events. What, is today like a holiday?”

“No, no,” Gus sighed. “But when Luz and Amity are alone on one of their dates, do you want to be around them?”

“Ew, no,” replied Hunter, sticking out his tongue. “They’re always holding hands and publicly displaying affection.”

“Hey! We’re adorable!” Insisted Luz, putting her arm around Amity.

“Debatable,” said Hunter with a small chuckle. “So what, your definition of a date is two people being obnoxious together?”

“No, it’s two people spending time together,” said Gus, hoping he was making progress. “Alone. Who like each other... romantically.”

Hunter’s eyes widened when it suddenly clicked for him. “What? No! The Captain asking m-me? Pfff!” Hunter panicked. “There’s nothing romantic about fungi!”

Before anyone could interject, he remembered exactly who he was taking about.

“No this is Willow we’re talking about, of course there is!” He was starting to spiral. “Especially if it’s Laccaria amethystina, even I know how romantic that species is!”

“I can’t tell if he understands or not,” whispered Amity to Luz. “Are we sure he also knows what ‘romance’ means?”

“Of course I do!” Hunter said loudly, hearing her. “I just never... never...oh!” He buried his face in his hands and groaned.

“Aw, hey man I never meant to stress you out,” said Gus sympathetically. “I was only teasing. You’ve got nothing to worry about; trust me. Tonight it’s just gonna be you and Willow spending time together. You’ve done that before!”

“Yeah I guess,” Hunter grumbled, still hiding his face. “But before it just... happened. We’d split up or stray from the group. But now having something planned in advance seems... scary.”

“Well you don’t have to go if you don’t want-.”

“Shut up! Of course I wanna go!” Hunter sat up and explained, his face red. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, it’s just that... I do like spending time with the Captain. I’m just worried I’ll embarrass myself. Like, what if I identify a fungi species incorrectly? She’ll think I’m an idiot!”

“Or, she’ll just correct you and appreciate you taking an interest in her interests,” said Luz. “The only mushroom I know is the kind that goes on pizza.”

“Besides, Willow would never think you’re an idiot,” assured Gus. “She likes spending time with you too. There’s nothing to worry about, pretend we didn’t say anything.”

“Then why did you have to say so much?” Hunter sighed.

———

Hunter could barely focus on the tasks he had to finish that day, his mind kept jumping to tonight. He didn’t want to ask the others what people did on dates, so he incorporated it into his reading. He went to the library and along with his usual books on magic, he sought out books about romance.

A lot of the books proved unhelpful, consisting of stories rather than instructions. He skimmed and sped through pile until he found one covered in dust that seemed to be the perfect fit.

“‘Dating for Dummies,’” read Hunter aloud to himself. “It’s perfect!”

———

The book said that first impressions were everything, something Hunter already firmly believed, and it instructed him to look his best (rule#2) and arrive early (rule #6). At six, he put in what he considered his best outfit: a golden collar shirt and a pair of brown dress pants he had found at a thrift store. It was more of what Mrs. Noceda had called a “going out” outfit so he had been saving it for a special occasion. He couldn’t think of anything more special than Willow.

At 630, once he had brushed his teeth and fixed his hair the best he could, he went downstairs and got to work in the kitchen. He gathered all of Willow’s favorite snacks and placed them on the coffee table in the living room. He made sure the TV volume was just right and that there was no glare on the screen. He made sure there was the perfect amount of pillows on the couch and debated on which side he should sit on until a little before seven, Willow strolled into the living room.

“C-Captain!” Hunter stuttered, startled and delighted by her presence (as usual). “I’ve got everything set up for the viewing!”

“Oh wow,” murmured Willow, looking at his presentation, then back at him. “It all looks so nice, you look so nice...”

He beamed at her noticing, and then saw the expression on her face.

“Oh titan, I think I’m underdressed,” she said with a forced chuckle. Hunter then noticed she was wearing her gardening clothes, old clothes Mrs. Noceda never got around to donating and didn’t mind being covered in dirt and grass stains. Her hair was frizzy, as though trying to escape her braids and her face and legs were decorated with traces of dirt. She looked radiant.

“I was just gonna go wash my hands and get the dirt out from under my nails,” she said. “But maybe I should go change-.”

“No!” said Hunter, stopping her as she turned to leave. “I mean, yes wash your hands, hygiene is important ,but if you change you’ll miss the beginning of the documentary. I think you look fine. Great. Perfect.” No word seemed to fit and yet they all did.

Willow smiled. “Thanks, I’ll be right back!”

Once she left, Hunter felt like he was going to suffocate. “Nice going Hunter!” He grumbled to himself, flinging himself down onto the couch. “You’re overdressed and you made her doubt herself. The date hasn’t even started and you’ve already blown it! You’ve broken rule #7!”

“Did you say something, Hunter?” Willow asked as she reentered the room.

He stood up and straightened his spine to properly greet her (rule #10). “No, just trying to remember what channel it was on,” he lied, he had already memorized and preset the TV.

“Oh, that’s okay I’m pretty sure I remember,” said Willow as she took a seat on the couch. Hunter suddenly couldn’t remember how close they normally sat on the couch and panicked at how close he should sit now. He swung his arms and held his breath, mentally debating whether or not sitting on the same cushion as her was too forward or preferred. He felt he was taking too much time and closed his eyes and sat down. There was a small pillow separating them, it felt appropriate.

“Oh, before I forget,” he said, reaching over to grab a bowl on the table. “I made something special for us.”

He smiled and showed her his gift (rule #3)

“Oh wow- wait, is this what I think it is?” Willow asked looking at what he held.

“Yes!” He confirmed, delighted she instantly knew what it was. “Local edible fungi! I thought it would be a fun themed treat.”

“Hunter, that’s so sweet,” gushed Willow. “This must’ve taken all day to find!”

“This? No!” He lied. It had.

Willow took a piece before turning on the TV and squealed as the intro began to play. From there, Willow’s eyes were glued to the screen and Hunter’s alternated between the show and her reaction.

They would talk during commercial breaks, with Willow giving commentary on what they’d seen and overtime Hunter summoned the courage to chime in. Then he’d progress to asking her about herself (rule #4), not anticipating she’d ask him in return. It was just small talk (rule #4.5) but he got more comfortable.

But it was during the show where’d he let his nerves get the back of him. Trying to pay attention while also be hyper aware of how close she was to him proved to be a challenge. He wondered how he was doing, what she was thinking, and then also worrying about not paying attention in case she quizzed him. He also felt they were too far apart. She had taken the pillow between them held it against her chest, resting her chin on it. Surely that was sign?

He didn’t want to risk making a noise with the couch springs by shifting his weight or scooting closer to her. But then he remembered a tip the book had recommend for this exact situation.

He summoned his courage and raised his arm in the air, pretending to yawn. And it came back down, he lowered it at an angle so that when it went back down, it would gently land across her shoulders. It was so smooth, he-

“Are you bored?” Willow asked in response to his yawn, turning to him causing him to awkwardly stop his arm at a 45 degree angle.

“Uh, what? No, I-.”

“Because it’s okay if you are,” she said sincerely. “I know it’s pretty long and it’s not for everyone, I appreciate you watching as much as you have-.”

“Captain, I’m having a great time,” he said softly, returning his arm to his side, noticing the concerned look on her face. Was it possible she was just as nervous as he was? “I-I guess I’m just tired, not bored at all! Not sleepy either, more like comfortable. I promise!”

“No problem,” she said, playing with her hair. “I’m tired too, this is really nice after a long day.” She sighed contently and pulled her legs onto the couch, leaning over as she did. Her head leaning back and tilted as it landed on Hunter’s shoulder. The motion was so flawless and natural, Hunter couldn’t tell if she had done it on purpose. He tried to relax his shoulder to make it more comfortable for her, but he wasn’t very skilled at relaxing. He had to remind himself to breath, feeling as though he was melting... but in a good way.

———

“-because he was a fungi!” Hunter finished telling a joke he had read on the stick of what Luz called a ‘popsicle.’ “Haha! Get it? Like fun guy? As if the mushroom possessed person like qualities similar to a humorous man and therefore fun to spend time with?”

Willow laughed, she had heard this joke before but the passionate way Hunter told it made her genuinely enjoy it, and he could tell her laugh was genuine. It was the last commercial break before the end and for some reason Willow hoped it would last forever.

Hunter smiled at her reaction, feeling as though he was winning. He knew there was no competition, but his heart was racing the way he had only done once before when they had won the flyer derby game.

“Do all dates involve this much fungus discussion?” Hunter asked, chuckling with her.

“I don’t know,” Willow said, removing her glasses to wipe tears from her eyes, she had been laughing so hard. “I’ve never been on one.”

Hunter found that hard to believe. Wait-never? He heart suddenly bear so fast it froze. Did she mean “never” as in before now or “never” including now... which implied that this actually wasn’t a date? He gulped and frantically tried to remember what rule covered this.

“Really? Wow,” he somehow managed to say. “I mean, I don’t know what they talk about on dates either. So if we ever went on a date I guess we wouldn’t say anything then, Huh? Be-because we don’t know what to say, right? Heh.”

“I think we’d find something to talk about,” said Willow with a flip of her hair. “I like talking to you, I’m sure it would be hard to stay quiet.”

“Oh, well same,” he said. “But about you.”

“So I think both of us would do just fine on a date,” she said confidently. Did she mean on a date together or a date in general?

They finished the documentary and sat on the couch for awhile longer discussing their thoughts. A promo aired for the documentary premiering the following night about molds.

“Does that look like something you’d wanna see?” Hunter asked. “We could do this again tomorrow! I don’t think I’ll be able to do another themed snack for that though...”

“Let me try and think of something,” Willow smiled, the kind that reached her eyes and scrunched her nose. “Maybe we can watch a movie after. Your pick.”

“Sounds fun,” said Hunter with a nod. “It’s a date?”

“It’s a date.”

#huntlow #huntlow fanfiction #winter toh #toh #the owl house #willow park #hunter wittebane

[aubreysheadspace]

Hi hi !! May I request Aubrey with a reader who's her little sibling? (Platonic, obviously :D )

Before Mari's death, Reader was always the one to stay by Aubrey's side waayy before she met Basil, and always listens to Aubrey whenever she's sad, because of this, Aubrey protects Reader from anything. Arguements, fights, she'll do anything that makes Reader safe and happy. Even when they both met the group (and no, this isn't a main cast request) their dynamic didn't change a lot ! They still stayed the same :)

Obviously, after Mari's death, when things became nothing but a mess, Reader decides to pay back all the things Aubrey has done to them by taking care of Aubrey now.. how would Aubrey feel about her sib in the past and now?

I'm really sorry for the wall of text ;; sorry if this is too specific....;

AUBREY WITH A LITTLE SIBLING (PLATONIC)

I DONT MIND THE WALL OF TEXT THIS IS SUPER SWEET OMG </3333 hope u enjoy!!

AUBREY

for as long as you can remember, AUBREY has always been there for you. she’s your big sister after all, she’s supposed to be taking care of you

but just because she is suppose to, doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to! she holds you very dear into her heart despite your home life situation

before the whole incident, while your home life wasn’t as bad as it is now, it was still a bit sad because you guys were still somewhat poor

she’d always make you food, makes sure you brush your teeth every now and then, and tries her best to make sure you aren’t hurt

since you were always there for you, you two have a close bond while AUBREY is super protective of you.

so when she meet her friend group for the first time, she wanted you to join them as well. so she introduced you and BASIL to the group, and everyone accepted you in!

AUBREY would always protect you from KEL while you try to stop her from arguing with him all the time, almost succeeding multiple times

now that MARI is gone forever from "suicide", the group has split. SUNNY is a shut-in and never goes outside anymore, BASIL avoids everyone out of fear and sometimes stays indoors as well, KEL looks like he moved on too fast and made new friends, and HERO moved away for college. thankfully you and AUBREY stayed close no matter what, even if your father left you and mother is neglectful

seeing AUBREY change into a totally different person with a new tough exterior, you almost never recognized her. but you wanted to stay with her because she’s been with you for so long and has taken care of you as a big sister should

as a thank you for everything, you would join the HOOLIGANS with her, made sure she needed anything like food or water, patch up any injuries she received from fights, or even attend church with her. her reaction to it was immediately decline anything you do, because she feels like she should do it for you instead

"seriously, [READER], it’s fine. i should be getting you some food, how about you eat it instead?" AUBREY said as she decline your offer to take the slice of pizza from GINO’s PIZZA which you bought for her only.

you were a bit stubborn and wanted to take care of her for a change, as the two of you went through a lot together and stayed close as a result. "no, come on AUBREY, i haven’t see you eat all day and i already had a slice of pizza earlier! it’s the least i can do for you, so take it!"

staring at you for a couple of seconds with a conflicted look, AUBREY sighed in defeat and closed her eyes, taking the pizza slice from her hand and takes a bite. "hmf, since when have you become the big sister?" AUBREY commented with her mouth a bit full.

the two of you shared a tiny giggle from the comment and sat down on the sidewalk, your feet resting on the streets. it was nice, with the two of you just laughing and bonding. sure it was fun hanging out with AUBREY’s new friends, but it was really nice for you two to bond as siblings, especially since what happened four years ago.

AUBREY then puts the palm of her hand on the top of your head, before messing up your hair. She smirked and grinned a bit before speaking up, her voice more softer, but still retaining the toughness.

"you’re the best little sibling ever, you know that?"

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𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙

𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙: 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠      

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑠): 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.7𝑘 (𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝐼´𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦)

𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 

Early mornings were never something you and George enjoyed. Of course, on weekdays there was no possibility for the two of you to spend a lazy morning in bed, just laying content in each other's arms while the rays of the early sun painted the sky in beautiful colors. Those mornings were for weekends and holidays and even then there was no guarantee you two could sleep in.

Though, since today was Sunday, it surprised you even more when you opened your eyes, slowly adjusting to the bright light in the room, only to find the other side of your shared bed empty. Sure, nowadays lazy mornings were not guaranteed, even on weekends but waking up in an entirely empty bed was new, even to you. That's when a loud thud from outside the bedroom tore you out of your thoughts.

Carefully getting out of bed and walking out into the hallway, you tried not to be too loud. Whatever your idiot husband was up to, you'd catch him in the act.

"Shhh princess we don't want to wake your mother up do we?"

"Sorry daddy.", you recognized your husband and daughters' voices coming from the kitchen.

Carefully tiptoeing around the corner, you were met with a sight that made it hard to stifle your laugh. Your daughters' small giggles echoed through the apartment at the sight of her father covered from head to toe in flour, including the kitchen floor and even some on her bright red hair.

"Oh, so you find this funny huh?", George grinned at the 4-year-old who was covering her laugh with her tiny hands, obviously finding great fun in seeing her dad full of flour after she "accidentally" knocked it over.

She let out little squeals of joy when her dad picked her up into his arms only to tickle her side. The sight of it nearly made your heart melt. Seeing George so happy with your little girl was everything you had ever dreamed of. The thought of it alone was what kept you sane back at Hogwarts when you went through tough times. You had dreamed of spending your life with the only person who made you feel safe. Who made you feel like you could be yourself and no matter what would come, what would change, as long as he was by your side it would all turn out fine.

George had proposed to you a while back. Things started out a little complicated when he and Fred first opened the joke shop, the stress and many customers keeping you two apart definitely had some doubts coming up from both sides, but it was nothing long conversations in the evening over dinner and compromises didn't change.

"I'm just tired of it George. I never see you. You leave the house before I wake up and come home after I'm already asleep. I don't even remember when we last had dinner together!", you complained, turning over to face your husband, who had once again arrived late, not expecting you to still be up.

"I get that but you can't blame me for doing my job. This joke shop is everything I've ever dreamed of  it's my priority I-"

"I should be your priority, George, I'm your girlfriend! Please, I just... I really miss you, okay? I want to be with you I want to spend my life with you. But this-", you pointed between him and you, "this is not how I want us to to spend our time together."

There was a brief moment of silence in which neither of you spoke. You were beginning to think George was about to argue back until you heard a heavy sigh fall from his lips.

"You're right. I'm sorry, you're right I just- I finally did what everybody told me I could never archieve. The shop is going great and it makes me so proud to prove everyone wrong who didn't think it would work out. I guess I just kind of got lost in it I'm sorry darling.", he took a step closer to you, pulling you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you firmly. "I'm sorry-", he placed a tender kiss on the top of your head. "I'll talk to Fred and make sure I get home earlier, okay? I love you."

"I love you too."

George always used to stay late in the shop, but since Violet was born, and you just announced your second pregnancy a few months ago George had made sure to take some time off during weekdays and him and Fred had hired Ron to occasionally help out in the shop. Two years after the opening you had asked him to officially move in with you.

"What's that for?" George picked up the key out of the small box, a confused frown covering his face.

"Darling when you said my Christmas present was going to make me speechless, I was picturing something a little...bigger. No offense."

"Georgie, you're an idiot." Resisting the urge to face-palm you took the key out of his hand, only to reach into your back pocket to pick out an identical one.

"So... we got matching keys? That's..cool?" An almost annoyed sigh left your lips together with a chuckle, your boyfriend's obliviousness was almost too adorable.

"I bought an apartment. It is much bigger than my old one. Has three bedrooms and a bigger kitchen because I know how much you love cooking." George still looked at you, having no clue what you were hinting at, waiting to finish your sentence.

"I'm asking you to move in with me you dumbass." There was no sign left of the before present frown on his face, instead a huge smile took over his features. Not a grin, not a smirk, a real, happy, loving smile.

"Why didn't you just say that?! Yes, love, I'd be the happiest man in the world to move in with you." He caressed your face with both his hands gently while pressing his lips to yours, the smile still evident on his blushing face.

"Mommy help me!" Violet giggled when she spotted you in the corner watching with a grin spread across your face. As if on command George quickly let Violet down.

"She started. I'm innocent.", he walked over to you as he took your hands into his.

"Of course.",you laughed before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Violet clinging to your thigh made you pull back for a moment, the toddler obviously wanting your attention just as much. "And who do we have here?" You smiled down at her.

"Morning mommy," she grinned before her gaze wandered to your growing bump "good morning baby.", she whispered while her small hands were hovering over your stomach.

Violet had just as much of a habit of speaking to your unborn child as George did. He would often read to you in bed, one hand on your stomach, sometimes just resting his head on it to hear the baby's heartbeat or feel it kick, and whenever it did, it made George's entire day.

"There it did it again! That's so awesome did you see that?!"

"Yes, George that thing is inside of me it would be rather weird if I wouldn't." you smiled at your husband's excitement. You would never get tired of seeing him so excited of starting his own little family.

"And may I ask what all this is?", you gestured to the flour covered, once wooden floor, which now looked as if a bunch of snowmen had died in your kitchen.

"Your little devil here was convinced she could pour the flour into the cup by herself. And after half of it landed in the cup, the rest landed on my head, and then on the floor."

You would've rolled your eyes at his statement, but it was hard to prevent a smile when he looked at you with such innocent eyes.

"And why did you bring the little devil into the kitchen in the first place?"

"Because daddy always makes it wrong!" Violet giggled, answering for your husband.

George fake gasped at her statement. "I'm offended! I thought you said my food is so much better than your moms."

You too turned your head to Violet, with raised eyebrows, who switched between looking at you and George, not sure whose side to pick.

"As much as I would love to continue this discussion, and I do, but honey your mom is probably already waiting for us, and you still haven't made the cookies. And the kitchen is still a mess.", you sighed.

“I only didn´t get to make the cookies yet because I was sabotaged!”, he pointed to Violet who was now hiding behind your legs, using your (george´s)  sweater to stifle her laugh. If you didn´t know it any better you would assume to have two toddlers walking around in your kitchen right now. 

At least once a month the Weasleys organized a family breakfast, everyone always making sure to bring something with them. This weekend you and George had volunteered to make some of your famous chocolate cookies. Even if you knew the chances of Ron eating half of them before everyone else even arrived were pretty high. 

With one flick of his wand George cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and  on himself.

"Alright you-" you pointed to George "cookies. And you little devil-" you picked up Violet "you're going to help mommy pick out a nice dress for you, okay?"

"Can I wear the one with the red spots?"

"You mean the strawberries?" Violet nodded her head in excitement.

"Of course, sweetie come on." You pressed one last kiss to your husband before walking down the hallway to Violet's room.

This was perfection. Your daughter in your arms, another miracle on the way, together with a perfect husband who loved you endlessly. You couldn't wish for anything better. This was your life, your chaotic, messy, sweet life with a toddler for a husband, and a little troublemaker as daughter, your dream life. And you wouldn't change it for anything in the world.

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SERIES || My destiny

Chapter 4 : back to normal?

pairing : taehyung x f.reader

genre : angst?

warnings : none :) mention of : bruises?

words count : 1.3k

A/N :hi hi guys i hope you doing well. Here’s the 4th part of this series. I’m trying to post 2 parts today! REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH.

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SERIES MASTERLIST

MIN'S RESIDENCE

"you sure you ready to go back?" Yoongi asked hesitantly as you nod confidently.

"i mean, if you're not ready it's totally fine, don't rush yourself. If you don't f-"

"Yoongi." you whined pulling on his arm.

"i've been telling you that I'm fine and ready to go back to uni. It's been a week now.. i won't be alone! I have Momo-"

"and that's what worry me the most.” he joked making you punched him on his shoulder.

“fuck! it hurts idiot!" you laughed before continuing on trying to persuade your brother.

"I was saying.. ah yea I'm not alone, and i'm fine don't worry."

Yoongi finally sighed defeated.

“fine. but! if you feel bad at any moment let me know and I'll come pick you up, huh?"

"i can go back home alone Yoongi." you whined "i'm not a kid anymore.”

"i know you're not a kid, y/n, but i want you to be safe." he said seriously.

"I won't be able to bear it if something happen to you again.. you're my sister, my family. You mean a lot to me.” he looked into your eyes.

"ew you're so soft." you pinched his cheek.

“ugh i was sure you'd make fun of me but i don't give a fuck. I mean it." he said frustrated making you laughed loudly.

"you mean a lot to me too. you're my brother and you're all i have. I love you. thank you for everything." you hugged him tightly making him smile softly.

"ok enough, take off your dirty hands off of me." he pushed you away making you glared at him.

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"bye see you later idiot." you waved at Yoongi. This one was sat on the couch with his laptop as you grabbed your bag.

“don't want me to drop you off?" he put his laptop on the coffee table before looking at you.

"don't worry, Momo is waiting outside."

"ok, be careful then. and don't forget, text me if you need anything." you nodded as he watched you leave the house.

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                                CAMPUS

"i'm so happy you're back, we missed you so much." Sana hugged you tightly as you entered the amphitheater.

You sat with your friends at the back of the room as usual waiting for the professor to arrive.

Groups of students were blabbing loudly, others were sitting alone just waiting for the course to start, and some were resting their heads on the table reading to fall asleep again.

You noticed the professor entering the room, so you grabbed your notebook.

"did i miss a lot of stuff last week?" you asked Momo as she shook her head no.

“I'll e-mail you my notes tonight, don't worry. You can look on my papers for now if you want.” you smiled thanking her.

"good morning everyone!" the professor greeted as the students greeted back.

You listened to your course until you felt your phone vibrate into your back pocket.

yoongi : you good?

y/n : yes yes don't worry.

yoongi : i'm not worried.

y/n : bitch!

yoongi : anyway, i'm eating with my friends tonight.

y/n : ok.

yoongi : i just wanted to tell you, they're coming over.

y/n : home??

yoongi : yea. is it okay for you?

y/n : yea dw

yoongi : i'll tell them not to bother you don't worry.

y/n : i'll stay in my bedroom.

yoongi : u don't have to. stay where you want, it's your house too.

You smiled at his message.

y/n : ty.

yoongi : no prob see u later loser.

y/n : see u later idiot.

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MIN'S RESIDENCE

"how was your day?" Yoongi jumped on you as soon as you entered the house.

"fine." you mumbled into his embrace. "yours?"

"fine too." he replied.

“my friends are coming soon." he informed making you nod.

“i'm gonna take a shower." you told him before going upstairs.

—

"y/n!" Yoongi shouted out your name.

You jumped out of your bed as you went downstairs gulping as you noticed the little group of guys sitting in the living room.

You’ve already seen them a few times but you didn’t know them really well. Yoongi never introduced you to them, even after all these years.

You approached where your brother was sitting.

"hi." you shyly said to the boys.

"Hi!" the cutest boy stood up from his seat rushing to you, bowing as he took your hand in his surprising you.

"I'm Jimin, Park Jimin." he introduced himself kissing the back of your hand softly.

"nice to meet you Jimin. I'm-"

"y/n! I know, Yoongi told me about you." he smiled widely. He was just so adorable.

"yaaa! enough, let go of my sister's hand.” he slapped Jimin's hand away, making the boys chuckled.

He was a really overprotective brother so he’s always been hesitant of introducing you to his friends. Not that he didn’t trust them or anything, but he felt like he had to keep you away.

Yoongi sighed before finally introducing you to his friends briefly.

"Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook."

You bowed to them with a little smile.

"we eating pizza, come eat. This one’s for you."

Yoongi said making room for you to seat next to him, but you shook your head, taking the smaller box.

“I'll eat in my bedroom, i need to download some documents Momo sent to me.”

Yoongi just hummed.

"eat well." he watched as you walked to the stairs.

"eat well, Miss y/n.” Jimin said smiling to you making you smiled back.

Yoongi slapped the back of his head making the poor boy whined.

"enjoy your evening." you smiled to the boys.

Jungkook avoided eye contact as you looked toward him.

was he shy? you shrugged it off, going to your room.

Sitting on your bed, you smiled as you think about that "Park Jimin guy".

He was really something. He seemed really nice.

Hoseok seemed nice too even if he didn't talk much but his smile was enough to show his kindness.

But that Jungkook was really mysterious.. he seemed to be the youngest between them.

"oh no.." you stopped eating.

"did Yoongi tell them about what happened to you?" tears started forming into your eyes.

"he was probably embarrassed because of me.” you thought, a tear sliding down your cheek.

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"your sister is so cute." Jimin said before taking a bite of the pizza's slice.

Yoongi glared at him drinking his soda.

“what? i didn't say anything bad. just as cute as her brother." he teased making Yoongi throw his sandal on the boy, this one avoiding it successfully.

"i feel bad." he suddenly said making the boys look at him confused.

"i've noticed the bruises on her thighs..and arms." he sighed.

"why are you even looking at my sister's thighs?" Yoongi stared at Jimin.

"sorry.. it was just.. the bruises were so dark. It seemed painful." he lowered his head down.

Yoongi sighed as he looked at how his friend felt genuinely sad.

"she said she's fine." Yoongi whispered.

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"oh no, now I'm sure..he saw the bruises." you gasped as you looked at your body, more tears escaping from your eyes.

"he probably was embarrassed to look at me." you muttered wiping your tears away.

You decided to not think about it much as you finished eating and study the notes Momo sent you before sleeping to forget everything.

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"wait a minute guys." Yoongi stood up making his friends looked at him curiously.

“I'm gonna check on her." he said making them nod.

"tell her i said good night" Jimin said softly making Yoongi roll his eyes.

"yea yea whatever.”

Yoongi knocked on your door.

"y/n? it's me. can I come in?" he asked waiting for you to answer.

He noticed that the light was off so he pushed the door a little more open and peeked inside the room.

He saw you, sleeping peacefully as he approached you.

He picked up the pizza's box and drink from the floor before kissing your cheek. “sleep well sis."

Walking out the room, he stopped midway.

"Jimin said good night." he whispered smiling.

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