#I went to hug him and he went limp bc he does that sometimes and so I fake choked him and he was like you fucking killed me. I’m dead.

[mckezny]

solangelo they both die at the end au

i had no idea how to write this so i’m going to post it here because i don’t think i’ll be able to finish it (it’s like not finished at all by the way) ((will also has a kid in this bc i love dad will))

Nico di Angelo got the call at 12:48 AM on June 12th. He didn't actually know he got it until 15 minutes later when his sister shook him awake with tears streaming down her face. Apparently he slept through the call and so they called back, again and again until he answered. He wasn’t surprised when he hung up on the overly joyful lady on the phone, he was more tired than anything.

He held Hazel close and comforted her through whatever grief she was feeling, he couldn't imagine what she’d be like when he was dead. About ten minutes of her crying later, she went limp against Nico’s chest, he sighed before laying her on the bed and going towards his desk with the intention of writing her a very long letter

—-

William Solace got the call at 2:24 AM on July 12th. He was immediately aware of the ringtone that was blasting from his phone and ran towards his desk, he was in the middle of a work shift after all. He answered “Hello, I’m calling from Death-Cast. I regret to inform you that sometime in the next twenty-four hours you’ll be meeting an untimely death.” Will held his hand to his mouth as he choked back a sob, he didn’t want to die. Especially not now. “On behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we are so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest, okay?” Will knew they weren’t sorry to lose him, they didn’t know anything about him, they didn't know he had a 5 year old he had to take care of because her mom had left him once she was born, they didn’t know he was a full time neurosurgeon who had patients he had to treat, they didnt know anything about him so how would they miss him.

“I will, thanks.” He said, his breath shaking. He removed the phone from his ear and hit the red button at the bottom. Then he called a different number. The phone ran a few times before the person on the other end finally picked up.

“Will? It’s 2 in the morning, what is it?” Kayla’s voice boomed in his ear.

“Hey, hey Kay um, can you watch Cora for today? I have some stuff I need to take care of and the daycare is closed.” He told his sister, his voice quivering slightly. She agreed and told him to drop her off whenever before hanging up the phone.

“William, when I said whenever I did not mean 3 in the morning.” Kayla scolded him when she answered the door. Will bounced slightly on the balls of his feet, careful not to wake up the sleeping child in his hands.

“you should’ve been more specific” Will shrugged before walking into the house and placing Cora on the couch. Kayla groaned before closing the door and following him.

“So what’s this important business that’s making you drop off your daughter at 3 am?” Kayla asked, sitting on the couch and looking up at him.

“I got the call.” Will told her, moving his eyes to look at the floor instead of Kayla. They were silent for a minute, before he heard Kayla get off the couch. He tried to look up but realized he didn’t have too when he saw Kayla wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Does anyone else know?” She whispered into his shirt, he returned the hug before sighing.

“No, I called you right after I got it.” He told her, looking down at the top of her head. She let go of him and backed up, her eyes were glossed over with tears.

#614 words #not edited #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #hazel levesque #kayla knowles #percy jackon and the olympians #fanfic #they both die at the end #tbdate au #original work #original character

[meteortrails]

obsessed with the fact that my sister watched me slowly lowering my boot onto my littlest brothers face while saying goodbye and went “I think this is the most earth and air sign display of affection I’ve ever seen”

#I went to hug him and he went limp bc he does that sometimes and so I fake choked him and he was like you fucking killed me. I’m dead. #and laid down on the ground and I was like nudging him with my boot and he was like nooooo not the boot and I was like >:))) #aiden and I show affection through lots of hugs that turn into physical attacks after like 6 seconds

[t0shii]

% comforting them when they're upset

.! oikawa, tsukishima, matsukawa (sep) x gn!r

.! angst + fluff/ breakdowns, crying, etc. lightly proofread bc im lazy so sorry for any mistakes.

.! im so sorry if this is absolute word vomit or horse shit 😭 i tried my best though 😌 uhhh sorry for not posting yesterday i got my daith pierced and i was in a lot of pain after that so i didnt feel like writing anywho enjoy this 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 p.s. i was originally gonna write for mad dog but i was struggling so i went with mattsun instead sorry. also idk why matsuns ended up being so short i didnt do him justice i apologize 😩

oikawa

— always gets discouraged when his knee bothers him. today was one of those days. his coach had made him sit out of practice because he had been limping a bit. he came home distraught and you noticed right away.

"what's the matter toru?" you asked opening your arms for a hug, which he accepted, wrapping his arms around your middle quite tightly. "my knee is bothering me again 'n coach made me sit out. it's just not fair." he mumbled into your shoulder. you could feel his tears soak through your shirt. you nodded and responded, "baby, he just doesn't want you to hurt yourself. i know it's not fair but-", "but i wanna play volleyball, i wanna get better and practice." he said, aggravated that you weren't exactly on his side, still he held you tighter.

"toru, baby, look at me." he does as told, and you bring your hands up to wipe his tear stained cheeks,"toru, you can't strain your knee anymore than you already do, you know this. i know you only want to play volleyball, baby i know, but you have to be patient." he nods in agreement and you do the same, then guiding his head back to your shoulder, "i know it's frustrating toru, but you can't force it, y'know? he wouldn't make you sit out if it wasn't for your best interest. you know that, deep down."

the two of you had been cuddling on the couch, his back against your chest when you heard him sniffling again, "toru, what's wrong?" you ask softly, sitting up slightly. "i'm so useless, my own knee can't even work right. the team deserves someone better and so d-do you" he hiccuped, hiding is face in his hands. you felt guilty for not comforting him more earlier. "toru, that's not true at all." you stated, forcing his hands into yours, "take it back right now." he looked at you confused. "toru oikawa i said take it back right this instant." you said a little sterner than before.

"no." he managed to get out through sobs, and you knew the stern method wasn't going to work this time around. "toru, please. you're not useless at all, not to anyone, not to the team, and especially not to me. you're the best teammate, friend and boyfriend anyone could ever ask for and your knee just needs a break sometimes, you just need a break sometimes and thats okay. needing a break doesn't make you useless or weak, toru." you say softly, guiding him to a sitting position, hugging him closely and tracing small, comforting shapes on his back.

"you're so so strong toru, and you're an amazing person, an amazing boyfriend, you're such an amazing volleyball player and i'm so proud of how far you've come since highschool." you say, kissing the crown of his head. "you mean it?" he asks leaning back to look at you, "i always do, toru. i love you more than anything, and i'm so so fucking proud of you, but you have to know, it's okay to need a break sometimes and it doesn't change who you are as a person and it definitely doesn't make you weak or useless. he nods in response, burrying his head into the crook of your neck. you both stay like that, you whispering words of affirmations, him listening fondly until he feels better a little while later.

tsukishima

— he usually didn't let the stress of professional volleyball get to him like this, but he couldn't help it he would be lying if he said he wasn't overwhelmed, from interviews, to extra practice to prepare for the overseas games he had coming up, he was exhausted, to add onto it all he had been neglecting you and he felt horrible for it.

you knew practice was going to be running late since your boyfriend had told you in advance, so you weren't initially worried as to why kei had been coming home late at night. this night in particular was the fourth night in a row kei been home late and you starting to grow concerned. you hadn't seen him hardly at all that week, which was unusual because he always made time for you no matter what. worried, you decided to stay awake and wait for him to get home.

when the time finally comes, your heart dropped at his appearance, he looked absolutely horrible, as if he hadn't slept right in weeks. "why are you up?" he mumbled, taking his shoes off rather sloppily, uncharacteristic of him. you made your way closer to yoir exhausted boyfriend, "kei, i'm worried about you. i know you don't like me meddling with your career, and please don't misunderstand my concern for that. i'm just worried you aren't getting enough rest and i've barely seen you at all this week." you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

you knew something was wrong when you saw the tear swell in his eyes, but he just stood there awkwardly, you walked closer toward him, "kei, what's wrong?" you ask, extending your arms toward him, which he basically fell into, he started sobbing immediately, shocking you initially. "i'm s-sorry for neglecting you this week, i didn't mean to i-i just-", "kei, i'm not worried about that, i'm worried that you aren't taking care of yourself properly." you mumble, patting his back comfortingly. to which he shakes his head no."work has been too much recently, i can't sleep and i barely have time to even think. its just practice, interviews, practice, interviews i-i can't handle it all anymore, y/n." he sobbed into your shoulder, you were speechless at his vulnerability.

"kei,-", "but i can't stop now because that'll make me a failure and i don't want to let you down and the team too, i just want to make everyone proud but i think i'm falling behind." he cried, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "kei, you could never let me down. actually, i think i've been letting you down recently, i don't tell you this enough but, i'm so so proud of you kei, so proud you don't even understand, i'm sorry for not expressing that enough to you. i understand that you feel as if you're falling behind but overworking and stressing yourself out isn't going to help you improve, kei, and i know you also know that."

"you're working yourself sick, kei and i can't stand here and continue to let that happen so you're taking a day off whether you like it or not. tomorrow will be a me and you day, how does that sound? i'll call your coach in the morning." honestly, you wouldn't have let him say no anyways, and he knew that so he just nodded his head. "look at me kei, you have to tell me when you're feeling overwhelmed. it's not good to keep things in like this, it's just like you tell me." he nods his head, but avoids eye contact, "and i'm not disappointed or upset at you, you know. but i can't read your mind, so please just tell me when things start to feel like they're crashing down on you 'kay? i'll help you just like you help me." you smile, he looks at you and nods, hugs you closer and whispers an "i love you" into your ear, which you return.

matsuwaka

— you knew his work was stressful and emotionally and mentally exhausting, so there were always worries in the back of your mind that he would become too overwhelmed, well today your worries became reality.

"welcome home issei." you called from the kitchen as your boyfriend walked through the door, though he offered you no response, which made you frown. "issei?-" you gasped when you felt a pair of strong arms sneak their way around your waist, "jesus, issei, you scared me!" you giggle placing your hands atop of his own, but you realized he was not laughing with you. "issei, baby?" concern laced in your tone as you maneuvered your way around to face him, "what's wrong baby?" you ask, taking his face in your hands to wipe at escaping tears.

"work was rough today." was all he said as he melted at the feeling of your thumbs running back and forth on his cheeks. "oh issei, i'm sorry." you mumbled, kissing the tip of his nose lightly, "is there anything i can do to help?" he didn't know why but something inside of him snapped when you asked him that, and sobs escaped his lips, he could only hide his face in the space between your neck and shoulder because for some reason he felt... ashamed to be crying in front of you like this. "please just hold me." he cried, so you did just that, shushimg him when his sobs got violent, rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly.

the both of you stood there for a good 15 minutes before you spoke up after he had calmed down a bit, "is there anything you need to get off your chest? you don't have to tell me now or even at all but i want you to know that whatever is bothering you, you can tell me, anything at all. i know your job is mentally exhausting and honestly i dont even know how you do it but i dont want you thinking you have to carry the burden of it alone, okay? i'm so proud of you, so so so proud of you issei, i just wanted you to know that."

you felt him nod in the crook of your neck, a soft, "thank you." sounding shortly after, "of course." you responded, kissing his shoulder a few time.he wasn't sure when he would feel completely ready to get things off his chest but he felt loved knowing that you would always be there to comfort him, and for that he was forever grateful.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu angst #oikawa toru #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #matsukawa hcs #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x y/n #matsukawa x reader #mattsun headcanons #mattsun x y/n #mattsun x reader #oikawa angst #matsukawa angst #mattsun angst #tsukishima kei #tsukishima hcs #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima x reader #tsukki x reader #tsukki x y/n #tsukishima angst #tsukki angst #sunni's works 📓

[post-modern-prometheus]

So I was thinking a lot about the world before Logan went back in time, and I was also thinking a lot about Luna Maximoff, and I came up with this.

Before Logan goes back in time, Crystal and Peter meet sometime while he’s on the run from the government (probably for being a mutant and the son of Magneto.) They get married and have Luna, and for a while, everything is nice. But of course, all good things come to an end eventually. Especially with the Maximoff family, bc they have really shitty luck.

When Luna is four, Peter dies. And not long after, Crystal gets killed protecting her daughter from sentinels. Erik, while devastated at the loss of his only son and daughter-in-law, takes Luna in and raises her the best he can considering the circumstances. But things are getting worse and worse for mutants, so eventually the plan to send Logan back in time is made, and they put it into motion.

It works, and the timeline is fixed a few months before Luna turns nine. But because of the changes Logan made, Peter and Crystal don’t meet at the right time (or at all) and Luna is not born in the new timeline.

And yet, by some weird twist of fate, she ends up there anyway.

One moment, Luna is hiding in her room as things go to shit around her, and the next, she is waking up in a random field without a single soul in sight. Confused, she starts walking. And eventually, she comes across a town. Luna then finds a newspaper and learns that it’s 1983, a little over a month after En Sabah Nur was defeated.

Luna, despite being only eight years old, connects the dots pretty quickly and realizes that Logan must have fixed the timeline, and somehow, she was transported into this new one. Then Luna realizes that her parents must be alive if that’s the case, and she gets excited briefly before realizing they probably arent together yet (and might not ever be). That and they won’t remember having a daughter.

The idea of this hurts, but the fact that they weren’t dead makes up for it. And despite the really weird and difficult situation she found herself in, Luna is a Maximoff, which means she’s a survivor. She steals some food, water, and a few pairs of new clothes and spends a few days wandering the streets of the town she found herself in, kind of just relishing in her new freedom.

But her new life is lonely. Super lonely. And she misses her family — especially her grandfather, who she was rarely away from since her parent’s deaths. And yet, no matter how tempting it is to go searching for them, she knows they probably wouldn’t believe her if she told them who she was. So she stays alone, even if it hurts sometimes.

Things don’t stay that way, though. Because, as I mentioned before, the Maximoff family doesn’t have the best of luck. So of course, shit goes wrong for Luna.

Essentially what happens is that, while hanging out in a park, Luna sees a group of police officers chasing a woman who is obviously a mutant. They shoot at the woman, and before Luna can stop to think about it, she’s using her powers to take control of the officer’s minds, which allows the woman to escape unharmed. (I checked the wiki, she can actually do this)

But what Luna isn’t aware of is that one of the policemen had been working for a group of people who captured and experimented on mutants. And as soon as they’re free from her mind control, goes to report what happened to their boss. They find out about Luna and, intrigued by her abilities, track her down and capture her. And since Luna is a child with powers she’s not in complete control of, they overpower her easily.

Luna spends months in a facility created by the anti-mutant group. And soon, the scientists experimenting on her find out about her relation to Magneto. They also find out about her being part inhuman, and seeing as the existence of inhumans have yet to be revealed in this timeline, the discovery makes them even more intrigued by her, and so she’s experimented on a lot more than other mutants in the place.

Right as Luna loses almost all hope of getting out, the x men find out about the facility and break into it to free the mutants captured inside. Erik is the one who comes across Luna hiding in the corner of her cell and is quick to free her. But as soon as she sees his face, Luna bursts into tears and barrels into him, not caring if he has no recollection of her. Bc she missed her grandfather goddammit.

Erik is confused about the crying child hugging him, but he brushes it off and assumes that she’s just emotional about being freed. So he picks her up and brings her to where the x men are putting all the freed mutants, except when he tries to put her down, she sort of just... doesn’t let go? She just clings to him.

The x men are a mix of confused, worried, and amused when they see a tired looking Erik holding a small crying child, but they brush it off and bring everyone back to the school. After all, they aren’t exactly unfamiliar with mutants being emotional after being freed, nor are they unfamiliar with comforting the mutant children who they find, so they don’t think much of Luna’s behavior.

But then they reach the school and Luna still will not let go of Erik.

Literally no one can get her to let go. Not even Jean or Charles can do anything bc Luna has an immunity to telepaths. And no one is all that willing to force her away from Erik either, bc they still don’t know what her powers are and they don’t want to cause any distress to Luna in case she lashes out with them.

In the end, Peter is the one who gets her to let go.

The thing is, he doesn’t even mean to. All he does is limp into the room to say hello and ask how the mission went (bc he’s still recovering from having his leg broken by En Sabah Nur.) But as soon as he opens his mouth to speak, there’s suddenly a small blonde child barreling into him with enough force to knock him to the ground. This just further confuses everyone.

But even though Peter has no idea who this kid is, the sight of her crying causes his heart to break as his parental instincts go haywire, telling him to protect and comfort this random child. So, no matter how much these new and sudden instincts confuse him, he hugs Luna. And it feels... strangely right?

(I’m sorry I just wanted more Luna content)

something something dadneto something something history repeats itself something something-

nah bc this. and now i cant stop thinking about how peter trying to tell erik could parallel with luna trying to tell peter-

#luna maximoff #peter maximoff #erik lensherr #dadneto

[ptergwen]

4 times peter loved you and 1 time he said it

warnings: angst, swearing, and flash being a dickwad (love him tho)

a/n: i wasn’t sure if i would ever finish this bc i started in march? and gave up but i really like the concept so i made myself get back into it and AHH i’m really happy with how it turned out! fingers crossed y’all like too ahaha. also this is unrelated but send me requests!

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to say you and peter were each other’s missing halves would be an absolute understatement. there wasn’t a secret you didn’t share, an inside joke you didn’t have, a text or call left unanswered, or a second you weren’t on the other’s mind.

it had been like that since your first day of freshman year. you took the seat next to peter in first period spanish, and the rest was history.

peter knew you better than you knew yourself. as cheesy as it sounded, it was true. he could guess what you were going to order at a restaurant before you picked up the menu. if you had a bad day, he’d come over to your place with tissues and hugs, without you having to ask. he knew all the little things.

you? you were a peter parker encyclopedia. you watched all his favorite movies so he could rant to you about them, and you’d actually understand what he was saying. whenever he felt overwhelmed by his chaotic life, you found a way to calm him.

you two were soulmates in best friend form.

best friends, nothing more.

♡ 1.

you had an arm around peter’s neck as you picked at some fruit on his lunch tray. his head was resting comfortably against your cheek, whole body leaning on you. impromtu cuddle sessions weren’t unusual for the two of you. they worked in both of your favors. peter was your own personal heater, and you were just really comfortable to nap on, in his opinion.

“are you gonna eat all my grapes? i was looking forward to those,” peter whined, taking one out of your hand. “are you gonna keep using me as a pillow?” you challenged. he responded by moving his head to your shoulder and chewing. “then, yes. i am gonna eat all your grapes.”

“you know what two people who share food are?” ned chimed in from across the cafeteria table. already knowing what he was implying, you sighed. “what, ned?” he cupped his hand over his mouth like he was about to spill the world’s biggest secret. “a couple.”

it wouldn’t be a regular day without ned trying to play matchmaker for you and peter. the idea made peter scoff. “leave us alone, man. that doesn’t even make sense.” “yes it does!” ned nudged mj for backup. she only raised her hands in defense. it was always a hard pass from her on getting involved in these types of things, unless she found a reason to.

“really? how?” you grabbed peter’s milk and took a sip just for the hell of it. he chuckled at that, forgetting he was supposed to be annoyed with you. a bit of milk dripped down your chin in the process. “oops,” you grimaced at yourself and licked it away.

something about the whole thing made peter’s heart clench. it was so... you were so... cute. cute was definitely the word he was looking for. wait, what? that was new. peter had always thought you were pretty and all, but he’d never found himself endeared like this over such a little thing you did. or had he? no. nope. it was ned’s stupid theory messing with him. that was all.

“y/n, dude, everyone knows it’s a thing. like, why else would someone give up their whole lunch? it’s flirting,” ned interrupted peter’s sudden thoughts about your cuteness. the smug look on his face made you want to throw the tray at him.

before you even joined their friend group, ned was on a mission to set the two of you up. peter described you to him and mj as “the actual sweetest girl ever. she makes me laugh a lot. you guys gotta meet her.” mj obviously ‘tsked’ at him, but a light bulb went off in ned’s head. peter was crushing. he just didn’t know it yet.

part of how you and peter got so close was that ned and mj used to back out of group plans. you’d end up hanging out alone most of the time. of course, it was ned’s idea. a successful idea, yes, but neither of you understood the obsession. apparently it was a guy in the chair’s duty to be a good wingman, and you should leave it to him. whatever that meant.

“if i remember correctly, you and your mom went halfsies on a piece of cake at your birthday party last year. what are you trying to tell us, leeds?” mj asked with a smirk. you and peter looked at each other and burst into laughter, ned’s mouth hanging open. the girl could really get someone when she wanted to.

“shut up, you guys! that’s different!” “so is y/n stealing my food and you calling it sharing,” peter made a point of saying more to you than ned. despite his words, he pushed the tray over to you. it was basically yours, anyway.

you thanked him with a pat on his cheek and popped more grapes into your mouth. in that moment, peter decided he’d get you all the grapes in the world if he could. jeez, he seriously needed to reel it in.

ned was only going to keep going now. “see that? peter’s such a sweet boyfriend. isn’t he, y/n?” he cooed and clasped his hands under his chin. you didn’t have the chance to change the topic before flash appeared at your table. he’d probably overheard your conversation. “penis parker is somebody’s boyfriend? good one.”

feeling peter tense up next to you, you put a hand on his shoulder to let him know you were there. you’d been in too many of these situations. the way flash talked to peter pissed you off in ways you didn’t think were possible. he was fine with everybody else, so why did he choose to pick on him? peter was the least deserving person of having to put up with it from anyone.

“just ignore him, okay? he’ll get bored and leave. works every time,” you reminded peter. too uneasy to say anything, he reached back and put his hand on top of yours. he tried to focus on how nice your touch felt instead of the fact that he was about to be humiliated by flash yet again.

“peter could totally get a girlfriend! he has, like, tons of girls after him,” ned attempted to back peter up, pleased with himself. groaning, peter put his head down on the table. he couldn’t bare to watch his friend destroy what was left of his social life. “you’re really pushing this now. stop talking,” mj warned in a whisper yell to ned. that didn’t stop flash from hearing her.

“she’s right. even parker agrees! look at him,” he snickered at peter’s embarrassed state. you’d had more than enough of him at that point. screw the silence. it wasn’t going to cut it for this one. while wingman ned was still making up stories, you tapped peter’s shoulder to find out how he was doing. his head remained down.

“you okay? want me to say something?” “i’m used to it, and no. i don’t wanna make you deal with him.” peter hated putting his issues on other people, but you couldn’t stand another second of listening to the things flash was saying. you cut into an argument between him and ned about peter’s body count. like his was any higher.

“fuck off, flash!” he stopped in the middle of his sentence. “huh?” “i said fuck off. anyone would be so lucky to date peter. you’re probably salty at him all the time because it’ll never be you,” you finally snapped. his tough guy persona faltered for a few seconds at your words, ned and mj taking the opportunity to high five you for telling him off.

peter was glad his head was still down because his cheeks were pinker than he’d like to admit. did you really mean that? would you be lucky to date him, too?

“what are you, president of the parker protection squad? or are you two a thing?” flash quickly recovered. there he went trying to get the last word in. the embarrassment for peter if you denied it was exactly what he wanted, but you weren’t letting him have it.

“ask me again some other time.” you plastered on a shit-eating grin and waved goodbye. unsatisfied with your answer, flash huffed his way back to his own table. after he was gone, peter looked up at you with something you’d never seen before twinkling in his eyes.

“thank you, y/n. you really didn’t have to say all of that.” “oh, no. don’t thank me. i‘d do it for you anytime. i am president of the parker protection squad, after all.” your fake smile turned into a genuine one for him. peter couldn’t help but mirror it.

his was heart doing that thing again. he guessed it was because he loved you so much, but this love felt different somehow. it wasn’t the friend kind of love he’d had for you all those years.

it was the kind of love he saw in the rom coms you made him watch when you got to pick for movie night. cupid’s love was the official name for it. when he put two and two together, the realization smacked him straight in the face. ned was right.

peter was starting to fall in love with you, and there was no way he could stop.

♡ 2.

peter was a workaholic. patrolaholic to be exact, especially when he had a reason. he’d sometimes find himself in a cycle of getting home late and going out early for days on end. he’d gotten used to the sleep deprivation. his grumbling stomach from missing meals wasn’t too big of a deal either. not when he had a city to save.

it was also a good distraction from everything else going on in his life. man, did he need a distraction. after peter came to terms with the fact that he loved loved his best friend, he narrowed it down to two options; telling you about his feelings or taking them to his grave. since the city was so busy, he was thankful he could throw himself into patrolling and not decide just yet.

may would usually only allow peter to patrol on weekends. school existed, and he had to take breaks. peter really wanted to help out more, so he proposed an idea that could potentially let him up it to the full seven days. he had to make it home in one piece every night for a trial week. that would prove to may he could handle it.

ignoring his black eye on tuesday and limp on thursday, it worked out. peter was positive he could finish off the week just fine. may didn’t have the same optimism. she decided that so much as a scratch on friday and it was strike three. friday came, and peter had impressively managed to end the day, like he thought, just fine.

he did one last swing around the neighborhood he was in, then started heading back to queens to gloat to may. on his way, he remembered he had to text you goodnight. he was bound by a pinky swear to you that he would do it every time he finished patrolling.

peter being spider-man was something you figured out only a few months after he got his powers. he technically exposed himself, and you pieced everything together. it all happened when spider-man offered to walk you home from school one day.

the way he rubbed the back of his neck while asking was a nervous habit that was oddly familiar, and urged you to say yes. you also thought it was strange how even though he didn’t ask for your address, he somehow knew where he was taking you. then again, he was spider-man. it was his job to know new york city and the people living in it.

you came to the conclusion you were making things up until he was about to leave. he walked you to the door of your apartment building and said, “stay safe, squirt.” nobody called you that besides peter. he came up with it because he had recently grown a few inches taller and could finally give you hell for being the short one.

needless to say, peter didn’t take off like he was intending to. he realized his slip up as soon as the nickname came out of his mouth. you brought him upstairs and had a long afternoon of questioning, explanations, and making promises.

peter typed out a message telling you he was fine and to go to sleep. as he was about to hit send, he swung too low and smacked his head right into a traffic light. that was what he got for texting while swinging. he could imagine mj giving him one of her famous safety lectures already, but that wasn’t first on his list of worries. he had a throbbing head and may’s third strike to deal with.

crap, may couldn’t know about this. she’d ban him from patrolling probably forever. going home was out of the question, but peter was in desperate need of an ice pack. there was already a bump forming from where the light hit him. his next choice would be to go to happy, only he couldn’t do that because he‘d tell may.

peter’s hands worked faster than his brain, and he started swinging over to your apartment. the overthinking began soon after. nobody wants to deal with a surprise appearance from their possibly concussed friend at 2 a.m. besides, what would he say? he’d barely seen you all week. it wasn’t fair to you, but it was too late to turn back.

peter landed on the sidewalk with an “oof” and crawled up the wall of your building. when he reached your window, he knocked in the same rhythm that he always did. no answer. he knocked louder. no answer again.

seeing as he had no other option, peter had to let himself in. he pushed on your window to see if it was unlocked. thank god it slid up then, but he made a mental note to remind you about keeping it locked another time. he climbed through the window with as little noise as possible so your family wouldn’t hear.

after navigating in the dark, peter pulled off his mask by the side of your bed. he instantly melted at the sight of you. your face was squished into your pillow, hair sprawled everywhere. you’d must have fallen asleep waiting for his text because you were holding your phone. peter was sure he’d never seen something so adorable.

he let himself stand there and watch the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. the bump on his head was no longer a priority. peter was utterly and completely entranced with you. god, why was he acting like this? oh, right. he was secretly in love with you.

before peter could help himself, he brushed some hair that had fallen into your eyes away with his fingers. you squirmed in your sleep, peter pulling his hand back. he was such an idiot sometimes. your eyes fluttered open and landed on him.

“peter? ‘s that you?” you squinted to see in the darkness of your room. he moved closer. your legs dangled over the bed as you slowly sat up. “yeah, it’s me. sorry to wake you.” he went to scratch his head out of nerves, but stopped when he remembered it really freaking hurt right there.

“‘s okay. i was hoping you’d come over soon. missed you all week.” you frowned at the red and blue clad boy in front of you. except for school, you hadn’t seen peter the past few days. “lots of crime to fight lately?” “missed you more, and yeah. been kicking lots of asses.” the awkwardness peter was imaging faded away when he plopped down next to you on your bed.

“how’s your eye doing? and the limp?” you turned his head towards you by his chin. he exhaled in relief. “getting better, i think. now that we’re talking about injuries...” the sleepiness was knocked out of you. you all but leapt to your feet and turned on the lamp by your bed. peter had a feeling you’d slightly freak.

“we’ve been making small talk and you’re hurt? what happened, peter?” “i-i sort of, um, i was texting you and swung into a traffic light.” “oh my god, where?” he pointed at his forehead with a weak smile. surely enough, there was a big bump. you gasped. “please don’t be mad at me.” “i’m not mad at you. just feel bad it was kinda my fault. do you think you have a concussion?”

you weren’t sure what to do beyond the mostly useless first aid videos they played in gym class. being an avenger, peter had had his share of experience with wounds. whenever he came to you hurt, he talked you through how to help him. the most you’d ever dealt with was a few particularly deep cuts. this was not the same.

“i‘m not sure. you could try that finger thing?” he suggested. you crouched down in front of him. “good idea. let’s do that.” as you waved your index finger back and forth and peter’s eyes followed it seemingly well, his mind was elsewhere. he was thinking about crawling into bed with you and sleeping in your arms.

“well, you passed or whatever they say. i’m pretty sure you don’t have a concussion. you’ll heal fast because of... you know.” you stood up and mimicked the way he shoots his webs. peter chuckled quietly. your thumb ran lightly over his bump, making him wince. “how bad does it feel?” “on a scale from one to ten it’s, like, a five and a half.”

although not what you wanted to hear, it was manageable. you hoped so, at least. “i’m gonna go get some stuff. change into comfortable clothes.” “yes, doctor y/n.” peter saluted you. you were happy to see he still felt up to joking around. biting your lip to hold back a smile, you made your way to the kitchen.

peter searched through the spare clothes he’d left here over the years. there were so many, you had to give him a drawer. he changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt, then sat back down criss cross on your bed.

you came in shortly after with a water bottle, two advil, and an ice pack wrapped in a towel. “i was kidding about the whole doctor thing, you know.” “too bad.” you handed him the advil and water. “take these. they’ll help until your magic healing powers kick in.” peter took the pills while you pressed the ice pack to his bump. he took it from you when he was finished.

“is that any better?” “much better. i’m all good. i should probably go soon.” he mumbled, not meaning it but also not wanting to overstay his welcome. you’d already done so much for him. you stopped him from getting up by putting a hand on his chest.

“what? you already changed, and i’m not sending you home to get killed by may. just stay.” “are you sure? i don’t wanna bother you anymore. it was annoying for me to come here so late in the first place.”

a frown set on your face. “peter, don’t you remember my promise?” there was a beat of silence while he thought about it. “that you’d help out with spidey stuff?” “however and whenever i can. i don’t know what made you think differently just now, but nothing’s gonna change that. doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night or early in the morning. i’m always here.”

only you could reassure him just like that. peter was really lucky to have you. really, really lucky.

“right. you’re right. sorry for... whatever that was.” “you apologize too much.” you poked his chest to punctuate your statement and switched the light off. “sorry for that, too,” he teased, wanting a reaction from you. “peter benjamin parker, just get in the bed.” “yes, ma’am.” that was enough before you changed your mind and threw him out.

you rolled to lay on the other side of peter. still pressing the ice pack to his head, he laid down next to you. it didn’t take long for both of you to be settled under the covers. “try not to bang into the wall or something,” you joked and pulled your comforter up to your chin.

peter puffed some air out of his cheeks, tugging more of it back. “you can’t be mean and hog the blanket.” “it’s my bed, so i actually can. i’ll hog everything.”

to prove your point, you moved over to peter until there was no room between you. both of you knew it was an excuse to cuddle. he wasn’t mad about it at all. peter opened an arm for you. you curled into his side, letting him hold you close. his whole body relaxed as you hugged him against you. “goodnight, spidey.” “night, squirt.”

♡ 3.

“what does that cloud look like to you?” you pointed up at the sky. peter’s eyes darted around as he tried to find exactly which one you were talking about. there were a lot of them, in his defense. you made a big circle with your finger around the cloud in question.

“the really curvy one. right there.” “kinda looks like a tiger. can we keep walking now?” peter tugged your arm linked in his in an attempt to move you from the spot you’d randomly stopped in. he made a whiny noise when you didn’t budge.

“i think it looks more like a horse, and no. why are you in such a rush?” furrowing your brows at him, you tightened your grip on his arm. “because some people don’t like cloud watching, grandma.” “i only asked you about one! i’m just... trying to get the most out of today.”

with college around the corner, you and peter both had a lot to do and a little bit of time to get it done. your only hangouts had become some shared extracurriculars and weekly study group with your other friends. trying to binge watch your shows together on facetime hadn’t been easy, for one thing. you fumbled to keep your phone up more than you payed attention.

on a more serious note, being apart sucked majorly. it was going to be this times a million when you would inevitably have to split up in a few months. thinking about it for too long usually made you cry.

peter was struggling in other ways. his more than a friend feelings for you were only getting stronger. having all that love and not being able to give it to you was hurting like hell, and he had to just pack everything up and act normal during the rare moments you were together. you were both going through it.

this was the first sunday in what felt like forever that you and peter were both free. you decided that the nice weather called for a meetup at central park. so, there you were, arm in arm on your afternoon stroll.

“don’t say it like that, y/n. you’re making me sad.” peter let out a breath as you rested your head on his shoulder. “that was the point.” you started walking again, peter following next to you. he kicked at pebbles while you smiled up at him. that made him smile at his feet. you were getting really good at making him flustered.

“so, did you finish that pre calc packet?” peter asked to distract himself. you lifted your head off his shoulder with a groan. “peter, we’re not talking about school for once. let’s talk about literally anything else.” “like what?” you were about to make a suggestion, but something caught your attention.

you raced over to a swingset, dragging peter along with you before he could realize where you were taking him. you stopped in front of it and threw your hands up to present it to him. he let out a breathy laugh. “when was the last time you went on one of these?” you asked, taking peter’s arm again. peter shook his head. “way too long ago.”

with a smile, you walked him over and took a seat on one of the swings. peter sat on the one next to you. you spun around in a circle to see how much you could twist the chains, peter laughing. “y/n, what are you doing?” “having fun. you should try it sometime.” he backed up to get himself started and grabbed his own chains. “i do have fun. it’s just not in the ways you think.”

you untwisted yourself to watch peter. “so, how?” “well,” he started going higher, “i like learning about stuff, even the things we have to in school.” “everybody knows that. that’s the first thing i thought of.” you did know everything possible about him.

everything except his new feelings for you, but this wasn’t the time for him to blurt that out. he was still figuring out when or if he should.

“guess i’m not gonna say i like movies, either.” “singing?” you were swinging next to him, turning it into an unspoken competiton for who could get the highest. peter slowed down a bit since he’d had a head start. “i suck. the only person who’s allowed to hear me is you.”

“it’s possible to suck at something and still enjoy it.” the breeze blew your hair around, peter seeing it from the corner of his eye. he’d always loved how carefree you were around him. it rubbed off.

“remind me to force you to do karaoke one day.” “you’re so annoying.” that motivated you to kick off harder on the ground. peter huffed and tried to catch up to you. “don’t be mean to your only source of fun.” if that wasn’t true, he would’ve came up with a comeback.

the only time peter remembered to relax was when he was with you. it was usually because you reminded him. he skidded to a stop on the swing and looked up at you.

“why’d you let me win? was that too mean?” you looked over your shoulder. “nah, i just got tired.” “oh. we can do something else now. catch me?” “sure,” peter chuckled and got off the swing. he stood in front of you on the grass and waited for you to get lower. you clenched your teeth into a nervous smile.

“ready?” “ready.” swinging towards him, you jumped off and expected to land in his arms. you ended up completely on top of him instead.

the wind was knocked out of both of you, but peter had it worse because he broke your fall. your hands were on his shoulders and one of his was around your lower back. neither of you realized the position you were in. you were too busy trying to breathe again.

“god, that hurt.” “my bad,” peter mumbled. in any other circumstance, he wouldn’t be complaining about this. “i should’ve warned you or something,” you dismissed him.

you were still hovering over peter, your lips dangerously close to his. he could’ve sworn they almost touched. that was when you got off of him. he only forced out a laugh. nothing ever went his way. you offered him a hand, oblivious to his inner conflict. peter took it and pulled himself up, falling into step next to you as you headed to another path.

that could’ve been a chance to make some sort of move, and he blew it.

♡ 4.

it hadn’t been easy for peter to move on from that day. his mind kept replaying the split second you almost kissed on an endless loop, and all he could do was come up with what he should’ve done in the moment.

things were getting to a point where he had no clue how to act around you. being your friend was hard, but becoming your boyfriend would be that much harder. his stupid feelings put him in an awkward place, and he was afraid you were starting to realize. he couldn’t lose you altogether.

you asked peter to meet you for coffee after school. it was this small place in between your apartments you’d both been to once before. they had really good cookies and an overall cozy feeling you liked. peter wasn’t sure what this was all about.

were you going to confront him? did ned say something? maybe it was a mistake to confide in his most gossipy friend about how he felt.

with a headache from stress and a heavy backpack hanging off his shoulders, peter walked into the café. he spotted you at a table near the window. you’d already taken the liberty of ordering, two drinks and a chocolate chip cookie waiting there. you looked up from your phone when peter pulled a chair out.

“hi.” you gave him a small smile and put your phone down. “i already got everything.” peter shrugged off his backpack with a grin. he sat down facing you. “thanks. sorry i’m kinda late. i had to stop at my locker.” you usually met him there. come to think of it, why hadn’t you today? you pushed peter’s drink over to him. “you’re fine. i came here early to get us a table, anyway.” phew.

peter bent the straw to his iced macchiato and took a sip. it made him feel grown up, casually drinking coffee with you over a boring conversation. adult life must’ve sucked. “so, how was the rest of your day?” he asked to fill the silence. you only had two classes without him after lunch, so that was a dumb question. he’d never had so much trouble talking to you.

“eh. betty fell asleep on me during this cold war documentary we had to watch.” “didn’t she say american history is her favorite?” you broke off a piece of the cookie with a laugh. “not after that. what about your day?” the light from the window was shining directly on you, blocking out everything else from peter’s view. he wanted to tell you how beautiful you were so bad, but that would be creepy.

you took a bite of your cookie and raised an eyebrow. he was staring. “uh, nothing interesting. i’m gonna patrol a little bit later.” peter sipped his drink again. you clicked your tongue and let out a breath. “that’s all you do these days.” he knew you were catching on to how off he’d been. what was he supposed to say? it would’ve helped if he’d prepared a few excuses.

“just trying to help out while i’m still here.” that was a half truth. “yeah, but you should still take some time for yourself.” you ripped open your straw wrapper and blew it at peter. he caught it just before it hit his face. rolling your eyes, you put the straw into your drink. “i hate your reflexes sometimes.” he shrugged one of his shoulders casually. “jealousy is a disease.”

neither of you said anything for a few minutes. you stared out the window while peter finished the rest of the cookie. he could tell something was on your mind. whenever you were deep in your thoughts, you sort of zoned out like this.

he was too nervous to ask you what was wrong because of the conversation you just had. it sounded like you had already considered he was being distant before today. his feelings aside, he needed to reassure you. that was more important.

“y/n?” you turned your head to look at him. “yeah?” peter’s gaze shifted from you to his thumbs twiddling in his lap. “i know we’ve both been really... busy lately, but i’m still here. don’t forget that.” a hint of a smile played on your lips. you would’ve hugged him if you could reach. “thank you, peter. i kinda needed to hear that.” he nudged your leg under the table. “of course. hey, you wanna come with me tonight?”

a couple of hours later, you were in peter’s arms on a rooftop that was much higher up than it looked. he insisted on taking you for a swing so you could get the full experience. he’d been trying to get you to do this for the longest time, so he wondered what made you agree today. you wanted to find out what was so enjoyable about it.

“i trust you, but you’re not gonna drop me, right?” your legs were around his waist, and he had one hand supporting you by your back. that wasn’t terrifying at all. you grabbed peter’s shoulders, the idea of it making you nervous. he wrapped his arm tighter around you.

“oh my god, no. i can always web you back up.” “peter! that’s not funny.” even behind the mask, you could tell he was smirking. “you’re always safe with me, squirt. don’t worry.” you brought your arms up to loop around his neck.

“i feel better now.” “good. i’m gonna jump when we get to the edge, okay?“ your whole body stiffened up. peter could sense it. as excited as he was to share this with you, he didn’t want to make you feel pressured. “or we don’t have to do it.” his voice was quiet. you tried to relax in his hold. “i’m just gonna close my eyes. i think that’ll help.” “we’re about to find out.”

peter started walking towards the edge of the building with you holding on even tighter to him, your eyes squeezed shut. he kept finding himself in situations where he was close to you in the ways he’d been wishing for, but never for the same reasons. it was bittersweet.

he bit down on his lip and aimed his free hand at a building. you squealed when he leaned back. “i’m jumping now,” he prepared you, and before you could respond, you were in the air. you hid your face in peter’s chest the second you felt yourself pretty much flying.

“what the fuck, you like this?” you had to yell so he could hear you. peter shot another web to keep swinging. “it’s really not that bad! try looking up!” he shouted back, clearly amused.

grip tightening around his neck, you slowly pulled your face away from him. he kept you close as he swung. you somehow convinced yourself you weren’t going to die by looking at something besides peter. your eyes landed on the sky behind his head.

the sun was almost completely set, deep pink and orange merging together against the glowing lights of the city. you were finally understanding why he liked this so much. it was beautiful.

peter peeked at you for a second to check on you. he swore his heart was going to explode out of his chest. the look of adoration on your face, it was even better than the view. it was the view. the little moments where peter got to see you this way made him realize how in love with you he really was.

“this is... wow. i get it now,” you laughed in disbelief, watching as the city whirled past you. peter smiled so big it hurt. “pretty awesome, huh?” one of your hands slid back down to his shoulder. “take me with you more often.”

♡ 5.

peter licked his lips out of habit as he held the door open for may, who was following behind him with a look of pride. he was about to graduate high school. the ceremony was being held in a really nice stadium-like place. trying to find it added minutes on to the parker tradition of being late to everything important.

peter wasn’t as concerned with his tardiness as he was with finding you.

while he tossed and turned in bed the night before, he went over his whole school year in his head. that meant little things and big things. he was starting to drift off until he remembered a conversation with ned a few weeks back. they decided on a deadline for peter to tell you about his feelings, and it was before graduation.

they chose it because if peter got rejected, he’d be over it by the time college started. that was the goal.

it wasn’t that peter had changed his mind. it was that he completely forgot. he didn’t have a solid plan for what he should do. these things needed to be decided way in advance. he ended up pulling something together last minute because it was you. plus, this extra pressure gave him the push to go through with it. somewhere between steps seven and eight, he passed out.

may rushed him to get ready because he’d slept past his alarm. the whole morning was a mess, and he had at most fifteen minutes to confess his love to you by the time he got there.

“you should go make sure you’re marked here. i’ll see you after. love you.” may pressed a kiss to his cheek and half-jogged to the auditorium for a seat. he squeezed her arm and headed off to check in. your whole grade was already lined up along the walls for what looked like miles. the deal was to tell you before graduation. he still had about ten minutes.

peter walked past hundreds of students with his heartbeat thumping in his ears. everyone was in alphabetical order, so it didn’t take too long to find you. relief washed over you when you saw peter. you were worried he wouldn’t show up at all. his cap was in his hand, hair getting tangled from running his fingers through it. he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“finally, i’ve been trying to call you all morning. where were you?” your tone was dripping with concern. “i overslept. there’s something i gotta tell you, y/n.” he gulped. you smiled in a way that was kind of pitying. “we’re about to start going inside. i- you have to wait, pete. go get lined up.”

this wasn’t how it was going to end. not again.

he looked around to see who was watching, then he grabbed your wrist. “peter, what are you-“ “just come with me really quick.” despite yourself, you let him lead you down the hallway. you dodged a couple of teachers having a conversation and went into a bathroom that was vacant by some chance. he let go of you after the door shut. you stood behind it while he walked over to a sink.

it was making you anxious to not be out there. you could be late. peter was the same way when it came to school, so you knew this had to be pretty serious. you gave up the battle with yourself and made your way over to him. he was looking at himself in the mirror, trying to get a stray curl back in place.

“let me help.” you stood next to him. he turned to face you, that same look of urgency still in his eyes. you used two fingers to brush through his hair. there was so much gel that it was wet enough to mess with. you smiled a bit and took your hand out of his hair. his hand was gripping the sink.

“you look good, pete. you smell good, too.” “so do you.” his voice was lower than usual. you flattened out the material of your blue gown. “thanks. so, talk to me. what’s up?”

the question was so simple, but way too many answers were running through peter’s brain. he wasn’t even sure he’d have enough time to explain everything now. this was why he needed a written out and carefully crafted plan.

but, like he said to himself last night, this was you. his best friend in the entire world and any other that might exist. the person who’s been there for his most embarrassing moments, and who’s been responsible for some of his best ones. if he couldn’t finally say the three words he’d said to you so many times before, what was the point?

his fingers drummed a steady rhythm while he mustered up the last remaining bit of courage in him. you watched him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. “just, um...” he was stalling. he pulled his hand off the sink. “i... love you.” peter only glanced at you for a second, too afraid to see your reaction. “i love you, too. is everything okay?” his heart sank. you thought he meant it in the friend way.

that was what he got for being so terrible with words.

“no, y/n. not like that.” he blurted. you were lost. peter pressed his back against the wall and sat down. confused and equally worried, you sat next to him on the floor. “then what do you mean? you’re scaring me.” he checked the watch may made him wear to see how much time was left before graduation. four minutes. he really should’ve woken up on time.

“we have to get back in line soon. i don’t wanna miss-“ “i love you, y/n. i’m in love with you.” a weight that had been on peter’s chest for months was lifted just by saying it. you squinted your eyes at him, but said nothing.

“i’ve been trying to tell you for a while, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. i just had to say it.” “fuck, are you serious?” you sounded what peter could only describe as disappointed. yeah, it was unrequited. here came a summer of crying. “i was gonna tell you first.”

peter’s breath hitched in his throat, and he swore you could hear it. he was so sleep deprived that it felt like he was hallucinating. you shook your head as heat came to your cheeks.

“how long have you...” peter trailed off, an eye crinkling smile interrupting him. “that day we went for coffee. something clicked, so i thought for a while and figured it out. i think i’ve loved you for a really long time.”

you inched closer to peter, just barely resting your head on his shoulder. for once, you felt like the shy one. he put his hand on top of yours. his thumb traced over each of your fingers. “i’d ask you out, but you know. we don’t really have time.”

“peter, it won’t take that long.” you giggled. he squeezed your hand in his. “hm. y/n, would you wanna go out with me after this?” you thought about teasing him for it, but he was right. you had to go. that was the friend still in you. “i’d love to go out with you, peter.”

with that, you both jumped to your feet and ran out of the bathroom. you were still holding hands, and a few classmates made faces when you rushed past them to get to your spots. you exchanged one last smile with peter before lining up.

the person in front of you said everybody was looking for you two. honestly, you didn’t care all that much. you were too excited for your date later. peter already knew he’d be checking his watch throughout the whole ceremony.

it was a best friend and soulmate thing.

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[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Here’s the ask to answer for your next try, lol. If only the people knew what we’re doing..

I don’t know what you’ve been planning with this, but I am scared.

Make me cry, Vaunna. Good luck!

we went for the happy kind of cry last time and it did not work SO here’s the soul-destroying kind of angst :3 good luck everybody

btw this is an AU to my fanon. it is in no way canon, it’s just a thing i thought might make Raven cry so :3 (and honestly im super proud of it so im happy whether or not it succeeds LOL)

a/n: bc a lot of my helsmits have the nickname Hels now, i’ve decided not to shorten their name to Hels when i’m writing them so that’s why Helsknight is continually referred to by his full name. sorry if it’s kinda awkward but it’s the way i wanna write it :)

…

Emerging from the forest, Wels takes in a deep breath of fresh air and sits down on a rock, the Yes Wings Club building in sight. After a nice walk out here with his hels counterpart, he needs to rest his legs for a moment.

“What is this?” asks Helsknight, approaching his counterpart with a thin pink object in his hand.

Wels glances up. “Oh, that’s an allium. It’s a flower.”

Helsknight stares at it for a moment. “What’s it for?”

“It looks pretty.”

“It does look pretty,” agrees Helsknight. “But is it functionally useful?”

Wels thinks for a moment. “It helps bees make honey. And you can give it to someone you like to show that you like them. But really, it’s just pretty.”

“Huh. Back in Helscraft, nothing exists just to be pretty.” After a moment, Helsknight sighs. “If I was in Helscraft, I’d just toss this back on the ground. Useless.”

“You’re not in Helscraft anymore,” Wels responds warmly. “You’re in Hermitcraft. If you like the flower, you should keep it. Useless doesn’t necessarily mean worthless.”

“That’s… That’s true.”

After a moment, Helsknight offers the flower to Wels, who gives a pleasantly confused frown. “What are you doing?”

Helsknight coughs awkwardly. “You, uh… You said you can give flowers to someone you like. I like you. Kind of.”

A wide grin appears on Wels’s face as he accepts the allium from his counterpart. “Aww. I think you’re actually starting to fit into Hermitcraft life.”

“How dare you,” Helsknight deadpans.

Wels laughs. “It’s not so bad. You seem a lot happier now than you were a few weeks ago. Maybe sometime soon, we can go ask Xisuma if you can be properly integrated into Hermitcraft.”

Helsknight stares at him hopefully. “Really? Do you think he’ll say yes?”

“If he sees how much you’ve changed and how valuable a member you can be, I think he might!”

“Wow…” Helsknight gazes down at the ground. “I can’t believe it might actually happen. I might never have to go back to Helscraft again.”

“If I have my way, you’ll stay here forever,” says Wels. “Anyway, you said you wanted to spar, right? It’s getting close to sunset; we’ll have to go home soon.”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah, let’s do it.”

Wels jumps up from his perch and the two start sparring with their swords. Within a minute, Helsknight sweeps Wels’s legs out from under him, causing him to crash to the ground, losing his weapon. “Hey!” Wels yelps. “That’s cheating!”

Helsknight laughs as he points his sword at Wels. “I believe that’s called a checkmate.”

Wels chuckles back and is about to respond when they both hear a voice scream Wels’s name from the direction of the Yes Wings Club building.

“Impulse?!” gasps Wels. “What is he-?!”

“Get away from Wels!” Impulse yells, charging at Helsknight with a sword. As the helsmit was not expecting an attack, Impulse is able to knock the sword out of Helsknight’s hand with no trouble.

“Impulse, don’t!” Wels yelps, struggling to get up. “He’s good now! He’s not evil anymore!”

But Impulse is already attacking Helsknight, who is unable to properly defend himself without a weapon.

Wels scrambles to his feet. “IMPULSE, STOP! HE’S NOT A THREAT ANYMORE!”

As Helsknight stumbles, Impulse lunges, clearly not thinking straight, clearly just trying to defend Wels from what he perceives to be an attack on his friend.

But he’s going to kill Helsknight. Forever.

So Wels shoves Helsknight out the way of Impulse’s attack. Impulse tries to stop his strike but it’s already too late.

Impulse’s blade pierces the centre of Wels’s chest and goes straight through the other side.

Letting go of his sword in shock and horror, Impulse stumbles backwards.

Helsknight quickly catches Wels as the latter’s knees sag and he lowers his counterpart to the ground, pulling out Impulse’s sword and tossing it away. He tries to stop the bleeding but it’s no use; the wound is too severe.

“Wels, I’m sorry!” Impulse cries. “I’m so sorry!”

Wels grasps weakly at Helsknight’s wrist, causing the latter to lift his torso up onto his lap. “Hels, don’t blame yourself,” Wels whispers. “P-Please. This was m-my choice, okay? Mine.”

“Wels…” Helsknight gazes down at his counterpart with anguished eyes. “Why would you do that for me…?”

“B-Because I like you,” rasps Wels with a weak smile. “Kind of.”

Helsknight squeezes his eyes shut, not trusting himself to speak again.

Finally, he feels Wels’s hand slide off his wrist, and he knows it’s over.

Welsknight was slain by impulseSV

Several seconds go by.

“Wh-Why isn’t he respawning?” Impulse croaks, starting to panic. “Why is his body still here? WHY ISN’T HE RESPAWNING?!”

Helsknight gazes down at Wels’s body with tears in his eyes. “I… Part of me didn’t think it was actually real…”

“WHAT’s real?” demands Impulse, his voice shrill with panic.

“It- It’s called the Hels Curse,” Helsknight explains shakily. “If a helsmit is directly or indirectly responsible for their counterpart’s death, their counterpart won’t respawn. It’s- It’s permadeath. And the curse is extremely specific, so it doesn’t matter that you were the one who killed him. Because you were aiming for me and he pushed me out of the way, I am indirectly responsible for his death.” Helsknight hangs his head and gently touches Wels’s shoulder. “He’s gone. Forever.”

His chest feels so heavy, weighed down by the knowledge that his best friend is dead. Wels loved Helsknight so much that he willingly sacrificed his life for him. That thought alone is enough to make a few tears flow from his eyes.

For the first time in his life, Helsknight is crying.

But after a few seconds, something springs to his mind and he hurriedly wipes his eyes. There IS something he can do. Another mechanism of being a helsmit that he can use here.

“This is your fault!” Impulse screams suddenly, kicking Helsknight away from Wels. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!”

“Wait wait wait wait!” yelps Helsknight, frantically backing away from the furious hermit. “I can save him! I can save him!”

Impulse freezes in the process of picking up his sword. “What?”

“There’s a thing called the Altruist Failsafe,” Helsknight explains hurriedly. “Helsmits are created from the energy and lifeforce of their hermit counterparts. That’s why the curse exists: when a helsmit kills a hermit, they absorb the rest of their lifeforce, which is why they don’t respawn. But it also means they can give their lifeforce back to their hermit counterpart.”

Impulse stares at him suspiciously. “Are you saying you, an evil hermit, would sacrifice your life for Wels?”

Helsknights nods earnestly. “Wels took the blow you aimed at me. I was meant to die, not him. He deserves to live, not me. I can’t live in this world without him.”

With that, he moves over to Wels’s body and kneels down by his side. Impulse steps back, watching him with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

Helsknight presses his hands to the centre of his chest and closes his eyes. After counting to three, he slowly moves them away from his chest, drawing out a small glowing red heart.

This is Helsknight’s lifeforce and without it, he can feel his strength already draining away.

So he quickly but carefully moves it down to Wels and pushes it into his chest the same way he had drawn it out of his own.

Immediately, Wels’s body starts to glow.

Helsknight rises unsteadily to his feet and staggers a few blocks away. He kneels beside the rock Wels had been sitting on earlier and props himself up against it, gazing up at the stars one last time.

They’re so beautiful.

Impulse, kneeling at Wels’s side, watches him. He watches Helsknight’s chest stop moving. He watches the light leave Helsknight’s eyes.

And at the same moment, Wels’s eyes open and he takes in an involuntary breath.

“Wels!” Impulse gasps. “You’re alive!”

Wels blinks in confusion, his gaze flickering all over as he tries to register where he is. “Wait, what happened? I-I’m supposed to be dead.”

“Helsknight gave his life for you,” explains Impulse quietly. “Some kind of… altruist thing, he said?”

“Oh-!” Wels’s heart freezes as his gaze lands on the limp body of Helsknight, propped up against the rock. Oh no! Nonononononono!”

He scrambles over to Helsknight and lifts his body onto his lap, trying desperately to awaken his counterpart. “Hels! HELS! NO!”

As it becomes increasingly obvious that Helsknight is dead, Wels hugs his body close to him, fighting back tears. “Why, Hels…?” he croaks. “Why would you do that for me…?”

“I’m sorry, Wels,” Impulse whispers, standing a few blocks behind Wels. “But… But you’re alive now. Isn’t that the best outcome?”

It takes Wels a few seconds to register what Impulse just said. “W-What…?! No!”

“A world where you’re dead and your hels counterpart is alive is not a good world, Wels,” says Impulse gently.

“I don’t care!” Wels’s voice cracks halfway through his sentence. “There’s a reason I jumped in front of your sword!”

Impulse, clearly taken aback by how furious Wels seems to be at him, gives a deep frown. “Wels, I don’t think you understand: you were permadead! You weren’t gonna respawn!”

“I KNOW!” Wels roars. “Hels told me about the curse!”

Impulse’s eyes widen in shock as he realises what his friend is trying to say. “Y-You were really okay with permadying for him?”

Wels carefully lowers Helsknight’s body to the ground and stands up to face his friend. “YES because HE would’ve permadied if you’d killed him! You just don’t LISTEN, do you?! I tried to tell you!”

“I-I’m sorry!” Impulse cries. “I saw him attacking you and I thought-!”

“I TRIED TO TELL YOU HE WASN’T A THREAT!” bellows Wels, unleashing all his grief and fury. “I TOLD YOU HE WAS GOOD NOW! AND YOU KILLED HIM ANYWAY!”

“I just wanted to protect y-!”

SLASH.

impulseSV was slain by Welsknight

Wels collapses to his hands and knees, his sword falling to the ground surrounded by Impulse’s items. He’s just killed his friend, but he no longer cares. Impulse will respawn. Helsknight will not.

He can’t believe Helsknight is gone. Not just gone but he sacrificed his life for Wels. He remembers Helsknight telling him about both the Hels Curse and the Altruist Failsafe. Part of him always knew he would die to the Hels Curse, but he never expected both of them to come into play within minutes of each other.

After a moment, he picks up Impulse’s shovel and starts to dig a hole in the ground not far from Helsknight’s body. When this is done, he carefully lifts his counterpart’s body into the hole and gently places Impulse’s sword in Helsknight’s hands, arranged so that the blade lies pointing towards the foot of the grave.

He sits back on his heels and takes a deep breath, letting tears fall from his eyes.

“Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms,” he says hoarsely, reciting an old soldiers’ prayer that he had learned during his service.

With that, he methodically fills in the hole and sticks his sword in the ground above its head as a makeshift gravestone. And as a final touch, he plants an allium over the site. The allium that Helsknight had given him just half an hour ago. When everything in the world was good and the future felt bright.

As Wels turns to leave, he spots an iron sword lying on the ground a little way off. He realises with a jerk that it’s Helsknight’s sword, lying where its owner had dropped it when he had been attacked by Impulse.

He picks it up and inspects the blade. A memory of Helsknight crafting this sword resurfaces and what he was talking about as he did.

If our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear.

He recalls the way Helsknight spoke about Helscraft back then, how it’s a horrible place because the universe gave the best worlds to Hermitcraft and abandoned Helscraft to fend for itself. How passionately he spoke about wanting to create a better life for his Hels siblings.

And another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

His hand closes around the hilt of the sword and he lifts it aloft, closing his eyes against the rain that has started to fall from the darkening sky, as if the server itself is weeping for Wels’s loss.

“I’ll fight in your name, Hels,” he vows. “I won’t let your sacrifice be in vain.”

#hermitcraft #welsknight #helsknight #impulsesv #vaunna’s requests

[sunarinexe]

haikyuu boys looking after their sick s/o ♡

ft: oikawa t. , bokuto k. , kenma k. , atsumu m. , kuroo t.

tooru oikawa ~

omg caring boyf!

very lightly scolds you for not looking after yourself, to which you look at him like 😐

boy cant say shit

overall very good at looking after you and knows exactly how to cheer you up!

gets pouty when you say you cant cuddle because then he might get sick :(

it was lowkey tooru's fault that you were sick in the first place. you were supposed to meet him at the school gates after his practice. when you arrived there were a few grey clouds in the sky but you didn't think much of it as you weren't supposed to be waiting that long.

But after about 10 minutes of waiting, you felt little rain droplets land on your head. Not even 5 minutes later, the light rain had turned into a full blown storm. You ran to a shelter, but your uniform was already soaked. You could already feel shivers running up your spine as you tried to dry yourself and preserve your body heat.

By the time Tooru found you, you were shaking from the cold but you're cheeks and forgead were burning up. "y/n-chan! oh god, are you okay? you're soaking!" you were so frustrated with him for taking this long but all you wanted was to go home. you looked up at tooru as he brushed your damp hair out of your face. " i was waiting for your practice to end but you were probably doing extra practice again, weren't you?" you challenged him. tooru's eyes widened and he pulled you into a hug. "come on, let's get you home baby".

As soon as you walked throught the door, you were stripped of your damp uniform and ushered into a warm shower. You felt a little better afterwards but your nose and eyes were still pretty watery and your fever wasnt going down much.

Tooru wrapped you in a blanket burrito for your shivering body and pressed a cool damp cloth against your forehead for your fever. With some of your favourite snacks next to you on a coach and a cheesy sci-fi movie on the tv, you leaned against Oikawa with his arm draped around your shoulder. He patted your head every now and then with the occasional head kiss until you fell asleep.

(side note: he carried you to bed and tried to cuddle up and nap with you, but you woke up and told him he wouldn't be able to play volleyball if he got sick. that shut him up real quick but wouldn't make his pout go away 🥺)

koutarou bokuto ~

would be SO pouty if you didnt show up for school one day bc u were sick

leaving poor akaashi to deal with his slump :(

originally tried to leave school to come see you but you said you would lock your door if he left 🥺

he just wants to help

would literally BOLT to your house as soon as he could

"BABY WHERE ARE YOU?!"

You were woken from your nap to a bang of your front door and Kou shouting for you. However, due to your sore throat you couldnt really answer, so you sort of just waited for him to find you like a puppy. You could hear his heavy footsteps running around the house, opening every door looking for his beautiful s/o.

When your bedroom door flew open, you saw a disheveled Bokuto, his uniform a mess and his hair droopy. His eyes lit up when he saw you and a big grin formed on his face. "BABY! OH MY GOSH I WAS SO WORRIED ARE YOU OKAY DO YOU NEED ANYTHING??" he yelled rushing towards you and jumping onto your bed next to you to embrace you. Not hearing an answer, he looked up at you with some confusion. "Baby?". You sighed and pointed to your throat, indicating you couldn't talk without it hurting. Don't worry because Bokuto is a firm believer that kisses and cuddles are the best medicine for any sickness! He talked your ear off while holding you close, chatting about his day and his teachers and how he landed a killer spike in practice, all the while you hummed and traced random shapes on his chest.

(side note: dont even try to tell kou you cant cuddle because you're sick. this man will NOT listen)

kozume kenma ~

pls he probs wouldnt even notice you werent watching their practice until kuroo or lev pointed it out

that's weird you caught the train to school with him this morning?

he'd text you after practice asking you were you were to which you replied "oh i went home bc i threw up in the bathroom lmao im ok tho 🥰"

he didn't believe you were okay for a second you just didnt want him to worry.

hed stop by a convenience store on the way to your house to pick up some snacks and drinks you like for when you feel better.

and just rocks up to your door unannounced 🤪

"kenma? what are you doing here?" you asked the boy stood awkwardly at your front door. kenma knew he was right, you definitely didnt look okay. you were pretty pale and wrapped up in layers of jumpers and blankets but you looked sweaty at the same time.

without saying anything, he gently pushed you to your bed after shutting the door behind him. he took off his backpack and school blazer and v-neck, laying them on your desk chair. he took out the bag of goodies and his game from his backpack and sat against the headboard of your bed, all without saying anything. you were about to question him again when you were pulled backwards and laid down in between his legs, your back against his chest and his head sat softly atop of yours. gently wrapping his arms around you, with his game in his hand, you watched him play quietly, sometimes asking questions about it which he happily answered and even offered you a go as long as you didnt mess up his score. every once in a while, hed feed a snack into your mouth while watching you play in his lap. <3

atsumu miya ~

this dude turned up at your front door like he did every morning to walk to school with you and samu.

however, when you came outside in your uniform, he immediately noticed you were most certainly NOT well.

mother fucker hoisted you over his shoulder and walked you back inside, all the while shouting to samu to 'cover for him at school'

the audacity of this bitch

after realizing what was happening, you started punching tsumu's back and ordering him to put you tf down. "sorry doll, but i wouldnt be much of a good bf if i let 'ya go to school sick, now would i?". you just went limp in his arms and accepted your defeat.

he took you into the kitchen and sat you on the countertop, giving you a quick peck on your nose before turning round and rummaging around in cupboards to find medicine. after finding the right one, he coaxes you into taking it because apparently "'ya may be his baby but 'ya cant act like one when you're the same age as him" (🙄).

proceeds to try and cook you some nice food but apparently he doesnt share his twin's cooking talent. so he sheepishly orders delivery after you convinced him to give it up. carries you up to bed AGAIN even though you tell him you're perfectly capable of walking up the stairs. throws pyjamas at you and orders you to change while he just changes it to what was supposed to be today's practice clothes, which reminds you to scold him for ditching school. pulls you onto his lap and shuts you up with a kiss. keeps trying to make out with you but you tell him you cant because you're sick. acts SUPER pouty about it but practically chucks you off of his knee onto the floor when he hears the doorbell for the food.

tetsuro kuroo ~

was high-key very worried when you didnt show up at your date as planned.

got scares and ran to your house to see if u were okay

(has a spare key aw)

he quietly called out your name to see if you were there.

not getting a response he cracked open your bedroom door to see you curled up under the covers fast asleep with the curtains closed despite it being 1pm.

after rubbing your eyes to wake up properly, you checked your phone. you tensed up after seeing the time and loads of missed calls and texts from 'tetsu <3'. you slapped your forehead, cursing yourself even though it wasnt really you're fault. you just get extremely tired when you're sick and tend to sleep a lot.

you jumped up out of bed, trying to ignore the dizziness in your head as you frantically searched for some clothes. however, darkness clouded your vision for a few seconds and you fell out cold onto your bedroom floor.

you woke up for a second time to tetsu's worried face and him shaking you awake. you stared back groggily at him. "tetsu... TETSU?!" you cried, your eyes shooting open. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY IM SORRY FOR BEING LATE WE CAN STILL GO OUT RIGHT?". Kuroo looked at you super confused. "kitten, why are you apologising? you can't help that you were sick and no absolutely not we cant go out you're staying here you clearly need rest." he said while picking you up bridal style and tucking you back into the bed covers. "now wait here, i made your favourite, let me go get it before it does cold"

babyed you when he came back, blowing on your food if it was hot and feeding it to you. constantly giving you little pecks. when you finished he put the dishes in the kitchen sink, opting to wash up when you fell asleep again which he was determined to be in his arms this time <3

#oikawa headcanons #haikyuu imagines #kenma fluff #oikawa fluff #oikawa x reader #kenma x reader #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo scenarios #kuroo imagine #kuroo tetsurō #atsumu scenarios #atsumu fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader

[sup-hoes-its-me]

Amnesia (Levi x Reader)

A/N: so my boyfriend and i just watched attack on titan again in prep for season 4 in a few months. We both fell in love with levi all over again so i had to write a little story for our little captain. Definitely angst, and probably ooc bc levi is not the romantic type. enjoy.

word count: 5530

Although he appeared stoic, fearless and unattached in almost all ways, Levi Ackerman had a heart burdened with layers of  scalding emotion constantly burning painful holes in his heart. The loss of a childhood to violence, found-family killed in front of his eyes, comrades falling victim to this unfair world over and over again. He was a hardened man drowning in regret. 

Yet, he could never find himself regretting Y/N. She was a woman of talent and skill, grace flowing through her every movement, despite being a skilled soldier. Her voice, when he first heard it, the words she summoned from deep in mind; he found himself hanging on her every word, watching her every step. He often found himself wondering if she would make a mistake and let down some sort of facade, yet she never broke character. 

To some, she could be seen as ignorant, perhaps too trusting or even a bit self-righteous. She was far from perfect, but to him, for the first time in his life, he couldn’t find a flaw in what he saw. It seemed that he would do anything for her, even when no one knew why. 

And as he lay in his cold bed alone at night, rewinds of old memories played time and time again, each and every night. They ruined his life just a little more each time, driving him near mad.

This night was no different.

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  “Y/N-san, oh my god. Wake up, shit,” Reiner begged the woman who he held in his arms. One second his squad leader was flying through the trees, slicing the neck of a 13 meter, the next she was tossed into a tree, rolling through the branches to the hard ground with a thud, blood seeping into the grass from her head. 

Sasha noticed Reiner hunched over a body on the ground, not having seen her leader fall victim to a titan. Her eyes widened at the blood and quickly went to his side. She nearly passed out at the sight of the woman she grew to know as a family. Reiner was frantic, pressing against the back of her head with her cloak, trying to stop the bleeding.

Tears gathered in Sasha’s eyes, despite having seen death before. “She has to be okay.” The young girl whispered, choking back sobs in her throat. She said it mostly to comfort herself, witnessing deaths time and time before just like this one. Hope just seemed so useless nowadays, just mourning.

He held his hand over her nose and felt soft breaths of air. Relief  flooded through him for just a moment as he gathered her close to him. Her crumbling body was limp, and he felt her arm move in an awkward way, definitely broken. He made sure to support that arm, placing it across her stomach.

“She’s dying, we have to get her to the medics, fuck,” Reiner cried, lifting her delicate body carefully in his strong arms. He hugged her head to his chest, and as he did so, it seemed like pints of blood seeped into his clothes and stuck to his skin. He shot off into the air, but Sasha couldn’t move from where she knelt, body almost limp. 

What if she died? What would they do then? Sasha was pretty sure Y/N was the only reason Levi maintained his temper at times. She was the person Hanji ran to tell about her experiments and the commander's only surviving childhood friend in the corps. Sure, Sasha would be hurt losing a leader she grew to trust, but what about the veteran soldiers. It had been years and years since they met, and they got attached. That’s what happens when everyone else dies and it seems like you just have one another to latch onto.

Dread filled her heart as they returned to the carts and gave Y/N over to one of the medics, who pressed something to her head and popped in one of her dislocated limbs. He was so casual, she thought. Anyone would turn that way working with dozens of injured soldiers every mission. The casualty of it all made it all the more depressing, even disturbing. 

“Will-will she be okay?”

“Hell if I know,” the boy confessed. “But we all better hope so.” Even though he failed to explain, both the cadets knew why.

Soldiers began pouring out of the forest on their gear or horses. Some carried the dead, while some carried pride for what they had done. No one paid mind to that particular medic cart. The medic opened her eyes and observed her condition, but that only made Sasha’s heart sink further. She was unresponsive to touch, just a limp body, nearly dead.

Heads turned at the distinct sound of blades falling to the ground. Levi landed beside the cart after seeing the mop of h/c hair lying in the cart. His eyes flashed to Reiner and Sasha for a moment, seeing the blood soaked clothes and tear-stained cheeks. 

For the first time in years, Levi felt his blood run cold in his veins and his heart to stop beating in his chest. Pain stabbed him in the stomach, feelings of throwing up his breakfast arose. He opened his mouth to say something, but his words got caught in his throat. He gasped for air before muttering hopelessly, maybe to himself or the cadets or even the woman herself lying half dead in the carriage.

“Y-Y/N?”

“Captain-”

His voice was weak, full of pain and fear. “Shut up.” No malintent, just a desperate need for silence among the horses trotting along and soldiers rejoicing the fact they made it out alive. He walked over to the cart and climbed in, his normally firm and strong hands shakily hovering over the woman’s cheeks, gently wiping the blood  from her lips and eyes.

For the first time, the cadets witnessed complete and utter fear and helplessness overtake their captain, the emotions of a broken man leaking past his wall of bravery. 

In that moment, Sasha realized that Y/N wasn’t hers to grieve. 

“Y/N, please…” he whimpered, running his fingers down her wet, bloody hair. ‘“M-my princess, please. I need you, please.” 

“Captain, she’s not dead. We just need to get her back to the wall and-”

“Will she live?”

“I’d stake my life on it, Captain Levi. Don’t you worry,” the medic, one who had only really heard of Levi by mouth, lied through his teeth. He was just a trainee. He had no idea what would happen to this woman, but one thing he did know was that in times of need people need comfort, and sometimes white lies can ease the pain.

_________________________________________

Levi and Erwin stood outside the doctor’s office as Y/N sat inside being tended to by a nurse. The doctor shut the door quietly, and joined the two men in the hall. His eyes were solemn and regretful, not wanting to look up at the two incredibly powerful military forces before him. 

“Why was she acting like that? I thought you said she would be healed by now,” Levi grunted, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“The blow to her head severely damaged her limbic system. I’m truly sorry to tell you, but she’s suffering from retrograde amnesia.”

Levi bit back an indecent curse, as Erwin spoke. “So, she can’t remember anything?”

“She still can function normally, but her memories are gone.”

“Everything?” Levi asked shortly, trying to stay calm. He hadn’t expected this after they’d heard of her waking from her coma. He thought that one month without her was long enough, but now it seemed the situation was much, much worse than any of them anticipated. 

“Unfortunately. She does remember a vague sense of the titans and the walls though.”

“What about people? Friends? Family?” Levi anxiously questioned, almost pleading with the doctor to say that she remembered him. Erwin placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and sighed.  The doctor shook his head, and it only buried Levi deeper in his misery. How could she forget everything? 

How was it right that she could forget the years they spent together but he had to live with the memories, all the emotions unreciprocated? It was cruel for fate to do this to him.

Erwin asked finally, “Is there any chance of her regaining her memories?”

“Perhaps. Amnesia, anything involving the brain really, is a tricky matter. My guess is not likely, but there is always a chance.” He sighed and pushed up his glasses. “Would either of you like to sit and talk with her? Being around familiar things can boost memory in patients.”

They walked into the room calmly, and the woman peered up at them, a small smile gracing her lips. Levi felt his heart jump to his throat, and he had to swallow down his feelings. She was rightfully so the most beautiful human being to ever walk within the walls. Her smile, seeing it for the first time in so long, it made him so happy. If only this was a happy scene, though.

"Ah! Finally some visitors. All I've seen is nurses and doctors for the past what? Five hours?"

“”Hello, miss Y/N. I am Erwin Smith, the commander of the Survey Corps as well as your long time friend.”

“Really? How did I manage to be friends with someone so distinguished?” she laughed, but in all seriousness, she didn’t know. “They told me I was a great soldier, is that true? If anyone would know, it’d be you.”

“Great soldier, but might I say, greater friend.”

Her cheeks turned just the slightest bit of pink at the compliment. She smiled at her blankets. “Thanks. Hopefully I get to meet more of my old friends soon. Seems to me like I was quite popular.” Erwin nodded, moving to sit down in the chair beside her bed, revealing Levi behind him. The man was quiet, his eyes dancing around the room without meeting her gaze. “I’m guessing you’re a friend too-”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Levi-” Erwin started, but Y/n cut him off.

“They told me about you, Levi! Humanity’s strongest soldier, even better than me,” she laughed, sending him a playful wink. He winced at the sight of her smiling at him, her cheeks just a bit red from happiness. When she winked, he thought he might drop dead right there. Her beautiful eyes, the sparkle that they always held; he wanted them to be his again. “The nurse said you would visit me every morning and night while I was in the coma.”

“Yeah. Do...do you remember anything else about me?”

“Not right now, but the doc says I can get them back at any time.” Always so positive. If only he could think like that too.

The shorter man took a seat at the edge of her bed, staring down at the ring around his finger, twisting it back and forth. The gold was dull by now, he hadn’t polished it in a few months. Her eyes caught sight of the ring and she held back her questions about it.

“So, your name is Levi…”

“Ackerman.”

“Hmm, I see. And we were good friends?”

“Partners.”

She raised a brow, turning her head to Erwin, who nodded to assure she was assuming the right thing. He was certainly a handsome man, but she couldn’t see how someone so bubbly as her could be with someone so serious and quiet. He didn’t even want to make eye contact with her.

Y/N leaned over the edge of the bed to grab a small drawstring bag. “The doctor put all my belongings in this bag. Let me just..” Her swift fingers rummaged around for a few seconds before they enclosed a small, smooth piece of metal. “I’m guessing this is from you, huh?” she asked, pulling the sparkly ring from the bag. 

They had her look through her bag earlier to see if it would spark any memories, to no avail. Yet, she remained curious about the ring. 

“It’s very beautiful, thank you for giving it to me. Do you want it back while I’m-”

“No. Please,” he paused, taking a deep breath. He found himself pleading a lot more than usual these days. It was just sad. “Can you just wear it?”

She slipped the ring on her finger without hesitation. “Of course. I’m sure I loved you very much before the accident, Levi.”

Loved. That’s right. She didn’t love him anymore. She didn’t even know him. 

“Were we married?”

“Practically, but there’s no time for a wedding with our work schedules.”

“I see. Well, it’s nice to meet you again. Hopefully we can become close again soon.”

He frowned, nodding towards the ground. How could fate be this cruel to him? He stood up from the bed and left the room before anyone could stop him. This whole thing, seeing her, it was too much for him. He didn’t want to see her the way she was, and it broke his heart.

That day marked the single worst moment for Levi, above all else. Losing the love of his life.

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Five months later, and a lot of shit happened. But of course, Y/N still couldn't remember anything. He couldn’t do a thing but sit around bitterly, knowing that his lover was lost to him. Others tried to tell him to build their relationship again, but what was the point in that? Their love was built on circumstance: on the wall breaking, on the missions they protected each other, on the nights they spent talking about everything and nothing by the stables.They could never get that back, the same love she once had for him was gone.

He spoke to her, but he didn’t go out of his way to find her, to speak to her. He would rather keep to himself, and if that made him come across as harsh and cruel, then so be it.

He still felt the urge to protect her, the need to maintain what they once had, how he felt for her. He still protected her as if his life depended on it, and he would walk to the ends of the Earth before he saw her die. Yet, he couldn’t be sociable and comfortable like before.

That morning he woke up as usual, got dressed, went about his day, headed to the dining hall for dinner, and ate in silence if not for curses under his breath as he watched the love of his life talk it up with Erwin and Hanji, laughing and smiling as if he wasn’t right there. He knew Hanji could sense his eyes trailing to them with every sip of his tea, and she sent him a sympathetic look. 

The woman felt for her friend and comrade. For 6 years, she witnessed the pair fall in love despite trauma and differences they had. She was there countless times to see Levi lay his life on the line for her, and Y/N do the same for him. There was a change in Levi from the moment those two became friends to the very last day they had together. It made her sad. Love didn’t feel real without these two being there for each other.

Erwin wasn’t as adept, but he saw the pain in humanity’s greatest soldier. He loved Y/N, having known her since they attended training together. He was amazed she lived this long as well, having lost so many soldiers and friends along the way. She was different now. Lost in her own mind half the time, and unreliable on missions. 

But they had to keep waiting. Doctors, the best the walls had to offer, told them the chance of her memories coming back to her were close to zero, but not quite. If there was even a chance their friend would remember them some day, it wasn’t worth abandoning hope.

“Y/N, I totally forgot to tell you. You and Levi need to go check the horses. I think I left the stable door open, I’m not sure, haha,” Hanji rushed to say, wiggling her brows at Levi. She pushed Y/N out of her seat and stacked her plates for her to take to the dishwashers. “Sorry, but it’s just got to be checked.”

“Why does Levi have to-”

“Because you shouldn’t go out at night alone, obviously,” she explained, but stupidly. A soldier couldn’t go out on their own base alone. Y/N nodded obediently, but she really didn’t want to go, especially with him. She twisted the ring on her finger absentmindedly as her friend rushed her to exit the dining hall. Levi followed, but not without sending a twisted glare at the squad leader.

Y/N kept ahead of him, walking briskly as to get the job done quickly. Levi already knew she wasn’t happy going with him and that she generally disliked him. 

It wasn’t until they got to the stables and saw that the gates were in fact closed, locked up, and all the horses were as they should be. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me? She sent us out here for what? Her own amusement?” Y/N said, her voice raising just a bit. She was angry, just enough to put a lump in Levi’s stomach. Before the accident, she never got angry with him, or anyone else. She was just happy to contribute to the cause and help anyone she could, even if the task was as trivial as checking the stables. Y/N would have been happy to take a walk outside at night with Levi. 

In fact, they stood in the same spot they would hang out at night under the stars time and time again. He stared at her now, and wished to god that he could go back in time to when she would cuddle and kiss him under the moon and the stars here. He wanted her to tell him silly stories about her day, and then lean over and pepper kisses to his neck and his cheeks and his nose and call him her baby.

But instead, she hated him for everything he was worth.

“Y/N, Hanji didn’t-”

“Oh, would you just shut up?” she rolled her eyes over to him, her fists clenched at her sides. “You’re literally my only problem right now, You, my supposed lover. Everyone tells me stories about how you loved me, how we fell in love even, yet you treat me like absolute horse shit.”

“Would you just-”

“Would I just what? Continue to pretend you’re not an absolute asshole? You ignore me, you avoid me, you tell people that you miss me, yet you won’t even bother to make an effort? How can someone who loved me so much act this way?” the woman yelled furiously, glaring at him. The sparkle in her eyes vanished the longer she spoke, the longer she was with him.

He grit his teeth for a second trying to keep himself under control, but he couldn’t stand it anymore. “You are the one that’s ruined my life, don’t even try to act like your life is so hard.”

“How dare-”

“In case you didn’t know, you are the only thing I have left. I’ve lost my family, seen hundreds of people die around me. I found you, my sweet and kind princess, the woman I would kill and be killed over. I opened myself up to you, to the idea of loving you, despite what little time we all have left, despite the risks that come with caring about someone.”

“I’m still the same person-”

“No, you’re not. You just fell in love with me, I didn't need to try this hard. It was natural that we come together after everything we had been through. When I thought about the day I would lose you, I expected you to die and for us to bury your body and for it all to be over. I could move on knowing I did everything I could to protect you and love you,” he gasped for air, so angry he forgot to breathe. His eyes burned into hers which were slowly widening, lips just agape. He took a deep breath and continued, “Do you know how much it hurts to see you walking around, talking to people, knowing that you are right there for me to touch and love, yet you will never love me again, not the way it was? Do you really, Y/N?”

“Levi...I’m sorry.”

He rubbed his face with his hand, covering his eyes in shame. He didn’t mean to be so emotional, to make a pathetic attempt at forcing the blame on her. “Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything for it to be this way. You’re just living like anyone else, I’m the one wallowing in my own misery. I’m the one that should be sorry.”

“I know. I-I want more than anything to remember everything. I want to remember you and how much you loved me like everyone says, like you say. I just...I don’t know how. Levi, I’m so sorry.”

He let his arms fall to his sides limply, not having anything else left to say really. “Even though you’re right in front of me, I miss you,” he whispered. “I just miss you.”

Y/N stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him into a gentle hug. He tensed for a moment before falling into the hug, wrapping his arms around her shoulder and neck, pulling her form as close to him as possible. He missed her touch, her warm hugs by the stables. He would never say he missed the little intimacies, that was too much for him. Yet, these moments fueled him to wait for her, as long as she needed.

“Maybe it will never be the same. I’m sorry for that, Levi. I want to be friends with you. I long to know what the old me saw in you for so long. I wish I remembered what happened to spark something between us. I know it’s all still there somewhere, whether we have that history or not.” Silence from him, just faint breaths against her shoulder. “But it will be okay.”

It’ll be okay.

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Six months after she lost her memory, six months of feeling like a burden to the corps, Y/N stood outside the castle with a few of the cadets and Hanji, watching as she tried more experiments on Eren. She leaned back against a tree and shut her eyes, taking in a breath of the fresh air. So much had happened over the past months that she nearly forgot she lost her memories all those months ago. Wall Rose was sealed, the titan shifters had left for the time being. It seemed like everything was at peace, or that time was just standing still.

In the middle of the peace, the sunlight shining down on her and her friends through leaves in the trees, through the warmth of the summer sun. her mind seemed to piece itself together, if only parts. Her world shifted together once again.

Flashbacks played over in her mind, one after the other, hundreds of memories flooding in so quickly. She stumbled forward a few steps, pressing a hand to her lips to hold back her gasp. Hanji hadn’t noticed as she was too focused on Eren, but Jean gave her a particularly strange look after noticing her.

“Y/N-san, you good?” the boy called to her.

Thankfully, no one noticed except him, and she just waved him off. “It’s nothing. Just have to go to the bathroom.” As she walked away, more and more memories flooded into her head, not everything. She felt millions of tiny pieces of her story were missing here and there, but she could remember enough.

Memories of her mother and her father in her childhood house. Memories of school, cadet training. Erwin, Eren, Hanji, her squad, the titans, the expeditions, her favorite foods and stories and books. 

But most of all, she remembered Levi.

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The night was soldiering on, yet Y/N could not sleep. Her stomach churned every few moments and she felt a headache coming up at the same time. Something had been bothering her for the past week, actually, make that the past few months. She was a seasoned soldier, yet she was letting emotions cloud her mind. Her exercises were coming up short and clumsy, and she had a hard time focusing on paperwork or the commander’s orders. 

The only thing on her mind was a man, particularly short with a sharp tongue and the abilities of a godly warrior. It had been two years since she met him, two long years of fighting and struggling to live amongst the chaos ensuing. He was her only source of hope and light in this cruel world.

Slowly, she rolled out of her bed and wrapped herself in her blanket, leaving the room and shutting the door silently. She didn’t want to wake anyone else for them to ask what she was up to long after midnight. She stepped down the hall carefully, keeping her head hung just a bit. In hindsight, she shouldn’t have been scared at all. She knew just as well as he did what they were meant to be. It was obvious to everyone. 

Yet there were always variables. Death was inevitable, no one lived to die of old age anymore. They were busy beyond belief, always rushing around to get things done, fight titans, protect the people of the walls. It was high stress, which didn’t leave much thought for anything else. She had the mind to think about everything but her priorities, unfortunately.

She walked across the yard in the cold night to the men’s barracks, definitely not where she was supposed to be. She could probably be in a bit of trouble with Erwin if someone snitched on her, but her consequences wouldn’t be dire.

And as she approached the room, her body tensed. It was so quiet in the night that she could almost hear the sound of her heart beating ferociously in her chest. Softly, with the tips of her fingers, she knocked on his door. When he didn’t answer, she could only laugh to herself, of course he couldn’t hear her weak knocks. 

She was just so scared. Maybe if he didn’t answer the door, then she could forget all about this and never confess what she was thinking. 

Gathering some of that Survey Corps courage, she knocked a little harder on the door. Rustling sound from in the room, and the woman cringed, shutting her eyes and taking a few quick breaths. It would be fine, she assured herself. It’s not that big of a deal.

When the door opened and Levi looked into her eyes, rightfully confused, she lost all her thoughts. The hours she had spent rehearsing what she wanted to say were thrown out the window.

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?” he whispered, his eyes sliding to check down the hall left and right for anyone watching. 

Her mouth opened, lips opening and closing like fish. He took her wrist and yanked her into his room, shutting the door behind them. 

“Is something wrong?” he asked, still holding her wrist in his iron tight grip. Y/N shook her head and sighed, turning to look at the wall instead of him. “Don’t tell me you had a nightmare or something-”

“Levi, I love you. I-I don’t know how else to tell you, and Hanji said outright was the best way and...well, I don’t know.”

“Love?”

“Yeah.”

“Stay with me tonight?”

Her face turned to stare at him incredulously, her cheeks turning an all-telling pink. “What?”

“I anticipated this, to be honest. You’re very emotional.” He crossed his arms, trying his best not to lose his cool composure like she had. He’d gone to the same evil scientist for love advice about Y/N a month before. His heart felt like it would explode, and his cheeks were threatening to turn red and his palms to sweat. But he would remain cool. Y/N was always the one to be open with her more embarrassing emotions. Coolly, he replied, “Hanji told me you would do this, and then she told me to tell you to stay the night with me.”

“Hanji...that double-crossing bastard.”

He rubbed a hand over his eyes, feelings of drowsiness still running through his head after just waking up. “Listen, I just want to hold you and fall asleep so stay with me.”

It only took a second to think it over before Y/N nodded. He walked over to his bed, scooting over to the side against the wall so she would have room. They had tiny beds, almost cots, but thankfully being a captain warranted a slightly bigger one. She sunk down into his bed and rolled over to face him. His sheets and pillows smelt so clean and new, just like his clothes did every day. It was comforting, and she felt the smell lulling her to sleep.

“So, the feelings are mutual?” she finally asked, although her answer was already quite clear.

Levi just sighed, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close to his chest. “Always so stupid.”

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“Levi?” Y/N asked as she entered the man’s office without even knocking. She was practically bouncing with each step, energy bound up inside.

He didn’t bother peeking up from his desk, just checking more things off his paperwork. “Yes, Y/N?”

She didn’t really know what to say, truthfully. She could only stand there for moment, and think herself so stupid for not remembering him. Looking back on how she acted while she was recovering, how she acted like a stranger to him for so long, and now that seemed ridiculous. They had history. Thousands of moments that she forgot. 

Without thinking much else, she bluntly said the only thing on her mind, “Stay the night with me.”

He lifted his eyes from his paperwork, narrowing his brows. “Excuse me?” 

“You said that the first time I told you I loved you. You-You were too nervous to actually tell me you loved me so you said that instead,” Y/N rushed to say. “I remembered.”

As Levi looked up at the woman he loved, the one he never stopped loving this whole time, he noticed the sparkle in her eyes had returned. Her cheeks were dusted pink and she looked out of breath from excitement. He didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t expected this, and honestly he never thought he would hear her recall those times again.

“I remember you. Not everything yet, but I remember being in love with you. I remember how you loved me.”

He stood from his desk to walk over to the woman who was overflowing with so many words and thoughts and emotions that he thought she might burst. He rested his hands on her cheeks, bringing her eyes up to meet his. He could see, for the first time in forever, the way her eyes shone with love and affection for only him. She brought her hands up to rest on his, heat rising up to turn her ears red. 

Even though they were practically married before, she felt anxious and embarrassed being so close to him and touching him again. It was like she had just fallen in love again, a giddy young woman with so much ahead of her. Levi touching her, it made her feel something again. His warmth radiating onto her chilled skin; it was all she needed to go crazy.

God, did she miss having these feelings. The feeling of being in love is one of the most pleasant mankind has ever felt.

“Levi, I’m back.”

“God, I missed you. I really fucking missed you.”

And as she wrapped her arms around him once again, feeling his heart beating against her ear, she remembered what it felt like to be Y/N. A woman who was loved and important, someone with a history of good deeds and hard work. It was worth waiting six months, just to feel this bliss once again.

They would be together as long as they had left, and every minute would be cherished. War would come. Deaths would surface. But at least they had the present.

#attack on titan #aot #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi oneshot #levi reader insert #aot imagine #aot oneshot #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan one shot #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyoujin #levi ackerman x reader

[sweet-potatoq]

ok i really wanna dive into this xicheng gymnast au ive got going on because its self-idulgent a really cool idea and ive been really interested in gymnastics recently (little angst bc im a weak bitch)

here are jiang cheng, nie huaisang, wei wuxian designs; ill add more as i draw

so jc, nhs, and wwx are popular rhythmic gymnasts and are a fan favourite in the fandom (?)

jc loves the ribbon but can also do club and rope; nhs does ball, ribbon and club; wwx can do all five (ribbon, ball, hoop, club, and rope) but he likes doing hoops the most

the three of them are pretty close since they have time to chitchat at the small louge area for resting; theyre also often called the powerpuff girls (ppg) since they wear red, green and purple (ik bubbles is blue but just roll w it)

jc has a no. 1 fan, like the biggest jc fan ever, and its a famous musician, lan xichen; literally his social media is filled with jc photos, fancams, and videos (sometimes he posts selfies with his jc merch that me probably made on his own)

ppg knows about lxc and teases jc about him so much

"did you see his face lighting up once it was jc's turn? he even brought a handmade light up banner for him omg"

jc is both flattered and annoyed (mostly because he gets teased a lot for it) but every gift lxc gives him (read: yeets on the floor) is treasured

its mostly bouquets of lotus flowers and teddy bears (there are times when he throws heavily a box safely wrapped in thick bubble wrap and tons and tons of tape and inside is just cute bracelets, necklaces and rings)

secret: jc wears it under his clothes and costume

secret secret: it sometimes comes out and lxc screams about it on twt

anyways, one day at a competition, ppg makes a bet that if jc gets a score higher than 18 in ribbons, then he has to go to lxc and ask him out

jc is torn bc he really wants a high score but is too shy to ask lxc out

spoiler: jc gets a 18.5 and now he has to approach lxc

jc's too shy to do it in person so he reaches out thru twt and dms him a

"hey uh i know ur like a big fan and i appreciate ur gifts but sometimes they look expensive anyways can i treat u to dinner to compensate"

LXC FREAKS OUT AND MESSAGES EVERYBODY HE KNOWS

lwj: do it, nmj: coward accept it, jgy: once in a lifetime opportunity, fucking do it pussy

spoiler #2: lxc accepts and jc takes him to a nice restaurant on a nice night out

its super awkward at first but once lxc takes over the conversation (mostly gushing about jc's techniques and routines) they find a nice flowing convo

"i had a great time" "me too!! im honoured to have had a dinner with my idol" "gay panic"

jc and lxc keep talking thru twt dms until they finally exchange numbers

"huan-ge" "CHENG CHENG 😭🥺💖"

they eventually go out again, and again, and again, until finally lxc gets brave and asks him out ON A DATE!!! as if the other hangouts arent dates 🙄

now theyre B O Y F R I E N D S ~ ✨

but secret bc jc is still new to everything and is lowkey overwhelmed by it, lxc agrees and does his best to make jc more comfortable and make him feel loved

they do fight over how jc's still being cold after months of dating and the fact that their relationship is still a secret doesnt help AT ALL

after numerous fights about it, lxc breaks and unloads all of HIS insecurity

"ive been feeling like ive forced you into this relationship, that my love and adoration for you made you feel as if you needed to compensate for that like how you did when we first went out. you've been cold and reject my affection and it hurts me even though i know you've said that you're just not used to it, but jiang cheng, we've been dating for 8 months now and i was so sure that by this point you'd be more comfortable. i love you a-cheng but i feel like you dont love me back."

something in the lines of that but you get me right?

ANYWAYS lxc keeps his distance from jc and jc does the same bc shit he feels bad that he made lxc think and feel that way

ppg notice that jc has been acting weird and asks him abt it and jc opens up to them about his relationship with lxc and ppg just go from 👁️👄👁️ to 😬☹️😞 because yikes

nhs and wwx obvi helps him brainstorm ideas as to how to apologize and show lxc that jc truly loves him the same way but theyre so busy with training and practicing for finals wHEN SUDDENLY NHS GOES

"what if... you dressed... in a blue and white costume... and wore the gifts he gave..."

BOOM jc gets the same costume from his routine tailored in white and blue and gets a pearlescent ribbon, shining blue to purple and wears pretty cloud earrings and replaces his zidian ring with a matching cloud ring

he goes to his finals in that costume AND ALL HIS FANS RIOT

"holy SHIT jc is wearing blue???" "what happened to the old costume??" "its the same one but in blue??" "hes so handsome tho"

lxc is obvi there at the finals because he is first and foremost, jc's no. 1 fan

nmj and lwj are with lxc bc lxc needs emotional support, and with the added bonus of jc's beautiful costume and accessories, he just LOSES it and cries on the spot bc hes a softie

jc performs his routine, gets an unbelievable high score and wins a gold medal (deserve) and on the podium, he asks for a mic and tells the whole fucking world his feelings for lxc

"ive been dating lan xichen, my no. 1 fan, for 8 months and its been the best 8 months of my entire life. its been a secret to everybody we both know because i was too scared to say something, too scared that everybody would reject it and judge us. but now that i realized it has put a strain on our relationship, it made me think. why should i worry about this? why should i be scared? why, when i have him by my side to support me and love me? im so sorry huan-ge that ive made you feel unloved and unwanted because i do love you. i love you so fucking much and it hurts me that you feel this way because of me. i hope that you're here somewhere in the audience to hear this, maybe not since we're not okay, but know that ill do better. ill let myself love you wholy and freely from now on if you'll let me."

cue jc crying and lxc also crying (harder) and probably the whole world crying with them even lwj lets out a tear or two

cue cue lxc fucking jumping out the barracade, fall on his ass, running towards the podium, tripping and landing on his face, standing up and limping, then tackling jc and almost making them fall over bc lxc is chaotic like that

cue cue cue lots of crying and hugging and screaming from the audience and probably the medical team rushing in because holy shit lxc did that and jc is still hitting him for almost dying??

social media fucking blows up with numerous photos of jc, videos of jc's speech, photos and videos of lxc and jc and loads of support messages for the two of them

it ends with lxc posting numerous selfies of him and jiang cheng being lovey dovey with a really cheesy caption that probably goes like

"HE HAS NO RIGHT TO MAKE MY KOKORO GO DOKI DOKI" or "i love one (1) man and its my boyfriend- oops i meant fiance"

the end sksks theres other couples in this like wangxian and nieyao but really minor so i didnt put them in BUT how is this story? is it worth writing out? or is it ok as is?

#love this au #so fucking much #it needs a bit work here and there #but thats the basic plot #kekfjykjc #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #xicheng #lan xichen #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #lan wangji #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #jin guangyao

[tellthosewithpowersafeintower]

Ramblings About What I Loved In A Live Production of Newsies I Had The Chance to See

I loved! Everything this cast did so much I'm so thrilled I had the chance to see it

Three's The Day was real with this cast okay

There were several times I had to twist my head away freaking out because I was like this is my ship and holy heck I'm too gay to handle this

It was very gay

OKAY so I’m going to ramble about Three's The Day stuff that made me so happy and excited and if you don’t want to listen to that feel free not to read

This is very lengthy

Okay. So it opens with the Santa Fe prologue and Crutchie got up and I immediately adore him

The ladder is like on the right end of the penthouse and Crutchie's climbing down before he tries to reach up to grab his crutch and slips

Jack pushes Crutchie's crutch into his chest and just seemed so panicked and worried about him

Jack blows a raspberry at the streets of New York and giggles and I died inside

He made the funniest voices and faces and was just so playful and cute I can't

Jack and Crutchie sing directly into each other's faces during Santa Fe prologue and always looked like they're about to lean in and kiss

Crutchie just looks so adoringly across the rooftop to Jack the entire time he's singing

Crutchie starts crying a little after the "watch me run" instead of just his face falling and tries to hide his face bc this is Jack Kelly and he can't let Jack see him cry and Jack just runs over and pulls him into a hug and rests his hand over Crutchie's heart and sings so tenderly to him

The transition into Carrying the Banner is great

The towers were so cool! They had to hook/unhook little door things to connect or wall up the areas and it was really cool to watch

Their Race is so fun

Albert just goes about his activities like it was the easiest flow in the world and grabs Race's cigar so fluidly as if it was part of his routine and Race becomes so indignant

He shrugs a little and like "that's fair" when Albert told him he'd steal another

All the boys are just so cute through the whole explanations

Albert just gestures like his brain exploded and "duh! That's so obvious" after the whole "any banker, bum, or barber"

In Carrying the Banner Jack does these little wiggles and shuffles around at the front of the stage with the boys and it was lovely

After the boys scoff and turn away when Crutchie starts singing about his personality Jack runs to him and is super supportive and sweet and pats and hugs him and they were both so smile-y and sweet

Jack was constantly swinging or dancing in the background when he was watching the boys

Crutchie hands Finch his slingshot before he ran up to sing his line

Specs blows a raspberry at the Delanceys and pulls faces at them when they chase after Jack after he knocks them around for going after Crutchie

Wiesel mostly stays Center Stage and yelled out to the boys from there to go where both of the Delanceys have the papes

Davey stops by Crutchie to count his papes and Crutchie is sneaking looks from behind his papers like "oooh what's this?" about Davey

Jack is the one who gets Davey's last paper and crosses to give it to him

After he gets his papes (all 20) he tries to jet for the exit as quickly as possible

He gets stopped by Crutchie talking about Jack and still seems to want to get out of there as soon as he can

Davey shakes his head a little when Les fake cries and sniffles to look sad

Les lights up when Jack goes to spit shake

His jaw just drops and he gasped a little like whoa, we can do that?! He looks so gleeful

It was baby's first show beyond small community theater and he was SO SO AMAZING I ADORE HIM

I'm so sad I can't remember some of the smaller things he did bc I love him

Crutchie is the first one to greet Davey and shakes his hand while Jack starts talking to the other boys and their expressions were just. The sweetest. Davey's little shy smile is the first expression he's shown really beyond like a hand on Les's shoulder and a little protective glance

Les has a limp when he goes up to sell a pape and is fake crying and he doesn't drop it even for a few seconds after she's walked offstage

Jack runs across stage to him and is so thrilled

Davey lingers as far back on stage as he can in most of the scenes

Jack's delivery of "I said he heard it right here and he did" was so great

Davey starts to walk off stage when Les blurts out "doesn't everyone" and Davey fumbles to try to explain to Jack why they're there when he crosses back

Jack panics and Davey immediately is on his heels following without hesitation no matter how much he's seemed to want to get out quickly

When they're running from Snyder Jack guided the Jacobs up the stairs in front of him before going after the cop to try and keep them safe

He shoves the cop back and ran up the other side of towers before Davey and Les meet him in the middle of the balcony thing in Medda's theater

I loved Medda!

Les like

Wiped his arms and hands ALL up and down Jack's painted set in the theater for a while before asking "you pictured that?"

Davey looks a little overwhelmed when the lights came down in the theater and flinches slightly but when he started watching Medda he became really invested and it was cute to watch

Medda's voice is deep and rich and she sung so gorgeously

She interacted with the audience and was just so amazing

Jack stuck around from back on the towers behind her balcony trying to see how Kath reacted to his drawing

Jack and Crutchie are like always chest to chest or hugging or touching at least several times each scene

One of the boys yelled "that's-" and then tries to do the math for what 60 cents per hundred would mean after they see the headline

Davey stays as far back from the boys huddle as he can and is pretty far away when he says "you mean like a strike" and Jack's head just snaps up

Davey keeps talking but seems a little flustered and is trying to keep as much space as he can

Crutchie limps over to Jack as quickly as he can after nominating him president and Jack wrapped an arm around his shoulders and they grinned at each other and it was the sweetest thing

After the boys start talking and gathering close together Davey hovers at the edges like he doesn't know what to do and backs as far off the stage he can muster before Jack asks him "Davey?" and he looks so visibly uncomfortable like he doesn't know how to interact

Davey slowly stepped up onto a stack of newspapers as a few of the boys darted over and gathered around him

He was so happy to be included in the pats and lingering hugs with the newsies and it was the cutest

Crutchie's so excited to beat people up at that one point in World Will know and frantically thrust his crutch in the air for emphasis and stomped and flung his fist a little after they said he couldn't like "dangit I wanted to beat people up with my crutch"

Davey starts doing smaller little motions and sometimes getting really into the dance like the other boys and it was great to watch

Jack climbs up to write Strike on the board and Davey stands with Les like downstage right away from the rest of the boys singing sneaking looks up at him

When Jack said Davey would go to Brooklyn Davey went, "Me?" And he kind of slumped and his voice went whiny "I have to do it?" Like Jack don't make me interact with people

Jack and Crutchie brush hands almost like they wanted to hold each others' but didn't have time/oh wait we can't do that right now

Crutchie was so sweet in all his scenes

He was constantly chatting with the other newsies and sitting next to them

Kath starts going up the stairs before Davey says they should save any exclusive for a real reporter and Jack starts nodding before Kath spins around and is like "Do you see anyone else giving you the time of day?"

Jack was so excited all the time

He never stayed still

He constantly swung down from the railings and kicked his feet in the air when he was really happy

He jumped up and down and stomped when he got emotional

He pounded his arm over his chest rapidly and gestured a lot and all the little quirks were just SO WELL DONE and made my heart so happy

Crutchie was the sweetest friendliest boy who constantly was talking with the newsies and gravitates to Jack always

He darts between Jack and Davey visibly on stage like he couldn't decide which one to go to during a lot of the numbers scenes and they were all just really sweet with each other

Katherine was so cute

Her voice went really high and it sounded like she changed what she was going to say halfway through when she said Plumber

She did this like sassy type thing during Watch What Happens and got really frustrated with her writing and did a whole bunch of gesture things that are a Writing Mood

She was so pretty and her voice was gorgeous

She just gestured angrily with the paper she crumpled up after she yanked it out to try to start the article fresh

She posed like she was going to fight when going through Watch What Happens

I really wish I remembered more but I loved her!!

She was rapid typing when she was wheeled off stage

Davey tries to talk to Race or Albert but he's so nervous he can't talk and stammers and runs over to Jack asking him to tell them because he can't

He starts singing Seize the Day immediately after being told and is so awed like "whoa I did that"

Davey's voice was really deep and when he went to sing Seize The Day I swear my heart stopped

Davey stammers at the start and someone snorted before he gets traction in courage and went on

Davey goes to Crutchie around "You're still our brothers," and their faces were so close and they looked so adoring

And then Jack joins them and they all look at each other and kind of hug/drape their arms around each other and sneak looks while singing

Their "and we will fight for you" is for each other okay

Jack and Davey and Crutchie were constantly drawing close to each other and were just super tactile

And then when they go into the next Seize the Day's

Davey and Jack are nearer to the front of the stage with Les tucked in front of them

Jack wraps his arm around Davey before Crutchie joins them and then he has an arm around each of them and the three of them sing and sneak glances at each other while the rest of the newsies sing on the other side of the stage

Crutchie was READY to throw down with the scabs and looks so disappointed when everybody else has to stop him from going after them

When Les said "Please?" he was up on the cart with the newsies and Specs ruffled his hat and the other newsies reached out to him and it was adorable

Davey looked so startled and touched when he glanced back and saw that the newsies were singing after him in Seize the Day

Davey runs up to join Jack in the dance line without prompting and they both were just super sweet

Davey glances over to watch Jack when they were running the line trying to make sure he was doing it right/follow

Crutchie stands by the curtain and was so bouncy and cheerful for the boys

When Jack was running off stage after they did the line stomp and paused for a second by Crutchie who was so bouncy excited for them being like "You okay boo"

HOLY HECK THE DANCERS WERE SO INCREDIBLE BEYOND WORDS

The boys come on to do their fancy flips and twirls and they did so much on stage everyone was screaming

Jack and Crutchie stand by each other back on the pillars during the dance break and dork off sneaking looks at each other

They're so happy

Davey is behind Jack and Crutchie and grins a little

Crutchie and Les tear the paper and Crutchie only got a tiny corner

When he and Les walk off they're talking and I couldn't hear but it seems like yeah kid, you did it! good job bud

Jack and Crutchie are constantly on each other

Tommy Boy? Or whoever spun so many times KICKED UP PAST HIS HEAD after he did the spins

Davey seems so animated and expressive and so happy for himself when he starts dancing when he never seemed to have the courage to go all out in the other numbers before

They all pose and Crutchie comes on and he is just such an expressive boy okay

Jack is the last to notice the bulls because he was really happy and faced to the crowd and he sort of faded out like "what? What's happening?" and he turned to the boys and saw the bulls

They all just throw the papers and none of them really hit anyone but they are all trying okay

Davey got so beat up in the fight

Everyone did

Poor Jack was just knocked everywhere

Davey got pinned by a Delancey and beaten on the cart and only got away by chance bc the bull showing up and hitting Romeo was a surprise long enough for him to get out

He had to stop a bull from snagging Les

The bull pinned him to a wall and started beating him

He got away and hid behind a cart with Les and he looked so agonized when Crutchie was getting beat because he couldn't leave his baby brother alone like this but that's Crutchie

Jack looks so hurt and terrified and when he starts screaming for Crutchie I couldn't even

When Davey ran with Les he looked so unbearably guilty and Jack's expressions... There are not words for how easily they could rip the heart out of your chest okay

I have seen the fight scene so many times

Never live

But this one felt so. Much. Worse

Everyone was getting knocked around and hit so many times (a lot more than they seem to in live) and it was so chaotic and helpless and it was devastating

Jack sounded like he was trying not to sob when he was breathing when he made it to the penthouse and he threw the door open to pace

He stopped where Crutchie was crying at the opening

Santa Fe

There are no words

He paced the penthouse and he was so emotional

I swear you could just see a lifetime of that weight and tragedy and abuse and this man just SHOWED ALL OF THAT that he hadn't lived in a few minutes

His emotion just blew me away

At one point he reached up to the spotlight like it was the moon so big and yellow and stretched his hand out like they were the stars and it was just beautiful

Near the end of the song he turned his back and it just felt several times like he was seeking for Crutchie expecting him to be there but he WASN'T THERE

He hit that note and held it for a long time and it was so gorgeous

When the curtain slowly went down Jack stayed there devastated and unmoving without twitching until the curtain was all the way down, maybe even a few seconds after

Davey seems really awkward in the start of King of New York, I couldn't even find him from where he was in the corner of Jacobi's

Race is so amazing

He was so dramatic with his gestures and I adore him

His the world is your erster is great and he just kept his cigar in his mouth and drew it into his hand to give them a long disapproving look before repeating himself

Specs glances over his shoulder to make sure with Davey he got the word right and Davey is so gleeful excited because he finally understood something

Les is the one who battled one of the newsies in the spoon-fight esque thing

After he did he ran back to Katherine and jumps up on the table by her. Les is so excited and she is telling him "yeah?" And it was the cutest thing

Davey looks so thrilled whenever Les did anything

Proud big bro

Les just seems SO SO EXCITED when Davey was getting more expressive and becoming happy as he spent more time with the newsies

Les and Davey were constantly goofing around together, more in later scenes because Dave was growing more comfortable

Letter From The Refuge broke me

You do not understand

They started wheeling the bed on with Crutchie folded over and his bruised eye and bleeding

And this kid started singing and I died

He hunches over mostly so you can't see him and he quietly set the paper aside to sing out at one point

The only time he seems happy and excited is when he sounds so entranced and adoring singing about the penthouse and Santa Fe with Jack

One of the boys hits Crutchie's bad leg to get him to stop during Letter From the Refuge and one of the boys smacks him upside the head

Crutchie breaks down sobbing which is when he barely manages to get out "damn this place"

He's trying to scrub tears away when he's saying "I'll be fine"

His voice grows (and holy heck this kid can sing) when he's begging for Jack to tell the others to take care of each other

He grabs the paper in time to try to write his farewell

They had a flickering candle (not sure if it was a cool effect battery powered one or something) that he blew out and the stage immediately went dark after

Jack looks like he wants to flee after Davey enters but Medda gives him a Mom look

Davey dropped the bottom half of the paper and did the cutest little laugh grin after above the fold and it WAS SO PURE

His delivery of the we're inevitable line was SO GOOD I don't have words

You could just see the slow shift in Davey's mannerisms as he grew more confident in himself and it was so so gorgeous

Davey whacked Les with his hat after the "and then he died" like Les that isn't polite people talk

Jack becomes super tense when Kath and Les show up

He grows more and more panicked and jumpy and he had a very visible bruise on his face

Davey's voice sounded like it broke after Jack talked about Crutchie

Jack made these little side to side head nod tilts as Davey was singing behind him trying to explain that they had them all scared

Davey and Jack sang into each other's faces like Jack and Crutchie did at one point in Watch What Happens Reprise

Katherine and Davey just shared these little looks

They held hands for a moment after they got Jack to listen to them encouraging him to come join them before he hops up next to Les

Katherine was really kind to Davey and I would die for their little friendship interactions

Katherine and Jack and Davey and Les all stood together like a proud family and then Jack and Les and Davey played around for a little near/after the end of the song

Jack was so goofy and fun in the office and he loses it when Snyder goes in

He looked so terrified of Pulitzer especially when he shoved right into his face and was snarling about the Refuge and went rigid and I was left wondering if Jack was bracing to be smacked hhhng

He was yelping and shuffling and trying to keep the Delanceys from touching him when they were guiding him away

Brooklyn's Here was amazing!

So many red colors

Everyone was up there on ‘the bridge' and Spot was so expressive and all the Brooklyn boys were great to watch

Spot posed and folded his arms and tipped his chin up on the ending note of the song

Spot pumped up the audience until everyone was screaming and then silenced us

He started the chant of Jack and Davey looked so panicked

Davey's voice is high and really fast when he steps into the center of the rally incredibly stiff and says "Newsies of New York!"

He like squeezes his eyes shut and winces for a second

And he gasps and glanced around a little looking so terrified and awkward and anxious and stammering before he gets into his speech

The boys start yeahing and cheering

By the end Davey looks so proud of himself as he gets more into it and is yelling words and looks so freaking accomplished

YOU DID IT YOU BEAUTIFUL CHILD

Davey stammers so much

Davey constantly stuck at the edges of the stage at first (even in KoNY) and seemed to really struggle with understanding interactions

But he's proud and happy and speaking up at the end and my heart was so happy beyond words

Then Jack comes in

Kath snuck in to stand on the balcony by some of the other borough's boy at some point

Davey looks so happy! He's watching Jack and smiling and then things twist and there starts to be quiet dissent until everything falls apart

Davey is the first one stepping up and protesting because Jack turns to him first

All the boys were yelling and Davey was right there like "Jack no!"

Davey literally put himself between Jack and Spot who was trying to hit him and then all the other boys after the Bowery Speech when everyone was yelling and lurching towards Jack to guard him with his own body

He was like no you aren't touching him okay I love him

Les got knocked to the floor by Jack after he got the money in the chaos and Davey looked so heartbroken before he grabbed Les to get him out of there

I think Jack made a little choking noise and didn't even have time to shout Davey's name

Jack was so tense and rigid when he made it to the penthouse

He seemed so terrified and it TORE MY HEART OUT OKAY

He froze for a second when Kath kissed him like for a second he hadn't made the connection and still thought he was about to be hit or just had been

Les was the most adorable child ever

He was so intense and did everything he could to be with the newsies and it was wonderful

This kid was so vividly expressive okay

Kath made a voice to imitate Les and Davey looked so offended for a split second like 'don't insult my baby brother'

Davey puts a hand on Jack's shoulder to slow him and looks so hopelessly gone when he says it's good to have him back again

Jack got so flustered and stammered for several seconds "Shut up"

Jack grabs Davey's collar and they leaned really close together when they were excited during Once and For All and they were both gleeful and excited and looked like they were going to pull into a kiss

Jack squeezed Davey's shoulders and grinned at him when he was walking past him behind the printing press

Once and For All gave me so many chills

Jack went to spit shake with Davey and it's the first time Davey does it back

They lingered for a minute just giggly and in awe and staring at each other softly. Jack looks like he doesn't want to stop or move away from each other when they had to go opposite ways on the stage

They both end up on opposite towers on the ends of the middle row closest to each other

Jack reached out to Davey as soon as he was near enough to reach him when their two pillars were being pushed together and pulled his arm around him when he was close enough to do so in their Once and For All's

In Once and For All Jack and Davey just touched whenever they could

They sang so emotionally to each other and looked so in love

Jack just… pelted into Pulitzer's office and slammed the paper down on the desk

When he flicked the money back it bounced off Pulitzer's stomach and landed on the desk and it was really funny

Davey didn't even flinch going up to Pulitzer

He might have glanced at Jack once in the exchange

Jack just watched where he was lazing having fun on the chair looking so smug and proud

Jack got up to go to Davey and say "Cause guys like Joe don't talk to nothings like us" and it broke my heart a little but he and Davey just shared a really touching look

The light on the stage is red in Pulitzer's office and it cast really cool shadows!

The newsies came in along the aisle to sing Seize the Day up to Pulitzer's office and I noticed when they were creeping in and I was so happy

Les was sitting on one of the newsies shoulder's holding up the sign they had for Manhattan

They all did an awesome stomp in time for chanting Seize the Day

Jack was about to spit shake and then he realized it was the governor and just stammered before shaking his hand

Davey tried to whack Jack on the chest after he ran back to Davey after talking to the Governor and Davey looked really confused like he wasn't sure if he was doing casual pats right siaifaj

Davey shakes his head and starts speaking like he isn't going to leave Jack until Kath goes to get him and Katherine held his hand when he was freaking out

Jack gestures to his heart and waves and smiles at them before they exit

He had a super deep mocking voice and for the "compromise we can all live with"

Davey swung Les around in the air when they'd heard they won

Race took his hat off in respect for the Governor when he entered like "your majesty"

Davey blew a raspberry from across the Square and did the weird thumb on nose finger wiggle thing Jeremy Jordan does in Live at Jacobi's making fun of Snyder after they see he's arrested

Davey jumped like a foot in the air in joy when he saw that Crutchie was back with the happiest expression ever

Davey looked so proud after Crutchie sent Snyder away

Crutchie blew a raspberry in Snyder's face after cuffing him and hit him with Snyder's back with his crutch on the exit

Davey ran to Crutchie as soon as he could and hugged him really tight and even when they pulled back they were grinning and stayed really close and kept holding onto each other

It was beautiful

They were just giggly and excited and chattering when Jack comes down the stairs

Davey's face just dropped when Jack started talking about leaving for Santa Fe

He looked so in love with both of them all the time okay

Davey did say "Sand storms" and Jack chuckled a little and it was precious

Crutchie and Davey were like on either side with Kath like in the middle behind Jack if I remember correctly and Crutchie just looked so in love

Jack finally ran and pulled Crutchie into a hug after "we're a family" and didn't let him go for probably longer than a solid minute

Crutchie and Davey went off together to get their papes and they were so dorky and playful

Davey barely stops touching Crutchie

Crutchie didn't care how badly his leg dragged when he was excited to get places and I just... Adored him

Les slowly side-walked towards Jack and Katherine when they're talking at the finale gaping at them and it was HYSTERICAL

Davey!! Was so good! He showed so much emotion and growth and I loved seeing him go from the smallest little expressions to how engaged and goofy he was in King of New York and how ecstatic and tactile he was when he was with Jack and Crutchie again

They hugged so many times and my heart died

Jack just lit up the stage every second he was on

I absolutely adored their Crutchie beyond words

Crutchie was the best thing ever and I would die for him

He was so great

Davey always seemed confused

I have said it before and I will say it again

All Davey Jacobs are Confused Davey Jacobs

This one was no different and he did SO WELL

Crutchie was always expressive and sweet

He leaned in to check on one of the boys in the wagon

His expressions never ceased to bring joy in the entire show

My friend thought Les fell into the live orchestra for a minute bc he vanished

I don't think he did

I hope

The ensemble and swings

I have no words

They did so many incredible flips and spins and dance moves

Davey did a high kick at the end!

One of the dancers dropped their cap and rolled it up their arm and it was INCREDIBLE

I don't know if it was planned or not but I absolutely adored it

All of them deserve appreciation and I'm so sad I couldn't watch all of them individually

All the boys did so many precious little gestures

They all did so great

I don’t have words for how much I adored having the chance to see this it was incredible

#newsies #newsies the musical #theater #theatre #musical theatre #musical theater #disney newsies #disney's newsies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacob #crutchie #crutchie morris #les jacobs #racetrack higgins #specs #specs newsie #three's the day #jackcrutchie #javid #jackcrutchiedavey #threes the day #jack x crutchie x davey #newsies production #theatre production #I adored this so much #and I have pictures? with the newsies? I LOVED THEM THEY WERE ALL THE SWEETEST THINGS EVER #crutchie x davey #cravey #davey x crutchie

[tornadoofcreation]

Some Non-Angsty Lloyd Headcannons

Bc my boy deserves happiness and I don’t have the mental energy to keep studying for my AP tests

- he’s super pale so when he blushes it shows. he gets easily flustered, too so he’s always bright red

- He also sunburns super easily. He could literally walk outside for 5 minutes and he’ll be sunburnt

- When he was a kid, if the ninja ever did anything to him, he would fake cry very loudly until they apologized and promised him something in return to stop crying before sensei found out

- His broken leg from season two healed with the golden power, but when the overlord drained it and he gave it away, the healing kind of stopped. Because of that, Lloyd has a slight limp and favors his left leg

- If he’s weak, injured or stressed it’ll start hurting again.

- He’s a perfectionist and needs everything to be perfect. This often results in him practicing the same one move over and over and over until his body physically cannot do it anymore or until it meets his standard of perfection. (usually the first)

- The other ninja tutor him after he left darkly’s. Jay does math and physics, Kai does literature, Cole does history and Zane does biology and chemistry. He actually gets a regular education when there’s no imminent threat

- Speaking of education, Lloyd is horrible at math. He tries really hard but it just doesn’t click in his mind, especially when variables are introduced. This combined with his perfectionism are a horrible combination

- He and jay have so many starfarer marathons and go to cons together as often as they can. They’ll have detailed, analytical conversations about every episode and comic

- His favorite candy flavor is strawberry or strawberry kiwi. He also loves sour flavored anything

- He absolutely cannot handle spice. The ninja make a game out of giving him different foods to see if he can handle it.

- Yells “do it for the vine!” When he or anybody else is about to do anything stupid

- Only plays the role of “responsible one” on missions, otherwise he’s a wreck with the rest of them

- He and Kai have a million random inside jokes that nobody get. Because of this, they’re not allowed to stand next to each other during training. They’re a “distraction to yourselves and everyone around you,” according to Wu

- Is a really weak reader, but the others do teach him

- His best subject is English/literature

- Lloyd loves cats (and dogs) and uses his green ninja privileges to pet literally everyone’s dogs

- Lactose intolerant

- He will never get over that fact that people consider him their hero. He doesn’t exactly feel deserving of it and it’s a surreal feeling

- He plays the violin. He was required to pick up an instrument at darkly’s and he vaguely remember garmadon playing the violin for him when he was young, so he picked it

- Once he began living with the ninja, Cole started to give him piano lessons

- Loves gentle rain, but absolutely hates storms

- Will cuddle with literally everyone. At first, he was really hesitant because he didn’t want to come off as needy, but after the others assured him that it didn’t make him a burden, he began to take every opportunity to hug and cuddle the others

- He always initiates a group hug after every mission, regardless of how small

- Holds his friend’s hand if he ever feels uncomfortable in a situation

- Really, really shy. Because of that, he hates giving public addresses. He’s very awkward meeting new people and fans too

- He loves hugging fans though

- He’s really self conscious and hates wearing revealing clothes

- He also hates photoshoot and tries to avoid them at all costs. He sometimes sends Kai instead as a joke. Both Kai and Lloyd are 100% okay with that.

- Is the absolute shortest on the team, standing at 5’1.

- He loves Kai and Nya to death and would fall on his katana for their happiness and wellbeing

- He Looks up to both of them so much and they’re the first people he goes to if he has a problem

- He’s super ticklish and the others take total advantage of it

- Hates celebrating his birthday and wants it to be a really small affair

- Sleeps with so many pillows and stuffed animals and needs to be hugging something or someone while he’s sleeping

- He Hates being the center of attention

- Sends so many memes on the ninja group chat. 90% of them are cat memes

- Hates coffee and tea

- Has Years of fatherly affection to catch up on so after he gets garmadon back he’s literally always with him, hugging him, getting piggyback rides from him and just being with him in general

- Has a really close relationship with Mystaké, even before season 8 and had a complete mental breakdown when she died

- He often went to her shop in the wake of garmadon’s death

- Literally always cold so he spend 90% of his time in a blanket burrito and

- He makes a point to Tell his brothers and sister that he loves them every day

- Knew Nya was samurai X before anybody else and helped her make the suit

- He often has late night talks with Nya and Kai where they just sit on the deck of the bounty and get whatever they need to get off their chests

I hope you like them!! Some of them are slightly inspired my @speedythecat and @lloydskywalkers ‘s amazing art and fics! (I hope you don’t mind me tagging you; I wanted to give you the credit you deserve!) Please check them out!

#lloyd garmadon #lloyd montgomery garmadon #lloyd ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago: master of spinjitzu #tlnm #lego ninjgao movie #kai ninjago #ninjago kai #kai smitch #ninjago jay #jay ninjago #jay walker #nya smith #cole ninjago #ninjago cole #cole brookstone #ninjago zane #zane julien #sensei garmadon #lord garmadon #sensei wu #master wu #wu ninjago #tlnm lloyd #tlnm kai #tlnm cole #tlnm jay

[side-effect-of-the-meds]

Major angst and general pain warning. Rape mention. Blood mention.

I got an ask regarding Fem!Jean and I will be addressing it soon, but first, we need to talk about Riko. So... here’s that + the start of Jean’s bit.

So let’s start with her sexuality. She’s a lesbian but she doesn’t talk about it. 

Not anymore at least. 

The second Nathania Wesninski stalked into the Raven Court, Riko knew she wasn’t ‘normal’. All the girls on t.v. kissed boys. They all stayed up late talking about boys. They swooned whenever one of them smiled at them. Riko did all those things too but never about boys. Only about Nathania. Late at night, she’d lay awake gushing about how amazing Nathania was while Kevin tried to drown out the sound of her voice with his pillow. 

She was so pretty. Riko felt her heart swell when Nathania’s icy eyes thawed and her crooked smile broke out across her face. Nat’s fiery hair matched her fiery temper. All her life, Riko had lived under her uncle’s rules. Don’t do this. Don’t do that. Don’t touch that. Don’t go there. Don’tDon’tDon’tDon’t

Nat didn’t care. When Tetsuji said don’t touch the racquets, Riko watched as Nat waited for him to turn his back before racing over to the stand. Clambering onto the sofa, Nat turned to look at Riko. Pressing a finger to her lips, she turned back and reached up for the racquet. She dragged her hand across the length of the stick and tugged at the netting. Rolling up to the balls of her feet, Nat pressed a kiss to the joint where the head of the racquet connected to the handle. Just before Tetsuji could turn back, she hopped down and raced back to Kevin who was staring at her, his mouth wide open. He smacked her across the back of the head and scolded for directly disobeying The Master. Nathania scowled him. Seeing Riko still watching her, she gave her a wink and a smile. Riko thought she was going to die then and there. 

In the two years Nathania spends at Evermore, Riko’s feelings only intensify. She finds herself tripping over her own feet and running into walls because she’s too busy staring at Nat to watch where she’s going. 

Riko ends up watching some rom-com with Kevin, Nat, and their newest addition to the court: Jean!!!!

She sees a lesbian couple that gets one scene in which one of them kisses the other on the cheek when she catches the bouquet at the main couple’s wedding. 

Riko is shook. 

At practice the next week, Nat stops Kevin in an impossible move and Riko is starstruck. She runs over and hugs Nat close. When Nat pulls her helmet off, she looks so pretty. Riko can’t stop herself from pressing a rough kiss to Nat’s cheek. Nat is shook for half a second, before laughing and returning Ko’s kiss with one of her own. If Ania had stayed at the Raven Court, she and Riko would have been a thing and Riko would have been incredibly soft. 

Here’s where things get bad tho. After Nat left, The Master grabbed Riko by her hair and dragged her into his office. Jean stood paralyzed while Kevin banged frantically on the door, Riko’s pleas and sobs ringing through the locker room. Riko couldn’t walk right for the next few days. Neither Kevin nor Jean could discern why. All of Riko’s bruises had been on her upper body. There had been a few running up and down her neck, scratches over her back, and bruises on her wrists and hips. None of those should have inhibited her from walking. 

Back then, none of them had understood what The Master had done to Riko. A few years later, the three of them heard the word rape for the first time. The man on the t.v. provided a fairly in-depth explanation of it.

“How could someone do something like that to another person?” Kevin asked, horror painting his face. Suddenly, he gasped. When Jean turned to see what had happened, she had to stifle one of her own. Riko had gone several shades paler than usual. Her limbs trembled as tears poured down her face. 

“That- that’s what he does to me,” she whispered, pointing at the screen. “That’s what Uncle does to me.” In between her sobs, Riko explained to them what her uncle had been doing every night once the others fell asleep. Jean and Kevin knew he called Riko from her room every night but they had never once thought this was why. The Master was trying to use ‘corrective’ rape to ‘fix’ her. All Jean and Kevin could do was sit and stare. It took everything in them to hold their own tears back. Seconds, minutes, hours, days passed once Riko finished. None of them knew what to do. They couldn’t tell anyone. Who would believe them? 

“If- if you’re fixed, will he stop?” Kevin asked finally. 

“I’m not broken!” Riko cried. 

“If you pretend to be straight, will he stop?” Kevin amended. 

“I- I don’t know. Maybe?” she replied. 

“Then maybe you should just pretend,” he said softly. “Just for now. After we leave, you can do what you want. You’ve just got to pretend for… ten years?” 

“That’s a long time,” Jean whispered. 

“It’s all we can do,” Kevin insisted. “We’ve spent our entire lives pretending to be fine. What’s one more secret?” 

“But how?” Riko asked. Silence engulfed the three of them. 

“You could try kissing a boy,” Kevin offered. “Reyes isn’t all bad.”

“No. I don’t want him getting any ideas,” Riko snapped. 

“Then it has to be one of us,” Jean said. Riko looked between the two of them, a frown furrowing her brow. 

“It’s just pretend, right?” she asked. 

“Just pretend,” Kevin replied a little too quickly. 

After a moment’s consideration, Riko agreed. She picked Kevin as her ‘boyfriend’. From that they on, she held his hand and pressed chaste kisses to his cheek when The Master was watching. Their act worked perfectly. Maybe a little too perfectly. Somewhere along the line, Jean realized that Kevin wasn’t pretending to love Riko. Whenever she walked past, Kevin couldn’t take his eyes off her. When she brushed against him, he leaned into her touch. Kevin had caught feelings and he had caught them hard.  

 From the moment she and Kevin started dating, she began to shut herself down. Feelings had been the source of all her pain. If she didn’t feel, she couldn’t get hurt, could she? Jean watched as her best friend started to cut away all the bits and pieces of herself that made her Ko. 

Jean is trans and she’s amazing and I love her. 

Riko might have cut herself off from most of her feelings and desensitized herself but she still is soft for Jean… sometimes. 

Jean comes out to her and Riko is in pain. She doesn’t understand but she supports her bc Jean supported her. 

Jean can’t change her name to fit her gender identity because then Ichirou will find out and God only knows what he’ll do to her. 

And so the nickname, Jeanie, becomes a thing. 

Jeanie is close enough to Jean that Riko can deny any wrongdoing. Jean wishes that she could just change her name and fully lean into her gender identity but Riko will just look at her and Jean will shove all her feelings down. 

They tell Kevin and he agrees to call her by the nickname too. They also privately refer to Jeanie with ‘she/her’ pronouns because they know it makes her feel better. Most of the Nest is set up so that the dorms are separated by gender. Kevin and Riko’s are an exception because Tetsuji wants Riko to keep her eye on her pet. Jeanie ends up crashing there most nights so she doesn’t have to face being in the men’s dorm. She only ever uses the bathroom in the dorms because they’re private. The changing room is just something she has to deal with and she hates it so much. 

When Kevin leaves, Riko officially breaks. He promised he’d protect her from Tetsuji. He swore he’d always be by her side. When he leaves, Riko is convinced that he’s abandoned her. Jeanie can only watch in horror as Riko’s deterioration increases exponentially. 

She’s torn. She’s glad that Kevin left because he had to. Tetsuji broke his arm for nearly showing Riko up on the court. Riko had been treating him worse and worse too. She had never raised a hand at him but Jeanie knew she was manipulating him. She deprived him of touch and cut him up and used him to get whatever she wanted. It hurt Jeanie to watch all of it. They were her best friends, her only friends, and they were tearing each other apart. 

Also, Kevin isn’t innocent. There were so many times when Riko tried to break things off with him. He’d shrug and nonchalantly suggest that maybe it was better if Tetsuji went back to treating Riko like a blow-up doll. >:00000 

Truly despicable 

Kevin’s gone, Riko is in shambles, and Jeanie has never felt more alone. 

Two months after Kev’s flight from Evermore, he showed up as Palmetto State as the new assistant coach. Tetsuji is furious. He had beaten Riko black and blue when Kevin had first run but this was something else entirely. Jeanie had walked into The Master’s office to hand over some reports and found Riko bound and gagged with her face buried in the couch cushions, her uncle above her. The Master threw Jeanie out and locked the door. Jeanie banged on the door, kicking at it but it wouldn’t budge. She collapsed outside the door sobbing. An hour later, Riko hobbled out of the office. She was covered in bruises and one of her eyes had swollen shut. Her clothes were in tatters and she was limping. She grabbed Jeanie by her hair and dragged her back to the dorms. Riko didn’t speak for the rest of the month. She wouldn’t leave her room for the next seven months. 

Jeanie didn’t leave Riko’s side in those seven months either. It wasn’t wise to leave a pregnant woman on her own. 

The birth of Cleo Moriyama was Evermore’s best-kept secret. The team assumed that she was Kevin’s. They were wrong. Cleo was an abomination. She was the daughter of Tetsuji Moriyama. Since Riko found out she was pregnant, she had lost all feelings. The birth of Cleo gave her back only one: hate. 

Jeanie was horrified. Riko had wanted an abortion but Tetsuji had refused. As a result, Riko had only hate in her heart for her daughter. Cleo is left to cry all night and starve to death for all Riko could care. Jeanie spends her third year of college juggling school, practice, and a baby that isn’t even hers. 

On top of everything, Riko has no emotions. None. She looks at everyone and everything with a dead, hollow-eyed look. A thousand-yard stare. In front of cameras, she always manages to slip her ditzy facade on but she doesn’t keep it on any longer than she has to. 

Riko is picking fights left, right, and center. She’s always brawling on the court. No one interferes because it’s Riko. 

The first flicker of emotion that Jeanie sees is at the discovery of Ania Josten’s true identity. For the first time in nearly a year, Riko looks excited. A brilliant smile splits her face and tears flow from her eyes. 

“Oh, Nattie. How I’ve missed you, my love,” Riko whispers as she drags a hand across the screen of her laptop, paused in the middle of one of Ania’s interviews. Riko turns to Jeanie. She races over and grabs Cleo out of Jeanie’s arms. “How would you like to have two mommies, Cleo? Oh, I’m sure you’ll love your new mommy. Such a pretty face. Such a dirty mouth.” There’s a crazed glint in Riko’s eyes and Jeanie feels her blood run cold. It’s the same glint she used to see whenever Riko ran her blades over Kevin’s skin. It was the same laughter that rang through the halls when Kevin sobbed beneath the sting of her blade, parting his skin, carving into his flesh. 

The banquets occur and Ania comes to Evermore. 

Jeanie wants to grab Ania by the shoulders and shake her. She wants to scream at her to get out. She wants to help her run but she’s too afraid of what will happen to her and, more importantly, Cleo if she does. Instead, she does her best to help Ania keep up. It’s hard especially when Ania is so dead set on pissing Riko off as much as possible. Ania refuses to accept Jeanie’s help either. She shoves Jeanie away and does the exact opposite of what she’s told. She hasn’t changed a bit since she was a child. 

Since the birth of Cleo, Jeanie has had her own room that she shares with the baby. It’s right beside Riko’s room. Jeanie finds herself waking in the middle of the night to the cries of the baby and the screams of Ania in the room next door. Riko is undoubtedly cutting her up just like she did Kevin. IIt’s Cleo or Ania. You can’t save them both, Jeanie thinks to herself as the tears slide down her cheek. She rocks Cleo in her arms, wishing the baby didn’t have to hear the horrors of the room next door. One night, however, the pleas she hears sound familiar. Pressing an ear up against the wall, she hears Ania begging for Riko to stop. She hears Riko demand that Ania love her. Jeanie leans back puzzled. It takes a few moments for the pieces to fall into place. She’s out of her room and kicking down Riko’s door in a matter of seconds. Ania’s handcuffed to the bed, naked. Riko is kneeling above her, her own shirt off. Blood coats everything in sight. 

This is the final straw. Jeanie grabs Riko by her hair and throws her across the room. She undoes the cuffs on Ania’s hands. She carries her to the bathroom and cleans her up. Ania doesn’t seem to be all there. Instead, she sits quietly as Jeanie does her best to clean the blood off her and dress the wounds. 

She packs Ania’s things and grabs Cleo and drives them to the airport. She calls Renee before the three of them hop onto the first available flight back to South Carolina. 

Wymack is already waiting for them at the terminal. His eyes widen at the sight of the child in Jeanie’s arms but he doesn’t question it. He drives the four of them back to the team nurse’s home. Jeanie explains what happened at Evermore and, after some prodding, reveals the truth about Cleo. Abby is trying to contain her tears. She offers to watch Cleo while Jeanie sleeps. Jeanie hesitates but her fatigue wins out. She hands Cleo over and falls asleep the second her head hits the pillow. 

Jeanie hides out with the foxes, waiting for Riko to come and take her back. Not once do they call. Instead, Renee’s adoptive mother has forced Evermore to open an investigation into the Ravens. It’s only a matter of time before the Ravens fall.

Jeanie’s story will pick up from her arrival at Palmetto. 

#fem!andreil #fem!jean #erin minyard #ania josten #the foxhole court #the foxhole court au #all for the game au #all for the game #all for the gay #tfc au #aftg au #rape mention

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Gladio is a cuddly papa bear

Okay so long story short, I got stuck on another prompt and stressed myself out about it, then I procrastinated on it for like...a month or two before I decided to toss that one out and move on (it wasn’t a bad prompt, it’s just a trope that’s different from my usual stuff). Hopefully I’ll get a few more of these done over the next couple of weeks, because I won’t have a lot of free time to write longer stuff.

Other ficlets

Final Fantasy XVChocobros BroT4 with some Gladnis (bc of who I am as a person)SFW1,129 words

Throw Your Arms Around Me

“HeyIggy, have you seen th-argh!”

Prompto’ssudden, petrified shout had Ignis whirling around, his grip on thekitchen knife going from ‘chopping vegetables’ to ‘ready toreallyruinsomething’s day’ in a split second. Of course, he relaxed as soonas he saw Prompto sprawled across Gladio’s lap, a pair of tattooedarms wrapped firmly around his waist and Gladio’s face buried inthe junction of Prompto’s neck and shoulder.

“Ah,”was all Ignis could say, reaching behind him to set the knife downwhile laughing gently. Despite the fact that they’d become fastfriends, Prompto hadn’t yet been around quite long enough to learnto read Gladio’s moods, especially the days when it was best tostay out of arm’s reach.

Unless,of course, one wanted to spend up to an hour or so trapped in a bearhug.

(BetweenNoctis and Ignis, it usually wasn’t hard for Gladio to find someonewho didwantthat).

“Iggy,what’s happening?” Prompto said, sounding vaguely scared. Igniscouldn’t exactly blame him, not when he’d suddenly been draggedinto Gladio’s lap, and so Ignis walked over to run his hand throughGladio’s hair.

“Someonetendsto let his stress build up without working through it properly, andthen he just...needs a hug. But of course he sometimes refuses tosimply ask.”

“SoGladio’s not, like, broken?”

“Oi,”Gladio said, his voice a little muffled from where his face waspressed against Prompto. “I’m right here.”

“He’sfine,” Ignis said, affection colouring his voice. “Or rather, hewill be. It’s usually Noctis or I who does the honours, though, soif you’d like to switch…”

“It’sactually kinda nice,” Prompto said, going visibly limp as herelaxed back into Gladio’s strong hold. “Oh,but you’re okay with this, right? I don’t wanna...you know…”

Laughingsoftly again, Ignis bent down to press a kiss to the top of Gladio’shead before looking up, his glasses glinting in the firelight. “Areyou planning on stealing my boyfriend?”

“No!”Prompto yelped, his eyes going wide.

“Well,are you going to sleep with him without us discussing it first?”

Prompto’ssecond “No!”waseven more strangled than the first and Ignis had to take pity on him,sweeping Prompto’s hair back from his face before dropping a quick,soothing kiss to his forehead. Prompto went bright flaming red at thegesture, and Ignis could see Gladio giving him a lookoverPrompto’s shoulder.

“ThenI’m okay with this,” Ignis said, patting them both on the headbefore returning to his cooking. “Just call out if you need abreak.”

Igniscouldn’t fault Prompto for his worries, but there was no need forhim to be concerned. His and Gladio’s relationship had always beena little strange, the very nature of their positions meaning that itoften felt like their relationship had a third participant. They wereboth a little too close to Noctis, a little too dedicated-emotionally at the very least, if not physically.

Ignishad more than enough trust in Gladio not to worry about him huggingthe only person who was as close to Noctis as they were.

Peaceand quiet reigned while Ignis finished up dinner, the stew almostdone when Noctis came traipsing out of the tent, obviously realisingthat Prompto had been gone for far longer than he’d intended.

Ignisnodded a greeting before going back to the food, although he waslistening closely as the sounds of quiet scuffling gave way towhispering.

“Becareful.”That was Prompto.

“Iknow what I’m doing.” Noctis,obviously.

“I’llskin you both if you break my chair.”Thatcertainly seemed worthy of Ignis’ full attention, although thistime he quickly put the finishing touches on the meal before removingit from the heat and turning around.

Ofall the things he’d been imagining, seeing Prompto and Noctisattempting to share Gladio’s lap had certainlynotbeen one of them. Clamping a hand over his mouth to hold back thegiggles that immediately tried to escape, Ignis took a moment to calmdown before attempting to speak.

“Noct,are you surethatwas the smartest thing you could have done?”

“Excuseyou,” Noctis said, managing to sound regal and haughty despite thefact that he was awkwardly perched with two other men in a singlecamping chair. “My Shield, my hugs.”

“That’sdefinitely not a rule,” Gladio said, even as he made no move toextricate himself from the pile of limbs he’d found himself under.

“Idon’t know about that,”Ignis said as he put a hand on his hip, cocking it to the side alittle. “His Majesty seemed to be quite fond of Lord Amicitia.”

“Gross,Iggy,” Noctis said at the same time as Gladio made a disgustedsound. On the other hand, Prompto looked awed, the expression healways got whenever the King and his retinue were referred to likenormal people instead of godlike figures to be revered.

“Regardlessof whether or not the Shield’s lap is crown land, you both need tofind your own chairs while we eat.” Turning away to plate the food,Ignis smiled to himself as he heard twin grumbles from Noctis andPrompto as they left Gladio’s soothing embrace.

Feelingwarm and amused, Ignis had let his guard down and so he nearlydropped a bowl full of stew when Gladio’s arms suddenly wrappedaround his chest, Gladio’s skin as warm as one would expect fromsomeone who had been sitting by a fire with two men in his lap.

“Ifyou’re feeling left out,” Gladio murmured into Ignis’ ear, hisbreath tickling sensitive skin, “then you can have me all toyourself tonight.”

“Iassure you, that’s not a problem,” Ignis said, turning inGladio’s arms and pushing the bowl into his chest until Gladio tookit from him. “Now eat, before they decide they’re cold and try toshare your chair again.”

BeforeGladio could leave, though, Ignis leaned up to press their lipstogether in a long, sweet kiss that left half their audience groaningwhile the other half wolf-whistled. Eventually pulling back, Ignisreached down to squeeze Gladio’s bare hip. “And I’ll be holdingyou to that.”

“Yougot it,” Gladio grinned, walking away and messing up Noctis’ hairon his way back to his seat. Noctis squawked angrily while Promptolaughed and Gladio shoved a truly disgusting amount of stew into hismouth, and Ignis found himself clutching his prep table for supportas his shoulders shook with laughter.

Hereally did love all of them, regardless of whether it was romantic orplatonic, and he certainly wasn’t going to complain about themseeking affection from each other.

Hewas just glad that they were happy.

#Final Fantasy #Chocobros #Gladnis #Ignis Scientia #Gladiolus Amicitia #BroT4 #FFXV #Fanfic #Ficlets #1000 Follower Fics #Anonymous #Answered

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Dating Would Include: Octavia Blake:

Requested by Anon. Includes: Octavia Blake x Reader Request: * Dating Octavia Blake would include (if it hasn't been asked yet)?

Note: I got carried away??

Delinquent:

not understanding what was going on when you were sent to the dropship

when you land on Earth, you're terrified, as expected for someone who was launched in a metal pod, away from your family

when you get out of your chair and climb down the ladder, you see HER

not believing she has a brother, like everyone else, but not saying anything, like the other delinquents did, without knowing all the facts first

Bellamy probably wouldn't trust you to be near her like the others (cue the 'scary, protective, big brother mode' that activated so fast, even the Flash got whiplash from it)

joining Clarke and the others to find Mount Weather and trying to save her from the water snake

rolling your eyes at Finn and Octavia 'flirting'

helping her walk on her injured leg

not knowing what you feel for her, considering you've literally just met

but it's something different

you don't feel the same way for her as you do the others

which freaks you out a bit

Octavia noticing you trying to keep your distance for the next couple of days

as her new best friend (you had no choice, but you didn't complain bc you got to spend time with her without coming up with a lame excuse like you would have had to do otherwise) she crossed her arms over her chest, limped over to you and cornered you in your tent to ask what the hell was going on

having to tell her it's nothing (that's what you say)

but it's somETHING (that's what you don't say)

Octavia watches you closely, glaring, before nodding

which isn't a good sign bc now she's up to something

becoming more quiet and distant when she is with Atom

trying to show that it doesn't affect you is a lot more difficult than you first thought it would be tho

catching Octavia's glances at you while she's with him and she gives you a strange look when you look away from her quickly

even when she flirts with Finn, you go from your normal personality or being quiet, avoiding eye contact with her

when Lincoln comes around, you give up all hope

still being her best friend

she goes to you for everything

everything she can't say to someone else (mainly Lincoln)

if you were taken to Mount Weather, the damn samurai herself would take on every single Weatherman alone to make sure you were okay

after Lincoln was killed (fuck you Pike) you wouldn't leave her side

she'd become cold towards everyone

even you sometimes

but you gave her space because that's what best friend do (*this was typed with gritted teeth and a forced smile as if everything was okay*)

when she's ready to talk, you're there for her, 24/7, rain, snow, sleet, and shine

one day, after everything, she just suddenly acts differently

with no warning

like a switch just went off

as her best friend, it was normal that she held your hand, rested her head on your shoulder, hugged you tightly, etc

but suddenly? It's different

Octavia doesn't say anything, she keeps to herself most days anyway

but Ilian (I love my farm boy, I still cry) notices, as does everyone else, but they don't say anything?? (Why?)

sometimes you'd just catch people watching the two of you closely, trying to figure out what it was that was different

you tried doing the same but it's difficult to think of anything but the way Octavia looks when she's near you

or her goddamn smile

her laugh

the way her eyes would squint as the corners of her lips tugged up until she was grinning, lightly hitting your arm as she bit down on her tongue to stop herself from laughing at one of your many corny jokes (the only kind of jokes I'm relatively good at that aren't dark and make people worry about my mental stability… I'm fINE)

one day, Indra has had enough

she corners you (like the mother bear she is) and asks you what was going on

you're just as confused as she is

Indra leaves it at that

then, one random day following on from that, when you're about to go to bed, Octavia knocks on your door

you open it, about to ask what was wrong when she pushes you back in the room, closing the door behind her

"Octavia? Are you okay? Is something wrong?"

"Just shut up."

Octavia pushes you back again until your back hits the wall

she grabs the collar of your shirt and pulls your lips down to hers

the taste and smell of alcohol comes from her body, she obviously tried drinking whatever it was that was bothering her away

trying to think about what was happening, and why, you gently push her away and ask quietly,

"Octavia?"

"I need to feel something."

when you woke up the next morning, Octavia was lying next to you under the covers, fast asleep

with wide eyes, you lay your head back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling

when she wakes up, she rolls over, laying her head on your shoulder while her hand goes to grab yours

you say nothing

neither does she

after a few minutes, she sits up

your natural 'kicked puppy dog' looking eyes watch her before she kisses you again

stunned, you lay there as she gets dressed, leaving you alone in your room

"I'm so whipped," you mumble with a groan as you roll to the side with a huge grin tugging at your lips

still having absolutely no clue what brought on her behaviour

for the rest of the day, Octavia can't seem to stay away from you

brother bear sits opposite you, outside, and stares at you, glaring, the only time Octavia is away from you while she gets something to eat

"Hello?"

"What did you do to my sister?"

"Nothing."

"You better hope it's nothing. My sister—"

"—Your responsibility. I know, Bellamy. I'd never hurt her."

"Let's hope so."

he looks behind you, then back to you before getting up and leaving

just as you breathe out, Octavia clamps her hand on your shoulder, sitting directly next to you with a plate of food in her other hand

Octavia acts like she's not acting different the entire day

then when you're about to go to bed again, she shows up at your door

again, you wake up the same way

this happens for a week and a bit before you stop her from leaving, asking her to tell you what was really going on

with watery eyes, trembling lips, and unsteady breathing, she shakes her head, opening her mouth to speak but she can't

you pull her closer to you and just hold her until she's ready

"You're the only one who numbs the pain, and I'm so sick of being in pain."

from then on you don't question her, but you don't know what to label the relationship

while at Polis, one of the Grounders asks you for help with something

Octavia sees and gets jealous

she follows and stands at the opening to the small stall you were helping to set up, with her arms crossed and her gaze hard on the Grounder

you don't notice until she clears her throat

you let out a small yelp, hitting your head against the bottom of a table and look at her

Octavia, still glaring at the Grounder, with gritted teeth, says,

"I need to speak with my boyfriend/girlfriend."

the Grounder nods and continues to set up

but you stare at Octavia in shock

"Now, preferably."

you nod, mumbling an 'okay', placing whatever it was that you were holding on the table before following

when you both stop, you ask her if everything is okay, not knowing what to say after she finally gave the relationship a label

Octavia pulls you closer to kiss you, in front of everyone, for the first time, where they could all see you

nervously, you kiss back

when she pulls away she's smirking, knowing how flustered you were bc everything you had done together was previously done in secret

you KNOW Bellamy saw

he gives you a long speech, which you try to keep up with, but he says so much you just blink continuously

from then on, it's official

she randomly just starts training you how to fight one day

literally

you're walking along beside her when she trips you up and just begins to show you how to fight

you're stunned the entire time, trying to block her moves with wide eyes and trembling hands

when she goes to fight in the conclave, you are up in the tower with Kane watching the whole thing, with your heart in your throat as you struggle to breathe, terrified for the worse

when she wins, you don't even give her time to say anything as you pull her closer, gripping her waist tightly, kissing her in a way you've never done before

in the bunker, she makes sure you have a space with her while the rest figure out who stays and who leaves

spending the next five years by her side, even when it's difficult

it being a silent agreement that the relationship isn't going to end anytime soon, in fact, if anything, it's just become stronger, and more official

Grounder:

only really meeting her when the rest of Skaikru is taken prisoner in Mount Weather

not trusting her at first, but after spending time training with her you begin to warm up to her

being jealous of Lincoln

trying to show off

complimenting her all the time, no matter what it's about or when

after Lincoln (he deserved so much better) you two become close

obviously, Lincoln used to do her hair and her war paint like his, but now it's your job

cue the ponytail and new paint design

just like if you were a delinquent, she shows up to your room or tent and stay with you, her lips never leaving yours unless they were attached to another part of your body

and you, the same to her ^

being someone who used to train other Conclave initiates, and when it comes to the final one, you give her pointers, tips, and one of the longest kisses you have ever given her

when she wins she looks over at you and nods, trying to keep it professional

but when it's just the two of you, she melts back to the way she used to be, doe eyed and hopeful

during Mount Weather, you would have tried to stay behind to help, but, like Lincoln, you were knocked out and taken back

trying to help during ALLIE's takeover and getting hurt

Octavia would go on a rampage

teaching her new Trigedasleng phrases

how to make different weapons

how to tell the difference between poisons and medicines

horse riding

rarely, when you have the time, you teach her to swim

Her telling you about the Ark, even tho she hated it, and still does, she told you what it was like to see the stars and the moon, what Earth looked like from up there

she'd tell you about her past

her arrest

Her brother

what happened when she first came to Earth

you'd tell her old stories about your past

how life was on the ground growing up

telling her that she would always have a place with you when she felt like she didn't belong

Getting along with Kane while he's in Polis, and he asks you to watch out for Octavia like you weren't doing that already

him asking you to keep tabs on her for him

tell Octavia straight away what he asked you to do

no secrets between the two of you

in the bunker, you'd be by her side like Indra

Honesty

some fights, but that's a given in a relationship

both being the little/big spoon

instead of Ilian, you stop her from wanting to go out in the black rain

idk I got carried away

not sure what else

dating Octavia Blake would be a roller coaster of events

#octavia blake #The 100 #octavia blake imagine #the 100 imagine #imagine