#Like even the boys in my group who ive fallen out of touch with are all caring. They didn't understand me completely but they all

[mrfoox]

Thought about that theory of attraction thing, where you attract people who are similar to you and if that's a thing I couldn't be happier

#miranda talking shit #I only have good people in my life tbh. Like ofc all have their struggles and problems but all are genuine and caring in their way #I know some truly amazing people ... If they are all a bit of reflection of myself... Then i cant be as bad as i think i am #The person most unlike me.. I still have traits and opinions in common with. I think all people i know are caring and real/genuine #Like even the boys in my group who ive fallen out of touch with are all caring. They didn't understand me completely but they all #Stood up for me and showed concern for me through the years... #If this theory has some merit i can be very happy tbh

[pandoramyst]

what wasn’t there before III ✩ Jake sully

contents. g!reader, dbf!jake, cute names, fluff, adult behavior, age gap

summary. Jake was your father’s best friend but to him, he was like his brother. When you entered puberty, you started to feel foreign feelings about him that certainly, you shouldn’t have been having. When you got a bit older, you grew closer to him and you noticed that he acted the same way toward you.

notes. motivation quite low right now :/ Tsu’tey is alive here :> not proofread :< I know said I was gonna post this on friday but ive been tired as hell, im srry bebes :(

Your loincloth hit your thighs as you leaped over the log that had fallen on the dirty ground. Behind you, Jake was walking next to your dad who had an arm wrapped around your mother’s shoulder. You had taken initiative and led the pack to the ceremony, making sure to be far enough ahead where you could avoid Jake.

As you lifted the flower vines at the entrance, you were greeted with the scent of lavender. If you blurred your eyes, you were sure that all you could see was blue. Their clothes, hair decorations, lights hanging from the trees even the food. People were seriously committed to this and now you were starting to feel grateful that you came.

Your parents got distracted by family friends bringing them into a conversation that surely would last longer than necessary. Jake had gotten the attention of a group of na’vi women, close to his age. Their backs were so arched that it hurt you physically while looking at them. They had pulled their shirts down so that their cleavage was protruding out of the hem.

You scoffed in annoyance and made your way toward the dining table. The variety of foods and sweets brightened you up and your sweet tooth felt already satisfied. You placed an episoth seed pastry into your mouth and hummed at the flavor.

“Welcome, yuey” (beautiful) Neïtan walked from behind you and placed his hand on your lower back. You welcomed his touch and turned your head around shooting him a sweet smile.

“Hi, Neïtan” You placed your hands around his neck and hugged him, pressing your bodies together. Neïtan was Tsu’tey’s son and he had been part of your life since you were young. You were aware of his crush on you and although you didn’t mind his flirty comments at times, you tried to be more distant so as to not lead him on.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, how you’ve been?” he smiled and took a piece of the pastry that you had bitten into.

“Past few weeks have been slow but it’s been nice,” You said and took a sip from your drink. 

“Yeah, it’s getting warmer outside. My little sister went out to play on the tree swing and when she came back in she was also sunburnt,” Your chuckles mixed with his as you pictured his little sister’s face.

Your attention was all on Neïtan and you did not notice Jake, biting down his teeth and death staring at you both. Neither did Neïtan apparently which is why it was such a surprise when you heard his voice.

“Yeah my-” 

“Are the pastries good?” Jake interrupted you and reached in between Neïtan and you to grab dessert. Neïtan looked at the man and his eyebrows furrowed, as he recognized him. 

“Jake Sully,” He put emphasis on the “u” and you struggled to contain your smile as his pronunciation was ridiculous.

“Who are you?” Jake’s voice remained stern.

“Neïtan te Rongloa Ateyitan,” He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Tsu’tey’s son,” Jake nodded and ate the pastry. He looked down at you and you could see anger in his eyes. 

“Well, Neïtan if I am not mistaken you are supposed to look over the people here, supposed to be their protector.” Jake placed his hand on Neïtan’s shoulder.

“How would your father feel if he found out you weren’t doing your duty?” Jake furrowed his eyebrows and nodded at Neïtan as he could see the boy getting nervous.

“I should go. Txon, syulang” (night, flower) He walked away and Jake took his place in front of you. A smirk appeared on his face as he threw a grape in his mouth and watched Neïtan walk away. 

Then he looked down at you,

“What?” He asked

“Fuck you, Jake,” You pushed him away and followed Neïtan to where he was going. Avoiding any trouble with his father, the man walked toward Tsu’tey with his head down, rushing to interpret the situation and why he had left. Before he could enter his father’s sight, you intertwined your hand with his pulling him towards your direction.

“Syulang. What’s up?” He laughed at your silliness and you shushed him by forcefully pulling his hand to walk with you. When you had gotten deep enough into the forest so that the music from the festival wasn’t audible anymore, you pulled him down to sit under a tree next to you.

The silent went on forever until he finally broke it, “Jake seemed pissed,

You looked at him ashamed, “I am sure Neïtan..he had no right to speak to you that way,”

“Syulang, don’t apologize. It was my fault for intruding in your relationship,” You rose from where you were laying down on the ground and looked at him, eyes open.

“You stuttered, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m not blind, y/n. The way he reacted...I could tell he was jealous,” He gave you a sad smile as he came to the realization that you were already taken. His hopes of mating with you were now non-existent.

“I don’t know what to say Neïtan,” What could you say? You felt as if you had led him on this entire time and now you were carelessly crushing his heart. Any insecurity you had about yourself, increased at that very moment.

“You shouldn't say anything, syulang. It was my fault for pushing it when it wasn’t going to happen. I just want you to be happy,” His eyes softened as your eyes teared up. To say you were sad was an understatement.

“C’mere” You wrapped your arms around his neck, squeezing him into suffocation.

“You wanna choke me to death so that I forget this, is that it?” He laughed earning a flick to the forehead from you. He put his hand on the skin, acting as if he was hurt.

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It took you about an hour to get back to your hub and Neïtan gave you a hug before running off to who knows where. When you pulled open the flap, you were welcomed by laughter and loud cheers. The hub was filled with people, some playing games, others enjoying each other’s company.

Your parents were sitting on the couch outside on the balcony, chatting with friends and cracking jokes. Your eyes scanned the room for the man you had interrupted your evening for. Your excitement quickly faded and was replaced with disappointment when you saw him leaning over the counter, making a pretty girl giggle. 

Not that he had to say anything funny to make her giggle, as you’ve noticed that his mere presence made girls' knees weak. Your eyebrows furrowed and you bit the inside of your cheek, jealousy had caught you. She held onto his arm and he sipped on his drink.

As if he could sense his eyes on him, he whipped his head around and looked at you. His eyes had gotten dark and he lifted his arm out of the girl’s grasp. He took one last sip from his cup and set it down heavily on the counter. He quickly rose from his seat, ignoring the girl’s confusion, and speedily walked towards you. He walked past you, grabbing your hand in the process without stepping to look at you.

He huffed as he stomped towards an unknown location. When you arrived at a secluded spot in the forest, he aggressively pulled you in front of him.

“What is wrong with you?”

Offended you said, “Excuse me? You let her rub herself all over you and I am the problem,”

“Yeah, and who knows what you did with Neïtan in the forest. God y/n, you’re so difficult” He threw his hands up and then let them rest on his hips.

“I’m difficult? What was I supposed to do, wait patiently in the corner until you were done being petted and undressed by all the women that were drooling over you? Wait like a stupid servant until you finally remembered me and stopped drowning in your own ego?” Your head leaned closer to him as you ranted in his face.

“How can you be so stupid? You’re pissed because of the slightest bit of attention I gave to the bystanders? Because I entertained them for a little? How do expect me to feel about you sneaking off into the forest with a guy who’s been in love with you for years?”

Your mouth remained open until you swallowed harshly to allow yourself to speak, “Nothing is happening between me and Neïtan. He knows about us,”

Jake threw his head up, turning his back to you. His body remained still and he just shook his head. Your head fell as you could sense his disappointment in you all the way from where you were. You stared at the ground and played with your fingers.

When he finally turned around, he slowly walked towards you but not coming closer than 3 feet to you. His hands were still on his hips, and he looked down at you.

“I waited for so long to get you to open up, and you let him in so quickly...I don’t care that you sneaked off with him, it doesn't matter. I just don’t understand why it took you so long with me.”

“I didn't let him in!” You yelled at him and let your tears fall on your cheeks. “We didn’t even have the chance to converse about anything else before he told me that he knew about us. He had figured it out. The worst part is that he apologized for pushing his feelings on me. He apologized. After all these years of not giving him a clear answer, he’s the one that feels sorry, and I am an awful person for making him feel that way.” 

You breathed harshly before continuing, “I cannot get anything right with anyone. I have never allowed anyone to get so close to me besides you. Never. That is why it took so long. Because I don’t know how to control my feelings and because I’m scared. Now you’re mad at me, Neïtan is mad at me, who knows how my dad will react when he finds out about this,” You pointed between you two and you lowered your voice down to a whisper.

Jake fell down on his knees and wrapped his arms around your torso. Your arms were still crossed in front of your chest and you leaned your cheek on the side of his head. Your cries were reduced to sniffles. He backed up, his hands on your hips and he was looking up at you.

“You got everything right with me, bunny. There is nothing wrong with not understanding your feelings, nobody does. It’s not your place to understand how love works. It is my duty to show you, and I apologize for not being diligent enough with you,” You raised your hand up and grabbed a strand that had fallen loose from his braids. You played with it as you nodded at his words.

“I don’t like this. Us fighting,” Jake smiled at you and got up, pulling you up with him.

“Neither do I, bunny,” He leaned down and rubbed his nose with yours. He paused for a moment, embracing the silence before interrupting it.

“I see you,” He spoke softly but you were so close you heard him loud and clear. You smiled at his words and reiterated, “I see you, Jake” He leaned in and kissed your lips. He placed his hands at the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. You moved your lips with his, caressing the sides of his neck. 

When you backed up, you looked at him and frowned, 

“What’s wrong, bun?” He held your hands in his and looked into your eyes.

“Do you think there is still food at the party?” You asked and as if your stomach was in sync with your words, it rumbled.

Jake laughed loudly and said, “Yeah, cmon!” You both walked towards the hub, hand in hand and luckily for you, the snack bar was still plentiful.

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[many-gay-magpies]

MAGS YOUR ART IS SO GOOD WTF. WTF. YOUR SUNGHOON ART I AM SCREAMING ON THE FLOOR IN TEARS. THAT JUNGWON PIECE FROM RECENTLY OH MY GOD. i love how soft your artwork looks !! and VERY NICE WOLFBAT I THINK HE IS VERY NEAT

i actually used to hang upside down from monkey bars and things bc it felt nice on my back tbh its so nice and my posture is ALSO shit! my friends tell me i look like a human question mark! THE IMAGE OF SOLON STARING DOWN AT THE PILE OF LIMBS AND TWIGS AFTER JAKAH AND NOA FALL DOWN IS PRICELESS. HED JUST “i don’t believe in god but i believe that’s karma”

truly pretty privilege is So Real because exactly the boys would get pardoned for so much weird shit just bc they’re cute- see the previous headcanon of jino with burn scars. if we’re being honest that would freak the hell out of anyone (i wish it didn’t, people should be more accepting of scars </3) because it’s jino suddenly he’s got a tragic heroic past that makes him ~so romantic.~ no one questions that noa is literally draped over the rafters in the hallways. solon just straight up disappears for a week every month bc of the full moon (he’s under the blankets trying to not go full wolfy all week). jaan literally bodyslams his brothers when they get annoying like these bitches are WEIRD

i love the idea of them having glowing eyes as they pace in the hallways at night- i can see it creating an urban legend that decelis’s administrators hires these Creatures to catch students who leave their dorms past curfew. i wonder if anyone would be able to figure out one of the “phantoms” is solon- since he’s odd-eyed, it can’t be That hard to put two and two together

-vrvr anon

AAAAAA THANK YOUUUUU I AM. ALSO CRYING. i really like working in that sort of color-blocky, soft, lineart-less style, so it makes me so happy that you like that about it shfjbfjfng ;v;

im vv proud of that jungwon one i think (conceptually and process-wise at least) it may be one of my favorites ive ever made .. it was just so FUN and i made it in a complete creative fever at like 2 am or something after very suddenly drawing a connection between that jungwon shot and the fallen angel painting. like i wasnt even planning on doing anything artistic that night but then all of a sudden i Had To Make Art Out Of It.

also ill tell you a secret (that isnt really a secret because ive told multiple people and made several posts about it already): i am currently working on a far more detailed heeseung art piece ... its coming along very well so far and im very happy with it !! all the facial features and clothes are done and im just stuck on the hair now—im determined to actually FINISH it and not just abandon it like i have some pieces in the past (theres this one sunoo piece that i started and got pretty far into last year in may after carnival era... and i have not touched it since. i WANT TO. but i was new to digital art at the time and used a strategy that took, to put it plainly, Way To Much Fucking Time, and in order to complete the piece with consistent style id have to keep using that same strategy and im honestly going to avoid that for as long as possible)

okay now on the subject of vampires . omfg LITERALLY the vamps probably do so much shit that would not fly if they were your average growing, acne-ridden teens... they are, fundamentally, the weird kids of decelis, but nobody notices because they're both jocks and attractive and i bet it drives all the people that ARENT attracted to them up the wall to no end. like maybe theres a scenario where a new student transfers to decelis like sooha does, except theyre some variety of aroace and completely immune to the brothers' "charm". and they come into the school with basically all their classmates aggressively simping for this group of seven dudes and it piques their curiosity a bit, because what's so special about these guys to get the entire school population in love with them? then they actually SEE the brothers and theyre just like. what. because yeah they ARE objectively pretty attractive and theyre good at sports and stuff but also theyre just. DORKS. and the student is like these guys? really? yall are simping for these guys? damn. okay

in a world where the decelis authority ARENT aggressively anti-vampire and actually let the brothers into the school to PROTECT THEM... maybe the staff are all perfectly aware of who the "phantoms" wandering around the school after hours ARE but they dont do anything to stop it because it discourages the other students from breaking curfew. and i imagine someone figures it out at some point—either a student comes across one of the "phantoms" for the first time after only hearing rumors of them and screams a little out of fright, only for heli to step out of the shadows and be like "omg im sorry i didnt mean to spook you im just taking a walk." or yeah like you said a student sees a phantom with one yellow eye and one blue... then sees solon in class the next day... and cue the "oh yeah, its all coming together" meme LMAO

#asks #anon 📝 #vrvr anon #dark moon nonsense #dark moon

[mitts2002]

Aight’ Bet

Hi this is my first time posting on here so I hope whoever is reading this enjoys!! This is a noritoshi kamo x reader where the nori and (Y/N) need a little push from their wonderful Gojo sensei to finally confess~

"Dont you think (Y/N) and noritoshi would make the cutest couple!?" Gojo screamed over the phone to Utahime who sighed in response.

"I can't help but disagree Gojo, Noritoshi doesn't seem ready for a relationship plus is the only reason you rang me really to discuss our students non existent love lives?" Utahime retorted knowing that the couple would in fact be adorable yet refusing to accept that Gojo could actually be right about something.

"No Utahime! I bet if them two were able to spend a few hours together the tension would build up so high that one of them would burst and BAM a couple would be born" the blue eyed male replied, the volume of his voice increasing with each word trying to convince her that they were the highschool sweethearts the jujustu world needed.

“How could you even say that!? I get that its cute whenever they glance at each other and shy away with cute little blushing cheeks but i bet it would take more than a few hours for a whole relationship to-” “OH you bet“ Gojo interrupted an obvious smirk on his face knowing Utahime wouldn’t back down from his advances.

“you know what i meant idiot i wasn’t actually trying to make a bet with you especially after what happened last time” the black haired woman scoffed after hearing a chuckle through the phone.

“Aight’ bet! tomorrow ill bring my second years to kyoto for some training and then lets see if something happens between our precious students“ Gojo proposed excitedly as if he were a child in a sweet shop.

“you know what fine! and im only agreeing cause i know nothings gonna happen tomorrow between them i mean noritoshi is too stiff and (Y/N) always backs out last minute” utahime exclaimed not wanting to prove Gojo right. “GREAT! if i win then you will have to be my slave for 2 whole days and if you win ill be your-” “wait i never agreed to that!” “see ya tomorrow then!” Gojo had quickly rushed his farewells before hanging up relieved he avoided Utahime’s lecture.

"Alright class!" Gojo sensei yelled excitingly as he burst through the doors. This overgrown man child always had something new, it could never be a regular class where his students actually learn then were let out for a break. No Gojo Satorou had to be the most extra male on this earth and for the first time ever it worked in his second year student (Y/N)'s favour.

"What it is now?" Maki groaned with an annoyed expression on her face. No one could blame her though after all the blindfolded man put his beloved students through. "Don't be so sour maki! Be like me a sweet little mochi~ Oh and before I forget I wanted to let you all know that we will meeting with our lovely sister school for some training. Isnt that great!?" Gojo sensei had announced clapping his hands and smiling brightly.

'I wonder if training is all this is' (Y/N) thought to herself realising how sus this situation was before speaking out "wait Gojo sensei weren't we meant to learn a super secret technique today? You said that you were gonna show it us yesterday and that nothing could stop you" (Y/N) questioned as Inumaki gave a little "shake" for support.

"Well my dear (Y/N) something VERY important has come up and we must go to kyoto immediately. You have no right to deny and we will be leaving in 30 minutes so go grab whatever you kids need" Gojo sensei had practically sung before skipping out the door. What an odd man everyone collectively thought before getting up to grab whatever they needed.

30 minutes has passed and in that time panda had gathered his and maki's weapons while you and toge stocked up on cough medicine and basic medical equipment. The journey was short since Gojo had practically teleported you all there and all that was left was to approach the students.

A few figures from the distance were slowly coming into view and (Y/N) could vaguely make out that only utahime, miwa, mai, momo and noritoshi had attended this last minute joint training.

Despite the others reaching and gathering around your small group of second years giving their greetings the only thing your eyes could focus on was noritoshi’s thick black hair as it gently swayed in the breeze. Honestly it was as if the man was in a L'Oréal advert or something.

"(Y/N) stop staring we all know you both have this weird thing going on but we're here to train not flirt dumbass" Maki had whispered into your ear but little did she know that you were in fact here to flirt and not train due to a certain bet between two teachers.

“alright kids listen up! me and the wonderful Utahime sensei have set up this last minute training as its always good to train with new people and techniques. Everyone will be working in pairs“ Gojo announced before Utahime continued.

“The teams we decided on today will be Maki and Miwa, Momo and Imumaki, Panda and Mai then (Y/N) and Noritoshi. Eveyones free to do whatever they want in their sparring matches just don’t severely injure each other, me and Gojo will be watching over the matches and determine the winners“ Utahime informed all the students before they scurried off to in different spaced out areas.

"So Noritoshi how are you? Its been a while since we've last seen eachother" (Y/N) said trying not to let her nervousness show.

"I'm alright just studying and training to be honest. Although I recently started to practice cursive and can even write my own name now" he responded with pride and a small nice.

You laughed causing Noritoshi to cock his head to the side in confusion. "Is there something wrong with cursive?" His deep voice asked with clear offense.

"No no it's just that's so freaking cute and you look so happy about it too" (Y/N) teased with more laughter and ruffled his hair

"Oi don't touch my hair do you know how long it takes to do these wrap bang things?"

"Well how would I know I've never done them nori"

"Well one day I could teach you if you'd like" Noritoshi offered looking to the side trying to hide his red cheeks.

"Aww I'd love that I'm awful at doing hair to be honest so learning some new styles would be great but first we gotta get this dumb sparring match over and done with" (Y/N) moaned as she got into position.

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An hour had flew by and the students were taking a break from their matches happily chatting away while the teachers spoke in private about their progress. “come on look at the way they look at eachother OH (Y/N) touched his shoulder SHES FLIRTIN-” “GOJO SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUR SO DAMN LOUD” “sorry but loooook they in love” Gojo cried out with fake tears in his cerulean eyes

“Alright lets just observe look theyre going to the vending machine to get some drinks like FRIENDS DO“ Utahime emphasised on the friends worried she might lose and become this awful mans slave for 2 days.

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“Nori im gonna go get a drink from the vending machine do you want one?” “Actually ill just come with you if you dont mind” “OH sure thats fine does anyone else want anything!?” (Y/N) yelled to the whole group receiving a choir of get me this please or get me that and the single tuna mayo.

The walk to the vending machine was quiet but a comfortable silence had fallen upon the pair. It was always like this when you were around Noritoshi Kamo. Peaceful. She didnt feel the need to go the extra mile to entertain him or ensure he wasn’t bored in your presence as your playful banter and sarcastic remarks towards one another was enough for the both of you. 

“(Y/N) is it me or have Gojo and Utahime sensei been staring at us more than the others?“ Noritoshi questioned unable to shake off the feeling of being watched. “Um i’m not too sure i havent been really paying attention to anything other than yo-“ Embarrasment washed over (Y/N) as the words flew out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

“Is that so?“ Nori smirked slightly as you swore you could drop dead right here in this moment. “No i just meant that” “Meant what?“ Noritoshi interrupted leaning closer as you fumbled through your words

“OH LOOK the vending machine is right there better get those drinks“ You quickly said and scrambled away before Noritoshi could get any closer.

“SEE Nori was too intimidating and (Y/N) ran off despite clearly wanting him! its never gonna happen today“ Utahime whispered to Gojo benhind the bushes as he shook his head. “Trust me i have faith in my wonderful (Y/N) I AINT RAISED NO BITCH“ He exclaimed in response while Utahime facepalmed.

The two young adults had collected all the drinks they needed and were ready to walk back to the group. ‘come on (Y/N) you’ve liked this man forever now and everyone knows he must like you back ITS NOW OR NEVER HOE’ (Y/N) screamed words of encouragement to herself before grabbing Noritoshi’s sleeve.

“Is everything alright (Y/N)?” “I have something ive been meaning to tell you Nori, I um like you a lot and i’d like to take you out if you dont mind” (Y/N) had practically yelled at the poor boy because of her stupid nerves and adrenaline.

The silence was broken by an angelic laughter coming from none other than Noritoshi Kamo. “Well i would’ve liked to be the one to take you out but i guess sometimes its alright for traditions and stereotypes to be broken by the younger generation” Nori responded as he walked closer to (Y/N) wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a sweet kiss. The kiss was messy and clearly new to the both but filled with much love and passion that was finally being expressed by the pair.

As their lips eventually pulled away never wanting this to end, heavy breaths filled the air and cheeks flushed but all that was interrupted by a white haired male clapping in the background screaming “YES I WIN” while the other teacher crouched to the ground tears in her eyes.

#kamo noritoshi #noritoshi kamo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen #jjk noritoshi

[fanfiction-funtime]

IM SORRY IVE BEEN SLACKING ON HYPING YOU UP

Anyway I’m reading through the Things ™ and wow

Can I request something? There’s an idea I’ve been pondering for a bit. You know already who I’ll ask for, I’m guessing.

What if the reader fell for Xiao in Genshin, in a state where they constantly daydream about him. Rather than working on scenarios and scenes, it happens in real time.

Meanwhile, in another universe, Xiao in a modern setting has fallen for a Genshin character- the reader. He daydreams about them in the same manner.

To the reader, their Xiao is a guardian yaksha, Golden adeptus, and doombane itself.

To Xiao, his (y/n) is something just as exalted. I tend to use a seelie, since they’re an immortal race of ancient and now weak gods.

What they both don’t know is that they’re actually meeting in those daydreams. It’s not just imagination and the longing for company, but an actual relationship with another person.

Bonus points if it’s some sort of soulmate au and they physically can’t find each other and eventually realize it.

I’ve never told anyone about this before, and I’m excited to see what you do with it! I might work with it one day, just not yet.

(Hoo boy, this will be tough, but I'm sure I can do it! Xiao might be a bit ooc as I'm getting his personality from wiki and fanon, as well as modern au [hopefully] gives him less trauma and a slightly different personality.)

(Also, I can't do sad endings. So a bit of deus ex OC at the 3rd part)

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Your game

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Your pov: the dream eater of your dreams

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You are (y/n)(l/n), and you are in the saddest love story this side of the lake.

Ever since you saw him in that first quest you were in love!

You were just a teen though, so it wasn't real right? After all, your red string wasn't connected to the screen.

Well, your string isn't connected to anything...

Y-your just a late bloomer though right?

(Ten years later)

Your now in your twenties and you still love Xiao!

He permeates your thoughts like how lovers do, you feel an inexplicable hurt in your chest similar to what many describe feeling when they see their soulmate prior to their string appearing, not to mention whenever you aren't busy you feel like you're...slipping...in...in and...

[Daydream]

It was happening again.

It was like a daydream but more...real.

Like a lucid dream.

You saw your string, just like so many other times, and you followed it.

You ran and ran, turquoise clouds parting and making paths for you to find him.

Him..

You ran and ran, glad that atleast in some way your delusions can give you some semblance of true love.

You saw the..wait..that's not the inn.

Well it is the inn, but more modern. And there was a school next to it, and a small village not far away.

Another of thing was that you were in some kind of yellow armor, it reminded you of those baby geovisnaps from genshin impact(that are absolutely BULL-)

You went into the elevator, which seemed more ancient than usual.

And when you reached the balcony, you saw him. But he was different.

Instead of the Yaksha you usually saw, you were greeted by an equally shocked man in a martial arts gi. But it was him.

But different.

You reached out, and he did the same.

And you touched

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Xiao's pov: the midsummer knight of his dreams

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(Clarifying: in this version Liyue is based on European mythology and aesthetic while Mondstadt is based on Chinese. So you are a fae hunting knight rather than a demon hunting yaksha)

Xiao had always been reserved, but what happened to him as a kid drew him further into his shell.

Abusive parents, accidentally giving his sister trauma induced amnesia, he felt the weight of his actions like atlas feels the world on his shoulders.

Luckily, two people took him and his sister QiQi in: QiQi's doctor Baizhu, and Xiao's therapist(and Baizhu's husband) Morax.

It was difficult to come out, even after Xiao stopped feeling so at fault. So he mostly stayed in his room and played video games.

That is until he met you.

Well met is the wrong word here.

He saw your character in his world's version of genshin impact: tribunal eruption

The way you used your weapon, the way your armor shined in the night as you rode to his wanderer. The smile you gave as he handed you (favourite food).

But most of all, the way you used fighting styles from so many martial arts and hand to hand combat techniques.

From irish kickboxing to karate, from assassination arts in ancient history of japan to systema.

It awoken two things in him: first was his want to learn martial arts and make his own.

The second was his love for you.

But don't worry, your physical attributes only drew him in. Your personality made him stay.

Years went on, he became a martial arts instructor for his own style, and moved into an apartment near a small village.

He started teaching at a school nearby, he even gets a discount on rent for giving free lessons to the owner's sons, Ivan and Viktor.

He's also convinced those two have a crush on him but it's pointless.

After all, he was a dream eater, a common group of people who have a strange ability to find their soulmate.

Specifically, the ability to have "lucid daydreams" where they meet their soulmate.

But he must be defective. After all his soulmate kept appearing as...well you. As a knight that would meet him on the balcony every night.

He assumed maybe it was your voice actor or designer, but neither of them have had the lucid daydreams.

He began thinking he'd never find his soulmate

Until one daydream...

He was on the balcony again, like a prince awaiting his knight to rescue him.

But it was different.

The apartment complex he lived in now looked much smaller, as did the tree it was built around, and the building looked far more ancient in design yet so much younger in age.

And the village and school nearby aren't there anymore.

Oddest change of all is that his gi he was wearing just a second ago is now similar to the outfit warn by the mondstadt demon slayer Corps

And when you arrived at the balcony, he noticed a red string, one that connected your heart to his. But you weren't wearing your armor, you were wearing casual, modern clothes.

He knew it was stupid, after all you can't touch your soulmate in the daydreams. But he felt compelled to....to reach out and..

You touched him.

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nothing never comes between you, and nobody helps you get together

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(3rd person pov)

He really did find it annoying, how often mortals would find themselves in the wrong dimension, especially when it's because the writer wants drama. And now he's written in to solve the problem.

Ah well, it's his job.

(2nd person pov)

You didn't know how to feel. You were touching Xiao...and you weren't waking up. Was this...real?

"You... you're real...different but....still the person I love...." Xiao seemed to be equally in a trance at the prospect

"yeah...so are you..."

The armor you wore melted away, and you cant see it but Xiao's fictional clothes melted from him as well. You were both equally real, in your own reality.

But you knew it couldn't last.

"When the daydream ends, I wont be able to see you anymore," Xiao said with a sea of tears in his eyes, "We've actually met now...and now...now the dreams will end."

You lean into him, "then let's make this dream the best one we've ever had."

Your about to kiss when-

"Terribly sorry about this!" A childlike voice called, "you know, interrupting your moment and all that. See for the sake of narrative, you both were put in separate universes. And it's my job to give you a happy ending."

When you both looked, you saw a child made of bone climbing into reality from some kind of hole.

"Now just wait a moment aaannnd-"

The turquoise clouds cleared, and the world rippled into a conjoined reality between genshin impact and tribunal eruption.

"Welcome to your dream world, enjoy eternal love!" The child said as he crawled back into the hole and it closed.

When he was gone, you both observed the world around you: a beautiful mix of aesthetics surrounded you, and both your armor and his adeptus clothing were on you both.

You gazed into eachother's eyes.

He placed one hand on your cheek while another held your hand, "I'm not good with speaking..speaking my emotions..but I....maybe my actions can do that for me..."

You felt your red string radiate with the warmth of love, likewise Xiao felt his daydreams dissipate like a haze leaving his mind.

You grab his hand and place your free hand on his cheek, mirroring his love, as you always have.

"Xiao...your very existence tells me all I need to hear.."

You both leaned in, and kissed.

Two lovers, in a dream made reality,

A paradise for all eternity.

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I feel it kinda fell apart with the deus ex, but I think I scraped it back together in the end!

I hope it's good enough for what you envisioned buddy, I tried my best!

(Also I think you deserve something just as good as what happens to the reader insert in this fic, story)

(Tagging: @golden-wingseos (this is the writing blog for someone you told to tag you), and @storytravelled (just to keep the idea of tagging in mind))

#i will explain some choices in a reblog #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin #genshin impact #xiao #genshin xiao #xiao x reader

[burnedbyshoto]

Under the Mistletoe

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warning: smut, cursing, fluff

word count: 8,467

a/n: I didn’t want to edit this last night so lmao... sorry!!!!! anyways, this is super cute and yall should like.....read it :D

Synopsis: The mistletoe tradition is known by all, and if used correctly it can end in a sweet moment. Too bad Todoroki Shouto believes that people fuck under the mistletoe and not kiss under it.

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“So you’re telling me that when two people meet under a mistletoe they have to...” Shouto trails off as he looks at the green plant nestled in between his fingers. “They have to—”

“They have to fuck, yes,” Kaminari nods his head. 

His arms are crossed over his chest, his eyes closed as he nods. His words, of course, are a flat out lie, but to Todoroki Shouto it seems as if his friend is speaking the truth. “It’s why it was never put up during our Christmas celebrations at school! With some of you guys not turning eighteen until after Christmas and all. That could have turned out to be child porn or something!”

“I haven’t had sex though,” Shouto huffs as he throws the mistletoe towards the blond who yells as it hits his head. “I don’t think I want to be caught underneath it. Didn’t Mineta wear a hat with it attached to it last week though?”

“Yeah, but that’s the only way Mineta can get girls, plus didn’t you see how the girls avoided him like the plague?” Sero pipes in, a large grin on his face as he takes the mistletoe and throws it above Kaminari’s head.

Shouto, however, sees this as a substantial poof.

“Bro, are you telling me you wanna fuck?” Kaminari winks as he looks up at the mistletoe.

“No, I just don’t think you’ll ever get to smash without this either!” Sero laughs as Kaminari slaps the mistletoe from Sero’s grasp.

“Would you fucking bastards GET OFF YOUR ASSES and come fucking help out?!” Bakugou roars as he enters the living room where the three men were sitting around.

Shouto stands up first, his eyes looking at the mistletoe that lays innocently on the floor. White people were pretty weird for starting that tradition.

Of course, it wasn’t to say that Shouto didn’t want to meet anyone under the mistletoe! Had it been a tradition where he would get to kiss someone it would be different, but fucking? Having sex only because you were caught under a plant was a bit too much.

“Todoroki-kun, are you okay?” Midoriya asked as he walked while hold two tables to put up for the dinner. The boys of the since graduated class 1-A were in charge of hosting the first annual Christmas party. Of course on because Iida volunteered them all.

Shouto nodded his head as he smiled strained, “I’m going to be avoiding the mistletoe all night.”

Midoriya looked at the fallen plant as he quirked an eyebrow, “Really? I thought it could be a great idea to get— mmph?!”

Shouto’s eyes widened as he saw Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima covering the One for All user’s mouth. They began dragging him away, their mouths at his ear as they whispered at him.

“Todoroki-kun, Kirishima-kun!” Iida yelled as he brisked over with red cloth in his hands, “I need your help in spreading snow out in front of the house! It hasn’t snowed enough yet!”

“Iida, what do you think about mistletoe?” Shouto asks as Kirishima jogs over to them.

“It’s a weird tradition,” Iida admits as he rubs the back of his neck. “But there’s too much to do, and the girls will be here within an hour!”

“Don’t worry bro,” Kirishima laughs as he slings an arm around Shouto’s shoulder. “Just avoid the mistletoe! Unless... you want us to send y/l/n-chan your way!”

Shouto couldn’t hide the flush the built on his cheeks at those words. The joyous laughter of Kirishima’s teasing didn’t help either.

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Shouto stared at himself in the mirror.

Iida had insisted on formal wear tonight. He believed their first Christmas celebration outside of U.A. was a cause to ditch the Santa gear. It was definitely weird celebrating Christmas with his friends and not wearing the Santa suits.

But Shouto chose a dark navy blue suit, a white button-up, and a slim black tie. His fingers buttoned one of the buttons on his jacket before putting in silver cuff links. He was ready.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Shouto placed his clothes into the designated room. It seemed, however, that he was the last one ready as everyone else was sitting at the grand table. It had been beautifully prepared by Sato and Tokoyami. The aroma of the cooking food filled the air causing Shouto to sigh, he was quite hungry.

“Bakugou, where’s the mistletoe?” Shouto asked his ash-blond friend who was walking around with his hands shoved into his pockets. Shouto watched as Bakugou groaned as he whipped around towards him.

“What makes you think I would fucking know, hah?” Bakugou grunts as he rolls his eyes. “It’s hidden for a goddamn reason, you’re not supposed to know!”

“Would you help me look for it?” Shouto asks as he rubs the back of his neck.

“HAH?! Why the hell would I look for it with YOU, half and half bastard?! Are you trying to—?” Bakugou’s mouth was then taped shut. Shouto watched on in confusion as the ash blond’s attention was stolen by Sero; who was now running away in his white tux from the storming blond.

“Why aren’t they just being bizarre!” Aoyama dramatized from Shouto’s left. Glancing over, Shouto chuckled at his friend dressed in a literal suit of armor that was blinding to the eye. “Now, are you confessing your feelings to Mademoiselle y/n? Christmas is the most romantic time to do so!”

Before Shouto could speak to the smirking blond, Iida bursts into the dining area with coats in his arms.

“The ladies have arrived!” He announced.

Shouto watched as six girls entered the room talking amongst themselves.

They all wore Christmas appropriate formal dresses, and yet his heart fell as he was quick to see that you weren’t there.

Where were you?

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“I know I’m very late!” You exclaim into your phone as you struggle to shove the dark red evening dress over your body.

You weren’t supposed to have stayed as late at work as you did.

Missing the bullet train back to your apartment, you had completely missed the preparation for the party. Lucky for you, your neighbor had a useful quirk that let him do makeup and hair in ten minutes. So after offering him your soul (a promised meeting from his favorite Pro Hero Froppy), he agreed to do it.

The formal wear, however, was a bit too much in your opinion.

One month ago Iida had sent out appropriate outfits to gather ideas of what to wear for today. To put it simply he wanted a full-blown ball gown for a party for twenty-one of you.

So there you sat in your room, pulling the dark red dress into place. It had a semi sweetheart neckline, the bodice was made of soft velvet, and the skirt was multiple layers of red lace. Overall it was cute and simple. Slipping on your white heels you grabbed your coat and presents for your friends. Placing your phone to your ear you raced out to where the taxi was waiting for you.

“Iida won’t let anyone eat until you’re here! And I’m positive Bakugou is going to kill Midoriya out of a hangry fit if you don’t get here quick!” Mina once again tells you as you give the taxi driver the address.

“It’s not my fault villains decided to be villains where I work! Had it been my decision I would’ve been there with you guys! Plus it’s starting to snow,” you sigh as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Tell Iida you guys can start eating, I’m not offended!”

“Girl, I told him that one hour ago, and again right before I called. Trust me, we’re not touching the food until you’re here!”

“Wow, you didn’t even want to wait for me?” You tease as you watch as the taxi drives into familiar areas.

“You know I’m teasing, besides loverboy here won’t let anyone eat until you get here too~!” Mina giggles in her sing-song tone.

“Don’t call Shouto that!” You groan as you try to calm your flaring cheeks. “We’re friends!”

“Friends who have the sexual tension that brings god to her knees! And the romantic chemistry that makes the cutest couple tremble in jealousy!” Mina exclaims. “Don’t worry, we saved you the seat right between him and me!”

“Mina!”

“Oh, gotta go! Bakugou AND your precious Shouto~ are demanding an update, see ya soon cutie!”

“Mina—”

The line went dead as you puffed out your cheeks.

Sometimes Mina was too slippery for her own good.

The rest of the taxi drive was quiet. Your taxi driver most likely wanting to get you out as soon as possible to go home themselves. Your eyes focused down at your cellphone that was getting text messages demanding your location.

Most of which was spam from Kaminari and Uraraka who seemed to be the most starving. Sighing, you shared your location with the class’s group chat for the next twenty-four hours. So they could track you for the next few minutes it would take for you to get there.

kaminari: i dont think ive ever been this excited to see y/n in my life… ever… and im 98% sure i had a crush on her 0.0

you: omg i told you guys you could EAT stop HARASSING ME

sero: tru lets blame iida

iida: You all would have been very upset had we eaten without you! Besides, this is our family so we have to wait, it’s only polite. - Iida Tenya

mina: …

you: …

midoriya: …

kirishima: i thought someone ingrained it into iida that he doesnt have to text… like that…

momo: I believe it is okay, Iida-san! It is confusing to know who’s texting on this chat! Sincerly, Yaoyorozu Momo

bakugou: hurry the FUCK UP Y/N

you: id rather die

“We’re here,” the driver sighs as they turn around. “That’ll be 2,000 yen.”

You smile in gratefulness as you pull out two 2,000 yen. “It’s a tip for working on a holiday, thank you!”

“Happy holidays.”

“To you as well!”

You stepped out of the car and closed the door behind you. Your eyes fluttering as you watch the snow fall in front of you. A shiver runs through your spine as you pull your coat tighter around yourself. Holding the presents closer to you, you walk down to the front door. You take notice of the heaps of snow in front of the lawn and grin. Although you had no evidence, you bet Iida made Shouto and Kirishima create snow unknowing that it was going to snow this much.

Opening the grand door, warmth and the waft of cooking food invaded your senses. Removing your coat, you heard chairs scraping against the floor as a small mob of people raced to greet you.

“Merry Christmas!”

“Season greetings!”

“I’m so fucking hungry, thank Santa you’re here!”

“Move bitches I get the first hug!”

“Let me grab her coat first!”

It had been a while since you had last seen everyone. But in this moshpit of who you would consider being among your best friends, it warmed your heart. “Thank you, Iida,” you smile as he nodded in response.

“You followed the guidelines quite well, you look great!” Iida compliments as he turns to put your coat away.

“Of course she looks great, we all went out together to a dress shop!” Jirou sighs as she pulls you into a hug.

You greeted everyone, hugging them all as you went until you finally found the one person you wanted to see. His hair styled slicked back and his hands rested in his pockets as he smiled at you. Your face felt like it was heating up as you stepped closer to him.

“Merry Christmas, Shouto,” you smile as the dual-colored man smiles at you. You pull him into a hug.

“Merry Christmas, y/n,” he mumbles into your hair. “I’ll take those from you?” Shouto offers as he grabs the bag with the presents.

“Thank you,” you say letting go of the bag.

Shouto nodded as he turns on his heel to put the presents away.

“TIME TO EAT!” Kirishima and Kaminari roar as everyone starts making their way back to the dining table.

“Just to let you know, there is a mistletoe somewhere here, in case you want to make a move,” Mina whispers in your ear.

Oh, this dinner seemed like it was going to get increasingly harder to stay composed.

xxx

“It’s present opening time!” Iida exclaims as he ushers the class into the living room where the tree and presents resided. “Please have a seat, Yaomomo and I have organized the different piles for everyone! Until you have been seated will you receive your pile!”

You were talking with Tsuyu as you entered the living room. Your eyes shining as you took in a beautifully decorated living room.

“You boys did an amazing job at decorating!” You exclaim as you grin, the night had been going perfectly so far.

Dinner had been lively and hilarious. Old banter and topics bleed into the night’s conversation made your heart ache for the old days. It seemed so long ago when you spent every day for three years with these guys. You missed it.

With Mina at your left who discussed her new fighting style. Shouto at your right who talked about his life at home. His family had finally was becoming something he loved completely. While you two had late night discussions talking about it no one else knew about it. It was invigorating to see Shouto grin and laugh in conversations. His old dense self was still ingrained in him yet he’s grown so much since his fifteenth year. You were proud of him.

You watched as Tsuyu took a seat on the couch, her eyes trained on you as she spoke. You moved to sit next to her until something shoved you to the side.

“Oh, that’s my seat!” Mina exclaimed as she sat next to Tsuyu, her smile large as your eyebrow rose. “There’s more, don’t worry!”

You turned around and saw a seat near Midoriya who was near Tsuyu. It seemed you could continue your conversation about her position as a Hero Commander. Midoriya would like that conversation as well.

“That’s my spot!” Uraraka shouts as you were about to sit down. You sighed as you stood back up, your eyes raking the couches for a place to sit.

“There’s a spot by Todoroki-kun,” Midoriya said pointing at Shouto. Shouto was sitting on a seat that was a bit too large for one person, but too small for two.

“Thanks,” you smile as you walk over to Shouto. “You mind if I squeeze in next to you?”

Shouto looks at you, his eyes intense as he shakes his head, “No, go ahead and sit.”

You sat at his left with a grin. Your body pressing into his left arm as he concentrated on Iida, and with a nudge, you captured his attention. “I hope you like the gift I bought for you,” you whisper as Iida begins handing out the piles of gifts to each person. Ojiro helping as they were big.

“I don’t think I could hate anything you could give me,” Shouto whispers back as he grabs his pile from Iida.

“Random panties I find on patrol?”

“I’d be honored you thought of me.”

“That’s so gross, Shouto,” you laugh as you take your own pile from Ojiro.

“You’re the one touching random panties from the streets of Japan!” Shouto retorts as he helps you settle your pile onto the floor.

“Touche, Shouto,” you grin as you shove him with your shoulder, “touche.”

“Because it is Uraraka-kun’s birthday coming up, she should go first!” Iida suggests and everyone agrees.

“Oh, I need to tell you something,” Shouto whispers as you cheer on Uraraka who is lifting a gift over her head.

“What is it?” You ask turning your head towards him.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispers before focusing back in onto Uraraka. She lifts out multiple bags of strawberry mochi with a triumphant scream.

“You look handsome tonight, too.”

It doesn’t take long before presents are being opened and you’re feeling content pressed into Shouto’s side.

From Aoyama, you got a crystal mirror that sparkled in the light. The poem about the North Star engraved into the back of the mirror.

From Mina, you got workout clothes specific to a dance class you and the girls were planning on attending together. They were in your favorite color and came with a jacket with your name stitched into it.

From Tsuyu, you got a plushie. It was of your favorite animal and held lots of tiny little snacks that you could carry during a patrol.

From Iida, he presented you with a pair of exercise shoes you had been needing for a while. After all, sparring with Bakugou and Midoriya left your old ones disintegrated.

From Uraraka, she bought you a charm bracelet that had two charms on it already. One of the U.A. building and another of a small group of girls.

Ojiro gave you got a new winter coat. It was white, waterproof and insulated. Your jaw on the ground as you tried it on because it made you look like a marshmallow and you adored that.

Kaminari gave you got his mixtape. On the cassette were a bunch of Kaminari originals he had been promising you for years now, and now you had a copy. That and a gift card to your favorite restaurant.

Kirishima gave you a new ankle and wrist weights. Something to help with your manly journey to becoming the best hero!

Koda bashfully announced that you were getting an all-inclusive trip to an animal and tea shop. Something he gifted everyone in the class, and an event you girls were quick to plan.

Sato gave you a free pass to let him bake you anything you wanted. Another gift given to all the girls, and another gift you girls were excited to use.

Shoji had gifted you a massage gun. Something you had enveloped him in a hug for minutes afterward because it was something you had been meaning to buy.

Jirou’s gift was in a white envelope, two VIP tickets to your favorite band. A very discounted item because her parents knew them and the fact that she was a Pro Hero too.

Sero’s gift was something that made you laugh, it was a high-quality blanket. Soft to the touch, with the ability to keep you warm in a blizzard! It had a class picture printed on it photoshopped with Kaminari’s wheey face onto everyone’s picture.

Tokoyami gave you a picture album with the class’s best memories. It also had many more blank pages for your own pictures.

Hagakure bought you a new set of makeup and brushes. Brushes that you had been eyeing the time you two had gone shopping together too!

Bakugou bought you a new outfit. It was definitely an outfit for warmer weather, and he got annoyed when you went to hug him.

Midoriya made you a present. It was two notebooks full of analysis and suggestions that you had asked for when sparring. You wanted to continue improving and Midoriya was definitely going to help you.

Mineta bought you a gift card to use at a local lingerie store. On the one hand, it had a lot of money on it, on the other hand, you wanted to destroy it.

Momo blushed as she stood up, her grin wide as she looked at everyone. She apologized about being able to properly buy everyone an honest gift as she had been busy these past few months. Nut she promised she made up for it. She had paid off everyone’s apartment/house rent or price. Or in Iida’s and Shouto’s case their groceries for four months.

“This is for you,” Shouto whispered as he handed you a thin rectangular box. “I didn’t want it getting smashed so, I held onto it. I didn’t forget to give you a gift.”

Your eyes focused on the gift that was wrapped in red and silver wrapping paper. Your fingers gently taking it from him as you nodded. Shouto had been giving everyone else gifts with things that reminded him of them. It had some of the most hilarious items to date. But the box told you nothing, no hint, no clue. The attention of the group was on Aoyama who was modeling the new outfits that were gifted to him.

His eyes bore into you as you opened the gift, your eyes widening as you opened the box. “Shouto…” you trailed off as you looked down at the simple yet gorgeous necklace that lay in the box. It had a single diamond on it, yet you knew that it was more expensive than anything you’ve ever bought in your life. “W-What?”

Shouto remained silent as he gently pulled the necklace from the box, he asked you wordlessly to turn around so that he could place it on you. You complied as you shifted in the seat.

“I promise I looked everywhere else for you before choosing this!” Shouto admits as his warm fingers push your hair to the side. The cold chain presses into your skin as you look down at the jewel. “But no matter what I looked at, this was the only thing I liked for you. So, no, I don’t regret or worry about buying you this because I know it was meant to be yours.” His breath teased your exposed skin and it took everything within you not to melt as he fixed your hair.

Not knowing how to thank him, you pulled him into a tight hug, your arms holding him near as he returned the hug. Your lips pressed gently against his cheek, “Thank you, Shouto.”

You pull away and look back to your friends who were still focused on Aoyama who did a spin. Your fingers grazed the shiny jewel, and you lay your head against his shoulder as you consume the fashion show laid out for you.

Xxx

“You’re confessing to him, right?!” Mina hisses as the girls called an impromptu meeting seconds before you were "about to kiss Shouto" on the couch.

“Mina-san, she was about to kiss Todoroki-san right before you ripped her from his grasp!” Momo sighed as gave you an apologetic smile.

“Y/n has liked him since high school! Her first kiss with Todoroki-kun is not going to be while Bakugou is modeling his clothes!” Hagakure defended Mina as she crossed her arms.

“First off, I was not going to kiss him,” you defend yourself as you point a sweeping finger at your friends. “I was going in to get lint in his hair!”

“There wasn’t lint in his hair,” Tsuyu chimed in to which everyone agreed.

“Leave her alone!" Jirou waves her hands, to which you thank her. "She was going to take the lint out with her teeth! To show him what that mouth do!”

Jirou snorts as you shove her.

“Do you see that rock on her neck?! You know she’s not gonna show him only what that mouth do, but also what her—!” Uraraka snickers as she was interrupted by the kitchen door opening.

“Y/n?” Shouto asks, his eyes wide as he sees that you’re flustered and pointing your fingers at them all. “Um… I was wondering if we could talk?”

“Right now?” You squeak as you smooth over your dress. “Of course right now, um, yes let’s go!” You declare, glaring at your friends as you walk towards Shouto. Grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the kitchen the door closing behind you.

“They put up the mistletoe outside right?” Momo whispers as she looks at Jirou who gives a thumbs up.

“Yes, Kaminari said they convinced Todoroki to talk with y/n outside.”

“Does… does Todoroki-kun even know what to do under the mistletoe?” Uraraka asks as she realizes her sheltered friend was still learning new things to this day.

“The boys must’ve explained it to him,” Hagakure insists as she nods. “You can’t fuck up explaining that you kiss someone under the mistletoe. Besides, they want them to get together too!”

Xxx

“Fuck, it’s cold,” you shiver as you wrap your jacket around you.

“Sorry,” Shouto apologizes as he grabs your hands in his. Heat immediately spreads through your skin. He was warming you up, the cold winter air is ignorable, as you and Shouto walk towards the edge of the porch. “There wasn’t any room in there that was private enough, and I needed to talk to you about something important.”

“Oof, don’t tell me you meant to give this necklace to some other girl named y/n,” you tease as you rest your back against the snow-covered railings. “If so, I’m going to need to fight both you and her for it.”

“No, no,” Shouto chuckles as his thumb rubs smooth circles into your skin. “But it is about the necklace.”

You nod your head as you squeeze his hand reassuringly, “What about it?”

“It’s not… too forward is it?” Shouto asks as he takes his right hand to brush your hair from your face. “If you think it’s too much I can take you to return it for something else you’d like.”

The worry and concern that are heavily etched into his face make you laugh softly as you shake your head. “Even though I can’t give you something as great in return, I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.”

“What do you mean? I liked your gift.”

“Shouto, it was a two paid in full all you can eat meals at that soba joint you love, of course, you were going to like it!” You tease as you think back to the hole in the wall you had introduced Shouto to a few months ago.

“Yes, I have to starve for a week to make the most of your gift,” he teases and you snort as you shove him. Your eyes roll as you focus your attention back onto him.

Wait, what was that?

Your eyes flew back up to the ceiling as you saw the powdered with snow mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Your jaw dropped as your heart rate spiked. The hands that were in Shouto’s felt sweaty as you ripped your hands from his.

“What’s wrong?” Shouto asks as he follows your gaze up to the ceiling.

“Mistletoe,” you breathe as your eyes widen. This screamed like a setup to you, but how could the girls know the two of you would have made your way out here?!

“Oh.” Shouto’s voice nearly squeaked.

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” Shouto whispers, his cheeks glowing in embarrassment or from the cold, you had no idea at this point. “If you’re okay with it, um... I’ve never done this before.”

You lick your lips in anticipation and the feeling that Shouto wants to kiss you back. Your heart hammers in your ears as you smile. “It’s okay, I have,” you laugh gently.

“... you have?”

“Yeah!”

“O-oh…”

“It’s okay, it’s something I try not to remember,” you input as you shake your hands. His disappointed, flustered, and jealous aura screaming at you as you cup his cheeks. “You’re the one I wanted to meet under the mistletoe anyways.”

His hands slip through your jacket, holding your waist in his grasp as he lets out a shaky breath. Shouto’s eyes rise to lock on yours finally, and you nod at him.

“Wait you want to do this outside?” Shouto whispers as you near him.

“You’re supposed to do it under the mistletoe,” you mumble as your lips connect with his. Your lips end all arguments that he has as Shouto stills.

The kiss was slow, your eyes closed as you gently coaxed his stiff lips to move with yours. Shouto moved with you smoothly, the kiss gently growing in passion as he pulled you in closer. The kiss burns you as your lips languidly move against each other. Your hands moving from his cheeks to tangling into his gelled hair.

It was perfect, and you found yourself pulling away, ready to confess your feelings for him. But Shouto didn’t seem to be on the same page as his lips pressed against your throat. The feeling of his heated and soft lips against your colder skin made you suck in a sharp breath of air. Your head tilting backward as he peppered clumsy yet attentive kisses against your skin.

“S-Shouto,” you moaned as your fingers grabbed onto the collar of his jacket. This wasn’t what you were expecting from him. Nor was it something you believed to come from a visit under the mistletoe. Your peaked breaths soon calmed, they smoothed into soft and shaky moans as his teeth teased your sensitive skin.

Shudders flew through your body as his tongue caressed your skin. your mind was sinking into a sinking pit that is until he trailed his tongue to the cleavage of your breasts.

“Shouto!” You squeak as you shove his jaw up, his eyes locking on yours confused and drowning with lust.

“What’s wrong, love?” Shouto asks as a strand of hair falls into his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Is this how you meet everyone under the mistletoe?” You pant as your mind is racing too many thoughts a second, you can’t keep up as there is a heat building in you. A heat that begged you to get over your shyness and just let him kiss you in such a lewd way. But this wasn’t Shouto, it couldn’t be.

“I’ve never been under a mistletoe before,” Shouto mumbles as his lips press together. In this brief hesitation, it seems that he remembers something. “Who have you… met under the mistletoe…”

Your face warms as you sigh, it wasn’t a memory you much enjoyed.

“It was Bakugou, but only because the damn store owners were so insistent on it!”

This confession made Shouto still. His eyes turning a near black with emotions you hadn’t seen on his face in quite a while.

“Shouto? Are you okay--mmph?!”

His lips were back over yours immediately. His bruised lips fervently danced against yours as he held his right hand to the back of your neck and the other firmly onto the small of your back. His kiss was demanding, sultry, and overwhelming.

Your questions of his emotions out of your mind as your ass hit the porch railing. The cold snow burning through your dress made you cry out, and Shouto’s tongue presses into your mouth. Your back arches as his left-hand leaves your body. It slams against the railing and the snow melts, and the tongue in your mouth warms you as you shudder in his hold.

Not wanting to be manipulated like this, you ignore how your body feels like it’s melting in his hold. Your mouth suckles onto his tongue. Your hands fist into his hair, making him moan into your mouth as you tug on it sharply.

You can feel the falling snow hitting your cheeks, but your body temperature has spiked so high that it melts before it can make complete contact.

Ripping your mouth from his, your lips trail down his neck, nipping and sucking hickies onto his pale skin. The harsh pants that escaped his mouth and the shaking of his form further incited you as your painted lips met the collar of his shirt.

“Should we go back to my place?” You ask as you pull away, your hands fisting around his tie as you look into his lust-fueled eyes.

“I thought you said we had to do it under the mistletoe?” Shouto questions, his upper lip in almost a sneer as he uses your hands to loosen his tie. Your eyes widened as he stripped off his jacket. He placed it onto the railing that was turning the snow into steam whenever it made contact. “Did you take Bakugou home after finding yourself under the mistletoe with him?”

The words were a near snarl, his eyes angry, his face jealous.

Some part of you wanted to utilize this. You wanted to use this surplus of emotion Shouto was emitting to get him to fuck you against this railing. Another part of you, a louder part of you, demanded to know what was wrong.

“Why would I bring Bakugou home?” You ask as you take Shouto’s flushed cheeks in your hands. “It’s mistletoe, not a porno.”

Shouto blinks once, twice, thrice.

“W-What?”

“Mistletoe, not porno,” you repeat confused. “Shouto, you’re supposed to kiss under the mistletoe.”

It’s then that Shouto’s body freezes. His eyes widening as he stares at you.

His face flushed, lips were swollen from kissing, and hair messy.

“You’re… you’re not supposed to fuck?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he shakes his head.

The small sentence causes your heart to beat wildly as you stare at him, your hands moving from his cheeks to your mouth. “NO!” You squeak as Shouto takes a step back from you, his head dropping.

Coldness envelopes you as Shouto nods his head, “I’m sorry for forcing myself on you, y/n. I… I should go.”

You watch as Shouto turns on his heel, his back stiff as he walks towards the door.

Everything in you screams at you to make him stop, pleading that you pull him back and say you’ll still fuck him. The kissing itself had ignited a fire within you. And there was nothing else you wanted but Shouto to subside the need and desire that had built within you.

“I like you,” you reel as you find yourself taking several steps forward as Shouto’s hand touches the door handle. “I have feelings for you, and when I found out that I could kiss you tonight I took the chance! I know you might be feeling a whole bunch of different emotions that I can’t list. But I want to let you know that I wasn’t letting you do that because of the mistletoe, Shouto! I genuinely really like you and I was going to let you fuck me against the porch railing I was that ready.”

Shouto is frozen at the door, his back tense as his hand drops. You watch in what feels like slow motion as he turns around, his eyes locking on yours. It clicks, his confession is silent as he walks back towards you.

The world has gone silent as Shouto cuts the distance between the two of you before you could react. His mouth pressing against yours as you’re sent walking backward. Your hands grasping his biceps as you’re pressed against a familiar railing.

“I like you,” Shouto gasps against your lips. “Fuck, y/n, I like you so much.”

You don’t answer him as you instead sink your teeth into his lower lip, a groan leaving his mouth as you pull away. His eyes flash dangerously, something new stirring within him as your lips come crashing together again. In a tangle of lips and tongue, his hands leave your waist and grab your ass through the fabric of the dress. The cold is ignorable and the jacket around you is making you sweat as you moan into the kiss.

The melodious sound escaping your mouth stirs Shouto on and his leg slips between your thighs as you arch into him. His leg presses indescribably into your crotch, so you do what you must and grind your hips against his leg.

The grip on your ass tightens as Shouto begins to guide your hips into wide circles against his leg. The grinding pleasures you. The slowly building pressure overwhelming you as you whine against his mouth. His name escapes your mouth like a prayer, soft and hopeful as your mouth suckles against his tongue.

“It’s too hot,” you whimper as you pull away, Shouto trying to follow you with his mouth as you tilt your head. His wandering lips press against your neck and you sigh as you shift to take off the jacket.

“You’re going to get sick,” Shouto warns. His hands leave your rotating ass as he tries to slip the coat back over your shoulders.

Taking his hands and instead press them onto your breasts. As his eyes shifted to your breasts, you dropped your coat to the floor and you stare at him with a growing smirk. “Then you better fuck the cold away.”

His eyes take you in and he slowly nods, his hands groping your breasts as he growls in response, “Don’t think I won’t.”

“Big words for a virgin,” you moan as warmth spreads throughout your body.

“Those are fighting words for someone who’s at my mercy,” Shouto snaps as he pinches your side.

A pained moan escapes your lips as Shouto’s teeth sink back onto your neck. His tongue then lashing out to smooth the wound that was left in its place. He continues to mark your neck as your gasping praises and grinding hips gives him the confidence to continue. His touch is intoxicating and you find yourself whining for more, begging that he do more. Finally, with a deep chuckle, Shouto pulls away from your neck, his lips red and raw.

His eyes trace your body as his hand’s trail from your breasts back onto your ass. Your eyes widen as he picks you up as if you weigh nothing, his hands massaging your flesh as he places you onto the rail. A low sigh escapes your lips at the feeling of the warm wood underneath you.

Your chest heaves with your quickening breathing as you see that this position gives Shouto the perfect entrance to fuck you out here.

There wasn’t much you could do outside. With snow blanketing the world, your friends indoor, and both you and Shouto craving the other there was only so much you could do. Fully expecting Shouto to start unbuckling his pants, your eyes shot open as he lifted the skirt of your dress. His heated fingers trailing up your cool flesh.

Trembling you watched as his fingers reached your panties. His finger stroking your folds as your hands held tightly onto his shoulder. Your pussy aches for more. Your panties soaked from the thigh riding and the being so overwhelmed with emotions for Shouto.

You can do nothing as you feel your panties being peeled from your skin. The soft fabric trailing down your legs and you watch as Shouto looks at them before pocketing them. A smirk overcomes his facial features as you watch him. He takes your wrists in his right hand and moves them behind your back. Your eyes widen as a familiar sound hits your ears.

“I might be a virgin, but I’m not a prude,” he whispers into your ear as cold ice encloses your wrists. “You have only a few minutes to get yourself to cum against my fingers, or else… well, I don’t want to find out.”

Unintentionally, you whimper in both pleasure and pain as the coldness seeps through your skin and your pussy throbs at the threat. Should you heed his command or make him recant. As you contemplate that, you rub your legs together. The slickness of your essence much more noticeable without the fabric in place, and you moan.

Shouto smirks as he looks at your moving legs, and he takes his left hand to trace your inner thigh, teasingly, barely touching your skin. Your eyes flutter as they brush against your slit right before he plunges two fingers into your wet heat. Cursing his name, your walls tremble against him as you press your forehead onto his shoulder. His fingers are warm, but your heat is even warmer.

“Is something wrong?” He feigns innocence as his fingers curl against your wall. They circle within your cunt as you whimper lewdly.

“N-No!” You stammer. The freezing sensation of the ice is almost ignorable with his fingers beginning to push within you. He nods as he begins to move his fingers slowly. Your body squirms in his hold as he increases his speed. Soon his fingers pump within you at unimaginable speeds, your head throwing backward at the pleasure. Your hips find themselves bucking against his fingers as you mewl.

The ice begins to burn as his thumb brushes against your clit.

Your eyes clench close as you surge forward. Your lips pressing against his as you attempt to stop your loud moans. Shouto swallows your moans as he continues to pound his fingers in you. A third one soon entering as his thumb flicks against your clit.

So close, you’re so fucking close.

You can feel the pressure building in you, the coil tightening as you cry out his name, pleading for him to make you cum. Shouto muses at your desperation but does not relieve you of your desires as his fingers leave your cunt. You cry at the expulsion, your pussy craving for him to reenter your needy cunt.

Instead, your wrists are set free from their icy cage. Your skin feels like its burning as Shouto places his fingers into his mouth. He's licking your essence off his skin and you whine at the visual.

“I decided that I want you to come around my cock instead,” Shouto chuckles as you glare at him.

“You’re a dick,” you whine as you watch as Shouto loosens his tie after removing his jacket.

“You’re the greedy one who wanted to fuck right here,” Shouto hums as he unbuckles his belt. You stare at him feeling your pussy throb at the impending sex.

Your eyes fall onto his cock as his pants bunch at his knees, and your mouth dries at the sight of him. Eight inches and thick, his hand fists against his length, low grunts escaping his mouth as he steps near to you.

“Are you okay with this?” Shouto asks as the head of his cock brushes against your wet folds.

You nod your head as you shudder at the sensations that run through your veins, “Yes, are you?”

He nods too as he grunts softly. He begins to grind his cock against your folds. The increased pressure than what he was doing before makes you moan as he coats himself with your juices. Your hands hold onto his biceps as he continues to move his cock between your folds. teasing your clit instead of penetrating you and you whine in protest. The stimulation of your clit appreciated but you wanted him to fill you up.

“Will you just fuck me already?!” You rasp as you pathetically circle your hips against his length.

Shouto chuckles as he locks eyes with you, “Maybe.”

Your mouth opens to argue, but you’re cut off by him pushing himself into your needy pussy without warning. His length barely fits entirely within you, and his girth causes your head to spin as he stretches you out. “FUCK!” You hiss as your head presses into his collarbone.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Shouto shudders as your walls spasm against him, overloading him with sensations as he tries to calm himself. “Y-You’re so fucking tight.”

“Move, Shouto,” you beg eagerly needing more friction from him. “Please fucking move.”

With a grunt of confirmation, Shouto rolls his hips. You curse as his hips move outward before bottoming back into you. Your hips move in time with his, and intermingled moans resonate within your now joined mouths. His thrusting picks up speed the more comfortable he gets. His moving hips slamming against yours as you cry into his mouth. His hand grips your waist as he pulls you from the railing, one of your legs hooked around his waist as the other shakily stands. He slides his other hand down your back so that he can cup the bottom your ass. It’s a stretch and it adds to his vigorous thrusts into your cunt.

The feel of Shouto’s pelvis slapping against yours is your remedy — you’re craving him even more and he is well aware of that fact.

You’re swelling with euphoria and lust when he decides to amp up your pleasure by bringing his right hand to your clit. His fingers circle against your clit with his ice-cold touch, it shocks you as your heated body jerks under the new temperature. With the added temperature play, it feels as if your body is breaking under his will. Your pussy clenching at sensations he’s giving you. Your hips rolling against his pounding hips, and he moans in return to how your walls clench against him.

Your head lolls to the side as you’re overwhelmed by the blazing heat in your core. The pressure of your cunt heavily evident throughout your entire body. You needed to keep it together, you wanted to keep going. The head of his cock finally comes to press against your sweet spot as he shifts your hips and you shriek.

“Fuck! Please, right there!” You beg as Shouto shakily nods, his hips coming to snap into that same spot over and over. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you’re no longer able to speak. You’re completely overpowered by his snapping hips.

“Will you come for me,” he groans out, his voice a pleading hope.

Your head nods frantically as you're unable to trust your voice. The action satisfies Shouto as he hisses lowly. Faster and harder, his fingers switch from pressing small circles to large figure-eights on your clit, while his hips slamming faster into you. You can’t handle the pleasure any more, and you feel your high coming.

“Shouto,” you gasp as he presses a kiss against your mouth again. His hands moving to lift you up, you can only cry in pleasure as he slams your back against a pole. His hips continuing to snap into you at insane speeds. You’re not able to keep up as sparks ignite in your veins as he slams into you over and over.

Your orgasm hits your body and it’s as if you’re falling away into ecstasy. Your mind spinning and dazed from the continuous world-altering sensations. You cry out his name as he still continues at his unmerciful pace. That is until he suddenly pulls out and drops you onto your shaking legs.

Whining at the loss of his cock, and the fact that you’re now on your feet, you open your shut eyes and stare at him unable to speak.

“Turn around,” he growls. You can’t believe he wants you to go for his own orgasm with you in a whole new position. Was he really a virgin you question as he fists his cock as you reposition yourself onto the railing. Your chest presses weirdly onto the wood as your knees buckle, and you look over your shoulder to see Shouto raising the skirt of your dress.

Shouto doesn’t ask to insert himself in you again. Your fingers grip the railing as he slams back in and you let out a sharp cry as you seize forward.

He starts up a brutal pace with his hips slapping against your ass with each and every thrust. Your hands move to your mouth as you cry as you rock forward with every thrust. His hips remain steady as his pace accelerates. You watch on a dazed high as snow falls onto your moving hair. Your fingers shoved into your mouth like a gag as he grips your hips. You use all of your willpower to push your hips back against his to meet him thrust by thrust.

Slowly, he starts to vocalize more and more. His lips moaning your name and crying out. He keeps one gripping hand on your hips while the other slips to your clit. Your mind snaps as he begins rubbing meticulous shapes onto your puffy nerves.

You can tell he’s close.

He’s chanting your name against your spine like some mindless prayer to you. His hot breath fanning onto your exposed skin. The hand on your hip grips you tighter, definitely bruising your skin. So you grip the railing with one hand and the other remains in your mouth.

“Are you ready?” Shouto growls while nipping at your skin. “Ready to take my cum?”

“Yes! Please, Shouto!” You choke out from your fingers, the pleasure and overstimulation reaching their tipping point once again.

“Then fucking come.”

Your toes curl as you let out a sob of pleasure. Your arm is unable to support yourself anymore as you let your torso slam against the railing. The circles on your clit finally stop and your abused cunt clenches around Shouto’s cock. Your body reaches its second orgasm of the night, and Shouto arrives with you.

He cries out a “Fuck!” and your name as his speed spills within you. It’s the loudest he’s been all night, which makes you whine at the sound of your name being said so vulgarly from his mouth. As your cries become breathless pants, you press your hands against the railings. The saliva on your fingers turning cold as the two of you stand still for what feels like some time. You feel him slide both of his hands on top of yours to intertwine with yours as cum spurts out of his cock, filling you up.

He rubs circles on top of your hands with his thumbs as he slides himself out. The feeling of him gone makes the both of you whimper at the loss of each other’s fill. You feel some of his cum seep out, and you shudder at the emptiness your cunt now feels.

You slowly stretch back up, your body hurting and now quickly turning cold with the lack of his heat.

Shouto is two steps ahead of you as he grabs your tossed coat from the floor and wraps you tightly within its fabric. “There,” he smiles as he pulls up his own pants, his face still flushed for different reasons.

You giggle as you shake your head, “Did I really get dicked down because of mistletoe?”

A snort escapes Shouto’s lips as he nods, “You did.”

“Well, I do like you, Shouto,” you whisper as he finishes dressing. “It’s not just because of the mistletoe.”

“I know,” Shouto whispers as he takes your cheeks in his hands. “And now this is me asking you on a date and if you’d like to be my girlfriend.”

Joy fills your heart as you laugh softly. “I’d love to be,” you say as your lips meet his in a gentle kiss right under the mistletoe.

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I have seriously fallen in LOVE with your writing now. Thank you so much but I would love to request another if that's alright! Iv always wondered what Jason would do if hid s/o turned out like him? Drowned or killed in some way only to come back stronger than before ?

***sneaks in and posts this after letting it sit here for 100 years***

Sorry. Hope you like it anyway. Its not my best but I tried. 

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Jason cried behind his mask, garbled wounded sounds from broken vocal cords. He clutched you to him, drenching himself in your blood as it trickled to a stop. You were gone, had been for hours, and he was frantic. He rubbed against your rigid skin, desperate to return the warmth and color to it.

Grey didn’t suit you.

He couldn’t feel your thumping heart against his chest. He regretted every moment he took it for granted.

“Jason. Sweetheart. You have to bury her.” His mother’s voice echoed inside his head, strong in all its softness. He shook his head, clutching your corpse tighter against his chest. He would not put you in the ground. It was cold and dark and you deserved the sunshine. You deserved to see the day.

“Oh my sweet boy,” she sighs and he can feel her phantom fingers stroking his head, “You must let her go. You must honor her. Let nature take its course. It will be okay.”

For the first time in his life, he doubted his mother’s words. How could anything ever be okay again? He lost you. He failed you. He miscounted and those stupid teenagers ripped you apart before he could catch them. Your screams echoed inside of his rib cage. You had cuts all over your hands and arms, skin jammed under your fingernails and blood on your lips and teeth and bruises on your eyes.

You had fought them. Viciously.

But they had been too much for you.

Jason wished he could resurrect them, pump life back into them just to take it away again. He had raged, slashing at the group recklessly until parts of them started flying off with the force of his machete. Torture wasn’t really his thing but his time with Freddy had showed him the benefits of a long drawn-out kill. He wanted them to experience the pain they put you through before your body gave out, before you had fallen helplessly into death’s waiting arms.  

He regrets their short deaths and promises to get his revenge on the next group of teenagers that show up. They were all the same and all of them would fall victim to his blade.

“Jason,” his mother coos again, “We can’t leave her here. Let’s put her close to us. They did like that spot beside your cabin. They used to read out loud to you as you cleaned traps. You can watch over her there.”

Another wail, a sound that can only be called a hybrid between agony and haunted, burst from his mouth. You did like to sit outside and read to him while he worked. You had said that you liked being close to him and, this way, you could spent time together while doing different things. He wasn’t really interested in the stories but the soothing lilt to your voice kept him calm and focused.

He had known that you loved him then, that everything he felt was reciprocated and he didn’t have to worry if you left. You had sought him out instead of running. You had chosen to spend your time with him as a companion instead of locking yourself away from him, thinking of a way to leave.

And now you were gone and he’d never experience the feeling he got when he saw you approaching, book in hand and sweetness dusted along your face, ever again.

“Oh my sweet boy,” Pamela shushes as her son moans, distraught “I know it hurts but you need to get her buried. Come on now.”

You were buried in a well dug, perfectly shaped hole. Jason didn’t go six feet down, it was too dark and he didn’t want you to be scared down there. He crafted a headstone from a chunk of rock with the tools he had around the campsite. He couldn’t spell so he engraved a love-heart into the stone instead of your name.

Pamela watched on with fondness, her hands guiding his when they started to shake.

Jason, changed in ways he had never understood before, returned to his life before you. He was no longer the man he had been before he had known your soft eyes and kind touch. His killings became more brutal. More drawn out. He chased them more. He skinned and flayed his victims in ways that even Freddy was intimidated by. His trappings became more elaborate – filled with ways to break their spirits before he broke their bodies. He leaned into a nature that wasn’t completely his but fit him well enough all the same, determined to uphold your honor and destroy those who sought to taint the land you were a part of now.

He visited your grave consistently, making sure it remained untouched and nice. After a month, he saw that grass had started rising from where he buried you and he wept. He was tempted to pull it all out but his mother reminded him of how much you liked nature. You liked grass.

So he left it.

He left the grass that grew on and around your grave.

He left the dandelions that sprouted soon after.

He left the ladybugs and butterflies and all manner of critters that came to hang out alone.

He left the bush that began sprouting from the hole.

A cycle of seasons passed and he remained the same, standing guard over the camp and your grave. You had become your own legend, the counterpart to Jason and Pamela. The last batch of campers had told ghost stories of you, weaving words of malice as they compared you to Davy Jones’ chest. How finding your grave was supposed to bring them protection.Their deaths were brutal but Jason savored the way your name sounded out loud. He made sure to rest his weary head beside your headstone that evening, his hand buried in the dirt under the bush that grew there.

He had no need for sleep but his dreams offered him the comfort of you alive in his arms so he took to doing it regularly. Freddy didn’t touch his dreams any more. The last time he interrupted a dream of you hadn’t been pretty and neither of them had really recovered from the incident.

On the anniversary of your death, he woke up to something feeling very wrong. He could feel his mother nudging him, urging him to wake up. She sounded pleased but something in Jason’s stomach told him that there was something wrong. Something was different. The energy around the camp had changed.

“Go to the grave Jason,” his mother urges, “Go now.”

He did, anger rising to the surface as he turned down the path that led to your cabin. Was someone at your grave? Had someone escaped his notice and found your resting place? He knew that finding your grave had become a sort of game for those who intruded and bringing back proof that you existed was ‘desirable.’ There were ‘bragging rights’ associated with the desecration.  

Jason would not allow it. God himself would tremble at the fury he would unleash on those who dared lay a hand on your grave.

As he neared, he could feel the presence of another and he was fully expecting to find intruders to slaughter. He couldn’t hear any and he couldn’t see any but someone was here.

He wasn’t expecting to see you.

But there you were, sitting in the dirt beside your headstone, confused and terrified and new. The bush was gone. The dandelions were gone.

If he had a heart, it would have stopped. Distractedly, he could feel his mother smiling.

“Jason,” you whimpered, eyes wet and wide as you gazed at him, “Jason.”

Jason has never moved so fast in his life.

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The Wrath of War

Chapter Seventeen

“We’ll get through this,” Eren had said, pulling his friends into a tight, group hug. Eden nodded, the muffled voices around her slowly slowly becoming sharper and clearer. 

Where was she?

“You, Mikasa, Eden and I. We’ll join the Scout Regiment and fight for the sea. We’ll fight for the taste of freedom. And then when that day comes, we’ll sit together and reminisce about all the tough times we’ve gone through just to get to that moment,” Armin replied softly as they pulled away. 

Each child had a flame in their eyes. Two pairs of crystal blue eyes, a duo of onyx jewels as well as another pair of honey-colored eyes that glinted with a shade of emerald. After the horrors they had witnessed that day in Shiganshina; the deaths that had cracked through each crevice of their bones; they had vowed to fight until death grabbed their hand. 

Eden felt drowsy as the world around her slowed down and the faces of her friends grew blurry. She looked around to see the atmosphere change, those distant voices that rang at the back of her mind growing more realistic. 

“Hey, Eden, I brought you an apple. Well, honestly, Connie made me give it up. I actually really wanted to eat that apple...-” 

Slap

“Ouch, sorry. Scratch that, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just joking, hehe,” Sasha rambled on, rubbing her arm as she rolled her eyes at Connie’s irked stare. 

Velveteen lashes fluttered opened gradually; the immediate light burning her pupils. Eden hissed, shutting her eyes once more as she came to her senses at a dreadfully slow pace. She caught sight of the familiar layout vividly resembling the medical quarters situated at their base. 

Two light gasps bounced through the air. Her bed shifted under moving weight and once she took a deep breath; Eden managed to open one eye. 

Sasha and Connie stared at her through comically wide eyes. The girl blinked slowly at them, raising a weak hand to touch her pounding temple. 

“What...happened?” 

The duo exchanged glances and Sasha swallowed thickly. Connie bounced on his heels before clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck.

“You got severely injured on the battlefield. Safe to say, you were this close to being squeezed to death,” Connie pinched his fingers together, indicating the lack of space between his index and his thumb finger. “You’ve been out cold for the past couple of days, on IV’s and stuff, I don’t know.” 

Eden tried sitting up, but the weight of her tattered body pleaded her to remain still. “What do you mean I’ve been ‘out cold for the past couple of days’? What about Armin? He was with me, is he okay? And the rest, where are they?” The words trickled out through her lips like a mellow waterfall. 

Sasha sent her a wary smile, placing her hand over hers against the warm blanket. “Everyone from our team is healthy and safe. Unfortunately, we can’t say the same about Hange’s squad. She lost a couple of her comrades during the battle.” She lowered her eyes as she spoke, bottom lip quivering. 

Eden let go of a slow sigh, the movement causing her lungs to burn up and swell against her heart. She palmed the fabric of her blanket in between her fingers. “Shit. Was the mission a failure then? Did we manage to secure the sighting hotspot?” 

Both of her comrade-friends shook their heads glumly. Connie spoke up.

“We came back to help Hange’s team after seeing that separation would only make things worse. Captain Levi shot the final flare at the sight of literally a dozen titans heading our way. We just didn’t have enough manpower to push through all of them; especially since your team was already completely ambushed. No one expected it to be that bad...” 

Eden stayed silent as she tried to process his words. Her brain racked against her skull as she thought about all the pain and suffering her fallen comrades had experienced right before their lives were ripped out of their bodies by the vile, humanoid creatures. It made her blood boil and her lip quiver. 

“How did you manage to pull me out of the titan’s grasp? I can’t remember much except how peaceful I began feeling when I finally closed my eyes...I thought I was dead...”

“We’re so happy you’re not, Eden. What happened was...-”

“Excuse me, leave the poor girl to rest,” the familiar voice of the assigned nurse made her two friends jump out of their skin. She ushered them both out in an irritated voice before walking back to Eden. 

“Can you please tell me what’s wrong with me? When can I join my team back on the field...-”

“Not anytime soon, dear. You should be grateful you’re not currently six-feet under. Your lungs collapsed due to the pressure, so you’ll be sticking to bedrest for the time being until it gets better. Don’t look at me like that, I told you, it could’ve been worse. There was some internal bleeding that we stopped once you arrived, what else...ah yes, you’re lucky...this time, you managed to fracture just two ribs!” The nurse told her, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she spoke. 

Eden refrained from the need to roll her eyes at her and involuntarily winced instead at the sudden pains in her chest. The medic assured her that this would happen often until her internal organs heal with the help of medication, rest and the will to live. 

 Deep down, through all the trauma her body underwent that day; Eden’s mind was fixed on one tiny thought that seemed to devour her entire soul; would Captain Levi come and visit her? 

The day’s hours quickly trickled by as Eden spent it dealing with constant visits, naps and by sulking and glaring at the ceiling. She begged the nurse to give her something to numb the pain; but the older woman had assured her that she will do so after dinner.

Eden didn’t even have enough energy to snap back at her. 

The sun began settling, bringing in a warm, orange shade into the infirmary. The rays grazed against Eden’s blanket, caressing her skin softly as her body began to ache. Mikasa had just left, bidding her a good night after helping Eden bathe.

The injured girl felt like such a nuisance and begged her friend multiple times to leave, stating she could manage on her own. But Mikasa being Mikasa; never left her side. Her nurse finally injected her with a large dose of painkillers, assuring her that they would stop the pain for at least a couple of long hours. She had also told her that they would make her feel sleepy and droopy. Eden merely nodded and thanked her for the medication.

Now, tightly wrapped up in her warm duvet, the charcoal-haired girl counted the each clock tick; completely bored out of her mind. She didn’t feel like the medicine had kicked in yet; but the nurse had reassured her that it could take some time for them to kick in and knock her out. Her eye twitched at the sound of the door gently opening. 

A tender smile crept up on her face as he made his way towards her bed. 

“Hi, Jeanie-boy,” she greeted him softly, tilting her head towards him against the pillow. 

His expression was strained and that remained intact when he sent her a smile, pulling her hand into his. “Hi, darling. How are you feeling?” 

“I’ve been better, but I’ll manage. Can’t get rid of me that quickly now, can you?” 

He let go of a gentle huff, his thumb rubbing circles against her soft skin. Eden bit her lip, brows lacing together slightly. He remained silent, staring down at their interlinked fingers.

“Something is wrong. Talk to me,” she urged him gently, squeezing his hand with her palm. 

Jean pursed his lips tightly; clenching his jaw tightly as contemplation painted against his tense face. “Do you remember what happened...that day?” 

Eden’s own expression grew more rigid as she tried her best to call back any memories she had. She released an exasperated sigh, sinking deeper into the pillow. 

“I’m sorry Jean. I really can’t remember much. My horse threw me off the saddle; Armin came back for me...we ran towards the horses and then a titan just grabbed me. That’s all I recall.”

Jean bit his lip before running a hand across his face; shifting against her mattress. She watched him silently, afraid that if she pushed him; he’d snap at her. And she wanted Jean to open up on his own terms. 

“I feel like I can’t really do this anymore, Eden.” 

Her almond eyes grew larger, lips parting in wonder. “Can’t do what, Jean? What’s going on?” 

The boy only shook his head in response, eyes betraying how deep in thought he was. Eden’s heart clenched uneasily. 

“I can’t just share you. It’s not right and I don’t feel good knowing I can’t have you all to myself.” 

His confession hung in the air heavily. Jean watched her carefully as she tried understanding his words. But, to no avail. 

“I-I don’t understand. What are you talking about?” 

Jean pinched the bridge of his nose before saying, “You’ll understand what I’m telling you on your own terms. I’m sorry it has to go down this way. You mean so much to me, Chiasa. And I can fully understand the situation you’re in right now. The confusion and all. I’ve been in that position. Which is why I’m trying to help you make things easier- even if nothing makes sense to you right now.”

Eden placed her other hand over his, grazing the skin on the back of his palm reassuringly. She listened intently to each word; feeling her heart crack just a little bit.

“I don’t want to lose you, Jean.”

The boy made a face, leaning in closer towards the resting girl. “Psh, who said anything about losing anyone? There’s no way in hell you’ll lose me, Eden; you can trust me on that. Otherwise, you can write a letter to my mother and tell her how embarrassed I was when she sent me that stuffed plush bear and you were the one who caught me with it.” 

The memory made Eden laugh, her eyes crinkling at the edges as Jean’s own brown eyes twinkled down at her. 

“That’s a deal.” 

Jean leaned in closer, pressing his warm, plush lips against Eden’s forehead. She closed her eyes, taking in his scent that seemingly overwhelmed her entirely. Everything with him was so cozy, definite and practically perfect. It was such a stark juxtaposition to the feelings the man with steely, blank eyes sparked within her. 

“But, just because I’ve decided to let you go now, does not mean I will not keep trying,” he muttered when pulling away. Eden sent him a toothy grin that was masked with a layer of grimness once her question slammed against her brain.

“Can you tell me what happened after I blacked out?” 

Jean’s eyes darkened as he looked down at their hands. He gritted his teeth, craning his neck to the side before meeting her curious gaze. 

“I...I was the one who saved you.” He hesitated for a moment, but continued nevertheless. “When all went to shit and the Captain shot the terminated mission flare; I made my way back to you. I don’t know what it was, but I just knew that something was wrong. I found Armin charging at the bastard that had grabbed you, aiming for its wrist tendon but...I managed to slice its nape seconds before you were going to land in its mouth. It was a miracle, really. If I was even a millisecond late; you would have...died.” 

Eden felt like the air was knocked out of her bruised lungs. She looked away, realization creeping down her spine as she thought back to how close she was to death. Only to be saved and gifted with another chance at life. She suppressed a yawn, her lids growing heavier.

Jean released an empty, humorless laugh; shaking his head at the memories that flashed before his eyes. “And then, when I got to you...you said his name.” He stood abruptly, gently laying Eden’s hand back against the softness of the duvet as she watched him sleepily; her mind overpowered by the drug previously injected into her bloodstream to tend to the pains. 

She was drowning in so many questions, but felt like she didn’t have enough time to answer them for herself. She called for Jean gently; earning a sweet, supple smile from the boy as he gazed down at her. His head snapped towards the entrance and immediately, his expression contorted into one filled with deep-rooted vexation. 

“Out of everyone within the walls; why him?” Jean muttered under his breath- a question devoted more to himself rather than the dazed girl on the brink of slumber. He bid her a good night and went his separate way.

Eden groaned in response, her lids completely slipping shut by the time the sound of approaching boots had reached her ears. 

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Broken Flock (9/??)

Summary: It’s been two years since you uprooted your life and left to figure out who you really are, leaving behind Bucky and Clint with little more than a note as a warning. Now, New York is calling your name and it’s time to go home. How will Clint and Bucky react to your return, and how will the time have affected your relationship?

A/N: HELLO, WE HAVE REACHED THE END OF THE ANGST TRAIN, TIME TO DISEMBARK. There will be mentions of Sad Times later on down the road, but as of the last third of this chapter, we’re headed to that happy ending I promised last chapter. Anyway, please enjoy!

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Pairing: WinterhawkxReader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Canon typical violence, mentions of needles/IVs

Part 8

“We’re certain she’s in there,” Bucky says. “And we need to move now if we’re gonna get her out.”

Steve nods. “Alright, what’s the plan?”

“You, Sam, and Nat will focus on the goons and finding whoever’s in charge,” Clint explains. “Bucky and I are going to find (Y/N). We think she’s in the barn, but we can’t go in through the side unless we want the whole thing to come down on top of her.”

“When do we move?” Sam asks.

“As soon as possible. Now, if we can.”

“Then let’s do it,” Steve says.

Bucky pauses. “Really? What about Ross and his bullshit accords?”

“Fuck the Accords,” Steve says. “(Y/N) is our family, and we’re going to do whatever it takes right now to save her. I’m tired of trying to work around his little roadblocks. These bastards wormed their way through his cracks, and we’re going to make sure they pay for what they’ve done.”

“Alright.” Bucky nods. “Then we act now, before they can do anything to prepare for us.”

“Move fast, hit ‘em hard.” Steve nods once. “Understood.”

“Alright.” Clint looks around at the group. “Let’s do this.”

“No one is coming for you.”

“Okay,” I say simply.

My answer is rewarded with a slap across my face and I just let my head fall forward. My chin hits my chest and my eyes close of their own accord. I want nothing more than to curl into a ball and sleep, but the chains around my wrists keep me held up against the wall like some kind of bastardized crucifix.

“You’re ours,” the Doctor declares. She paces in front of me, but I can’t bring myself to look at her. “I will complete my research, and you’re going to help me do it.”

She slaps me again when I don’t say anything. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore. She didn’t want me to fight back when she initially captured me, but was intrigued when I did the day before. When I talk back, she hits me. When I don’t react at all, she hits me. There’s no winning with this woman.

My legs begin to give out and the chains around my wrists start to dig in when they’re forced to hold up more weight. I wince and do what I can to keep my feet underneath my body, but I barely have the energy to lift my head.

Someone rushes into the barn and the Doctor stops pacing. They rattle off something that sounds urgent, that needs the Doctor’s immediate attention, but I can’t seem to focus on their words. She shifts back towards me momentarily and I turn my face away from her and squeeze my eyes shut. She makes a frustrated noise before hurrying out into the hallway, grunt in tow.

I give myself a moment to breathe before I try to stand at my full height. My legs shake, but I have just enough time to get a firm grip on the chains and wrap them around my hands once. With just that small adjustment, I can support myself better, even if I can’t fully stand, and the cuffs don’t dig into my wrists the way they did before.

There’s a shout from the hallway, followed by muffled thuds and groans. A herd of thugs thunder past the door. One voice stands out against the rest of the noise, barking out orders, only to be cut off by a distant explosion. A gun fires and I flinch.

Steve, Natasha, and Sam sneak into the main building, careful to not draw attention to themselves. Clint and Bucky don’t waste time with any kind of subtlety.

Clint blasts a hole into the side of the main building with an explosive arrow and Bucky moves through the rubble before the smoke clears. As soon as Clint joins Bucky, they're surrounded by goons. Bucky makes a mental note of the lack of identifying patches on their uniforms before he smacks one of them with the stock of his rifle and throws another into the wall. The man leaves a dent in the plaster and falls to the linoleum in a heap.

Clint takes down large clumps of men with net and putty arrows at the end of the hall opposite their destination. When he's finished, he joins Bucky in mowing through the guards blocking the way to the barn. They're not particularly careful as they go, not paying much attention to the force they use. They're more concerned with getting to (Y/N) than they are with the health of the people who kidnapped her.

They work quickly and methodically until no one is left standing. Clint signals to Bucky when he finds an open door, right about where they initially guessed the barn would be. They freeze as soon as they step through the door.

(Y/N) is strung up by her arms, barely able to keep herself standing. Clint cautiously approaches and finds her face turned away from them, her eyes squeezed shut. He glances back at Bucky, who looks like he wants to throw up, and his stomach clenches. He takes another step towards (Y/N).

“(Y/N),” he says softly. “Open your eyes.”

“Clint?” she croaks.

“Yeah, honey, it’s me. Bucky’s here too.”

Her eyes flutter open and she looks around the barn. Her grip on the chains tightens when she sees her boys. She shakes her head and presses her back against the wall.

“You’re not really here,” she whispers.

“We are,” he says. “I promise we are.”

Clint reaches out and brushes away the tear that’s rolled down her cheek. (Y/N) doesn’t flinch away from his touch like he thought she would. Instead, she presses her cheek to his hand and her bottom lip begins to tremble.

Clint motions for Bucky to come closer, and he slowly approaches, scared that he’ll spook (Y/N) if he’s too loud.

“We’re gonna get you outta here,” Bucky says softly.

He crouches down and breaks the chains at her ankles so that Clint can pick her up and relieve the stress on her wrists. Bucky then snaps the chains on both wrists and her arms fall around Clint’s neck. Bucky reaches up and ghosts his fingertips over her cheek and she blinks. They watch as she slowly realizes that they really have come for her and her face crumples. She covers her mouth with her and as she begins to cry and she presses her forehead to Clint’s chest.

“Come on.” Bucky turns to the door and Clint follows. “We’re leaving.”

“What about Steve, Sam, and Nat?”

“They can catch up.”

“They’re here?” (Y/N) asks. The scratchiness of her voice breaks Clint’s heart.

“Yeah, they helped us find you,” Clint explains.

"Oh." She takes a shaky breath and reaches out to Bucky. "Thank you."

Bucky takes her hand and kisses her knuckles. "Nothing to thank us for. We should've been here sooner."

Her head falls back to Clint's chest and all three of them bundle out to the hallway.

Leaving the facility is easy compared to getting in. Every single man they took out on the way in is still in a heap on the floor as they move through the hallway. Clint's arms tighten around (Y/N) as they near their exit point. As soon as they're clear, Clint and Bucky sprint back to the quinjet.

They slow as they reach the line of trees that hide the jet from sight. Bucky lifts his rifle and steps into the brush first. When he knows the coast is clear, he signals for Clint to follow. They lift the ramp as soon as they’re inside. Clint takes a seat with (Y/N) in his lap. He looks up when Bucky makes a sound akin to a growl and finds him with a knife in his hand.

“Bucky?”

“They put belts around her wings,” Bucky grinds out. He kneels at Clint’s feet and pulls one of the straps away from her feathers. She whimpers. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, but I gotta get these off.”

(Y/N) just nods and presses her face to Clint’s chest. She presses her fist to her mouth to muffle her noises of discomfort as Bucky saws through the leather. As soon as he tosses the third and final strap to the side, Bucky takes a seat beside Clint and (Y/N) lets her head fall to his shoulder. He places his hand on the back of her neck and kisses the top of her head before tracing over her jaw with his thumb.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he murmurs.

She just shakes her head and loops her arm around his. “S’fine. Kind of my fault.”

“None of this is your fault,” Clint says. “You should’ve been home, safe.”

“But now I’m safe with you.” She grabs Clint’s hand and squeezes gently. “I knew you’d find me.”

Clint and Bucky look at each over her head. Bucky lets out a shaky breath and Clint nods, confirming that he feels the same. Relieved to have her back, but devastated seeing what she’s gone through.

Bucky’s earpiece crackles to life and he presses his finger to, saying, “What is it?”

“Where are you?”

“We’re on the jet. We found (Y/N) and got out of there.”

“Is she alright?” Steve asks.

“She’s injured and exhausted,” Bucky says. He kisses her forehead and she shifts against him. “But she’s alive.”

“Good. We’re just about finished here. Natasha and I are gonna stay behind and wait for reinforcements. We’ll join you upstate once we’ve rounded everyone up.”

“What about Sam?”

“He’ll be flying back with you.” Steve pauses and Bucky hears a heavy thud. “Did you really have to throw them into walls?”

“They were in our way.”

Steve sighs. “Sam’s on his way to meet you. I’m glad she’s safe.”

“Thanks for your help.”

“We’ll see you at the compound.”

The line goes dead and Bucky pockets the earpiece. He relays everything to Clint who simply nods.

By the time Sam makes it back to the quinjet, (Y/N) has fallen asleep and Bucky and Clint are finally starting to relax. They begin to doze as the jet rumbles to life.

I dozed off, somehow. My entire body is sore, and I can’t find the energy to move, but the quiet beeping edging into my consciousness is telling me to wake up. In spite of this, it still takes me several minutes to force my eyes open.

When I manage to crack open one eye, I find that the room is dimly lit by a single lamp in the corner. There’s a couch next to the lamp where Clint and Bucky are fast asleep. Clint has Bucky tucked under his arm and his head is tipped back against the wall as he snores softly. Bucky, with his head on Clint’s chest, has folded his arms and is scowling in his sleep.

Watching the two of them sleep, a feeling of peace washes through me. Clint shifts in his sleep and Bucky presses closer to his side and I smile. I wish I could be over there with them, but just being in the same room is enough for me right now.

I pull the thin blanket up, over my shoulders and hug my arms to my chest, careful to avoid the IV tube. The sounds of their deep, steady breathing lulls me back to sleep.

I wake again later, feeling significantly better than I had before. My back still aches, but I suspect it will for a while due to the abuse my wings took and the time that they were strapped down.

I stretch my arms out in front of me and then scrub my hands over my face.

With my eyes still closed I call out, “Bucky?”

Receiving no answer, I open my eyes and glance around the room, only to find it empty. The lamp in the corner is still the only light on in the room, and my eyes adjust easily. I sigh and slowly sit up. I can’t straighten my back fully yet, but leaning forward slightly allows me to extend my wings and stretch out my back. I stretch my wings out to their full length and I’m surprised when there’s no tug on my feathers.

I wrap my right wing around and am shocked to see that the tar that had covered the primary feathers is gone. I reach around to the left side and find nothing but soft feathers. Even better than clean feathers, none of them are missing. I remember when the Doctor had suggested trimming the tar from my feathers and knowing that wasn’t ultimately necessary almost reduces me to tears.

The sound of footsteps approaching in the hallway makes me freeze. I peek around my wing and wait.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky stands in the doorway, looking like he’s about to drop the phone in his hand. I shift towards the edge of the bed and he darts into the room. “Don’t move, you’re still hurt.”

I nod, but still turn myself to face him and fold my legs underneath myself. He slowly approaches, almost as if he’s worried about spooking me. He stops just short of the bed, and my fingers twitch with the need to have him just a little closer. Close enough to touch. To hold his hand. I reach out to him and curl my fingers into the hem of his shirt and tug him slightly closer. I hesitate a moment before taking his hand. Bucky readily weaves his fingers with mine and lifts our linked hands to kiss my knuckles.

“Please stay with me,” I whisper.

“Of course I will,” he says. He carefully takes my face in his hands and presses a tender kiss to my forehead. He pulls away and swipes his thumb over my cheek. “Of course I will, sweetheart.”

He pulls up a chair and sits beside the bed. He tells me to leave the IV alone and I laugh.

“I haven’t touched it, Buck.”

“Good. You need those fluids.”

“I know.” I squeeze his hands. A shadow appears in the doorway and I glance up and smile. “Clint.”

“You’re awake!” He drags a chair across the room with him and plants himself next to Bucky, only to immediately stand up again. “I wanna hug you so bad.”

I glance between Clint and Bucky, Bucky smiles and nods. I push myself up on my knees and wrap my arms around Clint’s shoulders. His arms circle around my middle and he presses his nose to my shoulder.

“I missed you so much,” I murmur.

“We missed you too,” he says. “We were so worried. I’m sorry it took us so long.”

“You found me.” I comb my fingers through his hair. “Just like I knew you would.”

“You left a note,” Bucky wraps his arms around Clint and I. “We knew you wouldn’t run off again.”

“Never.” I pull away to look at them. “Never again. You’re stuck with me.”

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Part 10

So, how about that happy ending? That’s not the end of it, I promise, but it’s a good start. No more hurting anyone from now on, I promise.

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Hey bestie! could i get a ship for that 70s show?

i’m a 5’6 nonbinary (she/they) with short hair and curtain bangs my hair colour is done to look like narcissa malfoys (dark brown with platinum blonde on the underside). I have blue/grey eyes.

i’m an INFP, Ravenclaw, and a Taurus. My hobbies are making music, and playing pranks on my sister lol. I love marvel, harry potter, and criminal minds.

ive been told i’m very cocky and my ego is through the roof. I’d consider myself a very kind person who’s easy to talk to. i like to joke around a lot with my friends and sarcasm is my first language,

My aesthetic conveniently is very 70s/vintage, and my music taste is also a lot of throwbacks.

what i want to do when i’m older is forensic psychology!

hope you get to mine but if not that’s fine! Love your writing!

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Thank you bestie! You sound like an amazing, interesting person! (And gorgeous too) I got you! And thank you SO much for reading my content. You, are amazing <3 

Who’s Up For A Challenge?

Michael Kelso x reader

-Y/n L/n was new in town and found enjoyment in messing with the players of the town.

-She was known as “that chick”

-She was incredibly witty, sarcastic, cocky, but so kind and beautiful.

-She may have accidentally had a couple of good guys fall in love with her.

-She had to gently turn them down and that actually broke her heart.

-She loved a good challenge though.

-She was sitting in the Hub with her college lab partner, Donna, when the none other than himself, Michael Kelso, walked in.

-Y/n had heard about him.

-The infamous Michael Kelso. Playboy of Point Place.

-Donna called him over and as he sat down, he noticed her.

-Of course, he had to hit on her.

-When he asked her out, she, of course said yes.

- “Alright, I’ll be here to pick you up tonight.”

-Y/n smiled as he walked away.

-As Donna leaned in and started to warn Y/n about him, Y/n cut her off.

- “I know.”

- “You know?”

- “Yes. I’ve heard of this dillhole and I’ve got a plan.”

-Donna was intrigued as Y/n started unraveling her plan. 

- “I’m going to make him fall in love with me. Then I’m going to break his heart and make him feel what he makes every girl here feel.”

-Donna wasn’t so into it, but knew she couldn’t stop her.

-So, Y/n went through with the plan and met up with Kelso that night.

-He got her a burger from Fatso Burger and took her to Mt. Hump.

-He started kissing her neck and making out with her.

-She knew she was good at sex and everything else.

-But she refused to give it to him on the first date.

-She was a classy person after all.

-Kelso had set up a challenge to get in the sack.

-She already knew that though, because well duh.

-She ended up befriending Donna and Jackie over it.

-Jackie was thrilled and squealing.

- “Finally, he’s going to feel the hell that he put me through,” Jackie said.

- “You scare me,” Donna said. “Besides, you’re with Hyde now. It shouldn’t matter.”

- “Oh, whatever. Revenge is dish best served cold.”

- Y/n laughed and threw an arm over Jackie’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, girl. I got you. I’m going to drag him through the mud and then hang him out to dry.”

- “Oh, I love you!” Jackie squeaked and hugged Y/n tightly.

- “Okay, now you both scare me,” Donna said.

-Donna tried to warn Kelso, but of course he didn’t listen to her.

-He just took it as her being jealous that he wasn’t going to nail her.

-Even though she was back with Eric.

-Kelso this time took Y/n to a drive in and bought her the classic: popcorn and a coke.

-Y/n was down to date 2 out of 10.

-He started kissing her again, softer, gentler, but started getting handsy again.

-Y/n smacked his hand away multiple times before he finally up.

- “Well, damn, Y/n!” he cried out, shaking his hand. 

- “Keep your hands to yourself, lover boy,” she threatened.

- “Yeah, or what?” he challenged.

- “Trust me, you don’t want to challenge me.”

- “Maybe I do.”

- “Trust me, sweetie, you don’t. I can snap you in half.”

-His eyes lit up. “You must be hot in the sack!”

-Y/n couldn’t help but laugh. “Take me home, you jerk.”

- He chuckled. “Yes, dear.”

-When he dropped her off, she turned to him. “Pick me up Friday for dinner at 8pm.”

- Kelso nodded and smiled at her.

-Eric, Hyde, and Fez caught onto the challenge and decided to make it a bet.

-Hyde said Kelso would make a fool out of himself and end up being dumped.

-Eric said Kelso would actually score.

-Fez said he just wanted to be part of the action and said Y/n would win.

-Doesn’t mean Hyde didn’t try to sabotage the bet by giving Kelso wrong information.

-For example, he told him to pick up Y/n late instead of on time because it shows that he’s desperate and clingy.

-Which is what the idiot did.

-Y/n was NOT pleased.

-She made him buy her lobster and flowers.

-At the end of the night she ended up giving him a hot make out sesh, but left him to take care of himself.

-Date 3 out of 10 down.

-Now, Eric was trying to sabotage the bet by giving Kelso tips how to get laid.

-Which Kelso laughed at until Donna spoke up.

- “You got to invoke her mind, man,” Eric said. “People like her like to be intellectually challenged.”

- “Yeah right,” Michael scoffed.

- “No, Eric is actually right for once,” Donna said, bored. “Y/n isn’t like the other girls in this town. She actually has a brain.”

- “And some nice jugs,” Fez said earning a glare from the group.

- “Try talking to her about literature and psychology and music. She likes that kind of stuff. And leave out any kinds of ‘doing it.’ Intelligent people like her don’t like that.”

- “But I wanna do it.”

- “I know, but you got to make her think you want her mind, not her body.”

- “Yeah, that’s a good idea!” Kelso said and ran out the door to spontaneously surprised Y/n at her house with flowers and a...book.

- “Donna, what the hell are you doing?” Hyde asked.

- “I know, I’m such a bad friend to her,” Donna said. “I’m going to hell.”

- “No, not that. I’m trying to get her to dump him for being stupid. Don’t give the guy pointers!”

-Kelso showed up at Y/n’s door with a picnic basket, a blanket, flowers, and a gift.

-She was definitely surprised.

-He found the perfect spot under the tree and laid out the blanket. 

- “I got you something” he said and gave her a gift sloppily wrapped in paper. 

-She opened it up and it was a vintage psychology book from the late 1800′s.

-She was genuinely impressed. “Where did you find this?”

-Well, I heard you talking about your love of psychology and vintage things and found this at an antique store. Thought you’d might like it.”

-Her eyes actually filled with tears.

-Even thought it was their fourth date, she felt touched by the gift and allowed 2nd base.

-The next few dates ended going the same flow. 

-He’d take her out, hoping for sex, she would tease him and then leave him to take care of himself.

-By their 7th date, he was beginning to grow frustrated.

-So, far Fez was winning the bet.

-On the eighth date, Y/n introduced Michael to her parents.

-They were spectacle, but polite to him nonetheless.

-Eighth date consisted of the carnival.

-As the lights shown down on y/n’s beautiful face, he realized he might actually feelings for her.

-Y/n knew she started developing feelings for him after the fourth date, but she refused to say anything. It was just a reaction to the sweet gift.

-Even though she knew he had a kid with another woman, it didn’t stop her from feeling the way she did.

-He won her a stuffed elephant, a goldfish, and bought her a hotdog.

-Back in the car, they were making out again. “I think I really like you.”

-She smiled into the kiss. “I like you too, but you’re still not getting any.”

- “That’s okay,” he whispered, shocking both of them.

-He ended up panicking to the guys later on that night.

- “So? Just go bang the next chick you see. You did that to Jackie a lot when she didn’t want to sleep with you,” Hyde said.

- “That’s the problem. I can’t,” Kelso said and ran a hand through his hair. “I tried but every time I went to, I just couldn’t find myself to do it. They’re not her, man.”

-The guys gave him crap and started taunting him.

- “You love her!” Fez said and tried to make kissy faces with Eric.

- “Yeah, we don’t do that,” Eric said, pushing Fez’s face away from his.

- “What’re you going to do?” Hyde asked seriously.

- “Just...try to make her mine at this point.”

-On the ninth date, Y/n was freaking out.

-How could she have fallen for him?

-She’s never felt this way after messing with a guy like this.

-Why?

-Why?

-WHY?!

-Stupid, stupid, stupid--

-The doorbell rang.

-He stood there with a dozen red roses.

- “I got something special,” he said.

-He ended up taking her to the lake with a complete romantic dinner.

-Candles, wine, chocolates, and pasta that he had help from mom make.

-Y/n’s eyes pricked with tears.

-No one has ever done this for her before.

-Throughout the evening, he had actually engaged in intelligent conversation and opened up to her.

-He talked about his hopes and dreams, his fears, and his loves.

- “People don’t give you enough credit,” she said. “You have a lot going for you. You just don’t show this side to people. Why?”

- He shrugged. “It’s funnier this way. I don’t want them knowing this side of me, Then they’ll start...expecting stuff from me and I don’t want that pressure.”

- “Well, you’re secret is safe with me,” she said, taking a sip of wine.

- “Well, come on, you have a lot more going for you. You want to be a forensic psychologist. That’s awesome, whatever that is.”

-Y/n chuckled and explained it to him while he actually listened to her!

-She actually changed the playboy of the town!

-Y/n wasn’t sure if it was the wine, but she couldn’t take it anymore and brought him for a hasty kiss. “I want to go all the way with you tonight.”

-At this point, she didn’t care if he broke her heart, she just needed him before he could.

-The moment was actually beautiful.

-He was so gentle and and sweet, making sure she was actually okay with it.

-And it was the best sex either one of them ever had.

-As they laid down in the back of the car, they confessed they ended up confessing their feelings towards each other, including the plans they each had for each other.

- “I’ve never felt this way towards anyone before,” y/n said. “This really bit me in the ass this time.”

- “I’ve never felt this way before period,” he chuckled. “I guess it bit me in the ass too.”

- “Are we dumb for doing this?” she whispered.

- “Totally.”

-They laughed together and ended up doing it again the second time that night.

-On their tenth date, he took her to the carnival again, but he had something more special planned.

-He took her to the top of the Ferris wheel and when it got to the top, he grabbed her hand and nervously asked her if she’d officially be his.

-She grinned at him brightly and nodded yes.

- “Great, now I can give you this,” he said and took off his hoodie that he was wearing. “You’re my girl now and I want you to have it. It’s my favorite hoodie.”

-She kissed him deeply and put it on.

-She wore it everyday from then on.

-One day she was over at the Forman’s and while they were waiting for everyone to join them, they started making out on the couch.

-The door opened, revealing Hyde, Eric, and Fez.

- “DAMMIT!” Hyde shouted.

- Fez laughed. “Pay up!”

- “Wait,” Eric asked. “Did you guys do it yet?”

- Kelso smiled. “Totally.”

-Eric turned to Hyde with his palm turned upwards. “Pay up, bitch.”

- “What’s that not fair!” he bitched.

- “Oh, it totally is,” Fez laughed.

- “No, I’ll tell you what’s not fair. Michael didn’t get hurt like he was supposed to!” Jackie said.

- “No, he got something better,” Donna said. “True love! And someone to kick his ass into shape.”

- “A matchmade in Heaven,” Fez joked while Hyde handed him his cash. “Thank you Hyde.”

- “Yeah, shut up.”

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my requests are ALWAYS open babey!!! and that probs because i never actually get requests 

baby dwight is always fun to write about so thank you for the request!

i included some nsfw headcanons below the cut because im a slut and i cannot help myself

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the reader is a survivor because,… yes

Relationship HeadCanons for Dwight Fairfield

In the beginning of your relationship, Dwight would be very passive. You would have to be the driving hammer, taking the active role in order to keep your relationship moving forward. You were the one who noticed his stares, you were the one who first sat with him and you were the one to express your feelings for him. However, don’t mistake his inactivity for a lack of affection, Dwight does deeply care for you. It’s more that he doesn’t believe himself worthy of your attention. He keeps to himself, hoping that his feelings would silently die while you went off to find someone more deserving of your love. But you were observant and persistent and after a long while, he finally begins to understand that in some bizarre and totally bombastic scenario you had fallen in love with him.

Dwight likes to get you presents. He doesn’t consider himself to be overall handsome or outgoing in conversations so he feels that interacting with him is a very tiresome and tedious task. He tries to lessen his guilt by collecting and giving you gifts, like sacrificial offerings given to appease hateful Gods. A new flashlight he got from Ace, a cool, full-equipped toolbox from Jake and so on. He never expects anything from you, your time alone is simply enough for the poor boy, he even goes as far as to refuse anything you’d try to give him. “Keep it for yourself,” he said waving his hands dismissively, “You’d get better use out of it anyway.” However, no matter how hard he would try to sway you from getting him anything you would always find a way. Kisses, no matter the kind, are the one thing he cannot refuse nor give back. So you would kiss him any chance you got. Just got back from a trial, kiss on the cheek. He got you another present, a kiss on the nose. He starts doubting his worth as both a leader and boyfriend, a long meaningful smooch on the lips. Regardless of what kiss it would be, Dwight would always go beet red and unconsciously rub whatever part of him you had touched. He could be heard mumbling afterwards “Wow. That really happened.”

Dwight has trouble believing in himself, maybe because he never really had a good support group growing up or maybe because people just don’t take him seriously. Whatever it may be, it has resulted in him being naturally timid and shy. However, the world of the Fog is anything but natural so when push comes to shove Dwight changes his tune. In the heat of a desperate trial Dwight takes charge; he motivates others, encouraging them to follow the plan and get their jobs done efficiently and effectively. He’s inspiring. At least to you. Sometimes the others would doubt the man questioning his judgment and often going against his ideas. Dwight also has his flaws. He panics when someone tries to argue or attempt to reason with him, even if someone has a valid point Dwight ignores them. His hold over power was always so fragile that it makes him nervous when others suggest a plan that he did not come up with himself. “If people don’t need to look up to me then I’m useless.” You would see Dwight spiral down a dark hole, losing grip on reality and focus. “Dwight,” You softly call out to him, taking his shaking hand in yours and squeezing. He stops, turns and looks at you with eyes wild and watery. You pass him a comforting smile. “We’re listening to you, Dwight. Please also listen to us.” It would take a moment but like ice melting in the sun, Dwight would calm, his hurried breathing evening out and his mind ceasing to race away from him. You brought him back to Earth, back to the situation at hand. And you reminded him that no matter what he thought he always mattered. You did this all with just a small, loving smile.

Dwight is the master of puppy-looks. As he gets more confident in his relationship he learns how to manipulate (not that Dwight is actually capable of asserting himself over you like that) you in do doing whatever he wanted. You’d be chatting with some other survivors when all of a sudden the hairs on the back of your neck would stand on end. Turning around you’d see Dwight all on his lonesome. All he had to do was flash you those brown puppies and you’d be by his side.

NSFW! Dwight gets turned on way too easily. A hug that got a little too tight, a kiss that used more tongue than normal or simply even a wondering hand that got a wee bit close to his crotch. Everything is a yes to him. Hopefully, his S/O will have more experience in all things sex because Dwight is undoubtedly a baby. But he’s willing to please. Oh so ready and happy. The first time he saw what effect he had on his partner, the absolute pleasure he could give them, Dwight vowed to do anything to keep their pleasure and bliss, dare I say, coming. Expect a lot of “Is this okay?” and “Am I doing this right?” Just keep reassuring him, “Dwight, just do whatever makes you feel good.”

“Dwight~,” You whined as you got down on your knees and unbuckled his pants. He gasped and flung his hands up as if the police had just busted his drug operation. “Pull my hair.” An audible ‘whaaaaat?’ came from the man as he struggled to swallow, his eyes watching you masterfully push his boxers out of the way. You gave Dwight one last, slightly annoyed, look before you set to work. Dwight whimpered and very slowly grabbed a lock of your hair. He couldn’t understand how pulling your hair would feel nice for you but he couldn’t deny you although he did it delicately and gently.

If you are a female, please peg this man.

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The One Who Came After

Prompt- To normal Terrans, the Tesseract was strange and confusing, no one really understood how powerful it was or what it really did. That was until you came along...

Warning- Endgame Spoilers (Does that even need to be a warning anymore?), cursing, angst, maybe smut at some point idk

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It had only been a minute since the dust had settled, since Tony had taken his last breath and was being tended to by a crowd of medics, since Thanos had taken his and was left alone. No one had the time to sit down and recuperate, to come to the realization that it was actually over. Pepper was still beside her fallen husband, along with Peter and Rhodey. Sam, Steve and Bucky were all together, making a plan to scout out all of the injured. At this point, nothing could surprise any of them, each person's soul, body and mind was drained of all feeling.

So, when a bright blue flash of light erupted a few feet away from the fallen hero, it seemed like some robotic movement to everyone as they turn and point every weapon available at the sudden movement.

“Which one of you mortals...keeps fucking... With. My. Stone,” Your breathing was labored and each word was a desperate, dry wheeze.

It took everything in your entire being to not drop down and pass out. Within a week (your worlds week anyway) the universe your world resided in had been flipped upside down three separate times. It had taken an entire unit from each planet to keep the universe from collapsing on itself, and after the third strike, they sent you out to see what in the ever living fuck was happening.

“Who are you? What do you want?” You turned to see a tall, blonde man walking towards you, a hammer and shield in hand.

“I want to know who the hell keeps trying to turn my universe inside out like it’s some kind of reversible jacket!” you growl out, meeting the strangers gaze and refusing to back down, “Don’t you dipshits know to never mess with another universes stones? W-who are you to decide what ha-happens with my world?”

The exhaustion that racked your body made it hard to focus on the figure that stood directly in front of you, and it didn’t take long for you to fall down to your knees. “You-you have no idea-” your vision blurred and you had to place a hand on the ground to steady yourself.

The man who originally approached you knelt down to your height, forgetting about the threat you might have imposed and making sure that you weren’t about to die, “Okay, okay. We can talk about this a little later, we’re all exhausted and need to deal with...things” The stranger states, glancing around at all of the injured and fallen soldiers.

“What happened here?” you ask quietly, weakly looking up into the man’s bright blue eyes.

You didn’t get to hear his reply before your consciousness slipped into the darkness.

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“S-so, let me get this straight...” Dr. Banner mutters before looking you in the eyes, “You’re from a different universe? Dimension? Thing? That resides inside the Tesseract, and almost falls apart every time the tesseract is used?”

“Yes, I came here to stop whoever was having the bright idea to activate it every five goddamn minutes,” you mutter out groggily, fisting the burn of sleep from your eyes, “which turned out to be a pack of nimrods that, where I’m from, wouldn’t do any of this shit-“

“How’d you travel here? Get outside of the tesseract?” Steve, asked curiously, eyes squinting in suspicion.

“Some magical shit that this dude-“ you lazily motion toward the man in the red cape, “did, I’m not sure what he called it. It doesn’t matter anyways, what matters is that you stop using that stone or I’ll kill you all,”

“Trust me sweetheart, we just defeated the most powerful being in the universe, you don’t have a chance,” scoffs a man from the corner of the room, stripping himself of his red tinted goggles and placing them on a small table next to him.

“Hey bird boy, we didn’t have to fight him twice in my universe. Oh and your goggles look stupid,” you snap, glaring at the man who now looked at you with shock and anger in his gaze

You didn’t have the energy to deal with this group of random miscreants. You recognized all of them, though. Each one was a part of your world back at home, but none as important there as they are here.

“Your from an alternate dimension where Thanos didn’t win the first time?” Dr. Banner asks from his corner by a lab table.

“Um yeah. My team got to him when we found out he was the cause behind the Loki disaster in Los Angeles. We knew he would be a future threat so we didn’t let it get out of control...unlike you guys who almost let your entire universe get destroyed,” the harsh pain in your head hadn’t subsided and you really wished these bafoons would leave you alone.

“There’s a Loki in your dimension too?” You looked at the...thick...version of Thor before answering.

“Yeah Pillsbury doughboy, he’s alive and well there too. Yours isn’t though, I can tell from the emptiness radiated from your body,” your comment was thoughtless as your powers weren’t a big deal back home. Almost everyone had them, the special few were the ones who were born sterile of all supernatural genes.

The room fell into silence after your words and some of the onlookers left the room, including Thor. You were left to be stared at by Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts and a young boy who you hadn’t recognized.

“I-is Mr. Stark alive in your dimension?” The boy asked, tears falling from his has as his trembling body struggled to keep upright.

You managed the strength to get off the examination table and walk up to the poor boy, “if it makes you feel any better kid, in my universe, Tony Stark retired and is living an ordinary life with his daughter and wife in Tahoe. Has been for the last five years of his life. But let me tell you, your Tony did an immeasurable thing to save an immeasurable amount of lives. Is he still here?” You ask quietly. You felt the piercing hurt from this lost boy and easily found it within you to try and help, forgetting about the pain these people had caused your world.

“Why? What do you want with him?” Steve asked crudely, a hard stare set your way.

“I can help him. I know I might seem like a threat but tell me, what more could I do to this world that hasn’t already been done?” Your statement seemed heavy on the three pairs of eyes that followed your lumbering movements as you clumsily made the short journey to the door, “please let me help you so you can help me,”

Miss Pepper Potts was the one to move first, quickly helping you out of the room and into the quiet corridor where she proceeded to lead you to another medical room. This one was filled with machines and IV poles, all of them hooking up to one, completely broken man.

“He’s brain dead, can’t breath on his own, his heart stopped beating on its own, almost all of his bones are broken, lungs are punctured...h-he isn’t even really living right now,” Pepper choked on her words, a trembling hand covering her mouth to mask the sobs that bubbles up from her throat.

“I can help, just, be ready to catch me when I pass out,” you mumble calmly and walk up to the lifeless body.

You knew this had to be done. It would hurt but these people needed this man.

Though it was normal to have some form of powers in your universe, it wasn’t necessarily normal to have the type of powers you specifically possessed. Sure everyone had some for of mild self healing, but yours was a bit different.

“Tell me what the biggest issues with him are again,”

At this point Steve and the broken boy had entered the room and were watching from the doorway.

“I-I can’t remember it all-“ “it’s okay, just tell me the body parts and I can heal them,”

“Brain, heart, and-and his lungs,” she shot out quickly as you placed your hands on his chest and forehead.

“Okay, y/n, don’t freak out...” you mumble to yourself, “Please don’t touch either of us before it’s done. It could mess up the process,” the warning was short and you left little time after for the others to agree before a bright blue light seeped from your hands and into Tony’s body.

Pain instantly went into your brain, heart and lungs and you had to lean onto the man so you wouldn’t collapse to the floor. “Come on, come on,” you mumble and strengthen the flow of energy from your body to his.

You let out a loud groan of pain as the process finally started to work properly. You could heal anyone, anything you wanted. That’s what made you special, but there were always two sides to ones powers where you were from, and the other side of yours was taking parts of the victims injuries and moving them to your own body. You thankfully had a say of which injuries you would take on but you had to take on a certain amount for your powers to work. At this point in time you chose to take on a few broken bones and a couple of punctures to your lungs. Best to spread out the pain than focus on one area.

“Somebody. Call, Dr. Banner,” you call out the order and put your last efforts into healing the parts of his brain that were damaged the most and suddenly there was a different source of wheezing and coughing in the room.

Tony had woken up.

“Oh my god!” Pepper gasped, a trembling hand shooting out to cover her mouth.

The teenager that had remained quiet for most of your consciousness suddenly  broke out into violent sobs and fell to his knees, quickly being comforted by Pepper wrapping her arms around his shaking form.

“Tony can you hear me?” Your eyes found his and it only to a moment before he shook his head, wheezing out a quiet ‘yes’.

“Alright, Alright. You’re gonna be okay, y-your gonna be fine. Stay calm, I know it f-feels weird but you can’t fight it. don’t fight it,” your words began to slur together as your consciousness started to slip away. 

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A/N: yeah that’s right, i'm writing another series when I have no time or effort stored away to properly finish this or any of my other series or drafts. Please enjoy and don't forget to like, comment, and reblog!

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[snappedsky]

Fanatics 73.6

The Battalion begin their retaliation.

*Links to next and previous chapters in reblog*

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Government of Doom Part 6

           Dib, Gaz, Devi, and Tenna each sit quietly in their cells. There’s not much else they can do. Shouting and pounding on the door just wastes energy they need to conserve. They don’t know how long they’re gonna be stuck here.

           But they do know that they just need to be patient. One of their friends will escape and come for them. All four of them believe this with all their hearts. They just need to wait.

           A distant boom is heard from somewhere in the facility, almost like an explosion. A collective smile spreads across their faces.

           They just need to be patient.

           Meanwhile, outside the facility, the Epic has arrived carrying Johnny, Skoodge, Mimi, and the Night Terrors. They all stare out the windows as they slowly approach.

           “That is the human air force facility known as Area 51,” Mimi states.

           “How cliché,” Nny sneers.

           “We’ve been noticed,” Skoodge warns as a bunch of guards start pointing at them. “Don’t worry; their weapons are useless against the Epic. Just be ready to fight when we land.”

           “No problem,” Reverend Meat smirks, cracking his knuckles.

           Skoodge lands the vehicle within the surrounding gates, next to the largest building. As he does so, the many armed guards begin firing. The bullets ping harmlessly against the Epic, not even scratching the paint.

           “It might be harder to leave than we thought,” Eff remarks as the guards give no break in their gunfire.

           “I’ll handle them,” Mimi declares, “open a window.”

           Everyone ducks out of the way as Johnny rolls down the passenger window. Immediately, Mimi flies out and charges the guards. One by one, she quickly knocks them over the heads with her large arm. Once they’ve all fallen, unconscious and groaning, Nny and the others safely exit the Epic.

           “Couldn’t you have like blown them up or something?” D-boy asks.

           “I refuse to use my weapons against such unworthy scum,” Mimi replies.

           “Fair enough,” he shrugs.

           “Let’s go,” Johnny orders, “we need to find out where they’re holding Squee.”

           “And Zim and everyone else,” Skoodge adds.

           “Yeah, whatever.”

           They enter the biggest building to find a seemingly normal aircraft hangar, full of jets and planes.

           “My sensors indicate an enormous space below us,” Mimi states.

           “Hm, if I was a hidden base, where would I be?” Sickness muses as everyone looks around.

           “The robot just said: beneath us,” Nny replies, “Skoodge, blast a hole through the ground.”

           “Oh, okay,” he nods and aims his spider legs at the floor. They fire a large laser, blowing a hole straight through the ground to a large, open space a few feet down.

           “Cool,” Eff comments and jumps in. “Geronimo!”

           One by one, the others follow and land in a large, brightly lit, white hallway. Before they’re able to fully examine their surroundings, the lights suddenly turn red and a loud alarm goes off.

           “Think we did that?” Sickness asks.

           “I mean, we did just blow a huge hole through their ceiling,” D-boy points out.

           “Where do we go?” Nny asks.

           “Why don’t we ask them?” Eff suggests and points at a group of four armed guards coming down the hall.

           “Good idea,” Reverend Meat grins.

           The guards seem surprised to see Johnny and the others, but before they can react, Sickness is on them like a purple blur. She grabs the guns of the front two, pointing them to the ceiling as she leaps up and kicks the two in the back in their faces. At the same time, Eff and D-boy flip down the hall and grab the first two guards, throwing them to the floor.

           “You better answer our questions or I can’t guarantee your survival,” Eff warns as he pins his target. “Where are your prisoners?”

           Rewinding to a few minutes earlier, the Director returns to Squee’s room, humming leisurely.

           “Uh, s-sir,” Doctor Theresa stammers with surprise. “Y-you’re back.”

           “Yes, seems Doctor Mackey was worried by some empty threats from that ali-what!” he exclaims as he gets a look at the absolute destruction of the room. “What happened? Where’s the boy?”

           “He-he escaped!” Theresa exclaims, trembling on the floor. “I’ve never seen anything like it! He-he just…manifested an explosion out of thin air!”

           “That’s what that was?” the Director questions, “I thought one of the scientists just had a mishap. Well, where did he go?”

           “I-I don’t know,” she admits, “he asked where we were keeping his stuff but before I could tell him, he ran out. I think he may have heard you coming.”

           “I didn’t see him in the hall,” he muses, “but he does have speed superior to any human. Ah, curses. I should’ve known these kids would cause problems. No matter.”

           He grabs his smartphone from his pocket and taps the screen a couple times. Immediately, all the lights in the facility turn red and an alarm sounds.

           “I’m issuing a red alert. He won’t escape,” the Director declares as he pockets the phone. “Why don’t you head home for the day, Doctor. You’ve had enough excitement.”

           “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” Theresa nods before scurrying away. He leaves after her and looks up and down the hall.

           “Now where did he scamper off to?” he muses before walking away.

           Meanwhile, in the room just across the hall, Squee stands up against the door, listening to everything outside until the alarm sounds.

           Sighing heavily, he rubs his head. “That was close. Good thing they didn’t take my rocket wheelies.”

           He looks up and flinches, finally getting a look at the room.

           Lining both side walls are six beds, each with a person strapped to them. Along with being hooked up to IVs, they’re all attached to the same charging device that Squee just escaped, their screams and moans muffled by cloths bound over their mouths.

           “Oh my god!” Squee exclaims with horror. “What is this, his-his demented charging station?!”

           He hurries over to the closest bed on his left where a seemingly normal, young woman is trapped. He quickly shuts off the charging machine and removes the probes from her head, as well as the cloth from her mouth and the bounds on the bed. She gasps with shock and relief before panting and looking at him with tired eyes. “Wh-who-?”

           Squee doesn’t stick around to chat and gets to work freeing everyone else. They’re all so drained and exhausted, too much so to even get out of bed once they’re free.

           Once he’s finished, Squee returns to the head of the room and looks around at everybody. They all look like normal enough humans of varying ages, but he can sense differently.

           “Woo, okay,” Squee sighs, “I wonder if there are others. I can’t just leave them.”

           “Wh-who are you?” the first woman asks as she struggles to sit up.

           “Uh I’m Squee,” he replies, “how long have you all been here?”

           “I don’t even know,” she groans as she holds her head. “You were hooked up to a charging station too, right? How did you escape?”

           “How did you know?” Squee asks.

           She silently points to her temples. Squee touches his and immediately winces and hisses in pain. “ow-ow! What-?”

           He looks at his reflection in the metal side of a charging station and spots a burn mark the shape of the probes on both of his temples. “Aw, man! I didn’t even notice. Dammit, that hurts.”            “Did you cause that explosion we heard?” a young man asks.

           “Uh yeah,” Squee replies.

           “Are you witch?” another woman asks, “I don’t sense any magic from you.”

           “No, no. Just a normal human with…uh abnormal powers?”

           “A human?” another man questions, “that can’t be right. Only witches, vampires, and werewolves have the energy that deranged director is looking for, like all of us.”

           “I guess I’m just a very rare exception,” Squee shrugs, “but listen, you all just stay here okay? I’ll come back for you once it’s safe.”

           “You’re going back out there?” the first woman exclaims, “don’t you hear the alarms? Every guard in the facility is looking for you!”

           “Well, I can’t stay here,” he points out, “I gotta find my friends and my stuff. And I think I know how to do both.”

           He cracks the door open to peek out. Once he’s sure the hallway is empty, he steps out, takes a deep breath, and shouts, “Shmeeeeeeee!”

           All the prisoners stare at him, bewildered as he ducks back inside. “There, that should do it.”

           “What was that?” one of the boys asks.

           “Don’t worry about it,” Squee replies, “okay. While he’s coming for me, I’ll look through these rooms and make sure there are no more charging stations. Stay here, okay?”

           Before anyone can argue, Squee slips out of the room. He takes a quick look up and down the hall before choosing the next door and going inside. He’s immediately greeted by the exact same sight: twelve prisoners, bound and gagged, having their brains sucked.

           “Aw, jeez,” Squee groans and gets to work.

           Rewinding a few more minutes, the twin scientists Stark and Lark have changed up their examination of Pepito. Now he’s lying on his chest while they prod the small bumps on his shoulder blades.

           “Curious,” Stark comments, “do you suppose they’re wings?”

           “I don’t know what else they could be,” Lark replies, “I would very much like to see them.”

           “Yes, I as well. Perhaps we can dig them out.”

           “Brilliant idea.”

           Lark retrieves a scalpel from his cart and attempts to slice Pepito’s back, but the blade barely causes a paper cut.

           “Hm, his skin is much tougher than a human’s,” he remarks.

           “To be expected,” Stark states.

           “Indeed. This will require heavier equipment.”

           While he goes over to a large cabinet on the other side of the lab, Pepito moans exhaustedly on the metal table. He can’t take much more of this. Can they actually ‘dig out’ his wings? That sounds super painful. What is he gonna do?

           Suddenly, a faint boom is heard through the walls.

           “What was that?” Lark asks.

           “Perhaps one of the other scientists had a mishap,” Stark suggests.

           “Hmph, probably that dimwit Stanley.”

           “Yes, he is a moron with chemicals.”

           While the twins are rather calm from just hearing an explosion, Pepito knows better. His eyes widen with realization before narrowing angrily.

           “What…am I doing…?” he snarls.

           “Hm?” Stark questions.

           “Did he say something?” Lark asks as he walks over with a large, mechanical meat cutter.

           “What am I doing, playing prisoner?” Pepito growls, “waiting like a damsel in distress for someone to rescue me? I am the Antichrist. I am Pepito Diablo! I will not be your torture doll anymore!”

           “Wha-!” the twins gasp as black energy swirls angrily from between Pepito’s chains. Before they can react, a huge force explodes from his body, blowing them into the wall. Groaning painfully, they look up and immediately tremble in terror.

           Standing on the table, free of silver chains, is a monster cloaked in black shadows. All they can make out are the large wings, the horns from his head, the spikes from his shoulders, the long tail, the hooves, and how absolutely massive he is, buff and over 7 feet tall.

           Then the shadows dissipate to reveal a tired teenager, doubled over on his knees and panting heavily, with burn marks wrapping around his torso and arms.

           “Get the holy water,” Lark whispers to his brother.

           Stark starts to crawl over to a nearby table holding vials of clear liquid, when a black blast of energy hits the wall just beside him.

           “Not so fast,” Pepito growls, pointing at them as he raises his head. They whimper and cower against the wall.

           “Don’t worry,” he grunts as he steps off the table. “I know you guys aren’t fighters. You’re just scientists, doing your job- a job you really like. So I won’t kill you. But you’re not getting away scot-free. Now…”

           They tremble beneath his glare as he bares his fangs. “Where the hell is my stuff.”

           Meanwhile, in a small room on another floor, a pair of workers go through the belongings that were acquired from the Battalion. They’ve already documented the electric guitar, large hammer, and strange metal bracelet they haven’t figured out how to work. But what’s taking the longest is all the stuff in the bag of Squee C.

           “Another bomb,” the worker, Anna, says apathetically while her partner, Vince, writes it down. “Another bomb. Another notebook. Another pen.”

           “Jesus,” Vince snaps impatiently. “How much shit did this kid carry?”

           “Oh, this is new,” she gasps as she removes something soft. “A…ratty teddy bear. Gross.”

           She stares at the bear’s smiling face as she holds it upside down by its leg. Then suddenly, the smile disappears and it glares back.

           Anna doesn’t even have time to scream before Shmee punches her in the jaw. Vince shouts in surprise, dropping his clipboard beside her unconscious body. Then he falls next to her when Shmee kicks him in the face.

           “Neither of you are lookers either,” he comments as he lands on the table. He takes a quick look around at the kids’ property scattered on the surrounding tables and exclaims in exasperation. “Look at this mess! I guess I can’t leave all their stuff here. But how am I supposed to carry it all?”

           He glances at Squee’s half-empty bag and sighs with annoyance.

           Working swiftly, Shmee shoves all of Squee’s stuff back into his bag, along with Dib’s bracelet. He also sticks Pepito’s guitar and Gaz’s Warhammer into it as well as he can. Then he picks it up and holds it over his head before leaving the room, kicking the door down with reckless abandon.

           As he looks up and down the hall, the lights turn red and an alarm starts ringing.

           “Hm,” Shmee muses before choosing a direction. “Hang on, Squee. I’m coming.”

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #myart #myocs

[frostygilbert]

scoops ahoy

pairing: robinxfem!reader

warnings: cursing, things get a little.. heated.. if you know what i mean, but not too much.

i HAVE to write about my favorite lesbian. she’s so cute, i’ve fallen in love with her.

please send in robin requests!! i already love writing about her sooooo much :)

-it’s just a nice little fic about robin having a crush on the new scoops ahoy worker-

•••

scoops ahoy was one of the last places you wanted to be working at.

nothing wrong with the job it self, you just hated the amount of people that were always in there.

you could only guess it was because of steve harrington. most of the groups that came in were giggly teenage girls eyeing him up and down.

sure, steve is cute, you may or may not have had a small crush on him when you were a freshmen.. but it was brief. mainly because he was an asshole.

so here you are, getting attitude from children while being in a stupid uniform. steve was nicer now, but you weren’t interested.

robin was nice, but the two of you didn’t really talk. most of the interacting was between steve and her, she made it her mission to keep track of all the girls he scared away.

she’d tried many times to start a conversation with you, rambling about the most random of things. you thought she was just trying to be nice and make you feel welcome, and you didn’t like it.

you thought she felt obligated to talk to you.

but in all actuality, she just really wanted to talk to you. she liked the way you scoffed at the kids when they when they’d repeatedly ask for a sample. and she’d feel her heart beat faster when you’d laugh at steve failing to get a girl.

she liked the amount of bracelets you wore, and she always noticed when you drew something on your arm.

robin knew she had a crush, and she knew she was in deep shit.

there’s no way she’d be into me, she thought.

robin lost hope when it came to girls. they all ended up being boy crazy. she’d yet to meet someone who was like her.

but there was something about you that kept her hooked.

“hey y/n,” she said with a smile as she walked behind the counter. steve was attempting to flirt with yet another girl, and you were watching him fail.

you smiled at her before directing your attention back to steve.

robin felt the hurt in her chest as you payed no mind to her, rather steve. she was beginning to convince herself that you were head over heels for him. just like tammy was.

the constant none answering, and sometimes not even eye contact, was really getting to her.

she couldn’t even stop the tears from forming in her blue eyes.

you heard robin take in a harsh breath, and you directed your attention to her.

her eyes were pointed down, but you could still see the tears in her eyes. robin was never one to cry, or even be sad. she always had a smile on her face, and always had something witty to say.

“robin, are you okay?”

she laughed at your question, annoyance laced in with it. you didn’t know why she was laughing as tears were making their way down her freckled cheeks.

“please don’t act like you care,” she said, making firm eye contact.

you’d never felt uncomfortable under robins gaze. you noticed she looked at you a lot, and it always gave you a weird feeling that you couldn’t explain.

robin wiped her tears and went into the backroom without another word.

you truly weren’t sure what to do.

“what’s up with robin?” steve asked concerned.

you didn’t say anything, you didn’t even acknowledge he asked. you just looked ahead, wondering what you did to make one of the quirkiest people you’d ever met upset.

minutes passed, then an hour. you hadn’t moved from your spot, leaned up against the back counter. steve had asked you many times to take scoop duty, but you ignored him. you were way too deep in your thoughts.

then when the hour mark came around, steve asked again. over and over.

“y/n please scoop, please scoop, please scoop, please scoop, please-“ “should i go talk to her?” you asked, cutting him off.

he almost gasped at you actually acknowledging him standing in front of you. usually he wouldn’t have to bug you so much to get a word out of you.

“robin? i don’t know, i’m not sure what’s wrong with her. i think she wants to be left alone, ive never see her upset like that.”

“that’s exactly why i need to talk to her. i think i made her upset. and maybe i’m too stupid to see what i did but i’d rather know then let her cry in the back room,” you said.

then without hesitation you went to robin, hearing steve huff behind you.

robin was sitting at the table with her head propped up with her hands.

she looked at you with a blank expression. eyes were slightly red, and her lips with puffy.

how does she look so pretty when she cries?

you sat across from her, taking in a deep breath.

her expression had changed to confusion. she watched every move you made very closely.

“robin, i,” you were stuttering. why were you stuttering?

“i don’t know what i did to make you cry. but i don’t want to be the reason you’re crying. can you tell me what i did so we can make this better? i like your smile a lot, and i don’t want to be the reason you don’t show it off as much,” you said.

robin couldn’t stop the heat from rising in her cheeks. a smile was fighting its way to her red lips, but she bit the inside of her cheek to stop it.

“i was overreacting,” she said. not really wanting to explain to you that she had a massive crush on you and you not talking to her actually broke her heart.

“no, tell me robin. i wanna fix it.”

she couldn’t stop the smile that time.

her smile made you feel a lot better.

“you already did,” she said softly.

you were about to say something else, but the door swung open and in comes a very stressed looking steve harrington.

“i know you two are probably having a heart to heart but i really need some help out here.”

the stressed look on his face made you and robin bust out laughing.

“we’re coming steve,” you said through laughter, “the girls are here to save the day!”

the next time you saw robin was a week later. you hadn’t been working because you’d went to florida with your family. and the whole time you were gone all you could think about was her.

everyone’s laugh sounded dull compared to hers, and no ones blue eyes sparkled the way hers did.

boys tried to flirt with you on the beach, or when you went out to eat, but you weren’t interested.

you truly didn’t know what you were interested in.

a smile spread across your face as you laid eyes on her. she was marking the side of the board that said ‘you suck,’ with a smirk plastered across her face.

“hey losers, did you miss me?”

their heads shot in your direction. steve shook his head no and gave you a fake mean look, but it was followed by a smile.

robin was smiling too, and sinking her teeth in her bottom lip to keep her smile from being too wide.

“you’ve missed steve blow it with so many girls! i’ve been laughing my ass off all week!” this time she didn’t hold back the smile.

you really missed her big smile.

you looked at the board and saw the six tallies and couldn’t help but laugh.

“steve where’s your game? i could pick up more girls than you!” you said with a laugh.

steve rolled his eyes and mocked what you said in a high pitched voice.

the two of you started bickering back and forth, throwing funny insults that couldn’t help but make you two laugh.

but robin wasn’t paying any mind, she was thinking about what you said.

i could pick up more girls than you

she knew their was a higher chance that you meant it to be funny, not that you actually would try to hit on a girl.

but it gave her hope.

“probably false hope,” she mumbled.

the day dragged on, but it was a lot better now that you were being yourself.

robin liked your personality a lot.

days, then weeks went by. and each day she felt herself falling for you more and more.

one day you’d given her one of your bracelets, telling her she should have it cause it matched her eyes.

robin loved the bracelet more than one should.

she never too it off.

robin just about shit her pants when you asked her to come over.

it was a wednesday night when the mall was close to closing time. there was only two people sitting in the scoops ahoy, ice cream in their hands.

“hey robin,” you’d said, “i was wondering if you wanted to hang out friday night at my place. we can eat candy and watch stupid movies.”

you’d been terrified to ask her. not sure why asking a friend to hang out was such a nerve racking thing for you.

“oh uh, yeah, sure. that’d be cool,” she was once again biting her cheek to suppress her smile.

when friday rolled around, robin was a mess. she’d dropped so much ice cream that day, her nerves getting the best of her.

she got to ride home with you, it was like a dream.

you had rolled all the windows down and sang at the top of your lungs to the radio.

robin couldn’t help but stare at you.

you looked so pretty.

“okay, which one?”

you held up two movies, ‘grease’ and ‘star wars: a new hope.’

she’d seen star wars too many times to count, “grease, definitely.”

robin paid more attention to the random things littered around your room than the movie.

your walls were white, and covered in posters.

all different kinds of bands, records were on the wall as well.

it was hard to see details considering the lights were off, only the tv supplying her with light.

when she turned her head to look at you, her eyes widened.

you were looking at her.

“you’re really pretty, robin,” you whispered. as if you were scared she’d hear you.

“t-thank you,” she stuttered, then gulped.

your eyes shifted to her red lips, she was biting them.

robin couldn’t believe your eyes were looking at her lips. did you want to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss you?

you sat up more, leveling yourself with robin, then moving closer.

you could feel her breath on your face.

the wanting radiated in the small room.

“robin,” you said softly.

“yes?,” she asked, her voice cracking from nerves.

your hand reached up to touch her cheek, finger tips settling in her short and soft hair.

“can i kiss you?” you said it so quietly. as if anyone else heard it, it’d be a crime.

“please,” robin said.

her lips are so soft, you both thought.

the kiss was slow and meaningful. all the pent up emotion went into it.

it was magical.

your stomach was turning in such a satisfying way. and robin swore her fingers were tingling, literally tingling.

you pushed your hand to the back of her head, pulling her closing. the kiss became harder, hungrier.

you bit her lip, causing her to let out a small whimper, and you took that opportunity to slip your tongue in her mouth.

the sound of kissing filled the room, it was almost louder then the singing coming from the television.

hands were roaming across each other’s bodies, whimpers and moans slipping here and there.

you pulled away to kiss along her jawline and down her neck. robin couldn’t stop the noises from slipping past her lips as you sucked and nibbled.

“fuck,” she whined, and it sent a shock right between your legs.

you went back to kissing her, until breathing was extremely needed.

the two of you breathed in and out loudly, forheads presses against each other, eyes closed.

“you’re a really good kisser,” robin said, still not being able to breath properly.

“you aren’t to bad yourself,” you said with a giggle.

you pecked her lips a few more times, wanting to feel her again.

you ran your finger across her bottom lip, she watched you in awe.

it felt like a dream. robin was scared she’d wake up in her bed any second.

“i like you a lot,” robin said.

you smiled, “i like you a lot too.”

that’s when she leaned in to connect your lips again in another heated kiss.

#stranger things #robin x reader #stranger things 3 #fic #fanfiction #lesbian #scoops ahoy #steve harrington #x reader #fan #fiction #head cannons

[umbillicalnoose]

i think that you would think im pretty and would like my poetry and i want to share it with you. im shy.

to be honest, im very apathetic these days. im not the nice “cutesy baby flower petal boy” i used to be. a lot has happened & im bitter & sullen & all in all, a pretty shitty friend/person to know. i used to possess some redeeming qualities, believe it or not, even if they were construed by the subconscious in an attempt to be likeable - a facade, even tho its only a facade, is still tangible, still there, is still something, even if not authentic. is poorer character forgivable in the name of presenting more authentically? but nah. that makes it sound like im putting effort into being a better person, which im not. im just sort of fried & done. its been a very long time since i played the role i built for myself on here of the “small fawn boy who wants to help girls” lmaooo. how embarrassing. altho, i was just a kid, & i guess, if you had a tumblr as a teenager, you went thru some cringe (i know the use of that word has fallen in on itself & adopted its own definition but for lack of a better one) ass phases, whether it was kinning or malingering mental illness or oh fucking christ, all that gender bullshit, etc etc. from what ive observed, tho, loosely following kids im still casually friends with that i met on here, i think we’ve all managed to Grow The Fuck Up, at least a little. most of us have jobs or r in school or have partners - growing up & moving on is a very surreal experience to watch/go thru. im moving at my own pace & ive accepted that - im still currently using & starving myself & concocting a suicide plan every day but at least i use clean needles as much as possible, i actively & honestly do strive for the bare minimum calorically, & um able to work with the mentality of “well ill have this when i need it but todays not that day” a lot more readily, in relation to suicide shit. ive finally found a therapist who Really Gets It, is a frontrunner internationally on ritual & extreme abuse & mind control. its pretty incredible what a few years with a good therapist can do. anyways. im sorry, i know you didnt ask for all this & im not even sure why i divulged. i guess, what tipped me off, was your attempt at sounsing “cute” - dude, cut that shit out, i promise youll be a lot better off. & i know everyone interchanges aspects of their personality based on who theyre talking to/who they percieve themselves to be talking to, but i feel like not a lot of people give enough credence to the internet & its hand in shaping/molding young people, kids, vulnerable dumbasses, especially tumblr (tho, i get that its a relatively new phenomenon) - u get a bunch of the “weird”, “alternative”, ““ostracized” kids together on a website, of course its gonna nurture a culture of hypervalidatoon & pretending to be sick in order to fit in to the point that its not an act anymore & exacerbation of symptoms & basically, just sucking each others dicks, sitting in ur own shit, & never ending coddling. & then, you have the older group of kids, who have played this game before but instead of helping or ignoring the Dumbshit kids, they indulge their own normally-buried-but-unleashed-by-internet-anonymity sadism/human instinct to just be fucking dicks & so now you have this vicious cycle of anger & hatred & fucking melodrama up the urethra. im sorry, i know im comig off as/am being harsh but god fuckin dammit yknow? also, this isnt directed at you, specifically, more of a generalized thing, @ myself included. so uh. i mean, if u still wanna share it with me after reading all this, id be happy to read ur poetry. i used to be over the top nice & then reverted to Major Asshole & am now trying to find that sweet middle spot - honoring & allowing myself to share my pain without putting it on others. which is really hard!! cuz becoming a Dick was difficult in that it forced me to be more honest with my true self & as such, more vulnerable - now in trying to become Kinda Nice again because despite being a pulsating scrotom, ive had the intense desire for friendship & human interaction, while simultaneously doing things that i was consciously aware was pushing others away - but then, if i pretend to be nice, where does that authenticity i worked for & was so scared of go? & i dont mean telling someone their new haircut looks nice even when it doesnt - thats just not being a dick. but i guess, those r the normal trials & tribulations of any relationship & adolescent developing identity. which is weird too - dealing with “normal” issues, i mean. whats the point if your life/limbs/breaking point arent at risk? whats the point when your best friends already dead. im sick of people calling "survivors” (despise that word, so fucking female-originated & overdramatic) “brave” & “strong” - surviving is not brave or strong. its just survival. you wouldnt call an animal brave for running for its life from a predator but you would call a dog courageous for going into a burning building to save its owner. premeditated action on the notion that you are probably going to be hurt is brave. being subjected to pain with no choice is not. theres no “silver lining” or anything “good” to be drawn from it either - sure it may have made x a more compassionate person or made y more introspective & gentle but you know what would have been even fucking better??? if the shit hadnt happened in the first place! let x be an asshole & y be self absorbed - the “benefits”, so to speak, do not outweigh the cost, not by a long fucking shot. its not only patronizing to hear garbage like that, but a slap in the face to know that anyone could possibly see anything good coming from that nightmare & that the characteristics, good or bad, you developed either in response to or as a result of, are worth praise. dont tell me im strong for doing what i had to to escape a torture chamber - tell me im perseverant for studying my ass off & passing that test last week. in the words of one of my dearest & most fucking brilliant friends, “pain doesnt owe me/you purpose - the need to intellectualize & assign meaning to pain & death is not only futile, but harmful.” & honestly, i think that it stems from weakness (in most cases - i realize theres a plethora of other reasons such as those who r just desperate for something to hold on to or r hyperintellectual & analytical or who have been pressured by external “support” systems to find the “good” etc etc) - while the majority of people view the person who “can find the good in everything” (strictly speaking only in relation to trauma/tragedy here & more in denunciation of those that celebrate this trait as opposed to vilifying “survivors” who respond this way, though in my experience, its very very very rarely the “survivor” that perpetrates this ideology ) as strong, i sort of see it as a weakness - their inability to sit with & absorb their own pain or that of others is so strong that not only do they have to frantically pull rainbows out of the teeth of a meat cleaver, they also have to exist within this strange (tho, not malicious - more subconscious) superiority complex. like, nah, dude, some times shit is just awful. you cant tell me anything fucking good came out of a four year old girl being kidnapped, gangraped, & tortured for two years, before being impaled & left to die on a stake. her mom opened a non profit organization? oh well thank fucking god for that!!! those that believe the latter to be more “enlightened” or whatever the fuck r the same people who say shit like “dying is easy - living is harder” & i get that that its supposed to be interpreted metaphorically for the most part - giving up is easy, trying isnt (which also.....isnt true??? admitting defeat & fully accepting the fact that ur fucking helpless is beyond hard lmao???) - but pretend youre somewhere, anywhere outside ur sunny little fucking yoga studio full of white women whos biggest issues r the pta & johnny whos failing math, & lets say your life is in real, imminent danger, a gun is to your head & i want you to not scream or cry or beg for ur life since dying is “easier”. if dying is so easy, why do the majority of ppl cling to it with such desperation - why is suicide illegal? why do some ppl go thru 100s of chemo treatments even tho the doctors say theyre just prolonging the inevitable, ppl who cut off a diseased arm so it wont spread, those who walk dozens of miles every day for food & water, etc? & i know & understand the survival instinct better than anyone, even when i wanted to die more than anything, my natural instincts would kick in with no conscious neural input & id do what i had to do. im not condemning those who cling to life (ok - a little. ur wasting resources out of ur own fear. but i also realize thats just me being a Fucking Asshole As Always cuz technically, im doing the same thing tho its more due to lack of opportunity rather than fear. i just think, societally, death should be more normalized, discussed, & not made out to be so unknown & scary), instead just reprimanding those who say shit like that (inspirational facebook quotes). especially cuz most of the ppl who do spew that shit have never gone thru anything even remotely difficult - their worst nightmare is a Big Scary Black Man grabbing them on the street, mugging them, & touching their tits. & i also know that these stupid ass sayings are to be applied to bullshit like exercise & fitness (“no pain no gain” is another one of my Favorites) & not fucking torture or even just ur run of the mill rape, even that would probably smash the rose tinted banana republic shades off their beverly hills tanned faces. but ive heard the no pain no gain one a handful of times in the last few weeks, specifically from doctors performing procedures in preparation for my bottom surgery. & i know its supposed to be encouraging & they have no way of knowing, but its just like, buddy, u have no idea who youre fucking talking to. & im starting to understand what THEY mean when they say it - pain with a reward is infinitely more tolerable than pain just for the sake of pain; like, a tattoo, it hurts, but u know, when its done, its gonna be sick as fuck. when u r able to fall back on the idea that its for something u rlly want, its A Lot easier to handle as opposed to pain thats Just Pain - theres no reward for it except, i guess, that the more u experience it, the closer u r to the end of it lmao. i mean, i still hate when ppl say it cuz for most of my life, pain was just pain, & the “reward” was the opportunity to go home at the end & so whenever ppl say that, my mind just immediately resorts back to that & im just like haha fuck u. but im trying to remember my experiences r definitely not universal & im starting to sorta understand what they mean i think. but, flipping gears here, & going back to the sentiment of “everything happens for a reason”, the base philosophy of psuedo deep Fuckwads - a girls dad didnt fuck her “for a reason”, everything doesnt happen “for a reason”. like ok, hypothetically, the kid he impregnated her with & that she was forced to have at 12 may surpass all odds & not become a homeless junkie & instead become a world renowned doctor who finds the cure for cancer. but she wasnt raped repeatedly from the age of six for that “reason”, no matter what anyone says & honestly, the liberation of the masses does not justify the suffering of one, especially a child. in my eyes at least. but again, im a bitter asshole. sorry i just Went The Fuck Off here oh my god.....if u read all this, thanks, pal. if not, thats cool too. but yea, send me ur stuff, id totally be down to read it. as for me potentially thinking ur cute, i have to look at my disgusting shitstain of a “face” every goddamn day so everyone else to me is fuckin aphrodite. but im also tryin to not put so much worth into physical appearance- its not something that should be complimented cuz its just smth a person was born with which is the same reason it shouldnt be insulted. this is gonna sound gay & stupid but i personally find that a persons essence & personality really permeates. you can meet someone who, objectively, isnt all that great looking, but once u get to know them, u really see their beauty - how the sun catches in their hair, their dilated pupils looking up at u from under long eyelashes in the dark, the birthmark on their right shoulder that they despise but that is so Them, the gap in their teeth, etc. & idk how to phrase this without it sounding like “well ur ugly but at least ur a good person”, cuz that only reiterates the societally indoctrinated emphasis on appearance & my kneejerk reaction to assure the person in question that thats not what im saying is only another result of that!!! its inescapable!!! but no, really, its not just a matter of “its on the inside that counts” - physically, they change or maybe, actually this is more likely, when i first meet them, my “default” eyes r just looking for features that i know im immediately attracted to (tall, blonde, sickly as in sunken eyes sticklike pale but still looks like she could & will beat the shit out of me) but as i fall in love or get to know them better, my eyes adjust & i notice & adore the beauty that was there all along. so uh. idk if ill think ur “cute”. but probably, yes, ill think ur an angel.

[and-i-lostmy-shoe]

The scene we never saw

Inspired by this post

Genre: hurt/comfort

Word count: 1444

Ship: heavily implied Javid, some Jatherine but this takes place between Something To Believe In and Once And For All so what can ya do?

Editing: surprisingly, yes.

Jack stood on the rooftop, grinning. All plans of running off had promptly fallen away. He had a girlfriend, and a plan, and they were going to put it into action. Davey would round up the rest of the newsies, and- oh. He hadn’t apologized to Davey yet. His palms started sweating. That wasn’t something he was looking forward to. And it wouldn’t be like with Katherine. He couldn’t just kiss him and it’s magically- nope, he had a girlfriend and besides, that’s illegal. Katherine must have noticed his sudden shift in mood, because she asked, “What’s wrong, Jackie?” He involuntarily winced at the petname, because, he realized, that’s what it was. She must have seen that too, because she quickly apologized.

“Sorry.”

“No, no, you’re fine.” He took a deep breath. “I just realized that i haven’t apologized to Davey for, erm, steering the rally into total chaos.” Her eyes went wide and she uttered something that sounded suspiciously like “Dear lord save you.”

“Well then, i think it’s high time we paid someone a midnight visit.”

Jack knew the way to the Jacobs’ apartment. The two brothers had needed to get home from Medda’s theater somehow, and there was no way in hell Jack was going to let the small child and his fish-out-of-water of a brother try and find their way home at night alone. With every step, his panic mounted, and by the time they turned into the alley that held the fire escape, Jack was hyperventilating.

David Jacobs was not having a good night. Jack had broken his heart by scabbing, but not only that, he’d broken all hell loose. The rally had officially ended early when it had dissolved into shouting and arguing, despite not a single newsie agreeing with Jack, but it had taken far too long to clear out the theater. When everything went to the rats, Davey had handed Les over to Specs with firm instructions to wait for him at the stagedoor, and then set about the seemingly impossible task of diffusing the situation before it turned to a riot. It had been a quarter to midnight by the time he had finally gotten everyone out, and he was struggling to hold back tears and a panic attack. All along the walk back to their apartment, Les had been asking him questions, the answers to which he had no idea and didn’t know if he could handle. By the time they reached the building, his breathes were coming out in rattling heaves. Mercifully, Les had fallen asleep as soon as his head had hit the pillow, leaving David alone in the small bedroom the two brothers shared. He didn’t even undress, he wasn’t sure his legs would hold up. He just sat down on the edge of the bed and let everything pour out. He cried silently, but in huge, coughing sobs, shaking his frame. He barely heard it amidst his gasping, but he caught a rap-tap-tapping at his window.

As Jack and Katherine approached the window of the fifth floor apartment, they saw Davey inside, his back to the window. His head was in his hands, and his torso was shuddering up and down. It wrenched Jack’s heart, knowing that he had been the one to hurt Davey like that. He took a shaky breath to steady himself, and then raised his hand to the window. But he couldn’t do it, he was shaking too hard. Luckily, Katherine was there to come to his rescue. She gave a few brisk knocks, and Jack wasn’t sure if Davey had heard them, but then Davey’s head jerked up, and he hurriedly swiped at his face before standing up and walking around the bed. When he registered who was waiting at his window, he froze, a look of pure panic displayed across his face. He looked like a trapped animal, and it shot a sharp barb right through Jack’s heart. Soon, however, it was replaced by a mask of ice, the same one he’d been wearing on his first day as a newsie. It felt like forever ago. He opened the window and climbed into the night air. Davey gestured upward, his face stony, and the little group continued up the fire escape to the roof. Jack hurried to sit down on a crate. His legs felt like they were about to give way, and for that matter, so did his stomach.

“What do you want with me?” He asked coldly. His voice dragged claws across Jack’s heart.

“I- I just wanted to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you,” Davey hissed, pacing furiously.

And Jack couldn’t take it anymore. Hot tears started to run down his cheeks. Pathetic. I’m the most pathetic person. I don’t even deserve these tears, this is all my fault to begin with.

When Jack started to cry, Katherine couldn’t help but swear under her breath. Davey... had not been too pleased with the sight of Jack, and from the looks of it, it would only get worse. But then she saw Davey’s face. He had stopped pacing and was stock-still, staring at Jack. His mouth was open helplessly, his eyes wide. He looked shocked and weary as he stood there, helpless.

Davey had no idea what to do. He’d never seen Jack cry before. He’d never seen Jack vulnerable. Jack had been devastated by Crutchie’s arrest, but even then, he’d been angry. He’d protected himself like a hedgehog, curling up into a prickly ball and hissing at anyone who got near. He’d never seen Jack cry. And he’d been the one to make him.

He scurried over to Jack. “Jackie…” he said gently, before feeling a rush of shame. Don’t be a scumbag, Jacobs. He knew that Katherine was there for a reason. But Jack didn’t object to the petname (because, much as Davey tried to silence it, the little voice in his head telling him “that’s what it is” was right), because to Jack, it felt right.

Two steady streams flowed down Jack’s face silently. He hid his face in his hands, embarrassed. He didn’t speak. He didn’t trust himself to have something other than sobs come out if he opened his mouth. By now Davey was sitting beside him, a comforting hand on his back. That just made him cry harder. He didn’t deserve Davey, he needed to speak, apologize.

“They threatened you,” he mumbled.

“Me??”

“Yeah. And Les and Crutchie. They said that I better behave, or else, or else they were gonna lock up all the boys, they were gonna let Crutchie rot in prison, they were gonna rip you and Les right out of your family, when you ain’t never done no wrong.” Davey winced at that. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. But Jack wasn’t finished yet.

“They were gonna let you all suffer, and it would be on me.”

“None of this is your fault, Jackie.”

“You’re too good for me, Dave.”

There was a brief pause as both boys wandered in their own emotions. Then suddenly, Davey swept Jack up in a crushing hug, surprising them both. Emotionally exhausted, Jack melted into the embrace.

“I knew it”

“Knew.. what?!”

“That you didn’t scab for the money.”

“..oH.”

Katherine knew that she was supposed to feel something about watching her new boyfriend holding another boy tight, despite all logic pointing to it being platonic. She knew that she was to be jealous and get possessive, or self-assured and unaffected, because “he doesn’t have a chance, Jack absolutely adores me”, or all those other things that women are supposed to do. And she knew that she definitely wasn’t supposed to find it… sweet. And kinda cute. And romantic, in a way that only small gestures can be, but her’s and Jack’s never were.

Jack could tell Davey was crying again, because there were droplets hitting the back of his shirt. He didn’t blame Davey, this had been one hell of a stressful day. Jack wasn’t quite sure how to cheer him up, so he awkwardly patted David’s back. Eventually davey pulled away, wiping furiously at his eyes.

“M’sorry you had to see me so pathetic, Jack.”

Jack gently brought a hand to Davey’s face. “Don’t apologize to me. We can’t both be sorry, and if anyone should be, it’s me.” They held eye contact for ten seconds longer than they probably should have, and davey flinched. Jack withdrew his hand like he’d touched an ember, and the awkwardness bubbled in the air. Then a guardian angel by the name of Katherine swooped in, clearing her throat.

“So here’s the plan,” she started.

This took me like two months but I finished!

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