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luna0713hunter · 8 months

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Can you do an established relationship Zoro or Sanji x autistic reader? If you don't want to thats totally fine, I just don't know if there's any out there and I NEED one so bad.

Author's note : hello darling!!so about this request,i must say i had to ggl up everything so i really apologize in advance if this doesnt turn out the way you wanted it to be!and also,its gonna be Zoro x reader cause i dont write for Sanji. Hope you enjoy it!!

Where the light goes

Zoro Roronoa x autistic!reader

Summary : having autism was never easy. Ever since you were small, you've been struggling with this disorder. But growing up,you learn from the man you love that its not something to be ashamed of

Warnings : none i think,reader has autism,gender neutral,hurt/comfort, insecurities,panic attacks and such,mention of eating habits,fluff and happy ending

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The streets were awfully busy today.

As you walk alongside your crewmates,you hug your bag close to your chest and try to make yourself impossibly small.

There were so many people. Too many loud voices. Everything was too much

And when someone bumps his shoulder to yours for the third time that day,you swallow down the lump in your throat;this was exactly why you always chose to stay back in the ship , where there would be no loud voices or people around. So when Luffy suggested that all of the crew go out for lunch and give Sanji some well-deserved break,you had no choice but to comply.

And gods above,how much you regretted that decision.

Ever since you were small,you had trouble with crowded places; being diagnosed with autism when you were only 4 years old,had turned your world upside down. Playing with other kids,being called weird and other humiliating names,and not being able to walk the streets in daylight without breaking down into a full panic attack,were only a few problems you'd to deal with daily.

Your life felt short, cramped and suffocating. The way your parents would fuss over you when you did the smallest things had you crazy. So when one faithful night,you stumbled upon the StrawHats, you gave yourself a chance to live. The best decision of your whole life, specially since joining them,you immediately fell head over heels for your crewmate.

"hey,you alright?"

The same man who always seemed to know exactly how you felt.

You swallow around the lump in your throat and nod.

"y-yeah. Thank you."

Zoro stares at you in the way that you know he doesnt believe you. You try to give him a wobbly smile but it only makes his lips pull down into a frown.

He leans down,and talks in a hushed voice so its only you who hear him.

"wanna ditch lunch?we can go back to the ship."

You glance nervously at your loud crewmates and look back at your green hair crush.

"are you sure?"

"i wasn't a fan of the whole idea of 'eating out' anyways," he says with a shrug and folds his arms against his chest, "I'll gladly ditch it to go back."

You give him another smile,brighter this time and giggle.

"you just want to go back so you can drink."

"your point being?"

And when Zoro informs everyone that the two of you will head back to the ship,they oddly enough let you go.

Once you step inside the ship and the quiet hits you,you let out a sigh of relief;you were finally home and away from the busy street.

You sit yourself against the back of the ship,where Nami's tangerine trees give you some peace of mind. the feeling is so relaxing,that you dont even notice that Zoro has arrived to where you're sitting. He clears his throat and knocks on the wooden wall to get your attention;to which you sluggishly turn your head to. He raises his brow at you and jerks his head toward the front of the ship.

"you're not hungry?"

You shake your head;your eyelids oddly heavy.

"no,not really."

"your eating habits acting up again?"

"maybe," you smile bitterly,and start to chew on your nail, "today was...a bit too much.to be honest, I'm kinda sleepy ."

To that, Zoro nods and after that,doesnt say anything. He just...stands there,and stares so intently that has you chewing on your nails harder.

Was he disgusted?was there anything wrong?did you offend him in any way??

You could've never read people's emotions,and the emotionally constipated Zoro?

It was an impossibly task.

Just when your thoughts were getting out of hands,a heavy weight suddenly drops on your lap.

The action has you jumping a bit and you let out a surprised squeak.

"Z-Zoro?what are you doing?"

"what does it look like?" He grumbles and opens one eye to stare up at you, "I'm taking a nap."

Your eyes soften at his answer,and tentatively,your fingers start to comb through his soft locks.

And when he lets out a satisfied groan at your action,you swear you'd died and went to heaven.

"aren't you hungry?"

"no. Just sleepy."

You smile and nod your head understandingly.

"then sleep."

Zoro slowly shifts,until his face is buried in your stomach and you can feel his hot breath through your thin shirt when he speaks next.

"tell me next time,when you're not feeling well."

Your heart warms,and you lower your head to drop a loving kiss on his hair.

"will do. Thank you."

When Zoro dozes off in your lap,you own eyes watch him for few more minutes before you're falling asleep yourself as well.

And when the crew comes back later that day,for once in their lives,they decide to keep it down and not wake you up.

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#one piece live action x reader #one piece x reader #opla zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #opla zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader

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shelfwar · 2 years

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You Found Me ❄Jack Frost X Reader❄

It has been 3,000 years since I became mother nature, but that's what Manny calls me. You know the man in the moon.

Anyway, I'm currently doing my nightly watch of my precious animals and weather when I see an abnormally large rabbit zoom past me. "Hello?" I yelled as I saw it again. "Who are you, and what do you want!" "So it is true a new Guardian." Out of the dark street I saw a large bunny with a holster filled with Easter eggs, while holding a red sack. "Bunnymund?" "That's right mate." "You asshole" "Language." "I prefer not to." "Hmp, have it your way." All of a sudden I saw two yetis pick me up and throw me into the sack. "Hey what the hell?!?!" "See Yeah there!" Bunnymund threw me somewhere as I heard his yelling along with the yetis.

"Ahh what the fuck!" I screeched as I felt hard ground beneath me. "Shh, guys I can't believe she's here." I opened the bag up to see 5 figures standing in front of me. "Where am I?" "Oh my sweet y/n your at the north pole." A fairy looking girl came flying up to me. "North Pole? Wait it exists?" "Yes it is, now let me introduce myself and the rest of us. My name is North also known as Santa. This is tooth." North pointed to the fairy lady.

"I'm tooth, also know as the Tooth Fairy!" She gleamed as she helped me stand up. "This is Bunnymund" North point out to the rabbit like human. "Asshole I growled at him." "I'm not an asshole sweetheart, I'm the Easter Bunny" I groaned.

"This is Sandy" North pointed to a sleepy cloud of a man. "Sandy, Sandy wake up" North poked him until he woke with a startle. Above Sandy was a sandy hand that waved to me. "He is also known at Sandman." North chuckled.

"And lastly this is Jack." North pointed to a young man with white hair; along with a blue hoodie and staff. This has to be the most attractive man I have ever laid eyes on. "I'm Jack frost, nice to meet you." "Th-thanks" I blushed

Some how some way a dark figure appears out of thin air as I'm pollinating the desert flowers. "Ah, you must be the new Guardian." He growled as his full appearance came into view. "Your Pitch." "Yes I am, my dear." "Where's Sandy you asshole?" I growled. "No where my dear." Pitch thrusted his hands out as 3 horses came after me. Immediately I threw out some thunder clouds but that no effect on them whatsoever.

"No, please dont!" I cried as the dark powder ingulfed me.

Jack's POV

Since the day y/n has became a Guardian, there was like a magnetic force attached to her, like it was ment to be. In my gut I felt like I met her in some way shape or form which, in then we became close friends.

As I was flying around with baby tooth, I heard a familiar name being called. So I followed it.

When I found the sound it led me to and old bed where pitch was standing. "Pitch." I growled at him. "Why hello Jack" He chuckled as he held something gold in his hand that had y/n face on the end of the tube.

"Why do you have that Pitch?" "Oh this little thing?" "Why don't you find out!" I lunged at him but he disappeared. "Oh Jack! Come and find me!" Baby tooth was no longer on my shoulder, as panic rose in my chest. I followed his voice until I made it to a snowy area, where he stood with baby tooth in one hand and in the other y/n. "Jack" She cried as she saw me. "Y/n, baby tooth."

"Oh looky here, I have two of Jack's favorite things in the world, his friend baby tooth and his wife y/n." Wife, wait I have a wife? "Now in order to save these two you can give me the staff and all of this will be over." I glared at him and then down to baby tooth and y/n. "Jack don't do it, I'm fine!" She yelled before being shut up by pitches powder.

I needed to save them, so I gave him my staff. "Now give them to me." Pitch smiled before he spoke. "No." Pitch broke the staff as I felt a pain in my stomach. "Jack!" I heard someone yell before a force threw me to the ice wall.

Your Pov

After Pitch threw Jack, he threw me, baby tooth and the staff right after him. Then came darkness, I felt a little tap of my face as I opened my eyes to see baby tooth looking at me with concern. "Baby tooth are you okay" She let out a little squeak in response. I looked over and saw Jack passed out cold. "Jack!" I crawled over to where Jack laid as I placed my hands on his cheeks.

"Jack, please wake up." He let out a groan as his eyes started to slowly open. "Y/n." His voice deep, from coming back from consciousness. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, Jack." He let out a content sigh as he shifted to sit up. As he was doing so I noticed a gold thing poking from his pocket.

"Jack what is that?" I pointed to his pocket. "I dunno, baby tooth gave me this and she saved yours to." He handed me the tube as I ran my hands over it. Before I could say anything memories came flooding back.

"Hi, I'm y/n. What's your name?" "My name is Jackson, wanna be friends?" "Sure!" A younger me chirped as I hugged the brown haired boy. Then came another memory: "Jack?" "Hmm?" "I like you." I let out a blush as the teen Jack kissed my hands. "I like you to y/n" Jack started to lean in as we met in a kiss. "Thank you" "Your welcome" He chuckled as we bumped our foreheads together.

As the last memory came in I saw myself crying while laying in bed. I had a love letter that was signed by Jack as his sister came in to tell me he had fallen in the ice. "Jack's gone y/n, he fell through the ice." A little girl told me. "My husband is gone" I cried as I was brought back to the present.

I looked over at Jack as I felt tears flowing down my cheeks. "I had a wife, and- and it was you" He said shocked. He then looked at me and engulfed me in a hug. "I'm sorry y/n." "Jack" I cried as he planted a kiss on my head. He broke the hug and looked at me. "I'm your husband?" "Yeah, and I saw you, it was weird." I chuckled. "We were in love?" He whispered as he took my hands in his.

Baby tooth let out a little nod as we both smiled. Immediately Jack locked his lips with mine as we kissed with so much passion it hurt. "Jack, I love you!" "I love you to mother nature" He chuckled as he imbraced me in another hug.

#jackson overland frost #jack frost #jack frost x reader #jack frost fanfic #imagine #blurb #ugh send help #women writers #rise of the guardians #bunnymund #north #sandman #tooth fairy

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stylesyourmine · 2 years

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believe us ll jj maybank x reader

a/n: hello my lovely humans!! i have not been here in quite a while! im so sorry! now that i have some free time i whipped this up for you! i hope you love it. miss you guys and ask box is officially OPEN.

pairing: jj maybank x reader, platonic pogues x reader

word count: im not sure!

warnings: anxiousness at the end? death mentions? not a lot!!

it was a few weeks after john b and sarah had passed. well, to everyone else's knowledge anyways. the truth was john b and sarah were alive. and the only ones who knew that were pope, kie, jj and you.

you guys were currently ducking under some building ledge you'd climbed on to watch ward and gavin. just moments before you saw ward murder him in cold blood. in front of your own two eyes. it was pouring, the cold water drenching every inch of your body. jj was to the left of you and pope was to the right of you. kie sat next to you as well, holding your hand. pope was leaning over the wall with his camera, but dont tell him you said that, because then he'd just correct you to the right wording.

catching ward seemed impossible, because no matter what evidence you ever got on that man, somehow he'd always get away with it. it was the money, it'd always be the money. he was an asshole and either people saw it and closed their eyes, or just would never say anything against him.

jj's hands were holding your waist sturdy as you were balancing on your bent knees to hold you up.

"there he goes. i think he's looking for the gun!" pope exclaimed. his body moved from left to right slowly following wards every move. your eyes peeked up as you saw him running down and chasing what seemed to be the gun in the current. he raised his arms in agony and placed them behind his back. he yelled something, but you couldn't make out what he'd said exactly. all you could make out from the rain clouding your eyes, was that he was pissed.

the fury you were feeling was over the moon. you were so pissed right now. that was the man who'd framed your best friend. a sixteen year old kid who didn't do anything wrong but live out his life with his friends. this was the man who ruined all of your lives. who made you have panic attacks at night, that woke jj up to help you go back to sleep. you'd get nightmares too, ones of john b and sarah dying. he caused this.

"i think the gun just went down the drain! he's lookin for it." pope muttered again. your heart was pounding. how could he just kill a man, and how could you have just sat there and watched? this wasn't right, whether he'd get his consequence now or later.

"hey. he's lookin for the gun."

kie stood up, and you and jj watched her,

"kie. what're you doin kie?" jj's eyebrows furrowed in confusement. you guys didn't want to get caught, so why was she making it obvious that you were here?

"kie." you whispered. you looked back at jj just to be met with a nod from him, signifying he didn't know what was happening either. this was so important. please dont mess it up, you thought.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" she shouted, from the top of her lungs. your stomach instantly dropped at the thought of ward cameron, the man who just killed someone, in public, would hear kie.

jj's hands were ripped from your body as he tried to pull down kie's. you tried to put your hands on her mouth, trying to help jj in calming her down.

"YOU ARE A MURDERER!" she shouted once more.

"kie please shut up!" you whisper-shouted, hoping she'd understand the gravity of this.

"what're you doing?" jj said his hands were on her arms, trying to stop her from standing and causing any attention to you guys again.

"i dont care if he hears me! he's a murderer!" she lunged forwards, trying to make ward hear it, but pope caught her so she wouldn't.

your eyes darted down to ward, who was now onto you guys. he was sprinting the street, trying to get up to the building you guys were on.

"guys, he sees us!" you shouted trying to gain your friends attention by waving your hand from behind you.

"are you serious?!"jj shouted. he let go of kie and grabbed your hand, trying to help you stand. your heart was pounding. never in your life had you been this nervous. sure, you were pissed at ward, but this was not the time to yell at him! you were trying to catch him red-handed, and leave. not try and catch him and cause attention to yourselves so he'd know you were there!

"come on lets go!"pope yelled in you guys' direction.

you got up and sprinted towards the ladder you guys had used to get up there, really hoping you'd get down and into the car as quick as possible.

you were up first, and heights weren't your thing. but for today, it was going to have to work, you'd told yourself.

"c'mon baby, hurry hurry hurry!" his hands grabbed yours. he stood at the edge of the ladder, watching you go down as fast as you could.

then went pope,

"lets go man! we gotta go!" jj got onto the ladder directly when pope made his first step down, and then kie. and suddenly you watched as kie's foot stepped on jj's hand, making him scream and fall off he ladder, causing him to knock pope off while he was at it.

"no!" you shouted as you watched the camera fly in the air, and then fall to floor before you could even react.

"sorry! so sorry!"

kie said as they were on the ground.

your eyes widened at the sight. it had broken into pieces. no. this couldn't have happened. everything you'd had on him, you lost it.

jj and pope got up as quick as speed goes and pope grabbed the camera off the ground.

your hands flew to your mouth, this was all for nothing.

"are you kidding?! you fumbled it?" jj yelled.

"you kicked me in the face!" pope had spat back.

"she stepped on my hand!" he'd gestured out at kie.

"i was trying to hurry!"

groaning you stepped in front of them, this wasn't the time to argue. especially when a murderer was chasing after you guys.

"STOP! both of you stop! he's coming, GO!"

you ran with them and watched as they all jumped the gate. you then jumped it lastly.

you all finally got to the car and in went pope in the passengers seat, kie got in the drivers and you and jj got in the back.

out of breath you shut your eyes and moved your hair out of your face. jj's hand met your cheek as he looked you deeply in the eyes.

"are you okay? look at me." his hand raised your face to meet his, allowing your hand to drop to your lap.

"are you okay?" he repeated. he looked at you for reassurance and you nodded, swallowing.

"as okay as i can be while a murderer is chasing us."

he panted and nodded, looking up at pope and kie.

his hand went to his own face now, using both hands to bury it in.

"can someone tell me what the frick just happened?!" he muttered, and you looked up at your friends as well.

"holy crap. i cant believe it." he added.

"wait what the hell were they even fighting about?!" you asked.

"uhh,-

pope started to fiddle around with the camera, trying to piece it back together.

"it was a gun- the one rafe used. he must've kept it."

"of course! of course! the murder weapon!"

you threw your head back and your hands hit your face, shit. how could this night have gone any worse.

"pick up, pick up."

you sat up in confusement, was she calling someone?

"who are you calling?" jj asked,

"who do you think?" she said with distress in her voice.

"the cops?" pope furrowed his brows and leaned in closer towards kie.

was she serious? the cops?

"who else am i supposed to call?!"

"why would you call the police that's ward!" you shouted, leaving everyone to look back at you. jj's hand found your thigh, helping you calm down. you never raised your voice, and didn't like getting in trouble. to say the least, you were the mom of the group, so calling the police would be something you'd do. but in this mess? god, no.

"sheriffs office....." the rain was pounding on the sides of the car like someone was outside banging on it, it was so bad tonight. it basically set the mood for how it was going.

"hello?! hello? somebody's been shot you guys need to come to the grand street construction site! i dont know if he's dead or not, you guys need to hurry!"

"we need to get out of here! were sitting ducks, we gotta go." jj said.

"what do you want me to do?!"

"just drive!" pope said.

the car picked up and your head started pounding as hard as ever. a major headache was forming. you wanted this to be over.

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"so...ward cameron just popped one off and killed em,right?" you were now standing on the same construction site platform that you watched ward kill gavin on. you were trying to explain to shoupe what had happened.

except this time, there was no body. no blood. no signs of distress. this wasn't a crime scene to the naked eye. but it was to yours. you saw it happen.

you watched as jj got down and inspected the ground, it was as clean as ever. no blood. no mess. no distress. as if nothing had happened.

"yes shoupe." you muttered.

"how long ago was it?" he stated at you questioningly. you and shoupe had went back to seventh grade, where he was your supervising officer in the juniors police academy. law had always had a special place in your heart. you had been in the academy ever since a few weeks ago, when you dropped out because of john b's disappearance. you were the highest in your program, a team leader. so when shoupe had told you your best friend was dead, and he could do"nothing" about it, and the way he betrayed you by not believing you when you said your best friend had nothing to do with peterkins death, you left. he was pissed, you were his star student heading in good directions.

now here you were with your friends trying to make him understand that ward was a terrible person. but obviously his grudge against you had its own leverage.

'about 45 minutes ago."

your friends were letting you take the lead on the questioning, knowing you knew all the right words. you knew how they worked, how not to fall into his lap.

"and he cleaned it all up in that time frame?"

you crossed your arms and nodded your head in disapproval.

"yes. we filmed it."

he looked up at you and then the camera in popes hand.

"but then i stepped on jjs foot and it broke." kie spoke up.

he looked at all of you, and left his eyes on you for slightly longer, making jj stand closer towards you.

"were done here."

"what? so thats it?" you muttered following him down the stairs.

"we both know a murder could not have happened that fast with no evidence."

"y-yes it could have! shoupe i watched it fucking happen!"

jj's hands came up to your shoulders, trying to get you to calm down.

"just like you know john b didn't murder peterkin?"

"what? who's talking about that?"

"hey man." jj said, standing in front of you now. he was getting overprotective of you again. ever since john b, your emotions have been everywhere and he wasn't gonna let shoupe affect that.

"go home, kids."

"baby-" jj outstetched his arm to comfort you,

you nodded your head and started to walk off, pissed at this entire situation.

"i told you this would happen!" jj took off his hat and motioned towards kie.

"like you're the one that had to drop the camera", he continued.

"it was your fault!" she exclaimed.

turning towards her he yelled,

"oh it was my fault?!"

"yeah! it was your fault!"

"why do you always take his side? why do you never take mi-"

"oh yeah, what about you? taking your girlfriends side for everything!"

"shes my girlfriend kie! i cant just not take her fucking side!"

pope shook his head beside you and you stopped walking abruptly. you had tears in your eyes. what a shit-show.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" you yelled, over it. you couldn't stand it. your head was pounding, your eyes were becoming cloudy and it was all too much.

both of them whipped their heads to look at you.

"you two bickering like little kids is not going to help anything. we can still do something." you looked over at the sewer drain next to you.

"we can go get the gun."

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"this is the north drain. it should've gotten washed into the gully, but if it didn't then it should've ended up somewhere.... here." jj motioned to the open water space around you guys.

you guys had all parted ways last night, excluding you and jj, who went to the chateau together, and calmed down enough to all be forgiven. you guys were all better now and were now looking for the gun.

you guys were at the drain dump, where excess items that weren't supposed to be in the drain went.

"oh my god. people who use plastic should be shot." kiara huffed.

"okay. personally, i love plastic. use it everyday. love the stuff." jj retaliated.

you hit his shoulder and he looked back at you defendingly.

"stop teasing her you idiot."

your eyes widened at him teasingly and winked. he widened his mouth, as in in shock and leaned in for a kiss. you leaned back into him, and just as his lips were about to meet, you swerved, so he hit your cheek.

"ohhhhh...." was the sound made by your friends who were both dying of laughter.

"not cool y/n."

you shook your head and stood next to him, whilelooking at pope and kie.

"anyways-" pope started,

" i knew you'd say something like that which is why i brought......trash bags!"

he smiled towards her and you smiled at how cute that was.

"did you just proactively protect the environment for me?"she replied in awe.

"maybe."

"ew im gonna vomit" jj mumbled

you just looked at him with a defeating yet playful look. "do you really not wanna get laid? like ever again?"

"woah woah woah no no no i dont- i wasn't- how is that fair?!" he protested, and you just laughed.

after cleaning every inch of trash up, no gun was found. you and kie sighed, standing together. you were exhausted.

"if its not in the trash, then it has to be in the storm drain." pope pointed.

"of course it is." kie mumbled.

"good thing i brought the crow!" jj said, moving over to grab it.

"good thing you brought the crow j." you said sarcastically, staring at the gross drain.

"so, are we doing rock, paper scissors?" kie asked. the boys both looked at her at the same time, and then you. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"how bout alphabetically? the oldest?" you suggested.

"one, two, three!" they lifted the cover of the sewer drain and placed it to the side, revealing the deep dark hole of the sewer.

jj looked at you and smiled,

"in the sewer there's this worm that you get down there, it goes into you and then comes out of your pecker so that uh...a no from me."

"yeah same rules apply here too."

"you mean the same pecker that i-"

jj's lips came into a smirk as pope threw his hand over your mouth, blocking out what you were gonna say.

"gross." he mumbled

jj nodded at you devilishly.

"its fine you guys are just scared. scaredy cats if you will."

"nah were not, i'm not scared i just"

"yeah me neither, i'm not scared of that thing."

as their bickering continued you rolled you rolled your eyes and stepped forwards.

"ill go if you shut up."

"oh thank god i did not wanna do that" kie breathed, relieved.

she shot you a thumbs up and you looked at jj, as you bent down in front of the smelly sewer.

"okay can you just-" he shot a look at pope and kie, cause he was about to get sappy.

"can you just be careful for me, if you need anything we're right here okay?" he leaned in and your lips melted together.

"awwwww" they spoke from behind you guys.

you pulled away and smiled at kie. "i'll be soooo careful baby."

"look how soft jj looks right now, i wanna capture this forever." pope said, nudging kie's shoulder as they smiled.

jj pecked your lips again quickly and you saluted all of them, going in as fast as you could.

as you started to crawl you couldn't help but notice the grossness around you. the spiders crawling and the sap wetness from beneath.

"see anything yet baby?!" you heard jj's voice echo from behind.

"nothing yet!" you shouted back, trying to focus on what was in front of you.

after about five minutes of looking around, nothing. and you’d made the decision to start heading back.

you crawled further in, the water flooding in as you got into the deeper part of the sewer, where you where able to stand.

your eyes drifted down, your eyebrows furrowing together. what the hell? why was there a draft of water coming in?

at this point, the water was at around your waist. you screamed as hard as you could,

"JJ! THE WATER! ITS FUCKING RISING!"

it was loud, so loud. nothing seemed real.

your breath seemed to dimmer, and your lungs were working overtime.

was this it?

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THATS IT!! love you so so much! want a part two? like and comment for me <333 reblog reblog reblog!!! <3 -nina

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amazingphilza · 3 years

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twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 4

a/n: uwuwuwuwu @animesportboys and i were just talking about this and my heart was just bursting at this thought 😭

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

also requests are currently closed right now since i have like nearly 30 to finish so please be patient with me and wait for me to finish it all and until then i can open them up again. however, dont stop sending me cute stuff okay? 🥺

summary: its the time of the month for seijoh’s manager 🥺

@ yn when shes extra moody and mean during that time and does this every time she hears anything even come out of the boys’ mouth

oh dear

so basically

it’s,,,,,, a natural thing that most girls go through every month for more than half of their lives and its absolutely D R E A D F U L

the boys ofc knew what the hell a period was bc hello health class so they knew you would become this,,, other version of yourself

youd be moodier, childish, and easy to annoy and snap to everyone

but you would quickly realize how you’re acting then be all regretful and teary and cry easily and then youd forget about it then start the cycle again

you’d stick your tongue out at them and tease them mercilessly, making them run even more laps and pushing them harder

‘I SEE THOSE ARMS SHAKING, IWAIZUMI HAJIME. ADD 15 MORE TO THAT ROUTINE’

‘WHAT?!’

‘IF I SEE YOU EVEN A STEP BEHIND KINDAICHI, YOU WILL BE RUNNING 8 MORE LAPS KUNIMI’

‘NOO!!!!’

‘CHECK YOURSELF OUT ONE MORE TIME, YAHABA, I WILL GOUGE OUT YOUR EYES’

‘HAVE MERCY!!!!’

dear god they hated it

when it was time, they would protect themselves and work even harder and be more perfect to make sure you couldnt see their faults and point them out and try and kill them

it was like war for everyone

but they didnt know the exact date it started so they didnt really know when to start preparing for war until it came

this time, you didnt either

you didnt even know you were starting as you were extra busy booking the buses for away comps and collecting and emailing teachers for any missed homeworks for the team

so when it did start,,,

oh dear part 2

it wasnt really something you found out when you woke up that morning but you noticed you must be getting close since you were feeling extra cranky and you havent even been awake for more than an hour

nothing really happened throughout the day so you were just thinking that you didnt get enough sleep last night so you were just tired and wanted to sleep

but then it happened

you were standing next to iwa, reviewing his spike percentages when you shifted your weight to the other leg and then your eyes widened

your water broke

i saw this tiktok of this one girl and she was about to start filming with her friend when her eyes widened and her friend knew immediately and her caption was ‘my water broke’

iwa was worried as heck on to what was going on with you and even followed your gaze to see it on the wall and nothing out of the ordinary

‘y/n?’

‘oh god’

you mumbled and you wanted to run but you were too scared that you leaked and probably have an obvious redness on your white track pants

yep it def was your time bc you felt tears welling up in your eyes and you sniffled, embarrassed and upset for this to happen now, of all times

then oikawa tooru bursted through the doors

iwa, taking his eyes off of you and to the captain, started to yell at him until he noticed the brunette’s flushed face and panting form, hunched over as he gripped on the door handle with the plastic bag

you, too busy trying to think of a way to get out of there like deciding to waddle or to just crawl, didnt see oikawa as he approached you

the team paused and watched as he took a black hoodie from the plastic bag and wrapped it around your waist

‘hmm, y/n-chan, better get dressed so we can go now’

he hummed and you snapped out of your panic and looked up at him with watery eyes

‘oikawa-san’

you whispered and he nodded, eyes knowing what was going on

‘coach, theres a planetarium special tonight’

oikawa shouted without tearing his gaze away from you and coach irihata instantly knew, knowing the code that oikawa came up with when you became a part of the family team

the elder coach made a noise of agreement and oikawa didnt wait to up and carry you in his arms and waved to the team while pushing your head in his chest so you can hide

‘work hard everyone!’

‘oi, shittykawa! what the hell-!’

but an intense side-eye from his best friend shut him up and he knew something happened so he didnt say anything since he trusts oikawa to fix it

‘i trust you will take care of them, iwa-chan’

iwaizumi nodded firmly before shouting to resume back to practice and he himself went back to the line for spikes

you were carried to the bathroom so you could change into your emergency undies and pad and after you did your business, oikawa noticed you uncomfortably waddling towards him so he took you back into his arms

oikawa continued to carry you like his bride down the street towards an unknown destination, humming a children’s show tune that takeru loved to watch, while you maintained curled around yourself, partly due to the shame but also from the pain in your abdomen

you wiped the few stray tears that spilled past your eyes and oikawa chuckled when he noticed you aggressively wipe them off

‘hmm, y/n-chan, you shouldnt do that to yourself. it irritates your eyes and the skin around it so gently dab it next time, kay?’

you nodded, burrowing back to his chest and breathing in his scent

french toast

he smelled like french toast as the smell of caramel and vanilla wafted into your nose

‘howd you know’

you mumbled against the fabric of his jacket

oikawa stopped his humming and replaced it with a chuckle

‘oh, y/n-chan. oikawa-san is a reliable senpai, dont you know? i got a tracker! just for you!’

he answered and your eyes moved from his arm to his smile and you gripped his jacket tighter, fingers curled around it as if it was your lifeline

‘thank you, oikawa-san’

your words of appreciation made oikawa’s heart thump and he faltered a little, blush creeping up his neck, but he fought it down, covering it up with a smirk

‘you should be, y/n-chan! girls would kill to be you right now!’

you rolled your eyes at the return of his cocky attitude but you knew better

the real oikawa tooru was under that mask

turns out, he carried you to his home as his house was the closest while yours had to be taken by a bus

thankfully his parents were out and his sister and nephew were in a trip in tokyo that you had the house to yourselves without anyone asking questions that might make you uncomfortable and them misunderstand

he shut the door with his foot and made his way up the stairs with ease, his strength truly impressing you at that moment, before settling you down on his bed

it wasnt even on purpose but you curled yourself on his blanket, head buried in his pillow

his heart combusted and tooru had to look away or else he wouldve jumped on you and coddled you forever

instead, he quickly ran over and knelt down under his desk to reach for the box that he has prepared for you

‘y/n-chan, i never knew your pattern until last month so i was able to prepare for you now’

you looked up from your position on the bed and sat up enough to see him standing there, grinning with a mint green box

‘wh-what is that?’

you asked and he shuffled over, sitting next to you

‘this, is the y/n care love box! this special box was created by yours truly with everything you want and need during this dreadful week. theres your favorite food, warm socks, coupons you can spend like watching movies and eating ten tubs of ice cream while we talk shit about the boys’

he listed, gripping the box nervously

‘so? do you like it?’

he looked away from the box and to you but his smile slipped into a panicked one when he saw you silently crying and biting your lip to keep the sobs in

‘y-y/n-chan! i-its okay if y-you dont like it! o-oikawa-san can-’

‘no!’

you cut him off and lunged to hug him with all your might

hehe all might

E A T T H I S

‘i love you so much, oikawa-san! so much! thank you!’

you sobbed into his neck and he tightly hugged you back, lifting you so you could comfortably sit on his lap straddle him if you want me to be straight forward

oikawa gently moved so he was leaning against the wall that his bed was pressed against while you were pressed against his warmth

his fingers were drawing small circles on your back and whispering corny jokes or puns that made you giggle and laugh and occassionally, he would kiss your nose and you would whine at the ticklish feeling

eyes fleeting around the room, your eyes settled back on the box and you reached out, wanting to grab it until oikawa beat you to it and snatched it for you then placed it on your hold

‘whats inside, oikawa-san?’

you cutely mumbled, sitting comfortably back on his thighs so you could open the box in front of you

oikawa laughed

‘just open it and figure it out yourself, y/n-chan’

you pouted at his tease but smiled widely when you revealed the contents inside

‘oikawa-san!’

his eyes followed your surprised expression and his hands gripped your waist

‘you like it?’

he whispered and you nodded, looking back up at him and kissing his cheek, his

‘youre so sweet, oikawa-san! like-like this candy bar! howd you know i like this?’

you held up the treat and he shrugged

‘i keep seeing you get it whenever we go to the store’

you continued to sift through the things, seeing a dvd of your favorite movie, a f/c heating pad, a note that said your favorite ice cream was in the fridge, a bag of your favorite chips, fluffy socks, the goodies

you didnt even notice yourself crying again, only realizing it when there were wet spots beneath you

oikawa saw this and he quickly but gently put the box to the side and cradled your face with both of his hands, softly wiping the tears away with his thumbs

‘aw, dont cry, my little baby. princesses should never cry’

you sniffled and choked a laugh

‘hah, n-not a baby. j-just hor-monal’

you complained and oikawa snickered but shook his head then kissed your nose again

‘youre my baby’

you didnt have it in you to complain so you went back to snuggling into him

oikawa squeezed you and went back to drawing the circles on your back and he felt you relax into his touch and slump against his form, slowly starting to snore

your head rested on his shoulder and he turned slightly to watch your eyes flutter and nose scrunch when a strand of your hair fell on it

his heart continued to beat faster and faster and it showed by the way his fingers shook as he carefully lifted the hair away from you

he slowly bent down to give you a kiss on the forehead before laying you down to sleep more comfortably

‘good night, princess’

he sweetly placed a last kiss on your cheek before getting up to go prepare your heating pad for when you wake up

the next few days were possibly the best period days youve ever had

maybe because it was oikawa telling the team that you were in,,,,, satan’s domain currently and they should be careful with you so they tried their best to lift the weight and burden off of your shoulders

however,,

the next day after the incident,,,

they still didnt know what was wrong with you and oikawa forgot to text the gc about your condition so they were still unknowing

like today

during your classes, you were feeling off, almost nauseous but eating little bits of your chocolate treats were helping you get through until lunch

ofc kunimi noticed bc hellow he sits next to you and he doesnt pay attention during class so hes been watching you sneak little bites so the teacher doesnt see and ducking under your book

he was just amused with the way your eyes would widen if you thought the teacher caught you

kindaichi and kunimi and you usually ate lunch together at your classroom since you three only got to hang out as first years during lunch

so they know you usually have a bento with you and have a general idea of how much you eat

and kunimi thought since you ate all those chocolates earlier, you wouldnt eat as much food but then he saw you scarf down your bento, eat 2 more bags of chips and was finishing last chocolate bar

kindaichi,,,, wasnt even finished with his own bento and was watching you, amazed, at how easily you ate all of it

they didnt say anything since they thought you just didnt eat dinner last night but even during the walk towards the gym for after school practice, you were complaining that you were hungry and was eating another chocolate bar

they thought something was truly wrong bc you were eating so much more than usual

kunimi watched you chew on it as you opened the gym door and still ate even when you were talking to mattsun about his jump height

‘man, you sure are hungry, aren’t you, y/n? thats like your fifth chocolate bar today’

kunimi teased, grabbing a ball to spike but he froze, seeing you with the coldest and angriest look hes ever seen

you blinked at him, grip tightening on the treat, and mattsun slowly backing away from you

you advanced towards the blep boy, treat already forgotten and shoved to be held by mattsun

despite your shorter height than kunimi, he trembled slightly as you looked up at him

‘are you calling me fat, kunimi? are you? am i fat? do you think im ugly? im a piggie?’

you ranted and slowly started crying, making kunimi frantically scramble to stop you before the other upperclassmen see or worse, oikawa-san

‘y/n-wait-no!-um’

‘y/n-chan?’

kunimi shut his eyes tightly in fear at the deadly sweet voice of his captain and kindaichi and mattsun sent a quick prayer to their fellow teammate before he was going to get killed

‘uh oh, i think we’d have to start looking for a replacement for kunimi’

makki, who just arrived, teased making kindaichi fearfully look at him

‘eh?!’

‘oh, you first years have never seen oikawa mad, have ya? well, you’ll get front seat of it!’

mattsun clapped him in the back making him gulp

you werent sobbing but you were definitely crying, tear tracks quickly being wetted by the numerous amount of tears that fell

kunimi scrambled to his knees and folded himself, forehead resting on the floor by his hands

‘I APOLOGIZE! PLEASE DONT KILL ME! I APOLOGIZE! PLEASE FIND MERCY IN YOURSELF AND FORGIVE ME, Y/N-SAMA!’

it was certainly a sight to see

normally calm and collected and chill and relaxed hippie kunimi begging to be forgiven

oikawa stepped forward but you quickly felt the change of your mood, feeling bad for your boy and scrambling to pull him back up

‘oh kunimi-kun! dont kneel like that! the floor is too hard and might give you knee pain!’

it was like whiplash

iwa stepped in the gym and saw the team’s confused and bewildered expressions and saw you, kunimi, and oikawa and he shook his head

this aint even half of bad as he has seen

oikawa gently took you away from kunimi and held you to him instead, giving you a smile, to which you returned, and looked at kunimi, a deadly glint in his eye

‘what happened, y/n-chan?’

the tone of his voice sent a chill to run down everyone’s spines and even iwa, the boy who’s seen this a handful of times, shivered and nervously watched oikawa, ready to jump in

but you just blinked, completely unaware of the change of atmosphere

‘oh, um, i overreacted. i was eating too much food today and mustve annoyed him or something’

you sheepishly mumbled but oikawa was having none of it

‘no, its fine. youre literally bleeding out as we speak! dont feel the need to validate yourself!’

he lightly scolded while you hung your head low and continued to apologize but he gently bonked your head before scolding you again

the team definitely knew now that you were in that,,,, time and they definitely knew now, especially kunimi, that even if youve seen oikawa mad, youd think that the devil was more merciful than him when it relates to the topic of you

a/n: i swear to GGGOOOOODDDDDD im an oikawa whore who cant seem to stop writing for him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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finrelia · 3 years

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Warm

Request: Yes! From @yanginthere (Request is too long to have in header)

Summary: You get a mild case of hypothermia working at noonans one winter day and Alex comes home to find you in bad shape. She comforts you, and a little bit of hurt/comfort occurs.

Warnings: Mentions of illness/hypothermia. Self doubt, depressing themes. Cursing. Hurt/comfort slightly.

Word Count: 1,709

A/N: I’m not as happy with this one as I wanted to be! But I rewrote it about three times before it was good enough to post! I hope this is alright!

“Off to work already, Y/N?”

“You know me!” You say with a light laugh as you place a quick but loving kiss on your girlfriend’s cheek.

“Oh no you don’t” Alex says, as she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you into a close hug. You smile sweetly and soak in the hug as much as you can. You look up into her eyes, and grin widely before grabbing your car keys off of their hook by the apartment door.

“You’ve been working an awful lot lately.” She says from behind you.

“You know how noonan’s gets around the holidays… Especially with Kara as out number one customer. But hey! It’s not like I’m out saving the world or anything!!!”

“Hey… Saving the world or not, It’s still cold outside, and I know the kitchen heater broke last week. Just- be careful for me, alright?” Alex responds, her tone more serious than you expected.

“I’ll be safe if you will, Agent Danvers.”

With one final firm kiss you say goodbye to your loving girlfriend and make your way out the door to head to work.

The second you left your apartment building, the shocking cold air slammed into you with a forceful gust of wind. You pulled on your coat, and wrapped your arms around your sides, sprinting on your tiptoes to your car. You pull hard against the wind to slam the door to your car as you sit down on the chilled leather. Your car sputters slightly before finally starting, the cold weather making it difficult to get going. It seems like it takes ages to heat up, but eventually you start to drive towards noonans. It’s only about a seven minute drive, and you take your usual parking spot on the street next to the staff entrance.

You wave hello to your manager and immediately get to work. It seems pretty okay at first, but the cold of the kitchen starts to get to you a bit, with your nose beginning to run, growing numb, and your fingers get sore. To make matters worse, it was an incredibly busy day, and you simply didn’t have time to take a break, fulfilling constant orders. It wasn't long before you developed a pretty nasty headache, and your coat simply wasn't warm enough for you.

Six hours later and your shift was finally coming to a close, thankfully. It was the middle of the afternoon, but it was so incredibly overcast it seemed like it was dusk. The cold outside was somehow worse than inside, and you said goodbye to your coworkers before beginning the walk to your car. You could barely walk in a straight line, the pounding from your head making it feel like you were about to be sick. You placed your hand against your left temple in a protective motion, stumbling as you walked. In the time you were working, it had begun to rain, which is NOT what you wanted to hear, seeing as your rickety old car tends to refuse to start when it gets frozen over.

Sure enough, the second you turn your key in the ignition, your heart sinks. You are met with a rattle, a grind, a rattle again, and then nothing. Sighing loudly, you put your head in your freezing cold hands, your fingers numb to the touch. You tried all day to keep your stress in, but things just keep getting worse. You sit there, and erupt into tears. You end up crying in your car alone for upwards of ten minutes, before deciding to check your phone, contemplating calling Alex. Shit… she’s on a mission with Kara today… You felt like your day was getting away from you, forgetting even the most recent conversations you had. You shake your head and decide to set off on foot to head home, hopeful to make it relatively quickly, despite the rain. You were just looking forward to curling up in a warm bed with Alex.

Low and behold, it starts to not snow, not rain, but SLEET as you get about four minutes into your thirty minute walk home. You bow your head and clench your jaw, walking quicker, willing yourself to make it. Your clothes dampen up pretty quickly, the cold of the water seeping into your skin, coating you uncomfortably. The sound of the rain on the streets intermingling with the honking of cars, falls on deaf ears, as you begin to experience some kind of cloud over your consciousness. Barely able to walk straight, you begin to walk at a slant, slamming your shoulder into a corner store brick wall, but this barely elicits a whimper out of you, almost entirely unable to process what is happening.

You must’ve walked through four red lights, and you’re lucky you weren't hit by a car, but you finally made it home. Mostly frozen water drips off of your pants and pools into your boots as your shaky hands fumble through your pockets to find your house key. Eventually you manage to unlock the door, but you are shaking so profusely that you are barely able to even turn the knob.

You figured you should probably get out of your wet clothes, but you were so tired… you just didn't have the energy to slip off your jacket. Actually, you didn't even have the energy to make it to your room. You place your hands on the kitchen counter and sway slightly, shaking your head trying to snap out of your freezing daze. The breath leaves your chest and the world goes dark around you as you collapse onto the tile floor.

“Y/N?” Keys jingle together as Alex walks inside, a tired smile on her face, relieved to finally be home to see you.

“Baby? Are you home?” She calls out, bummed at the thought that you might’ve gone out to get food without her.

She rounds the corner to walk into the kitchen, and her coat falls out of her arms as she sees your sopping wet form completely motionless on the floor. She rushes over to you, sitting on her knees, and takes your head in her hands, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Y/N?!” She says, panic clear in her voice. You murmur slightly in response, barely coherent.

“Oh my god you’re freezing cold.” She feels your cheek with the back of her hand. “Let’s get these wet rags off of you.” She scoops you up into her arms and carries you to the bathroom, slowly beginning to peel layer after layer of clothing off of your limp body. Your eyes flutter open and closed, occasionally letting out a slurred comment or two.She shushes you and cups your face in her hand.

Your eyes open slowly and you take in your surroundings, confused. You had no idea how you got home, or how you ended up wrapped in your favorite blanket with a warm cup of tea in your lap, but what you did know is that you were with Alex, and that she was taking care of you. You found yourself cozied up in bed, with your favorite show put on, and Alex holding you in her arms. She feels you slowly coming to, and rubs your arm saying: “Hey… how’re you feeling?”

“I- I’m okay I think…” You say, confused. “What happened?” “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“The last thing I remember is my car breaking down outside of work, and then this.”

“Your car broke down?” Alex says, sitting up to get a better look at you..

“Yeah I-” “Why didn't you call? You walked home in the rain, you could've died!” Alex sounded frustrated, but there was no anger in her voice, just concern.

“I didn’t want to bother you… you and Kara were out there doing heroic things and actually making a difference in society, I was just working in a stupid kitchen without a heater.” Your voice cracks slightly as you speak.

“Still no heater? I’m going to have some choice words with your manager…” Alex says more to herself than to you. “You could’ve called, baby. It doesn't matter what I’m doing, your safety is far more important to me.” She turns your chin up to hers so that you are staring directly into each other's eyes. You pull away gently, looking to your feet. Causing a small frown to show on Alex’s face.

“I don't like bothering you. I dont matter half as much as you do anyways, I mean, why would someone like you take the time to help me? I’m not even out of college yet, and I can't handle myself. You’d think a soon to be ER doctor could self diagnose hypothermia, but apparently not. I’m too busy bein-” You hadn't even noticed yourself derailing until you were already sobbing.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay.” Alex says as she pulls you closer, wrapping her arms around you. You cry silently into her arms as she begins to think about everything you just said. You sit there together, shaking and sniffling until she finally pulls away and positions herself directly in front of you. She puts your face in her hands and locks eyes with you.

“You, Y/N, are far from the burden that you think you are. You are so incredibly important to me and to others. Never, NEVER think less of yourself. Especially in a situation where you could have gotten hurt. You can always call me, no matter what. Supergirl can handle herself. I love that you are strong. I love that you are hard working, despite those terrible conditions. I love that you put others first. I love that you care. I love YOU so incredibly much-” She stops, realizing that she just said that she loved you for the first time since you had started dating.

“Alex…” You respond slowly.

“Hey it’s okay. You don’t need to respond. I just want you to know that you matter to me.” She pulls you closer.

“I love you too” You mumble, cuddling up against her chest and closing your eyes. You were so comfortable in that moment. You were finally so… warm.

#Alex danvers x reader #Alex danvers #Alex danvers fic #Alex danvers imagine #Alex danvers/reader #supergirl imagine #supergirl #supergirl fic #arrowverse #arrow verse imagine #arrow verse x reader #arrow verse/reader #Alex danvers fanfiction #supergirl reader insert #Alex danvers reader insert #requested #hurt/comfort

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hobbitsnapes · 4 years

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The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 14

Older Damian Wayne x ofc

(Photo made by my lovely friend @tyuuniverse)

Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever. (I suck at summary’s)

The smell of burgers and general grease wafted the room as soon as Jason and her stepped in. The sound of workers and people muffling the busy cars right outside. They both took their usual seat in the back, preferring to be there rather than up front. Each Sunday Sandy and Jason took what they call their, ‘dad daughter day’ and went out to eat here. Jason took her to the ever so famous bat burger the day he adopted her, and ever since then they come once a week. Maybe not the healthiest thing they could do, but with all the physical activity they do they never worry. But this night in particular was a special night for them.

They always joked about the red hood hotdog, usually getting it and finding it funny that out of all the foods, they chose a hot dog. Well after almost a year being out alongside Jason on patrol, people started noticing her. She was called ‘the red hoods robin.’ And it was announced the popular food chain would be adding a side dish to the red hood dog, a side of archangel wings. They both laughed as they got them because they were in fact just the wings.

They both sat and enjoyed their respected meals, joking around as they usually do. Both of them enjoying themselves and truly just feeling like a father and his daughter.

They both finish their meals after some time, walking out back to his bike. She turns to him, grabbing her helmet and placing it on. “Hey since it’s still early, wanna go to the pier?” He asks, usually they would only go out to dinner. But they decided to go out earlier than normal, having not to go out tonight due to their promise to spend the day as normal as possible. “Sure, I don’t think I’ve been there before?” She replies, wondering if she had been there before as a child. She isn’t able to recall a time she had been before, possibly during the night with Jason but never during the day when she was able to see.

And that’s where they spent most of their day. The pier hadn’t been that large but they made do. They threw rocks, watched as all the many boats swam by, and walked around. As the day grew to evening, and the already cool air became more noticeable, the chill in the air swam around their clothes, they decided to head home.

Never did they think walking into the once lonely and blank apartment that they now called home, would look like it did now. The walls that once were blank that held photos, now all torn to shreds. Glass and wood Scattered around the floor.the wood coffee table they just got, broken into shards of wood. Their tv broken on the ground. Their couch, cut up to pieces. Everything they had built, broken.

Shock and disbelief filled them along with a dick feeling in their stomach. Their hearts dropping but accelerating as it set in. Someone has found them.

Jason turns to her, tears filling her eyes, handing her his gun. “Go look in every room. If you hear anything, scream as loud as you can.” She nods her head, grabbing the gun and slowly walking out of the living room.

Jason looks around the room, looking for any clue whatsoever of who could have done this. And Jason got his answer, Nestled in between the cracked floorboards near the broken couch. Horror filled him as his stomach and heart felt as though they both would expel from his body.

He grabs for his phone, dread filling him as sweat beads down his forehead. This goes against everything he’s built up to do in the last 3 years. His mind screaming at him not to do this. That it’ll only end in pain. But that one voice, the one that screamed at him the moment he saw her over the ledge, the one who screamed at him to help her, the one who told him to protect her, made the answer for him as he dialed the memorized number.

“Hello? Who is this?” Said Bruce, jason's heart dropping into his stomach. Feeling panic rise up to his neck. Bruce asked who is it again, an edge to his voice now. Jason lets out a shaky breath, he has to do this, for her. “This is the last number I thought I’d call. But this is my only option I have.” “J-Jason? I-I how did you rem-” “don’t you remember a part of my training was to memorize this number. I couldn’t forget it if I tried. Now cut the crap with the shock bruce. I, have to ask you for something.” “What is it?” Jason swallowed the pit forming in his throat. “Our apartment, it was broken into. Everything, and I mean everything, is broken. I sent her to go search around here and out back. I-I wouldn’t be doing this if I thought I could protect her. But I know I can’t. Not by myself. It-it’s bad Bruce. I need her to stay there for a while, I can’t be out there trying to figure out what to do whilst also trying with everything in me to protect her. We’ll be there in an hour. If we aren’t there by 10, come looking for us.” “I’ll have alfred ready one of the rooms. But Jason, what about her and-“ “I’ll talk to her. I’m one of the only people she’ll listen to.” Bruce sighs. “See you in an hour.” Jason hangs up the phone, ready for the hell he's about to walk into.

“Did you find anything?” Jason asks as he steps into the room. Tears filling his eyes as he sees her once beautifully decorated room, torn upside down in shambles. “I didn’t, it’s like they wiped everything clean of evidence. Hey, what’s wrong dad?” It’s as if they are so in tune with one another that they can read by just their face that there’s something wrong. Her big blue eyes wide as she looks at him. He lets out a shaky breath. “I don’t want to do this. But there’s nothing else I can do.” “What is it?” She asks, putting her hand on his arm. “I know I’ve always said how strong, and capable you are. And you always will be. But, this is something even I’m scared of. I, I need you to stay at the manor for a while.” Her once worried face, turns to disbelieve and anger. “What? You can’t be serious dad. Don’t you remember he’s-“ “yes. I know he’s there. But this isn’t a debate. I can’t be out there looking around and finding out who did this.” Anger bubbles up her throat. Her hands shaking by her sides. “And I’ve been fighting alongside you for over a year. And I went under the radar for another year on the streets. Do you have ANY idea how much it’ll hurt to live there with him there!” “AND DONT YOU THINK IT HURTS ME TO PUT YOU THERE!? Don’t you think it makes my blood boil to have to stay under the same roof as the boy who broke my daughters heart? Don’t you think I’d do ANYTHING to find another place to bring you? I would’ve already done it if I could. These people aren’t just regular robbers. They found out our identity, found where we live, and recanted this entire place. For all we know they could’ve bugged the entire building! I’d do anything to keep you from them. But I know that they are our best option to make sure we both aren’t killed. I know you’re smart, I know you're strong. But at the end of the day, you aren’t my partner. You’re my daughter. And I’m your father. And I love you and I know that this is the safest place on the earth for you right now. I wouldn’t be doing this if I had any other option sandy.” Tears fell down both their faces. Realization dawning on both of them what has to happen. She hugs him tightly. Clutching to him as they both cry. “When do we leave.” She asks. “We need to be there by 10. I need you to pack essentials and be at the back door in 10 minutes. Grab only what you need. I’ll bring you up everything else in a few days.” Tears fell down her eyes into his shirt. “Okay.”

The air in the car is thick as they drive down the road. Jason has an emergency car down in a storage shed a block away from their apartment. Exactly for situations like these. Tears fell down both their faces, neither speaking a word. Their hearts and stomach falling the further they go.

The thick trees surround them, a dark blanket of darkness coats the area that the headlights can’t reach. Smooth pavement creating a steady drive the closer they get. Their tears had dried by now. But the ever growing anxiety growing in both of them as the y’all manor looms over the tall trees. Growing larger the closer they get.

Lights illuminate from the windows into the dark night. The tall building high up into the sky as they stop. She had seen plenty of photos of the ever so popular but private estate. But it’s as if the photos were nothing but a mear copy of the truly beautiful building. But that didn’t stop the feeling of vomit growing up their throats the longer they look at it. They turn to one another. Tears filling their eyes again. “Alright, lets go.”

The sound of their boots clicking along the brick ground the only sound as they approach the double doors. They step up to it, Jason reaching his hand out to the door handle before it was opened. An elderly man dressed in a suit answered. A faint smile etched on his face when his eyes met Jason. “Welcome. Master Bruce and everyone is down in the cave waiting for both of you.”

The long hallways were dark, only being lit through the doorway leading into the Library.

The room was nothing but from a fairytale. Long and tall bookshelves filled to the brim lined all the way up to the ceiling. Every inch of the walls were filled with a book.

Jason and sandy walked over to one book in particular. It wasn’t bright in color, or new or old looking. Just an ordinary book. But when Jason pulled it, a rumble was heard from the bookshelf.

A doorway was opened, like one of those secret passageways in a castle.

The walk down the many steps was dark, saved only by a light at the end of it. Their feet padded against the stairway the only sound to be heard, besides the loud beating of their hearts. The pair looking at one another when they reached the last step.

The large cave was filled with computers, a few tables, glass casings, and much more. 6 people stood in the middle of it. Sandy only recognizing 2.

Damian watched as her and Jason walked in, her eyes flashing to his but just as quickly darting away. A pain shot through his chest at the obvious pain in her face when she looked at him. Her eyes flashing pain and shining with unshed tears before going back to normal when she looked at jason. Jasons eyes bore into both Damian and Bruce’s. His stare burning when he looked at Damian.

Jason let out a large sigh as he looked at everyone. What he once called his family, now almost complete strangers staring at him like he has 3 heads. “I’m guessing Bruce already told you guys what happened. Correct?” He asks, everyone nodding their heads. “I’m gonna be honest. You guys are the last fucking people I want her to be around. If I could, I’d erase every single one of you from my memory. But, I know there’s no other option I have to keep her safe. So for a while, she’ll be staying here. But that doesn’t mean you can recruit her to be a part of this, team.” Jasons eyes bore holes into Bruce when he said this. “Sandy is very strong, stronger than you’d think. She’s smart. Don’t underestimate her. Now, there’s some rules I have for you all in regards to her. Just because she isn’t a part of your team, doesn’t mean you don’t watch out for her. After all she is new to this still. But that doesn’t mean you baby her. Trust me on that. You’ll treat her with respect. Anyone having a bad day and decides to take it out on her, and I find out, you’ll be dealing with me. And above all, you.keep.her.safe. You all have done a horrible job at it in the past. But if she EVER gets hurt, either by one of you or what you didn’t do, I’ll make what I did to him look like child’s play.” Jasons eyes burned into Damian when he said this. His eyes burning with hatred and anger at him.

“This will be your room, Miss Todd. I hope it’s to your liking.” Says Alfred. The room was lavish. The size alone was larger than her and Jasons living room. A large plush queen size bed in the middle of it. A large bay window out looking into the front yard. Covered by silk blinds. The floor was a dark oak, but mostly covered by a large dark brown rug. A table that could fold into a vanity sat in the corner by the bathroom. Right next to it was a door leading to a large closet. A small nightstand stood beside her bed on each side.

She turns to Alfred, her eyes searching into his. “Thank you. It’s lovely.” “I do apologize, this is one of the only rooms on this flooring. It is 3 doors down from master Damians room. If you would like I could ready a room upstairs if you are uncomfortable.” “No thank you, as long as I don’t have to walk past his I’ll be fine. Thank you for asking though.” “It’s not a problem miss. Dinner was served earlier, I could come and bring you some if you are hungry.” Her eyes looked into his again, a soft warm smile painted on his face. “I’m honestly not that hungry for anything right now. With everything that’s happened today, I’d honestly rather just go to bed.” She looks away and sets her bag onto her bed. “As you wish miss Todd. And just so you know.” He sets his hand on her shoulder. “If you need anything, there’s a button and speaker right by your bed. It’ll ring to me if you need anything. Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything, even just to talk. You are just as welcome here as everyone. That includes your father too.” His eyes looked into her tear filled ones. A smile formed on her face. “Thank you Alfred. I really appreciate it.” He walked away from her and to the door. Wishing her a goodnight.

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Nine Lives To Short Part 6: The Bad

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Paring: Shinsou x Reader

Genre: Angst

Taglist: @foxypuppy @bakuhoetoedoroki

Plot: You only have nine days to tell him how you feel but maybe 9 days just isn't enough

"I never felt so ALIVE~" Yokai cheers and spins around Hitoshi while they both walk to the bus stop. "Hitoshi! Hey! Hitoshi!"

You, the real you seems to invisible to everyone except for Yokai who's been watching you desperately try to get the attention of the people who walk pass. " HELLO? HEY! Why can't anyone see me! What did you do stupid cat!".

(" You do realize that you were on your 4th day right. It wasn't just your legs that were giving up on you this morning, I'm sure you felt pain everywhere throughout your body correct?". )

"Yeah what about it!"

("That was your body giving up on you, so I could take complete control and I did just that")

" DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT HURTING HITOSHI!"

("Why would you care what I do to him....then again he's not yours to lose right? Just sit tight and watch )

Hitoshi flicks your forehead "OW! WHY DID YOU DO THAT"

" What's with that creepy smile"

" I'm just so happy I'm finally free of that stupid quirk aren't you glad we can be together with on limits on time"

Hitoshi scratches his head " Yeah about that....what are we gonna do about 9 lives when it comes returns"

"R-returns?"

"Yeah it'll only be a matter of time before 9 lives manifest again so I gotta know how did it come about the first time so we can prevent it ".

" I guess it's about time I tell you ".

Panic begins to wash over you " no...no NO STOP TALKING!"

Suddenly Yokai starts coughing unable to speak without break the sentence to cough.

(W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING Y/N?!")

"SHUTTING YOU UP!" You have Yokai in a chokehold trying to not make him say anything to Hitoshi.

"You stupid cat I'm already one step ahead! Look down fur ball"

Yokai glances down to see that same mist like hands that he used at the hospital but now it's wrapped around his legs preventing him from moving.

"At the end of the day this is my body and this is my quirk! And I can use it whenever I want here!"

Yokai clenches his fist accepting his defeat for now "Now you better shut your mouth before I cut out your hearing because now I control the strings and you're the puppet!".

Then something catches your eyes it's your dad across the street running into a dark alley, "Dad...?"

" D-Dad?"

"Oh yeah that is your dad what is he doing over there....ummm Y/n?"

Your body quickly dashes to the other side of the street straight into incoming traffic.

"Dammit wait up! Don't just run on a green light! Y/n!".

" Shouldn't Dad be at work why is he here..."

(" CAN YOU AT LEAST GIVE ME CONTROL OF MY LEGS IT'S HARD TO RUN!")

"THAT'S HOW I FELT EARLIER YOU DICK NOW YOU KNOW HOW I FELT" Finally making it to the alleyway you command Yokai to hide behind a dumpster.

Y/n's dad seems to be talking to man and he's covered in scars and stables?.

" My boss wouldn't like if he saw me talking to you right now, hell just the fact that I'm not killing you would send him over the moon"

" I'm here for the exchange not to talk...let's get a move on Dabi"

Dabi smirks throws a gun at him then walks away without a word

" Is it loaded with-"

"Sorry but the exchange is done and it looks like there's not time to for chitchat You'll find out when you check the rounds".

Yokai sneaks away before getting out of sight then he darts back to Hitoshi pushing him onto the bus that just pulled up "Woah woah no need to push cat".

" S-shut up and move!"

After like 20 minutes on bus until it finally reaches the wanted destination and stops.

" This is our stop come on let me walk you home Hitoshi turns his head to see that you're already off the bus "I really hope Eri did fry your brain...".

Yokai kicks the house door open then kicks it close and runs straight to your parents room.

" T-that was Dabi from the league of villains! He was the name guy that burned the forest during the training camp! The same people that took Bakugou!Why would my dad be meeting up with him!"

"Look I don't know! All I know is that he's hiding something and I wanna find out.... now tell me a place that you were forbidden to go to in here"

" The closest...they always told me to never go in there..."

Yokai snatches the closet door off the wall he tilts his head realizing "There's nothing in here but a suit, a briefcase and a bird beak?"

" No...this isn't nothing this looks like a outfit for a member of the Shie Hassaikai"

The door to the front of the house opens

" Get up Yokai...he's here"

"He is huh if that's the case then you wouldn't mind deal with him all on your own like a good little hero"

" OH SO NOW YOU WANNA SWITCH BACK!"

You blink and bam! You're back in your own body but...the time for celebration isn't now.

Y/n picks up the bird mask and walks to comfort her father.

"Ah! Hey honey I did expect for you to be home before me how was your day at scho-"

You hold out the bird mask trembling and shaking with fear looking up at the man you call dad.

" W-what is this..."

"You went through my closet..."

"ANSWER THE QUESTION DAD!"

" Y/n....I'm doing this for you"

Father pulls the pistol that he got from Dabi out of his pocket then points it at you his own daughter....

" You're sick...but don't worry...this bullet will cure you...."

Then came the ugly...with simple

BANG

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madamsixx · 4 years

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Beyond The Leather Chapter 24: Valentines In London Found Me In The Trash

Friday, February 14, 1986

Today was the big day. I slept in Jess's room last night because I needed someone to be with instead of being alone in my room. I received calls of encouragement and excitement from Tamara and my family. I wished that they could be here but everyone is busy with school and work. Also it's my moms birthday so I did get to wish her a happy birthday. I got out of the shower and got dressed ready to go. Jess made a few calls before we left so I told her I would be put in the hall way waiting for her. When I stepped out and walked to the elevator pushing the button. I heard Nikki's door open. Nikki came out of his room with his hair in a bun wearing no shirt and black ripped Jean's. He's up pretty early. We looked at each other for a bit until I turned away hearing that the elevator has come. I then heard Jess come out of the room and lock her door and walk down to the elevator. Nikki started walking down to the elevator too. I held the door open and they both got in. It was silent and very awkward. He leaned on the elevator wall and glared at me.

"S...so are the other girls downstairs already by the limo?" I asked Jess trying not to look at Nikki.

"They should be. If not the limo will leave without them." She chuckled.

"Are you a model?" Nikki spoke up still shooting daggers at me.

I tensed up when I heard Nikki speak. He was still angry about yesterday. I didn't even check to see if what I wrote was still on his door. Anyways he already knows I'm a model so I don't know what he's playing at.

"Yes she is. She's also an actress, a very talented one." Jess spoke proudly.

He nodded his head. "Oh really! I thought she was a hall cunt. It was written on her door, my mistake." He grins smugly.

I grinded my teeth together, I shot him a dirty look. He's just lucky Jess is in the elevator or I would have used my heel to hit the smug grin off his face. I know violence is never the answer but in Nikki's case I would make an exception. The doors opened and we all got out.

"Wow that guy is rude." Jess points out.

I looked back at Nikki who went to the front desk asking the clerk for something. I guess this was the end of what ever we had going on.

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We arrived at the actual venue and it looked amazing. People weren't here yet because we were still setting up but I could tell there was going to be a lot of people coming in. This was definitely different than New York fashion week. It was smaller and less chaotic. New York was hustle and bustle and people were running around all over the place non stop. But here everyone was calm and relaxed.

"All right ladies head to the back and start getting your outfits and make up on." The director shouted.

We all went to the back and got our clothes, hair, and make up did.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen welcome to our February London Fashion week. London Fashion Week takes place twice a year in February and September, showcasing over 250 designers to a global audience of influential media and retailers. It is estimated that orders of over £100m are placed during LFW each season. We hope you all enjoy your self and after the show, we hope you will all attened the reception. Thank you.

The show began and the models started the individual cat walk. I was so excited to see the reaction on everyone's face as we walked. By the end of the show all the models came out together and we wore the same outfits. The show was a hit everything went as planned and I was very happy about it. After the show we attended the reception. I took a lot of pictures with the designers and staff. And all us models took a group picture together. _____ Back at the hotel 12:33 am

The girls all came over to my room and we celebrated the first day of fashion week.

"One day down 4 more days to go woo!" Rachel shouted jumping on my bed.

Jade and a couple of the other girls were drinking wine. But not too much to get themselves drunk.

"Come on ladies we need to toast." Hilary says while pouring wine in the glasses. "Rach, Iman I know you two dont drink but for tonight we got to celebrate." She hands us a glass.

We both look at each other and start giggling. I mean I already got drunk before but it wasn't my fault. I guess I could have a tiny sip.

"Alright Iman how about we link arms and do this together." Rachel laughed coming to me.

"Ok but not too much." I giggled.

We both linked arms and sipped a bit of the wine. All the girls started cheering. We ended the night by taking several pictures with each other, telling funny stories, and exchanging phone numbers with each other. It was a night I would never forget.

2:30 am

I heard banging on my door. At first I thought it was just a dream when I heard it the first few times but now I realized it was really someone banging. I got out of my bed, turned on my bedroom light, and walked to the living room. The banging continued, so I went to the door and looked through the peek hole and noticed a familiar face that I have seen before. The man looked like he was holding someone up. I was a bit scared so I didn't want to open the door.

"W....who are you? I'm going to call the police if you don't get away from my door." I whispered shouted.

"Iman it's Andy...Andy Mccoy. I have Nikki with me he's in pretty bad shape. Please open the door love." He shouted.

I opened the door and in tumbled Nikki and Andy both falling to the floor.

"I...Iman help please." Nikki whimpered.

"Oh my God Andy what happened?" I asked getting down to help Andy pick up Nikki.

"Hang on love let's get him into your room." We both picked Nikki up. God Nikki is very heavy I felt like my back was about to break. We carried Nikki into my room and as we were getting him to the bed he threw up on my carpet.

"Here lay him down on my bed." I directed Andy while moving my blanket.

Nikki is layed on my bed whimpering and moaning in pain.

"What happened Andy?" I asked with worry.

"Motley were playing the first of two concerts at London's Hammersmith Odeon. And me and the boys in my band Hanoi Rocks came to watch the performance, and so did Brian Connolly from the Sweet."

As Andy is talking, Nikki gets up and runs to the washroom and starts puking in the toilet. We both run after him, and I pull Nikkis hair back to keep it from getting in his face.

"After the show, Nikki and I grab a taxi in search of scoring some hero... um drugs." Andy stutterers and scratches his head.

He's obviously not being truthful.

"We ended up finding a dealer on the street that shoots Nikki up inside a house, because he was already feeling too wasted to inject."

"Wait what? What do you mean shooting up and injecting?" I snap and grab Andy by his collar shaking him.

"Nikki passed out and I tried to wake him up by putting ice in his pants." Andy panics.

"I...Iman my body hurts fuck." Nikki whimpers falling on the washroom ground.

I turn around letting Andy go and try to pick Nikki up. "Help me put him on my bed again Andy!" I yell.

We pick Nikki up and bring him back to my bed. Nikki smells like a dumpster, mixed with alcohol, sweat, and barf. His clothes had barf on it so I start ripping it off. That's when I notice he had huge bruises all over his chest and shoulders. My eyes went wide and I looked at Andy.

"What the hell happened to him Andy? Who did this?" I was furious at this point.

"The dealer tried to revive him by hitting him all over with a baseball bat." Andy mumbled.

I wanted Andy to stop talking cause at this point he was only fueling my anger.

"When that didn't work, the dealer carried him outside on his shoulder to throw him into a trash dumpster. But Nikki vomited on his shoes and woke up." Andy mumbled again.

I looked at Andy and saw red. I cant even remember my fist connecting with Andy's jaw. All I saw Andy do, was fall back into my dresser and hit his head on it. I winced at the feeling of my knuckles in pain after I punched him.

"Iman I'm sorry." He pleaded as I started punching him while he was on the ground with my other hand.

"Get out! Now!" I shouted in anger. He got up and ran out the door.

"Iman it hurts, oh God my body hurts." Nikki whimpered.

"Ok hang on Nikki." I say walking to him.

I started stripping off his clothes until he was fully naked. He whimpered and groaned in pain as I touched the bruises on his body. How could someone do that to him. I put my arm underneath the back of his neck and my other arm behind his back and pulled him up to me in sitting position.

"I...Iman ffffuck!" He groaned in pain.

"Nikki I need to get you in the shower ok. Please try and stand up." I pleaded.

"O..ok." He breathed out.

He wrapped his arm around my neck and I wrapped my arm around his back. I lifted him up and we walked slowly to the washroom. I put the toilet seat down, flushed it while I was at it, and sat him down on the toilet seat while I turned on the shower. I could have easily just let Nikki sleep on my bed but he really stunk and I had to make sure that he had no open cuts on his skin. And if he did, they would need to be cleaned.

"Ok Nik I need to get you in the shower ok." I wrapped my arms around him and lifted him up.

"Iman my fucking chest fuck." Nikki groaned.

"I'm sorry Nik." I calmly mumble.

I get him into the shower and I grab my sponge and start to scrub him down. I turn off the water and grab my towel and wrap it around him and get him out of the shower. We walk back into my bedroom and I sit him down on the bed. I grab some of my Aloe lotion and start to lotion his skin with it. Especially where he has the bruises to make sure they dont get worse. As I'm lotioning his skin I notice on his arm that his cephalic vein had been punctured with what looked like needle marks. There was dry scabbing but also a fresh needle mark. I rubbed that part with a lot of Aloe. I walked back to the washroom to grab listerine. I grab Nikkis mouth and pour the listerine into his mouth. His breath really smelt like barf.

"Hang on Nik let me get the garbage so you can spit into it." I say running to grab the garbage. When I get back he has already spit out the listerine on my carpet. I sigh and put the garbage down.

"Ok Nik let's get you into bed."

I help shuffle him properly on to my bed so he can lay down. I move off the bed and take off my t-shirt that's wet from showering Nikki. I walk to the washroom and grab more towels. I spread one down where he spit out the listerine then spread one where he barfed. I walk over and pick up his clothes, I start feeling around his pockets for his room key. I finally find them and turn to grab my robe. I put it on and leave my room to head to his room. When I get to his room I open the door and his room looks like a war zone. Clothes were every where, dirty dishes were on the side of the wall, and the stench was overwhelming. I dropped Nikki's dirty clothes and walked to his suitcase pulling out clean clothes. I grabbed his clean clothes then left his room making sure to lock the door behind me. I enter back into my room locking my door and walking into my bed room.

"Iman...please.... I need you." Nikki let out a muffled moan.

I climbed on to the bed and cuddled with him. "I'm here Nikki." I whispered and kissed his chest where he had the bruise.

He was shivering and sweating so I lifted the blanket so it would be covering him and I wrapped my arm tightly around him.

"Please dont leave me." He groaned in pain.

"I won't." I whispered and kissed his chest again.

He rolled us over so that I would be laying on my back and he would be on top of me. He rested his head on my chest and wrapped his arms tightly around my back. I then wrapped my arms securely around him like he was a child that I had to protect from the monsters out in the world.

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collective-laugh · 5 years

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Detective AU - Muriel x MC Chapter 6

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Summary: Muriel and the Detective grow closer, in spite of the awkward tension surrounding them.

Chapter 6: Brundle and Inanna

Muriel decides that a brandy, no matter how tempting, wasn’t really appropriate to be drinking at nine in the morning.

He wanted to. God, he really wanted a drink.

Inanna rolls over on the bed and yawns, glaring up at him for waking her. He tells her that he’s sorry, in spite of the fact that it was far past her due time to wake up. The brandy taunts him, and the headache that’s coming on is bound to be terrible, but he decides that he’s going to be a functioning member of society and drink coffee instead.

Coffee tastes like shit.

But, he figures it’s a decent substitute for the breakfast he should probably be eating right now, and it’s doing its job of waking him up.

He can’t stop thinking of her.

There’s a reason for it, he’s sure, and he supposes that’s where the need for a drink comes into play. He just...doesn’t want to think, and that’s harder than it ought to be.

“You wanna go for a walk?” He asks, and, in response, Inanna rolls away from him, barely balancing on the edge of the bed, “Okay, time to get up, you lazy bum.”

She yawns in defiance and nips at his wrist when he tries to clip her leash on, but in the end, he manages to get her to stand. She commits, begrudgingly, refusing to look him in the eye.

He decides that he should probably punt the walk when he hears the knock on the door.

Inanna trots back over the bed smugly, and he only rolls his eyes, knowing damn well that whenever he got rid of whoever this was, he’d take her out.

He probably shouldn’t be surprised to see her. He knows that Asra probably told her where he lives, and that he told her that if anything went wrong or if she needed anything, to go find him.

The initial shock wears off faster than anticipated, melting away into concern. Something had to’ve gone wrong, something had to warrant her visit and -

“Hi.” She smiles at him, but he’s known her long enough to know that she’s hiding something behind it, “Oh, um, Asra had your address written on a note in…” She pulls the note card from her handbag, “in a filing cabinet.” She smiles again, looking bashful.

He looks the card over, front and back, written in Asra’s messy scrawl, his name haphazardly scratched below the address.

He’s only a little angry at the moment that she didn’t have his address at hand, but he doesn’t want to make her think he’s angry at him, so he only hands the card back to her and asks, “Is everything alright?”

“I was going to call ahead.” She says, as if it was an explanation, “But I wasn’t sure if you’d be in, and...I suppose I should’ve checked, right?” She laughs awkwardly, wringing her hands together, and sighs, “I’ve an appointment with Consul Valerius this afternoon, and I was...hoping you’d come with me?”

“No.” He says before he has a chance to think about it.

A great big mansion with people looking at him, and some stuffy rich guy looking down at him? He wasn’t too keen on the idea, but it was bound to be inevitable if the guy called himself a ‘consul’.

“Oh! Okay, well...sorry for bothering you, and,” She bites the inside of her cheek, taking a step back.

“Wait.” He panics on the inside and sighs on the outside, “Do you want to come in for coffee?” He hopes she doesn’t notice how he tenses his jaw.

She does, but she smiles kindly anyway and nods, “Coffee sounds perfect.”

He pours her a cup, vaguely remembering how she takes it, and she smiles at him gratefully, looking around the small apartment he called his own. The bed was pushed against the far wall, next to the door to the bathroom. The far wall passed for a kitchen, and she assumed that his bed had to double as a sofa.

She was used to cramped spaces, but this one was Muriel’s. She didn’t want to disrespect.

He clears his throat and grabs his own mug from the end table and asks, “Why’re you going to Valerius’?”

“Nadia thinks he might know something.” She blows on the lukewarm coffee, “I called ahead, and I’m heading up around noon.” He opens his mouth to respond, probably something dumb about how she could’ve just called to invite him, but they already covered that. Inanna headbutts her, panting heavily, and she immediately gives her her undivided attention.

“Oh, hello!” She says in that annoying baby voice people use with animals, kneeling before her, “What’s your name?” She’s immediately petting her with her free hand, and Muriel swears that Inanna looks at him with the intensity of a thousand suns, taunting him.

“Inanna.” He answers after a moment too long, realizing that Inanna couldn’t really answer for herself. “Her name’s Inanna.”

She turns and smiles at him, and it makes his chest flutter, and he can’t really understand why, “It’s fitting.” Inanna licks at her cheek, the traitor dog holding Muriel’s eye the whole time.

He pauses a second, finishing the last of his coffee, trying to ignore the grounds at the bottom, and sighs, “I’ll come.”

She stands, confused, “You don’t have to.” Her first concern was his comfort. Of course it was. “I can handle myself, Muriel.” She smiles, taunting him, and it’s only a little bit endearing. It’s more annoying than anything, because he knows that she can handle herself.

“Doesn’t mean you should go alone.” He shrugs, and then repeats, “I’ll come.”

She smiles, and takes another sip of coffee before saying, “You know, it’s the strangest thing. Talking to you is just…” She shrugs, “familiar, I guess.” She wipes one of her hands on her skirt and continues before he can even sputter a response, “Did...did you want me to come back or…”

He shrugs, “There’s no point. You can stay.”

Muriel didn’t think inviting her to stay through.

He was so awkward, and he wished he could channel the doctor or Asra or someone with an ounce of charm, and wished he wasn’t always on the verge of saying something that was bound to give her a headache.

He didn’t want to hurt her anymore than he already did.

But the train ride downtown isn’t that bad, and she sits a little too close to him, asking about his dog, and other assorted politely intrusive questions. She seems happier today, like things are somehow easier, and he’s almost glad to see her smile like that.

“Do you like jokes?” She asks, taking his hand as she leads him from the train station to the street. Hand holding was necessary, he decides, so she wouldn’t lose him in the sea of people, but even when the crowd thins, she persists. He doesn’t do anything to change that, either.

He shrugs, liking the way her hand fit in his, “Asra likes to tell them.”

She smiles again, and starts, “Okay, so, a drunk and his dog stumble into a bar -.”

“Dr. Devorak and Brundle?”

She laughs aloud, catching herself and cutting it short, “You’re terrible! Dr. Devorak stumbles into a bar, his dog behind him, and Jules bets the bartender that Brundle can talk.”

“He would think so.”

She shushes him through her laughter, and he notices the way her smile reaches her eyes, how light she seems to be, “So the bartender agrees, and Jules asks Brundle what the top of a house is. Brundle responds with -.”

“Roof.” Muriel rolls his eyes.

“And then,” She turns, pausing for emphasis, “Jules asks what’s on the bottom of a horse’s foot, to which Brundle replies with ‘hoof’. Finally, the drunk asks him who the greatest baseball player is, and the dog says, ‘rrrrrrruth!’.” Muriel chuckles at her animated enthusiasm of the dog’s answer, and she continues, “The bartender kicks the both of them out, and the dog said to the drunk, ‘maybe I should’ve said DiMaggio’.”

Muriel coughs out a laugh, the joke so unfunny he couldn’t help himself, and he shakes his head, “That’s awful.”

She’s laughing just as much as he is, shaking her head and wiping at nonexistent tears, “I read it in the paper this morning.”

“Sounds like something Asra would send in.”

She barks out a laugh at that, covering her mouth with her free hand like he said something controversial, and looks at him like he’s the funniest thing, “Goodness,” She fans her face, still laughing, “I haven’t laughed like that in a while.” He tries not to think about how a terrible joke is the cause of that, and definitely not how that was the first time he remembered laughing in...forever. “I’m starved...you hungry, big guy?” She squeezes his finger, and he nods, like a man under a spell.

She pulls him into a small diner that she claims she’s never been to before, but must be trustworthy because, as she puts it, “there’s people brave enough to sit and eat.”

She buys him pancakes.

The stack of pancakes is placed before him, and he practically tears into them, seemingly unaware of just how hungry he had been. The sides of eggs and bacon are sure to follow, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she pushed part of her meal to his side of the table out of pity. She probably thought he couldn’t afford food, given his living conditions.

He knew she really couldn’t.

She purses her lips, running the tip of her finger over the rim of her cup, before asking, “What do you think about all this? Really, I mean?”

He’s chewing thoughtfully, holding a fork in one hand and a knife in the other before he shrugs, trying to swallow prematurely, “I dunno what happened to the Count. Not a tragedy that he’s gone.” He finally manages to swallow, feeling embarrassed that he spoke in the first place.

“You knew him?”

He shrugs again, cutting away at his stack of pancakes, “Worked for him awhile. Fighting rings.”

She sighs, looking at him like he’s the most pitiful thing on the planet, her hand inching across the table like she was considering taking his, before she folds her hands together, resting her chin on them, and deciding to grab her coffee all in the same millisecond.

It was nice knowing she was just as awkward as he was, at least.

“What’s the, uh,” He pauses, trying to save the conversation, “what’s the plan with Valerius?”

She widens her eyes and sighs, shifting in her seat, “Hell if I know. I’m just...hoping to pick up a lead, I guess?” She shrugs, poking at her food, “I don’t really know what I’m doing, if you haven’t been able to tell.”

Muriel has half a mind to smile, to tell her that no, she’s doing fine, but the words catch on his tongue when she takes a drink of coffee, and he just wants to be able to tell her that he doesn’t think she’s a failure.

Instead, she pushes her plate of eggs toward him.

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soyybeanboy · 5 years

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Fight or Flight

Title: Fight or Flight

Word Count: 1817

Summary: Virgil, Logan, Patton, and Roman are all relatively average college students that share an apartment. One late night, Virgil heats someone breaking in, and it’s on his shoulders to decide what to do - does he run, save himself and hope for the best, or fight to protect his friends?

Pairings: Platonic LAMP, a bit of a spotlight on platonic analogical

Warnings: Blood, fighting, break-in, crying, knives

AN: God, I’m so nervous about posting this. I was told it was good by someone whose opinion I really value, and that’s probably the only reason you’re reading this! Enjoy fam

Virgil sat wide awake in his room, his phone in one hand and a mug of tea in the other. It was just past 2:00am, and the house, for once, was quiet. Virgil loved this time of the morning, when it was dark and serene, and he could hear his three roomates’ breathing if he listened hard enough. Roman Prince, the bombastic thespian who Virgil’s room was right next to, snored delicately, often sighing longingly at nothing in particular. Virgil hoped it was because he was having good dreams. Patton, the far calmer and often kinder child development major tended to talk in his sleep. It was usually incoherent strings of words, but occasionally Virgil could catch a few. Hearing Patton sleepily mumble the word ‘pancakes’ always made him smile. Logan was the hardest to hear, as the studious astronomer was the farthest down the hall. However, he made up for it by having the loudest snore Virgil had ever encountered. The three sleeping men all made a sort of unconventional harmony together, with Roman’s frequent sighs punctuated by Logan’s heavy breath and Patton’s dreamy giggles. Virgil found it strangely calming. Everything was in place, everything had a rhythm that he could count. Perhaps this is why the vigilant college student noticed immediately when an unfamiliar sound interrupted his special symphony.

Clink, clink, clink.

It was the sound of metal on metal- faint and intermittent, but it was definitely there. Virgil’s stomach began to churn with anxiety. They didn’t really keep anything metal in the house, did they? All of the dishes were plastic, and it made no sense for one of them to randomly be clinking together their silverware at 2 in the morning. In fact, the only thing that really made sense would be the brass door lock-

‘Oh. Oh, no.’

Hastily, Virgil listened for all of his roomates’ breathing. Maybe one of them had gone out to pick up a late-night snack and wasn’t in their bed anymore. But… no, he could hear all three of them. Patton’s mumbling and Roman’s sighing and Logan’s snoring. Which could only mean that the person at the door wasn’t one of them.

Virgil was frozen with terror, his head flashing with every possible scenario. It could be a robber, a rapist, a drunk, a murderer! They could all be dead tomorrow morning and no one would know what happened! His whole body was shaking as he desperately reminded himself to breathe, and with unsteady hands he dialled 911 on his phone.

“Hello, this is 911, what’s your emergency?”

Virgil’s social anxiety tried to step in as he was placed on the spot to answer, but his fear of the unidentified clicking at the door quickly overwrote it.

“M-my name is Virgil Shea, I think there’s someone in my house, I don’t know what to do-” He spoke into the phone in as much of a hushed whimper as he possibly could.

“Okay, honey, please stay calm. Can you give me your address?” The voice was calm and even, grounding Virgil enough to let him speak more clearly.

“24 East Ash Street, my apartment number is 236 on the second floor.” He whispered. “Please, I-” He paused as the clinking sound stopped, and was replaced by a soft creak. Virgil felt ready to cry, recognizing the sound of their squeaky old door swinging open. “I heard the door open, they’re inside, please help me-” He breathed, slowly sliding off his bed and over the carpeted floor to hide in his closet.

“Please stay calm,” the dispatcher repeated. “I’ll stay with you on the line. Are there other people that live in the house with you?”

“Mm-hmm. My roomates”

“Okay. If you can, you need to make sure that they are awake and have some kind of weapon so that if it comes to an altercation, they can defend themselves. Can you do that?”

“I can text them,” Virgil mumbled, hyper-aware of every sound that he made. He sent a message to the group chat the four of them shared.

[someone broke in, stay silent, i called 911, find something to dfend yrself and hide in yr closet but dont make any noise]

He sent the text and a moment later heard some gentle shuffling in his friend’s bedrooms, followed by the nearly indiscernible sound of pattering footsteps on carpet. Good, they were all hiding. He updated the dispatcher and they told him that they were sending the police. So, all he could do now was wait and listen. Luckily, listening was what he was best at.

It seemed that at the moment the intruder was just shuffling around in the living room and kitchen. Virgil could hear the rolling of the drawers and the sharp slams as cabinets opened and closed. He flinched when he heard a giant object thud onto the floor of the living room, hoping a bit selfishly that it wasn’t the TV or the Playstation. He’d saved for months to get them. Shaking his head, he silently scolded himself for thinking about something like a video game console when he and his friends could literally all end up dead.

He redirected his attention to sounds of the intruder once again, trying his best to dismiss the frightened nausea that was tickling his throat. To Virgil’s dismay, his panic only grew as he heard the footsteps getting louder.

Dear fucking gods, they were coming down the hall.

Virgil nearly screamed when he heard a loud BANG at the opposite end of the hallway, but a familiar voice beat him to it.

“Logan!” His best friend’s name ripped its way out of his throat, and before he could even register what he was doing, he seized a discarded X-Acto blade from the top of his pile of art supplies and ran to Logan’s room.

When he arrived, he was distraught to see Logan cowering in the corner opposite his door, as if he’d made a run for it from the closet but hadn’t been able to make it out. Even more terrifying was the figure looming over him. The guy was tall, dressed in all black, and the only discernible features on his person was the bag slung over one shoulder and the silver kitchen knife in his other hand. The man spun on his heel, his brow creasing beneath his cheap plastic mask. His eyes, dark and malicious, surveyed Virgil’s form. He hesitated for a split second, fingers tensing around the knife as he glanced briefly back at Logan. Whatever sick decision he had been debating made, he swiped the knife at Virgil. He ducked out of the way fast enough to avoid getting stabbed, but a cut was opened on his shoulder. He cried out in pain as blood gushed down his arm.

“Logan! Get out, run!” He ordered, gripping his X-acto blade in his other hand.

“No, Virgil, I won’t-”

“Shut up, Lo! Just get out!”

Finally, Logan did as Virgil said, climbing to the window and sliding out onto the ledge underneath. Thank god they were only on the second floor.

Virgil shoved his blade into the intruder’s shoulder, sending him stumbling back a step with a yell. All too quickly, though, he recovered, yanking to blade from his skin and pinning Virgil against the wall. He opened his mouth to shout for Roman and Patton, but before he could, he felt the knife pressing up against his throat.

“P-please…” He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to disappear into the wall. Hot tears began rolling down his cheeks as he felt the knife pressing into his skin, opening the tiniest of cuts on his neck. One wrong move and he was dead.

“Shhh…” The intruder’s voice was deep and menacing, and it sent goosebumps crawling across Virgil’s skin. He had to get out of here before his throat was slit. But… if he got away, then Roman and Patton would be in danger. So, he had a choice to make. Fight, or flight.

He had no time to hesitate.

He brought his knee up into the man’s stomach, knocking the breath out of him. The knife dropped from Virgil’s neck and he didn’t waste a second jamming his elbow into the man’s nose, the sickening crack an indication that he’d been successful in breaking it. He seized the man’s wrist and twisted it as far back as he could. He almost let go after hearing the shout that the intruder released, but didn’t let go until the knife clattered onto the carpet. His injured arm screamed in protest as he brought it up to slam the man’s head into the wall, but it was worth it when Virgil saw him collapse into the floor, unconscious. His entire body was trembling from the adrenaline, and he was so caught up in his own head that he didn’t notice the sirens outside. When police stormed into the room he was still staring blankly at the man, heart beating a million miles a minute.

He heard a woman’s voice in his ear. He couldn’t make out what she was saying. It could have been hours or seconds before Virgil was snapped out of his haze by a pair of hands on his shoulders.

“Virge? Hey, can you look at me?” Virgil eyes flicked up to find the source of the sound. He was sitting on the floor now, he didn’t know how he’d gotten there. Patton’s face stared back at him. “P-pat…” He stammered, reaching out with shaking hands to pull him close. Patton gathered Virgil in his arms immediately.

“You were so brave, kiddo.” Patton whispered, running his fingers through Virgil’s hair. Another set of hands joined Patton’s, rubbing comforting circles on his back.

“You saved us,” The person attached to the hands spoke. It was Roman. “There are no words that are strong enough to thank you, my dark and stormy knight.”

Virgil finally managed to look up, surveying the room with tear-filled eyes. The intruder was nowhere in sight and police were everywhere. His arm was still bleeding, every tiny movement agonizing to make. Though his throat felt like it had been rubbed with sandpaper, he managed to croak,

“Where’s Logan?”

“I’m here,” Logan’s voice replied immediately, his shape settling in front of Virgil. “Y-you… Virgil, I would be dead if it weren’t for you.” He mumbled, his eyes filling with tears. “Thank you.”

Virgil chuckled, reaching out to wipe Logan’s tears away. “Don’t mention it, Lo. I’d throw myself into a volcano for any of you.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, but please…” He returned Virgi’s laugh, though his was slightly more uneasy. “Why don’t we just do our best to stay alive?”

Carefully, Virgil shifted out of Patton’s arms and buried his face in Logan’s shoulder, squeezing him as tightly as he could with his good arm.

“Okay.”

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imagining-sio · 5 years

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Escapism V

Biker!Bucky X reader

Chapter V: James

Something defintely changed over the next few weeks. I found it odd that Rumlow kept his distance, I hadn’t heard a peep, nor even seen his face. Surprisingly, I had no encounters with any officers even though I had been expliitly told by everyone that they were in his back pocket.

That and the fact Bucky was now the replacement for thor in the ordering of coffees. Every time he came in he gave a wierd excuse for Thor not being present, of course it was to please Edna, whom took it in good strides. Eventually, she just found it to be amusing to see what outlandish thing he could come up with.

It was the same case this morning, I walked back from handing a beverage to a small pair of men in suits. They looked like they were travelling, they mostly kept to themselves and didn’t really talk to anyone else but each other. They clearly weren’t from around here.

Enda looked up at the door when the bell jongled, signalling a new customer walking in. She glanced over at me with a satisfied look.

My neighbor nervously sauntered into the shop. His white shirt stained with grease, as was his usual attire. His tattoed sleeve on his left arm drew attention from some of the customers, mostly the ones who were ogling him. I couldn’t blame them, I still don’t know how his legs could have fit into the light wash jeans he wore.

“Hello James; is Thor off sprocketing again?” She said with raised brows, watching his nervous, shifty expression. He stuttered over his words, his arm rubbing the back of his neck; extending his shirt to reveal the left half of his hip, as well as what type of under wear brand he uses.

I took a deep breathe before walking by him, occaionsally setting dirty dinnerware upon the tray.

“Good morning Bucky,” I said slyly, making him jump.

“M-morning Y/n.”

“The usual James?” Enda asked, catching the man’s attention.

“Hm- Oh! yes, please.” He replied, almost doing a double take.

“Something on your mind?” I eavesdropped from the back room. Occasionally peeking over my shoulder, watching Barnes self destruct.

“oH, NO-NO; just jittery from not having coffee yet.”

“Isn’t it after you have coffee that you get the jitters.” Enda prompted to ask, smiling at his wide eyed expression. Enda laughed, which only to make Bucky ore on edge.

“I’m messing with you James, You know where to sit. We’ll get you order for you.”

“Thanks Edna. And please, don’t call me that.”

“Well apart from your, Mother who else is going to?” She said walked back into the backroom, giving me a smirk.

“What?” I furrowed my brows, drying my hands off.

“If you two aren’t together by the end of this week; I’m gonna have to talk to his mother about it.”

I swore I almost dropped the plate I had in hand. There was still a loud clatter, but thankfully nothing broke.

“Why me? What makes you think I wanna be with him.”

“Oh, please. You two argue like you’ve been married for years. Yesterday, you had a debate for five minutes on wether or not sprocketing was even a thing.”

“Because its not!” I said, my tone defensive.

“Well, I think you two are good for each other.”

“Where could you get that from.” I threw the towel over the drying rack, untying my red apron from my outfit. I grabbed the large bags that held all of the sandwiches while Enda put the drinks in their carriers. I held the door open with my waist, making sure she was able to walk out first without problem.

“Here you go James,” She handed him the drinks.

“Thanks, Ed.” He pecked her on the cheek, making the elderly woman blush.

“Ready to go?” he turned toward me, a small smile gracing his lips. I nodded my head, his smile grew contagious and spread to my lips as well. He strode ahead of me, making sure to open the door, even though his hands were full.

“I could’ve gotten that you know,” I told him.

“I know.” He smirked, his charm bouncing back full force. I could only roll my eyes fondly.

“So, anything new happening?” I asked as we walked down the street toward the crosswalk.

“Not much, we’re still havig trouble landing a place for the cookout next week. We usually have it at the park, but the farmer’s market threw a wrench in our plans.”

“Oh?”

“No one really wants a buch of gearheads at a farmers market with their exhaust pipes.” He shrugged, pretending it didn’t bug him. I knew better. Bucky, as well as the rest of the shop had been trying to get me to go, almost pestering me everyday.

“Is there an alternative?”

“Not at the moment no. Wanda doesnt wwanna use the bar, we kinda trashed it last year. We helped clean up, but she doesnt wanna risk having to buy another jukebox.”

“I see. Was it you or Sam who broke it?” I nudged mockingly. He chuckled, his shoulders jutting forward as he laughed.

“Nah, that was all Tony, when he’s drunk he likes to trick things out. He may be a genius but he can make some stupid desicions when wasted.”

A though popped into my head at that moment. I watched as the crosswalk turned green, signalling our right of way. Not that it mattered, there weren’t enough cars to make a difference.

“You could have it at my place.” I blurt out. As soon as the words left my lips, I winced, not wanting to see nor gage his reaction.

“Really?” he lit up.

“I mean, yeah. I have private access to the lake. My backyard should be big enough. Just as long as they park on your side of the street. I just finished gardening.” I shrugged, trying not to make it out to be a big deal.

“Are you serious? This isn’t a joke?”

“Why would I be joking Barnes?” I shook my head exasperated.

“You would do that?” we walked into the shop’s large garage entrance. Steve immeadiately went to grab the coffe, quickly skirting out of peripheral. Sam walked up on my flank, eyeing my neighbor as he slid the bags out of my hands.

“I-I mean yeah. It’s neighborly.” I said lamely, my shoulders hunching up to my neck. He blinked at me, his mouth slightly agape. I took a sheepish step back, swallowing the butterflies jumping around my stomach.

“Well, lemme know when you guys wanna have the cookout. I can-“ I started, but I felt a jolt forward. Bucky grabbed hold of my arms and envoloped me in a tight hug. His arms encased my width easily. I could only inhale the scent of his greasy shirt, sensing the mixture of motor oil and his oclonge he used. I slowly started to reurn the favor.

“You don’t know how much this means to me.” He pulled back, far enough that I was still in his grip.

“It’s no problem, really.” I deflected, trying to stop the bright red tint flaring upon my cheeks. For once I was actually excited to have friends over. I was excited to have friends.

Little did I know; thats where it all went haywire.

It took me a whole week to make sure my home was spotless. I had mostlikely cleaned the house three times out of sheer panic. The bathroom was cleaned almost everytime I used it. I stocked my fridge full of beverages both alcoholic and non.

I started the day as usual. I showered and got dressed in a casual crop top and destroyed jeans. I roamed around the house barefoot, since I had no need ot be going anywhere.

I tried my hand at baking around lunch, and was somewhat sucessful. I made three batches of biscuits, which was plently for the whole group. However when it came to sweets, I failed in that department.

As I wafted the smoke detector with my rag, I heard a knock on the door. No one was supposed to be here for at least two more hours. Then again, no one ever showed up on time.

“Just a second!” I shouted, finally getting the smoke detector to stop blaring, I strode toward the door.

“You guys are a little early dont you think-“ My words fell out of my mouth.

“Actually I think I’m right on time.” Yon Rogg turned around, a smug smile plastered on his face. He peeked over my shoulder; analyzing my home.

“Love what you’ve done with the place.”

“What are you doing here?” I tried to remain emotionless as possible, but my white knuckle grip on the door proved otherwise.

“I wanted to see how you were doing. Can’t I see my favorite person in the world?” He strode into my home, tainting it with every step he took. I pursed my lips, taking a deep breath. I looked out across the street, seeing my neighbor walking out the door. My adrenaline spiked as soon as I saw his bright blue eyes. He waved from across the street, calling my name. I shook my head, slamming the door; hoping he understood.

“You’re neighbor seemed pleasant.” Rogg spoke up from the kitchen, helping himself to the fresh biscuits.

“What do you want.” I stated, venom spilling out of my voice.

“I wanted to say Hello, Y/N,” he took a bite of the baked delicacy, eyeing me up and down.

“No you don’t.”

“Oh, you know me so well. I love how clean the place is. Looks like I may have rubbed off on you.” He stood before me. His stature towered over mine, the alarm bells in my head were running at full volume.

“I told you we were done.” I took a step back, only for him to follow with me.

“Oh, I could never be done with you, honey.” He set the biscuit down on the counter. His tone turned dark, I looked past him to fnd my purse, whee my pepper spray was kept.

“Did you really think you could hide from me? You give yourself too much credit.” He backed me up against the wall. His hand slammed flat next to my head, makign me jump.

“You could never get rid of me, sweetheart. You know how the game is.” I flinched as his hand came up to my face, caressing my cheek.

A knock came at my door, jutting the conversation to a halt. I ducked out from under Yon, walking toward the wooden gate to my threshold. Upon opening it, I was relieved to find my neighbor on the other side, with a stack of small boxes in hand.

“Hey, Y/n!” He smiled, though I could see the concern in his eyes; “I know I’m early but I thought I coud help set up for tonight.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, making sure that the man in my home would never see my neighbors face. Not if I had anything to say about it.

Bucky had other ideas.

“I tried going through you gate but it was locked.” He stepped inside, giving the man in the kitchen a hard glare.

“I didn’t know you had company.” He said plainly, though I could easily spot the suspicion in his tone.

“Yon was just passing through town. Thought he would say ‘hi’. Don’t worry, he’s not staying.” I spoke before the man could get a word in edgewise.

“Yes, I was just leaving actually. I have many clinets to get back to as you well know. Kree Inc, won’t take care of itself.”

“Kree Inc?” Bucky set the boxes down on the breakfast table near the window.

“You never heard of it?” Yon asked incredulously, adjusting the linen suit he wore

“No, can’t say I have. We don’t here much in a small town like this.” Bucky stood straight, sizing the man up; “How do you know Y/n.” He jutted his chin as Yon walked up to him, standing toe to toe with the man. Bucky still had an inch over him, as well as a few pounds of muscle.

“Y/n is- was, my fiance.” Yon straightened his tie dismissively. Bucky’s eyes widened at the statement, his fists balling up. He looked at me, the disbelief still evident. I could only cast my gaze on the floor, nodding my head.

“Well then, aren’t you two the happy couple.” Bucky smirked as he watched Yon’s expression harden. I fiddled with my watch upon my wrist.

“Bucky,” I chided him.

“Well, been nice meting you John,” Bucky stuck his left hand out. Yon raised a brow, but met the man’s hand with his own. The two shook hands, but something was different. They stared each other down like they were looking down the barrel of a gun. For Bucky’s case he might as well have been. Yon however, he grmaced near the end of the shake, finally relenting his hand.

“Quite a grip you got.” Yon rubbed his hand, walking past the man and toward the door.

“Y/n, my dear, always a pleasure.” Yon pecked the side of my cheek, it took everything in my power not to gag as I reached for the front door.

“Just go,” I muttered under my breath, the desperation in my voice made him smile. It was sickeneing.

“Nice to meet you, Billy.” Yon said over his shoulder as he passed through the threshold. I slammed the door before Bucky could retort. That didn’t stop him from trying.

“It’s Bucky!” He shouted. I ran up to him, covering his mouth with my hand. He gave me a quizzical look at my actions. Once I heard the start of his engines I remained silent. I waited with bated breath as the engine of his expensive sports car drove off and finally out of earshot.

“What did you ever see in him?” Bucky said with disdain, his hand encasing mine. I shoved him as hard as I could, causing his back to knock into the counter. He merely laughed at first, before he saw my enraged expression.

“What is the matter with you!” I shouted, wringing my hands through my hair. I began pacing.

“Wait; what did I do?”

“What didn’t you do James!” I threw my arms up exasperated; “You don’t know him like I do Bucky. He will pick you apart bit by bit. Trust me I know. He isn’t a CFO for nothing.”

“So, I could take him.” He crossed his arms childishly.

“This isn’t something you can punch your way out of, James.” I pointed at him. He eyed me from where I stood, a glint in his bright blue irises.

“Since when did you call me James,” He snorted. I rolled my eyes.

“Since you decided to barge in and almost start a fist fight with my ex.”

“So what, he probably deserved it.”

“You don’t get to make that choice.” I retorted.

“Oh, and you do?”

“YES!” I shouted, my hands resting at my hips. I watched as Bucky’s expression changed, his eyebrows furrowing. He gyrated his hips, making his upper body follow with him; pushing himself off the side of the island’s ledge. He uncrossed his arms as he approached, still not uttering a sound. I stood straight as his left hand reached out, liftng the hem of my crop top a little highter; thus exposnig the raised line of tissue on my side.

“He do this?” He traced the scar with a delicate, feather light touch. The back of his finger caressed the scar, as if it were still fresh and would reopen if he put too much pressure on it. I tried to cool the warmth pooling in my stomach, only staring at his face, which was locked on the eight inch long scar.

“Yeah, he did.” I whispered beneath my exhale. His nostrils flared, he bit his bottom lip hard as he raised his head. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving a few times. He backed up a few steps, his arm rubbing the back of his neck. His other fist balled up again, I could hear his knuckles crack from the pressure.

“Bucky-“ My stomach dropped.

“I’ll be back.”

“What?”

“I’m gonna kill him.” I heard him mutter under his breath. He marched toward the door. Now the alarm bells were sounding in my head.

“What! Bucky wait!” I scrambled to stop him. I tried to grab his arm, only for him to evade my grasp easily. He was getting closer to the door. I had no choice.

I jumped on his back, causing him to stagger backward from the weight.

“What are you doing!” He shouted, one of his hands latching on to the underside of my thigh. He was quickly loosing balance, and we toppled to the rug covered floor, in a heap.

“Do not go after him!” I wrestled with him as he tried to get back up. I latched on to his wrists, someway, somehow wrangling myself to get on top of him. I threw my weight into my arms, planting his wrists above his head on the floor. I straddled his waist, effectively planting his center of gravity to the ground.

“Bucky, listen to me! Do not, under any circustances; go after him!” I heaved, finding the ordeal heavily exhausting. He blinked at me with his ocean blue eyes, his expression blank and half lidded.

“I don’t care if you don’t like him. And for once in your life, just listen to me.” I lessened my grip tentitavely, gaging his reaction to see if he would try anything.

“Okay.” He spoke softly, his word breathing life back into my lungs. My shoudlers sagged in relief, hanging my head as a sigh escaped my lips. I finally released my hold on him, but I was far too lazy to actually get up.

I felt his hands against my hips. the sensation made my head snap back up to him. He was giving me a mischevious smirk. It was only then I realized the predicament I had gotten myself in.

“You know,” he said, a smile growing on his face; “If you wanted me under you, you could’ve just asked.”

“You’re disgusting,” I couldn’t help but laugh, trying to quell the warm feeling in my stomach. His laughter didn’t make it any better. I stood to my feet, not bothering to help him up. I rumaged through the boxes on th eisland counter, finding a load of multicolored market lights.

“What do I need these for? It’s not christmas.” I looked back at him, finding that he was watching me from the floor. He rolled his eyes, finally opting to get to his feet.

“No, they’re for decoration; honey.” He placed the lights back in the box. Stacking them one atop another, he nodded his head int he direction of my backyard.

“C’mon I’ll need your help.”

“Oh by all means then,” I replied condescendingly; “Lead the way fearless one.”

He laughed in respone, making me smile.

After an hour, we had the all three boxes strung up all over the place. Some were stung along the edges of the dock, lighting it up like an airport runway. Others were around trees, and connecting between them. By the time we were turning them on, the sun was beginning to set beneath the mountain, casting the shadow needed to make the lights glisten. We exchanged glances, both satisyfied with our handiwork.

Which was perfect timing, because that when weveryone was starting to show up. Thor brought his pickup, housing most of the food and chairs. Sam also brought his beat up vehicle, its model and make foreign to me.

“Let’s get this party started!” he walked through the gate to my backyard, holding a pair of tongs and a bag of charcoal.

“We gotta get the grill frist, dumbass.” Bucky rolled his eyes, elbowing the man. Wilson gave a defeated Aw in reponse before following the brunette.

“Wow, I love what you’ve done with the place.” Wanda walked into view. I noticed she had a towel in hand. and her top was a halter bikini top.

“You’ve been here before?” I asked.

“My brother used to live here. He was close with everyone; we usually had the cookouts here anyways.” She smiled fodnly, as if recalling the memories in her head.

A loud shout from Clint drew our attention, watching as he sprinted toward the dock. His flip flop caught on on e of the boards, causing him to stumble straight into the water. The brunette and I laughed.

“Somethings don’t change though.” she laughed. Thor was setting up the snacks on the picnic table as if he’d done it a million times. Steve was carrying all the cups and plates, holding the gate open for Bucky and Sam, whom were arguing with each other as they brought the grill in. I watched as they set the large round grill down, Bucky, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm. His gaze met mine, and he returned the smile I had on my lips.

“Alright lets get this thing started!”Sam perked, pouring the charcoal on the grill.

Everything hit me then and there. This rag tag group of people who welcomed me into there group with open arms. They were more than friends. They were a family. The fact they welcomed me into their group could only mean I was soon to be in their family as well. It felt safe, secure, stable. Like nothing I had experienced in a while. The cookout went with out a hitch. Music was palying, people were happy. I was content. Even with what had transpired earlier that day; I would usually start my way into packing up and heading to the next nowhere small town as fast as I could. For some reason, I didn’t want to leave this place. I wanted to build a life here. It was a profound feeling, but I knew I didn’t want to leave. I liked that feeling. I had become less tense over my stay here, I couldn’t let Yon try to ruin by simply knowing where I was. He was right, I could never hide from him. But I could be happy. Happy was something I hadn’t felt in a long long time.

As everyone was starting to pack up and head out for the night, others were cleaning up, or hitching rides from the people who brought vehicles. It was hilarious to see a drunken Sam try and pawn a ride off of Thor, who was indifferent to the whole situation.

Bucky however, hadn’t spoken to me the whole night. Yes, he had kept his distance, but I wasn’t so oblvious to feel his eyes on me as held conversation with the others.

Bucky and Thor were draggin the grill back over to his place. Steve was escorting evryone back to their designated drivers. I was getting rid of the trash when Natasha walked over to help me.

“You two need to get a room.” SHe said abruptly, makng me trip over my feet.

“What?” I shot up.

“You and Bucky. You two need to get a room. I am not about to lose forty bucks to Sam for another week.”

“Is there a bet I don’t know about.”

“Yeah a whole pool. We all took bets on how long it would take you two to get together. So far Sam is winning.”

“How come?”

“Because he doesn’t think t’s gonna happen.”

“What if it doesn’t?” we tossed the used tablecoth in the trash.

“Then Sam gets to play whatever he wants on the radio for a month, and he gets the cash money.”

“There’s cash!” my eybrows shot up.

“Oh, yeah. Its split half and half in the shop. Everyone is in on it.”

“You guys are weird.” I said, dusting my hands off on my pant legs. The gate creaed open, Steve and the afformentioned neighbor were back.

“You ready Nat? Clint’s been calling you.”

“NAT!” as if on cue, we could hear the man from the street. Natasha shook her head, small smile gracing her lips as she walked out of the backyard.

“Night Y/n,” Steve gave me a burly hug and walked out behind her; leaving me alone with my extremly good looking neighbor.

“Need any help?” Barnes asked, nervouse wringing his hands.

“Nah, just gotta clean up the bottles in the kitchen. You’re welcome to join though,” I said, opening the glass door leading to my home. By the time I turned around, he was already at my side, his eyes lit up like stars.

“I would love to.” He smiled brightly, his cheeks bringht pink, probably from all the alcohol we were drinking. I rolled my eyes, a smile forming on my face as I walked into my home.

“Make yourself at home.” I waved to the couch, which was directly opposite of the island where the bottles had been placed. I grabbed a large trash bag and began placing the glass bottles in. As the black plastic bag grew heavier and more cumbresome, I stuggled to keep it open as I gathered more bottles.

“Here,” Bucky said softly appearing behind me. His hand grazed over mine, reaching for the bottles. I looked up at him, finding a warm smile on his lips. I hled the bag open as he placed the remaining bottles in, finally tying the bag in tight knot.

“Thanks.” I spoke softly, matching his tone. A bright flush of pink flaring on my cheeks, one that wasn’t from the alcohol. I set the bag down next to the trash can, a reminder for tomorrow.

“I’ll take it,” Bucky reached out, his tattooed arm reached past my face. I raised the bag, standing sideways to legnthen my outstretched arm.

“No,” I told him.

“No?”

“You heard me,” I gave him a satisfied smirk. I set the bag down with a thud next to my aluminum trash can. I turned around to find him lungin at me. I barely had time to dodge out of the way as he tossed me over his shoulder.

“Bucky! Put me down!” I was laughing, much to my own chagrin insdie. He twirled around, making the two of us spin.

“James!” I shireked, casuing him to stop. He was laughing at my predicament, walking toward my living room.

“James, put me down this instant.” I said between my feats of laughter.

“If you insist.” He dropped me onto the couch as if I weighed nothign. I flopped onto the cushions, bouncing as I finally came to a stop. I was laughing so hard it hurt. Bucky flopped on top of me, becoming dead weight. I struggled to breathe. I barely could get my legs out from under him, finally pyring them out on either dise of his waist.

“Get off you oaf!” I laughed, trying to push him up and away from my body. Both of us were laughing, mostly from the alcohol. His hands grazed the curve of my waist, his fingers ice cold; I jumped at the sensation. His head snapped up, a wry grin on his face.

“You’re ticklish.” He said plainly. I shook my head violently. His grin only widened, his hands plastering themselves on my back. The ice cold palms made me arch my back, shireking at the subzero temperature.

“James!” I desperately tried to pry him off of me, giggles spewing out from between my lips.

“Say it again.” His voice dropped, his hands splaying out onmy bare skin under my shirt. I could feel his thumb rub back and forth as he did. All of the laughter I had caught in my throat. I looked up at him, his blue eyes gazing directly back at me.

“What?” my eyes flitted between his eyes and his lips.

“Say my name again.” he repeated, his tone even.

“James.” I obliged, my hands grazing over his taught biceps. He dropped his head toward mine, his nose tracing a line up the side of my neck.

“Again.” His tone dropped agian, making the pool in my stomach flare up. I dropped my head back onto the couch.

“James.” My voice became more breathy. I felt his lips upon my neck, leaving a wet trail.

“Again.” he said, barely above a whisper. My fingers threaded through his hair. I felt his lips encase my earlobe, only fueling the fire in my insides. I could feel one of his hands cradling the back of my head, his deft fingers carding through my locks as well. I could barely muster a thought let alone say anything, opting to close my eyes and revell in the moment.

I only opened them again, albeit half lidded; when he ceased. I looked up to find him flitting between my eyes and my lips, slowly, excruitatingly, inching toward me.

“James if you don’t-“

I didn’t have time to finish my sentence. His lips beat me to the punch.

#bucky imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Biker!bucky #Biker!au #marvel imagines #imagines sio #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes x reader #escapism V #blep

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purplepatton · 5 years

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chaos god and peace god reborn as twins, a is afraid of dogs so b has to save them when they go out, “promise not to laugh?”

so i didn’t know if u wanted these separate or not, so i kinda just mashed them up together?? lol ,,, this might be out of character and i got kinda carried away but this was so fun to write thank u so much for the prompt, i hope u like it XD

brotherly logince, 1.5k words, and uh really no warnings?? i mean roman is afraid of dogs but that’s really it (let me know if you need any warnings tagged) ,,, under a read more because it got a little long lol

It was close to one in the morning when Logan’s phone rang.

He jerked upright in bed, nearly falling to the floor as he flailed around in a panic. The room around him was shrouded in darkness, the only source of light being Logan’s phone screen. Logan groped around for his glasses, unsuccessful for a few minutes before his fingers closed over them and he shoved them unceremoniously onto his nose.

Logan grumbled under his breath as he reached over and grabbed his phone, squinting at the brightness of the screen. His frown deepened as he took in the grinning picture of his twin that was currently being displayed on his screen. This had better be an emergency, or Logan was going to kill him.

“What is it.” Logan asked curtly, cradling the phone on his shoulder and reaching over to flip on the small light by his bed.

“Hello to you too.” Roman’s said, voice drifting through the phone and hanging around Logan’s room. His voice sounded stuffy, but Logan didn’t think too much of it. His phone was an older one, and the quality was never very good.

“It’s one in the morning. What on Earth made you decide to call me?”

There’s silence on the other end of the line, a loud sound from far off and muttered curses. “No reason.” Roman finally said. “Can’t I just say hello to my favorite brother?”

“First of all, I am your only brother.” Logan said, pushing his covers off and sitting up. “Therefore there is no one else to claim that title. Second of all, and I will say it again, it is currently one in the morning. Unless you have a good reason to be calling me, I will take all of your Crofters.”

Roman let out an offended gasp. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Logan quirked an eyebrow at the wall. “Try me.”

Roman let out a sigh and it crackled over the line. “You have to promise not to laugh.”

“I can’t promise anything.”

“I’m being serious!” Roman instisted, and there’s something in his voice that gives Logan pause. He can’t exactly place it - worry or maybe even fear - but it’s not something Logan’s accustomed to hearing, especially coming from Roman.

“Alright.” Logan said with a sigh, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m listening.”

There’s mumbling at the end of the line. Logan wrinkled his nose. “I’m sorry, what?”

Another heavy sigh, and then - “I’m stuck in a tree.”

That’s so far out of left field that for a moment Logan just sits there, blinking at the wall. Roman’s - stuck in a tree? Logan could understand if Roman was at a party and needed a ride home, or maybe had lost his keys and was loitering outside waiting for Logan to let him in, but a tree?

“What do you mean you’re stuck in a tree?” Logan asked. “Can’t you just - climb down?”

“No, I can’t just climb down.” Roman snapped, like Logan was an idiot. “I’m sort of in the middle of a - situation, and I need you to come down to the park and help me.”

That has Logan on his feet in an instant. “Oh, god, Roman. What did you do? Please tell me you didn’t steal anything -”

Roman cuts Logan off almost instantly. “I can not believe my own brother thinks I’m some sort of a criminal. I’ll have you know that I am the picture of good behavior!”

“Several sources would say otherwise.” Logan said wryly.

“Well, I didn’t kill anyone, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Roman said sulkingly.

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel the headache brewing already. As soon as he made sure Roman was okay he was going to kill him. “Fine. I’m coming. Is there anything you need to tell me before I get there?”

“Not really.” Roman said. Logan’s throwing on a pair of old shoes and attempting to pull a jacket on with one hand when Roman adds, “There is a rather large dog here, but I wouldn’t be too worried about that.”

“What?” Logan cried, but Roman had already hung up.

That’s it. Logan had made up his mind. He was definitely going to kill Roman as soon as he saw him.

Logan shoved his phone in his back pocket and headed out of the apartment he shared with Roman and into the street. It was quiet - no one else was roaming the streets, apart from the few people stumbling home drunk from the bars. Light pooled underneath the streetlamps, and Logan found himself drifting towards them, wanting to stay away from the dark. Wind blew through Logan’s hair, dancing around his ankles and blowing his jacket away from his frame. Logan gripped the edges of his coat tighter around himself and kept going.

The park Roman spoke of was only a few blocks away from their apartment, so it was only a few minutes before Logan entered the park. He dragged his gaze around the area, doing his best to find his twin. It shouldn’t have been too hard; after all, Roman often dressed in obnoxiously bright colors that could be seen from space. But luck wasn’t on Logan’s side that night, because there was no sign of his brother.

Frowning, Logan fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed Roman’s number. It rang for a few minutes, and then Roman picked up.

“Hello?” “Roman, I’m in the park. Where are you?”

“In a tree.” Roman said, sounding like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“I will turn around and leave right now.”

“No, don’t do that!” There’s a loud commotion on the other end of the line that sound suspiciously like barking. “I’m by the duck pond.”

“How did you end up in the tree in the first place?” Logan asked, walking down the path towards the duck pond that was on the other side of the park.

“Well,” Roman said. “I was taking a shortcut through the park to get home and I guess someone lost their dog. It’s a vicious thing, and as soon as it saw me it began to chase after me like it wanted to rip my throat out! I was so panicked that I climbed the first tree that I saw!”

“And what about me makes you believe I am qualified to handle a rogue dog?” Logan asked, sidestepping a particularly large puddle.

“You handle things like this all the time!” Roman insisted.

“I’m a high school teacher. High schoolers are hardly vicious dogs.”

“That’s a lie and you know it.” Roman said, and Logan could hear the pout in his voice. “High schoolers are the most vicious creatures ever known to man.”

Up ahead, Logan could see the duck pond come into his view. Beside it was a tree, and in the tree was a figure who was clutching the upper branches like their life depended on it. “I see you.” Logan said into the phone.

“My hero!”

Logan hung up and began to approach the tree, moving slowly. The sound of barking was becoming clearer the closer Logan got to the tree. And while Roman was known to exaggerate things, Logan didn’t want to take his chances with this supposed ‘vicious’ dog. So he carefully crept up to the tree, phone in hand ready to call animal control at a moments notice.

And then he actually saw the dog that cause Roman to retreat into the tree.

It was a small french bulldog, tail wagging and paws stretching up the tree as it attempted to get closer to Roman. It was barking loudly, echoing around the surrounding area, high pitched and energetic. It was barely a full grown dog.

Logan looked up and saw Roman clinging to the tree like it was his lifeline, face pale and drawn.

“I know you’re afraid of dogs,” Logan said, “but this is just ridiculous.”

“Look at it!” Roman said, gesturing at the dog. “It’s out to get me, I tell you!”

Logan crouched down and stuck his hand out in the dog’s direction, still maintaining some distance in case it turned out Roman was right and the dog attempted to rip his hand off. The bulldog bounded over and all but threw itself at Logan, happily barking and licking Logan’s hand.

“Careful!” Roman cried, inching up higher in the tree. “That thing’s a mindless animal! It’ll kill you as soon as you drop your guard!”

“Get out of the tree before you hurt yourself.” Logan said, before turning his attention to the bulldog. He scooped the animal up in his arms, much to the dog’s delight. “You appear to be lost. We should find your owner as soon as possible.”

The bulldog took the opportunity to lick Logan’s cheek.

Roman cried out something, most likely a warning about how the bulldog was going to try and eat Logan’s face next, but Logan had already tuned him out. “I’ll see you back at the apartment.” He called over his shoulder, beginning to walk away.

He had a dog to help.

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I procrastinated and this mess happened

It’s horrificly bad but it’s inspired by this doodle I did when I was, you guessed it, procrastinating :))

So enjoy this pile of Millie’s cat sick :)

“I’m glad I found Chocolate Milk now because if I found it before I wouldn’t be able to drink it.” Anne stated, her face the perfect picture of nonchalance. “Why? Are you lactose intolerant?” You replied back, blissfully unaware of the past Anne hid. “I was beheaded? Duh” she laughed.

You had known Anne for over a year now, but not once has she mentioned being beheaded in a past life. You had seen Anne in Six obviously but you’d just assumed that was a character she had taken on. Like that time you played the Virgin Mary at age 4, probably not the best decision eh Mrs Keeping but there we go.

Anne suddenly looked as white as a ghost. She had forgotten that you didn’t know. For what it was worth Anne was a great actor. Onstage she was competition to a gremlin, but to a select few she was Anne. Just Anne. Anne with no tragic backstory. Just a girl who liked milkshakes. “I’m so sorry Anne. I didn’t know” you said lovingly, placing a hand onto Anne’s. It was a small gesture but it made you feel better that you could bring a bit of colour back to her rosy cheeks again. “Shall we go to yours? I want to show you something that will open your eyes forever.” Anne nodded to this, happy that you hadn’t dragged out the topic anymore.

You had hoped Anne wouldn’t already know what you were about to show her. It might be common knowledge to most but she had a tickling feeling that Anne wasn’t part of that percentage. You took her hand and ran down the street, passing the Queens house, which made Anne raise an eyebrow. Jane liked everyone home by 9, and it was already half 7, so she couldn’t go on a wild adventure to oxford on a random bus. “Look Y/N-“

“Tah dah.” You stopped and raised your hands at the sign above you.

“Tesco? You brought me to Tesco?”

You smiled at the green minx, “ah my child this isn’t any normal trip to Tesco. This is a life changing trip”

You managed to pry Anne away from the chocolate bars- you had a feeling that the sugar from the milkshakes was already getting to her head- and led her down the dairy isle. While Anne was distracted with a carton of purple milk you grabbed the carton you were searching for. “What do you think goes into purple milk? Cow blood mixed with a taste of WKD? ANNE MILLICENT BOLEYN DONT YOU DARE THINK ABOUT TOUCHING MY ALCOHOL CABINET. Well now I don’t have to” She laughed.

“Anne what I have in my hands will change your entire life.”

You presented her with a carton of chocolate milk and you smiled to yourself as you watched her eyes widen and start to twinkle.

“You. Can. Buy. Chocolate. Milk?”

When you finally went back to the Queens place, you couldn’t help but worry. You had literally bought Tesco out of Chocolate milk. You knew Jane was a strict mum so perhaps introducing Anne, loud, insane Anne, to a new sugary invention wasn’t the best idea. Especially when you are carrying 27 cartons. 26, Anne just drank one. “Shall we take these up to my room?” Anne was obviously thinking about not having to share, rather than what Jane would think. “You do realise you need to keep milk in the fridge right?”

“But I thought- cause its chocolate-“

She looked downtrodden. “Do you want to sleep round? It’s getting late anyway and I just changed my sheets after months so it’s not a biohazard anymore!” You giggled to yourself, Anne truly was special. “I’d love to. Will the others mind?”

“No they love you!” And with that Anne unlocked the door.

“I’m telling you they’re dating!”

“No, id have read about it by now.”

“Huh?”

“Am I the only one who reads her dia- hello. Welcome to the very normal and casual conversation we are definitely having.” Cleves exclaimed from where she was sat, having realised that both girls were standing in the hallway.

“I’ve missed you guys! How have you been?”

“Great, I’ve finished my book on why men are absolutely pointless and serve no use on this planet!”

“And I made cookies for the first time! Who would have known that chocolate cookies aren’t just overcooked cookies?”

Anna noticed the bags we were carrying. “Do you two care to explain why we now own a farms worth of chocolate milk?”

“To cure my lacking toes intolerance”

“To help feed children in Africa!”

You both panicked. Anne, because she didn’t want to share, and you, because you didn’t want to get Anne into trouble for spending an absurd amount on flavoured milk. “Put them Into the garage fridge before Jane sees them! Lord knows what she’ll do with 40 cartons of confiscated milk.”

You glanced at Anne and giggled, you had noticed that her eyes were just a bit more bluer today, a trait you learnt meant that she was happy, and a darker blue meant she was going through a rough patch. “Before Jane sees what?” A blonde figure asked.

Before either of you could panic out another excuse, Cleves piped up again. “ I was just asking the girls to take my deliveries upstairs into my fridge” Anne winked at you both “because my back hurts awfully”

Jane smiled sympathetically at Cleves, unaware of the truth she was hiding. “Alright hurry up you two, and it’s lovely to see you Y/N!”

“You too Mrs Seymour!”

“Call me Jane.” You smiled. Although you called her Jane to Anne, it was only because that’s what Anne used, Jane had never formally told you to call her Jane, so you didn’t think it was proper. It felt nice to know that someone liked you, even a tiny bit.

“I’m telling you it’s not going to fit.” You declared as Anne tried to stuff 25 cartons of milk into the tiny mini fridge Anna had in her room. Yes Anne had drank another carton and was nearly bouncing off the walls. To your surprise 23 of the cartons fit inside of the fridge. “Looks like we’ll have to drink these then” Anne smiled mischievously.

The pair of you had been sat in Anne’s bed for about half an hour, just enjoying each other’s company whilst sipping the chocolate milk when you couldn’t stop yourself. “Why didn’t you tell me you got beheaded?” You had to admit, Anne’s slip up earlier stung. Didn’t she trust you with that information? But she trusted a room full of strangers?

Anne couldn’t look you in the eye, she was quite engaged by the edible glitter she had poured into her milk. You didn’t think she heard you so you started to ask her again.

“Why didn-“

“I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry. It’s just, I’m so happy when I’m around you, and I don’t want to waste a second of it talking about my last life- it was hell, yes, but I’m over it. I’d rather talk about scrunchies than kerplunkies” and with that she motioned a quick beheading with her fingers and tongue.

To be fair, you hadn’t expected that reply. You hadn’t expected a decent reply end of. You’d put it down to the fact that Anne was coming down from a 22 hour long sugar rush and was too tired to think about what she was saying. “I- I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry that you feel that you need to keep things from me just to have a good time. I mean we could do 95% fun and 5% family trauma because god knows I’ve got tons. But I like hanging out with you to Boleyn.”

Neither of you knew what to say next. Not much had been said but it was enough to build a bridge that wasn’t previously there. Out of nowhere Anne gets a text from Kitty. It contained an emoji and a word. Typical kitty. “💋 her”

Anne was shocked, 1. Where was Katherine and how did she spot the silence and sexual tension, and 2. How the fuck did she know that she was gay. Sure the queens were open and accepting of being gay, but it wasn’t something that Anne spoke about. But despite all of the racing questions, Anne plucked up the balls she stole from Henry and leant in and cupped Y/N’s face. You were shocked at this movement. How did a discussion about beheadings lead to this? But you weren’t complaining. You had realised you loved Anne the day she fell off of her bike. She had never rode a bike before so you had been teaching her, at first she seemed promising, but she fell over and scraped her knee, causing a war amount of blood to pour. To your amazement, she started crying and asking for Millie. You panicked, who was Millie?? You thought it could be a pet name for one of the queens but you couldn’t be sure which. So you ran inside to fetch Kitty. “Who’s Millie??”

Without even speaking Kat ran upstairs and returned holding a ragged old dog teddy. Just the thought of Anne being so vulnerable, clutching the years old toy made your heart wrench- more than when your favourite TV show got cancelled and definitely more than when Ben and Jerry’s decided to stop selling Cookie Dough at the cinema.

You leant in to annes hands, and placed your lips upon hers in a frenzy of sparks and fireworks. You had dreamt of this moment, but you could never have imagined it would come true. Just the thought made you smile, making Anne laugh whilst kissing you. You suddenly pull away, realising that you hadn’t been honestly with Anne either. “ I was murdered. By my father.”

“Where the actual fuck did that come from”

From outside the door the pair heard giggles and a muffled shout of “language Anne!”

Of course the other queens would be spying on the pair of you. You weren’t blind,or deaf. You’d heard the comments kitty and Cleves make when they think you can’t hear, and you’ve seen the silent arguments between kitty and Jane.

It did feel nice to have people who cared. Even if they were looking out for Anne. They felt like family. It felt like home.

“ANNE MILLICENT BOLEYN I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU TOUCH MY BIBLE EVER AGAIN-“ Catherine of Aragon burst into the room, past the other queens listening intently outside the door and you suddenly realised that you were still locked in an embrace with Anne. You quickly pulled away before whispering

“That impression was spot on.”

#anne boleyn #six the musical #i wrote this on little to no sleep #i am the worst writer ever but theres a lack of anne boleyn fics do #im tired still nlg #ngl #millie o'connell

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