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footprintsinthesxnd · 10 months

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Forgive Me

Pairings: Lewis Nixon x f!reader. Summary: When Lewis Nixon first met Easy Company’s female medic he realised it was love at first sight and it was even better when she reciprocated those feelings. But nothing ever goes smoothly and in the forest of the Ardennes Nixon loses something dear. Warnings: scenes of war, blood, injury, character death, implied sex, graphic images, hurt. Disclaimer: any writing of Band of Brothers characters is strictly based of their fictional representation within the show and is meant as no disrespect to the real hero’s.

Thank you @callsign-phoenix for proofreading.

Y/n had never really thought she would die, it was always in the back of her mind like a nagging doubt, always ready to make itself known but in truth, she never actually thought it would be her. Dying is messy and painful; she had witnessed enough men writhing and screaming in agony as they flailed around like a fish, gasping for air as they desperately clung to their organs that threatened to spill out, blood pooling around them like a deathly halo. Y/n had held lives in her hands, comforted them, and tried to put the many pieces of them back together. It was brutal and cruel, anyone who could romanticise death in her eyes was a fool, there was nothing romantic about it. But she never thought it would be her.

The woods of the Bois Jacques had been unusually silent, the frozen winds having ceased to disturb the trees above her, the soft crunch of her boots on the icy ground and the soft chattering from the foxholes around her was the only noise. Y/n crouched down beside an occupied foxhole, the crumpled brown cover moved and two heads poked out.

“Hey Doc,” Guarnere's voice was gruff and his sleepy eyes travelled up her small frame. Babe sat beside him with a lopsided grin on his face. Both of them were consumed by exhaustion, dark purple bloomed beneath their dull eyes, hot breath leaving their chapped lips in small puffs of condensation.

“You boys doing okay?” She asked quietly, conscious of the other paratroopers trying to catch some sleep in the foxholes around them.

“Not too bad Doc, not too bad,” Guarnere replied, burying his head further into the itchy brown army-issue winter coat.

“You okay, Babe?”

“Never better Doc, I’m living the dream,” he joked, his cheeks rose and his signature cheeky grin graced his lips. Y/n smiled at them both, despite everything, all the horrors they had seen, those two always managed to find something to smile about.

“Good,” Y/n stood, groaning inwardly as her knees clicked, joints crunching as she tried to straighten them. She felt old. She joined the paratroopers as a young woman but she’d be leaving the Ardennes at least 20 years her senior.

Y/n continued her walk through the forest, passing Eugene on her way through, her fellow medic gave her a sympathetic smile, his eyes glassy as if he wanted to cry but couldn’t quite bring himself to show it. Y/n felt for Gene, she understood how he felt, the pain and agony that rested silently behind his eyes like a constant reminder of the tragedies they had endured.

The CP was ahead of her, in a small wooden shack that housed the battalion CP in the forest. Dick Winter’s characteristic red head could be seen moving around, a flash of colour in the otherwise monochrome landscape. She waved as she approached and Dick nodded to his left.

“He’s over there,” he motioned, knowing exactly who she had come to see. Y/n sent him a small, appreciative smile before continuing over to his foxhole. She lifted the flap and slipped down beside him, a small smirk on her lips as she gazed upon his sleeping form. The creases that normally settled between his eyebrows had been smoothed out, his ebony hair was ruffled and unkempt and his face was littered with stubble compared to his normally clean-shaved look. His large winter coat hugged him closely and Y/n couldn’t help but admire the soft snores that escaped from his lips.

“Hey Lew,” she nudged his shoulder gently. “Lew?”

He groaned, causing Y/n to let out a small giggle as he scrunched his face in disgust from this intrusion on his sleep. She ran her hand over his stubbled cheek, coaxing him from his slumber.

“Y/n?” He mumbled sleepy, his voice thick and raspy and ever more sexy than normal. “What are you doing here, Love?” He propped himself up, gripping hold of your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You hummed appreciative of his warmth.

“I just wanted to see you,” she whispered, nuzzling her cold nose into his neck, causing him to gasp at the sudden intrusion.

Lewis placed his lips to her forehead, pressing his nose into her hair and inhaling deeply. Lewis Nixon, the light of her life. He never failed to make her smile, make her feel safe, and make her feel loved. Y/n lost count of how many nights Lewis had spent with his hands wrapped tightly around her thighs as he made love to her. The fleeting ghosts of a kiss that they stole when no one was looking. His hand brushed against hers during briefings. His smile never failed to take her breath away.

“I missed you,” he pouted, his dark eyes resembling those of a puppy.

“But you saw me a few hours ago,” she protested, laughing at the grown man’s hurt expression.

“But I want to be with you all the time. I love you,” Lewis admitted sheepishly. It’s not like you hadn’t said ‘I love you’ before, but Lewis was a man of actions more than words when it came to Y/n, he showed her that he loved her nearly every minute of every day but he very rarely confessed his feelings, instead choosing to give her a breathtaking kiss, or an especially long hug.

“I love you too,” she admitted, placing her lips to his for a few seconds. Lewis’ hand managed to wrap its way into her hair, pulling her close as his tongue began dancing along her lips. He pulled her up into his lap so she could straddle him, pulling her impossibly close. Y/n groaned as Lewis began to knead her thighs with his large hand.

“Lewis, we can’t. Not here,” Y/n mumbled against his neck as she placed hot, open-mouthed kisses on his exposed flesh.

“Why not,” Lewis groaned, moving his hips inwards slightly to meet hers.

A sudden earth-shaking explosion caused them to pull apart, breathlessly staring at each other as another mortar shell hit. Shouts from outside the foxhole caused (y/n) to scramble to her feet.

“MEDIC!”

“No Y/n, I won’t let you go out there. It’s too dangerous,” Lewis pleaded, grabbing onto the sleeve of her coat, and pulling desperately at the fabric.

“I have to go, Lew, it’s my job. I’ll come back to you, I promise. I always do.” She threw herself forward into his arms, giving him one last kiss before she disappeared into the forest. Lewis watched in horror as she fled into the exploding forest, artillery rounds hitting the trees causing them to erupt into the air, splintering into thousands of pieces that fluttered to the ground like confetti. The explosions seared the air and earth in a way that left it devoid of life, obliterating everything in its wake. Dick dived into the foxhole beside Lewis.

“Where’s Y/n?” He shouted over the artillery barrage.

“She went out there,” Lewis all but sobbed. “Somebody was calling for a medic.”

Dick gave Lewis a sympathetic look as both men watched in horror as the forest floor erupted beneath the paratroopers' feet. Nothing in basic training could have ever prepared them for this.

Y/n sprinted through the forest, trees erupting beside her, sending shards across her path. The wailing for a medic continued and despite the chaos surrounding her and the thrumming of her heart loudly in her ears, Y/n remained calm. She had a job to do and the sooner it was done the sooner she would be back in Lewis’ arms. Earth flew up into her face as the mortar round blew away the Earth before her, the sound of the explosion came with a terrible echo as if it were an anguished cry from God.

Y/n’s ears were ringing, high pitched whistling filled her mind, clouding her judgment and making her movements sluggish. Her eyes watered, eyelids holding back the great floodgates as the agonising pain began to build, moving through her body like some great torrential wave, washing over her and muffling everything that surrounded her. Nothing made sense. She cried out; screaming into the nothingness. Her fingers were sticky and warm as the blood flowed from her, draining her of any feeling. The thick iron liquid filled at the back of her throat causing her to splutter, drowning in her own blood. If only someone could have heared her over the German artillery.

Lewis poked his head out of the foxhole, looking out onto the field of devastation. There was nothing left, no trees stood tall, and the snow was no longer white but stained crimson and brown. Lewis watched as a few other heads popped up from the holes, glancing around in disbelief. They had made it through another night. Jumping up without a second thought Lewis headed away from the CP, Dick’s voice calling after him as he blatantly ignored him. He needed to find her, Dick would understand but he needed to find her. He ran like a madman, stumbling, falling, and regaining his balance. He didn’t care. He knew the other paratroopers were giving him sideways glances, the whispers of ‘Nixon’s finally lost it’ followed him.

To him, it felt like an eternity until he found you but it had been mere minutes, he’d been just minutes away from her. His movements stilled when he reached her, boots skidding to a husky, scuffing up the snow.

Eugene had been the one to find her, he had bandages pressed to her side, and the once white fabric was stained a deep scarlet like the pool that surrounded her now small pale frame. Eugene had her in his lap, supported by his chest as he hugged her close, rocking her form slowly as he whispered sweet nothings.

Lewis dropped to his knees feeling all the air rush from his lungs, he gasped but nothing happened. He’d always wondered how he would die and now he felt like he would die suffocating in the snow in Belgium. His eyes became full and heavy with unshed tears but he couldn’t blink, couldn’t pull his eyes away from her.

“Captain Nixon, I’m so sorry…” Eugene began, but Lewis held up his hand.

“Don’t. Don’t say it.” He crawled closer, each movement seemed sluggish and uncalculated but he made it. Her eyes were still open, blinking up at him slowly.

“Lew..?” She began, but Lewis pulled her close to him, quieting her.

“It’s okay Love, I’ve got you now. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

A faint smile ghosted her lips causing Lewis’ heart to clenched painfully as if someone was pulling it from within his rib cage, wrenching it from his chest. She groaned a little as Lewis tried to prop her up in a more comfortable position.

“I’m so… sorry… Lew,” she spoke slowly, the blood gurgling at the back of her throat and escaping from the corner of her mouth. Lewis wiped it away quickly, placing a delicate kiss on her brow.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for my brave, beautiful girl. You don’t need to apologise,” he could feel the tears making their inevitable path down his cheeks, burying his windswept flesh but he barely noticed, too consumed by the utter torturous image that lay before him.

“I think I have to go, Lew,” she whispered, looking up at him through hooded eyelids, her lashes fanning out her pale cheeks as she blinked slowly.

“No Sweetheart please, I need a little more time,” his begging was futile, they both knew it. Lewis could see Doc Roe’s hand twitch as she began to splutter, choking on her own blood.

“I’m sorry, Lew.”

“I know you are Sweetheart, I know but it’s not your fault. Alright? You were doing your job and you’re so good at it, you’re so good at it. I love you so much,” Lewis placed his lips firmly to Y/n’s as if he could kiss the life back into her. “It's okay if you need to go…l…I’ll be right here with you…always.” Lewis began to choke on his words and he felt Eugene rest a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay.”

And just like that the life drained from her eyes, once bright and full of hope now dull and leaving darkness in their wake. Lewis was sure he could feel her soul leaving, rising into the bright morning sky, leaving behind the horrors of the Ardennes and finally having the peace she deserved. Lewis lay her body down gently onto the pink snow, cradling her face one last time. “Please forgive me.”

He hastily removed his jacket, placing it over her delicate frame. “In case she gets cold,” he muttered to Eugene as he turned to leave, his tears now falling down his face in generous streams. He couldn’t bear to watch them take her away, not his Y/n, not like this. Lewis found a small, half-finished foxhole near an intact tree, its branches providing some shelter from prying eyes and he wept. It was natural to cry, it felt good to let it all go, the pain, the heartbreak, all of it. He had loved Y/n Y/l/n with all his heart, with all his being, his soul and yet it seemed no matter how much you love someone you can’t always keep them, sometimes you have to set them free.

Dick appeared soon after the news of her death had spread. He found Lewis sitting under a tree, his usually round, jolly face was red and swollen, his chapped lip oozing blood from where he had chewed it worriedly, his hair dishevelled from where he’d run his fingers through it hundreds of times. He’d never seen Lewis like this before, never seen him so broken.

“I’m so sorry, Nix,” he began but his friend only stood, shaking his head carefully.

“She’s gone Dick, she’s gone and I’ve never felt so broken,” Lewis choked on his words, the hysterical sob he’d been trying to contain for the last hour gradually making its way to the surface.

“I know she is, Nix and I understand if…”

“NO, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND DICK! I LOVED HER!” Lewis bellowed, his voice echoing through the shattered clearing. “I loved her and she is gone and it’s broken me. I’m broken.” Lewis turned away and took several steps away from his friend before he stopped. “You’ll make sure she has a proper burial won’t you?” At that moment Lewis Nixon resembled a small boy, his lip quivering, large chestnut eyes like large orbs staring up at his friend.

“Of course, Nix.”

Lewis nodded, seemingly satisfied with Dick’s answer. “Good,” was all he said before he disappeared into the forest.

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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Birthday Bummer - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Fluff, cheating accusations, jealous Katsuki

Summary: You love your boyfriend! You do! And he loves you! However he’s always busy. You understand being a pro can be very occupational but when he does have days off, he spends them either training to doing some paper work. Doing everything he can to get ahead, and you of course support him! But sometimes you miss him and sometimes he misses..a lot

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Oh? You’re not gonna be able to make it again?” You said with sadness laced in your voice. The phone in your hand felt like led in your shaking palm as you spoke to your boyfriend.

“Yeah. I’m so sorry Teddy Bear. Endeavor won’t let me off especially with all the damaged I caused during our last battle.” He explained. Your lip began to quiver but you bit it to hide your expression.

“It’s fine, Suki. Really. I understand, you’re a hero and you’re busy. Don’t worry about it, Love.” You said with a reassuring tone.

“Are you already at the restaurant?” He asked with worry.

“No, I didn’t even leave the house yet. I was still getting ready. I was actually gonna text you to tell you I was gonna be a little late, but..yeah.” You said. Bakugou sighed in sadness.

“I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you baby.” Another empty promise. You licked your lips at his words and gave a disappointed sigh.

“Ok.” You replied.

“I love you.” He sweetly said.

“I love you too.”

“Bye Y/N!” Kirishima said from the other side of the phone.

“Shitty Hair said ‘bye’” Bakugou said, relaying the message.

“Heh, bye Kiri.” You said and hung up. You placed the phone down on the table and bounced your leg up and down as you let your head rest in your hand.

Of course. Like usual, Katsuki blew you off again for work. It’s not like it’s his fault but he never seems to turn his agency down. You understand that being a hero requires diligent work and good ethics but your boyfriend would always drop everything for work whenever, wherever. That includes you.

“Excuse me, Miss?”

You looked up to the man who was dressed in a clean suit with a white apron. “Would you like anything else?”

“Ha, I mean..unless you can get my date here, then just the check.” You joked. The kind waiter placed an understanding hand on your shoulder before placing down the bill. You sipped from your champagne glass and payed before grabbing your purse and walking out of the fancy restaurant. Maybe if your boyfriend were here, you would be getting in his car with him to go home, but instead, you were driving your own and sitting by yourself. You began your drive home to the empty house.

The usual. Katsuki blows you off for work, tries to make it up to you with something special, fails to show up for that, repeat cycle. This time..it was different though. It was supposed to be your special day. It was your birthday.

You hoped he would’ve remembered. I mean, it’s not like this was your first birthday with him. This was going to be your 4th birthday with him! And he forgot! And you would’ve let it slide had it not been for the fact that he had been blowing you off more and more for work. You understand he’s a pro and you get that with the sudden splurge of crime in Musutafu he’s been way busier but he didn’t even spare you a little “Happy Birthday, babe.”

As you pulled into the driveway, you looked at the doorway and saw an edible arrangement! Your eyes lit up as you ran out the car and went to examine the gift. Unfortunately, as you read the gift card, you saw it was from Mina and not Katsuki. You smiled nonetheless, appreciative of the gift.

You brought it in and enjoyed the sweet treats in the basket with a sad smile. You left it on the dining table along with all the other gifts. A beautiful set of rings, a new dress, a heart holding teddy bear, and a bouquet of roses from your father. You were always a daddy’s girl. You and your father were extremely close and only grew closer once you lost your mother. Growing up an only child, your father was your best friend. You loved him dearly. As you examined the flowers, you couldn’t help but notice his note that put a smile on your face.

Hello my Sweet Angel, Y/N. It’s been another year of you being in my life and I couldn’t be happier to have been blessed with you. I hope these roses will suffice but I know they pale in comparison to your beauty. I hope you enjoy this marvelous day and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to spend it with you as we usually do. I love you Y/N

-Daddy

You called your father to thank him for the roses and to have a conversation with him. You hadn’t talked to many people today despite it being your birthday so talking to one of your favorite people should bring your mood to a better place.

“Alright, I should get going now. It’s pretty late and you need your rest.” You reminded your father.

“Of course dear. Have a nice night, goodnight sweetie.”

“Okay, goodnight Daddy!” You chirped.

“Goodnight!”

You enjoyed speaking to your father and you definitely did feel your mood brighten until you noticed a text from Katsuki. You foolishly hoped it was a last minute birthday mention but of course you were wrong.

‘I’ll be home soon, princess. Mind getting dinner started? Thanks <3’

You could only sigh and feel your mood drop once more.

Afterwards, you chose to ignore his request and went to your shared bedroom. You stripped out of your gorgeous outfit and took off your makeup that you spent hours on. You hoped Katsuki would’ve gotten to see you all dolled up for your special day but things happen..you guess. You ran a hot bath for yourself and filled it with all types of scented bath salts, soaps, and flower petals. You lit a few candles and set them up all pretty around the tub and hopped in, relishing in the warmth that wrapped around you. All you wanted to do was forget about today.

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Bakugou walked through the door exhausted from the day’s work. He took a shower at the agency and was all set and dressed in a comfy tee and a pair of sweats. He dropped his case at the door and walked in, expecting dinner for him on the island, but instead was met with a bunch of gifts. He stood shocked but chuckled to himself at the thought of you doing such a nice thing for him out of nowhere. He guesses that this was better than dinner.

He walked to the gifts and examined them. An edible arrangement that seemed to be eaten? Rings that were obviously for a woman? A dress? Okay, by now he realized that these gift must’ve been for you but for what? He continued to look through the gifts and noticed the lovey dovey Teddy Bear and bouquet. He grew a little irked at the gifts that one would deem romantic but what really sent it was the note. The words made his blood boil and when he saw the note was signed “Daddy,” he exploded.

“Is she…” as Bakugou thought about it, he came to the conclusion that you must’ve been cheating on him with some sugar daddy. The gifts, the dress, the rings, the note?! It gave him all the signs. In a raging fit, he took the basket and slammed it to the floor. He ripped apart the Teddy Bear, tossed the rings, singed the dress, and stomped on the beautiful roses. Finally, he made his way to search for you as he spoke to himself. “Oh that cheating fucking bitch.”

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You were all set with your bath and had already dried your hair. You were dressed in your favorite silk set as you laid on the king sized bed. Suddenly, the door busted open and your boyfriend walked through the door, and he was pissed.

“Katsuki! The door!” You exclaimed before Bakugou made his way over to you.

“Am I not enough for you?!” He screamed. You looked at him in silent confusion and your pause urged him to continue. “What?! Do I not make enough money to your liking?! Well sorry if I can’t fucking spoil you! I just thought you would’ve appreciated my fucking efforts a little damn more considering you don’t have to work at all!”

“Katsuki, what the hell are you talking about?” You questioned, sitting up a little straighter.

“I’m talking about you fucking cheating on me! You think I wouldn’t notice all the fucking gifts you got for spreading your legs for some rich bastard?!” He asked and threw your gifted dress on your lap. You looked at it in shock as you ran your fingers across the singes. “Why don’t you take that fucking dress and the rest of your stupid gifts, and get the fuck out of this ho-“

Without letting him finish, you pushed his chest away and ran downstairs to the island. You set your eyes on the island and you stopped in your tracks, covering your open mouth with your hands in shock. Bakugou followed you down the stairs so he could see your reaction to having your gifts ruined, thinking it was exactly what you deserved for “cheating.”

“No, no, no!” You said an ran to the scattered gifts, trying to collect them as best as you could. Tears fell down your face as you looked at all the broken pieces in your hand. It wasn’t that you cared about receiving gifts, it was that these gifts were from people who cared enough to remember the day you came into this world. A day your own boyfriend couldn’t even remember this year. You found the crushed bouquet and held it against your chest. A gift from your dear father, ruined.

“What is wrong with you?” You tearfully asked the blonde behind you. You stood on your feet as he smirked at you with crossed arms and scoffed.

“What’s wrong with you? Fucking cheating on me with some sugar daddy?! And don’t even try to lie your way out of this shit, I read the fucking card.” He stated. You gawked at him in confusion and looked around as if he was crazy.

“The bouquet was from my father, Bakugou! Not my fucking sugar daddy! I don’t fucking have one, you prick!” Your words made Bakugou’s eyes pop as his arms uncrossed and slowly fell to his sides.

“W-What?” He asked.

“My father! The roses were from my father! The edible arrangement was from Mina, the rings were from Momo, the teddy bear was from Kirishima, and the dress was from Jirou! They gave me these gifts because it’s my birthday! Remember?!”

Bakugou immediately felt guilt build up in his chest. A little relief with that fact that you weren’t cheating, but immediate guilt for accusing you of doing so, telling you to leave, breaking your gifts, and forgetting your birthday.

“Y-Y/N I-“

“Save it Bakugou. You want me to leave so bad? Then I’ll go.” With that, you slammed the destroyed flowers into his chest and ran to the bedroom to change and pack a small bag with Bakugou following your trail.

“Y/N! No, wait!” He shouted and chased after you. Before he could grab hold of you, you made it into the room and slammed the door in his face before locking it. “Baby! C’mon, open the door! I’m sorry!”

“Leave me alone!” You said as you changed.

“No! Baby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I forgot your birthday, I’m sorry I accused you of cheating, I’m sorry I ruined your special day. Please just let me in to fix this!” He begged. You finally opened the door with an angry look. “Baby! Thank go-“

“You can’t fix this, Bakugou!” You said with tears poking at the ends of your eyes. His heart began to ache when he noticed them and the bag you carried. Not only that but ever since you started calling him Bakugou again, he felt weak.

“Baby..it’s Katsuki.” He said trying to reach out for you but you snatched your hand away.

“Don’t call me that and as of right now, no it’s not!” You tried to walk away but Bakugou grabbed onto your waist to stop you.

“Y/N, stop, please. Look, you don’t have to go, just stay here and we can talk about this. Please we don’t even have to talk, just stay here. I’ll sleep in the guest room just don’t go, please.” He pleaded with soft tears. You bit your lip before calming down and speaking to him.

“Katsuki, I can’t be around you right now.” You said with a broken voice. “I just need some space…please.”

Katsuki still refused to let you go and so you stood there for what felt like forever. Eventually, you felt his hold weaken and so you pulled his arms off before walking away. Bakugou quietly followed you to the exit and before you left, Bakugou grabbed your wrist.

“I’m sorry. Please..let me fix this.” He said with tears running down his eyes. You froze before going in to make a move. You sighed and placed your hands on his face and wiped away his tears with your thumb. Bakugou took the opportunity to hold you in his arms once more as he leaned in to your touch. You pulled his face in and pecked his cheek before placing your hand on the knob once more.

“We’ll talk when I get back.” You softly said. You didn’t bother to see his response before you shut the door and got in your car to drive away.

Talk about a birthday bummer.

A/N: UGH, HORRIBLE ENDING

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a-supernatural-writer · 3 years

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Lost in the Shadows Pt.4

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Word Count: 2801

FemOC x Poly Lost Boys

A pink and blue sugary sweet entered Vanessa’s mouth. She hummed in enjoyment as the cotton candy instantaneously melted in her mouth. She loved the treat. Anything cotton candy or even a sweet that had the pink and blue color combination sent her into a giddy state of being.

She was leaning against the railing of the boardwalk with a set of stairs leading down to the beach right next to her.

It’s been a very long time since she’s been to a beach town. The group's previous home was New Orleans. Filled with swamps and bayous, smoke filled bars, and jazz playing almost every single night.

Vanessa didn’t dislike their previous home, it was just starting to become too repetitive for her. She loved jazz but was soon losing her mind hearing the same things over and over again. Their own rock band that they formed was at the bottom of the totem pole because of the music genre.

So, that’s when Vanessa suggested that they moved. Find somewhere new where their band would be appreciated. And what better place than California? Especially a small beach town that was always looking for performers.

Santa Carla was perfect. It was a hub for strange people. People like them. Well, not entirely like them but close enough.

Not to mention, more often than not, she was feeling a strange pull towards the beach town. Over the past few years it was getting stronger and stronger. She talked to the others about it and that convinced them even more to move to Santa Carla.

The others had a theory that made Vanessa practically itching her skin. The theory that her mate could be roaming around. And that freaked her out to no end. Her and her group have been around for over a few hundred years and only now she was getting a pull?

The group chalked it up to whether her own mate either turned into a vampire or it was a desire that both her and her mate wanted. Companionship.

Vanessa didn’t outright ever admit she wanted companionship in the sense of love or romance. She was perfectly content with her own coven.

But having a mate was a romantic situation. Sarah and Danielle are mates and so is Timothy and Luis. They were already all together before they changed, so not much changed to their dynamic.

Vanessa only guessed that deep down, she wanted it. She wanted what her friends had. Someone to be with and to rely on in a different way.

Vanessa frowned as she finished the last bit of her dinner, leaving nothing but the plastic bag behind. She crumpled up the plastic in her hands and tossed it into the trash can down below on the beach.

She still had a little time before she had to meet up with her friends. And the night would end with them maybe grabbing an extra bite to eat down at the beach.

She reached into her back pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes that was slowly dwindling and would have to get a new pack by tomorrow night.

A single cigarette was plucked from the pack and Vanessa held it in between her lips as she put the pack in her back pocket and fished her lighter out in the other one. It was a gold lighter with her full name and a butterfly engraved on it. It was a present from her parents when she changed completely.

Cupping the cigarette with one hand, she flicked the lighter that was at the tip of the nicotine. Vanessa started to growl in frustration as the lighter wasn’t igniting. She stopped her attempts to get it to work and shook it up against her ear.

“Fucker.” Vanessa groaned when she couldn’t hear any lighter fluid sloshing about. She was so busy bringing everything into their new place this morning and getting all the necessary paperwork done that she forgot to refill it.

She reluctantly placed her lighter back into her pocket but kept the cigarette in her mouth. Maybe she could find someone with a lighter on hand?

“Need a light?” A lighter was held up by a leather gloved hand.

Vanessa’s eyes that were hidden behind her black sunglasses trailed up the arm and then landed on their face.

If that pull wasn’t strong before, it was now. She could feel her inside turning and twisting. The pull was much stronger, but it still seemed incomplete. Like it was waiting for more.

The owner of the lighter was a guy around her age. He had a platinum blonde mullet that almost looked white but it was nowhere close to her own white colored hair. He had stubble of the same color and icy blue eyes that looked like it could pierce through her heart. Thank god that her heart was half dead so it wasn’t beating like a drum.

Not only did the leather gloves surprise her, but his whole wardrobe did. He had two coats on which was a leather jacket underneath a black trench coat. Weird combination but it really worked for him. She saw a black shirt underneath those layers but she couldn’t tell what kind of shirt it was because it seemed to be hidden. A pair of leather pants that anyone can salivate over and ankle boots that had… Were those spurs?

Vanessa hid a smile behind her cigarette. She only concluded that he was old enough to have lived through the old western days. Maybe it stuck with him so much that he carried that piece of his life all these years.

She knew he was a vampire, a fully turned one cause she could not only smell it on him, but she felt deep within her blood.

“You have no idea.” Vanessa answers him. She cups her hand around the lighter as he ignites it, lighting up the end of her cigarette. She pulls back, inhaling it deeply, the ends of it burning as she breathes it in.

Vanessa watches as he himself takes a cigarette he had placed behind his ear, placing it in between his own lips and joining her. She breathes out smoke, tapping the ends of ashes over the side of the railing, “Thanks. I thought I was gonna lose it for a second.”

He smiled a little, breathing out his smoke, “I saw you struggling, and wanted to help.”

Vanessa smirked, she felt him trying to prod her mind. But since she was much older than he was, she had much more experience in the field of mind games than him. She closed her mind to him, not letting him get past any of her defenses. And instead put out some fake thoughts that would appease him.

But she was easily able to gain access to him without him knowing. And that’s when she learned that the pretty platinum blonde’s name was David. And so far, he thought she was human. He felt that same pull towards her. They both knew that they were each other's mate, but he thought she was oblivious to this pull. Just a naive little human.

“Why do I feel like that’s just an excuse?” Vanessa asked, taking in another puff.

David followed her actions, she will admit, guys who smoked like her surprisingly always put her off. But with David, it was a nice sight to see.

David smirked a little, “Don’t know what you mean.”

Vanessa wanted to laugh. Fucking tease. “Name’s Vanessa. I’d like to know the name of my hero of the night who encouraged my addiction.”

“Vanessa…” David repeated her name. If he wasn’t dead, maybe his heart would’ve skipped a beat. His mate's name was Vanessa. It wasn’t a name he heard often, but it would soon become his favorite.

David leans against the rail next to Vanessa, his coat covered shoulder just barely brushing against her bare ones.

Vanessa blinked and then continued to smoke as if the slight touch didn’t affect her. Which was a huge fucking lie. It almost felt like a shock and damn it felt good. David was on the same page. Suppressing his urges.

“My name is David. Hero of the night?” David smirked at Vanessa’s choice of words, “Such a compliment.” He continued to smoke as well, watching as the white haired female exhaled.

Vanessa rolled her eyes, “Take it. Don’t give them out much. But seriously, thanks. Nerves have been crazy.”

David nodded in agreement. His own nerves have been in a frenzy ever since he felt the pull towards her. He hid it well better than the others, smoking like a chimney ever since his mate set foot in Santa Carla.

He felt it even more when he sensed her at the Boardwalk. His coven could feel her too. But being the leader of their group, he broke off first, trying to find her through the crowds of people.

And when David saw her struggling with lighting her cigarette, the pull that he felt all but dragged David to her. He seized the opportunity and he was successful. He had control.

Once again, Vanessa wanted to laugh. So he liked control? Interesting. But what amused her the most was the fact that he thought he was in control. He was strong, she gave him credit where credit was due. Hell, he was close to being on par with her. Just some more practice and he would be stronger than her.

Vanessa was half vampire. She was strong in some areas but if a fully fledged vampire had enough time, they could easily beat her.

“Been in Santa Carla long?” David asked. He already knew the answer to that but he wanted to hear it from her.

Vanessa tapped off the last bit of ashes, taking her last puff, but before she could answer three news faces made their way over to the two of them and that’s when Vanessa almost lost her shit.

That pull that felt with David grew in tenfold as the new faces came closer. And it felt complete. Vanessa wanted to let out a string of curses. She didn’t just have one mate, she had four.

“Who’s the babe?” A guy with long blonde hair that was teased asked David as he hopped up to sit on the rail on Vanessa’s opposite side. He had sharp facial features and he had a blonde stubble as well, but not as noticeable as David’s. Pretty blue eyes that looked down at Vanessa with eagerness. He wore a black jacket that had some random pins and chains attached to it, a mesh tank top and white jeans that left very little to the imagination, brown worn out boots, and a bunch of random bracelets.

One of the other ones who had a mop of very long golden blonde curls that he had tied back was standing next to the other blonde, smiling devilishly at her. Which was opposite of his angel face looks. He was the only one with a clean face which pushed his innocent soft look even more. His eyes were a shade of light brown that held mischief. A very colorful jacket filled with different pieces of tapestry, pins and patches was placed over a white crop top to which Vanessa thought was a nice choice for his body type. A pair of jeans that was covered by chaps, boots and fingerless leather gloves adorned his hands.

And finally, a guy to which Vanessa thought fit every aspect of the phrase, tall, dark and handsome, stood next to David. Long dark brunette hair cascaded over his shoulders. He had a little bit of a stubble but not much. Deep brown eyes that were staring Vanessa down intensely. What shocked her a little was the fact that only a leather jacket with a jaguar on one sleeve and a necklace made from random items were the only things that was covering up his upper half. His tanned torso was just out in the open for everyone to see and Vanessa was very happy that she pretty much always wore her shades. He had a simple pair of black jeans and boots to finish off his look.

Vanessa then noticed that all four of them wore a single dangling earring in their left ears. They were a coven.

Vanessa and her coven had a similar jewelry accessory. All five of them had simple gold rings on their right thumbs. Things like that symbolized that you were part of their family, and that rule applied to most if not all vampire covens.

Vanessa stomped out her finished cigarette as David introduced everyone to each other, “This is Vanessa. Vanessa, that’s Paul, Marko and Dwayne.”

She nodded in acknowledgement at their names, “Hey.” She simply said. She wasn’t really trusting herself to say more at the moment. Four god damn mates. This was highly unexpected.

David finished his own and repeated his question from before the others interrupted.

Vanessa hummed, “Just got here today. My friends and I moved into our new place this morning.”

“Oo!” Paul exclaimed, throwing his arm over Vanessa’s shoulder. For a second, she thought she was going to push him off from the shock she felt when their skin touched. She wondered if it affected Paul as much as it did her.

“Where you from?” Paul continued. Paul did feel the same shock that Vanessa did. And it made him grin even more down at her. She was pretty, really pretty. The white hair looked hot on her and he so deeply wanted to see her eyes that were hidden from them.

Vanessa felt her hand twitch, wanting to reach back and pull out another cigarette, “Not really from anywhere. We just moved from New Orleans.” She decided to go with the last place she called home. In reality, she hasn’t been home in over thirty years.

Marko moved a little bit closer to Vanessa, desperately wanting to feel the same shock that David and Paul felt. He was itching to just even hold hands with his mate.

“Pretty big move.” Marko comments, placing his thumb nail in his mouth and biting down on it.

Vanessa couldn’t tell if that was a nervous tick of his or just something he repetitively did. She was leaning more towards being nervous just from his own thoughts. The action was cute though.

“Very.” Dwayne grunts out. Vanessa could feel her chest tightening at how deep his voice was, her jaw even dropped a little. Oh his voice is not fair.

The boys snickered among themselves at Vanessa. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought they were amused at her jaw dropping, but she did know better. She put that thought out in the open for all of them. Purely by accident.

David’s pointer finger pushed up Vanessa’s jaw, drawing her attention to him. “So, what are you doing here all alone?”

David’s finger gently trailed down the side of her neck. The leather making Vanessa involuntarily shiver.

That question snapped Vanessa back to reality, “Actually, thank you for reminding me.” Vanessa pushed off the railing, parting from David’s touch, “I have to go.”

Vanessa only made it two steps away from them when Marko’s hand snatched Vanessa’s wrist, “Where are you going? We could have some fun?”

Vanessa looked back at Marko, a shock running up her arm and spreading through her entire body. Marko’s grip on Vanessa’s wrist tightened a little from the same shock.

Biting her lip, Vanessa gently pulled away from Marko only to be stopped by Dwayne from behind.

Vanessa flinched a little as Dwayne’s torso collided with her back, a shock coursing through both of their bodies at the touch, “Vanessa?” Dwayne asked, placing his big hands on her shoulders.

Taking a moment to collect herself, Vanessa removes Dwayne’s hands and is fully able to back away from them. Disappointment flashed through their eyes, not wanting her to leave.

Vanessa smiles softly at them. She knew they wanted to get to know her and be around her. Once a mate touched a mate, it was hard to even separate five feet away from each other. She just needed a breather. Four mates was a lot and she just needed one day to fully take it in.

“I’m we could have a lot of fun…” Vanessa said to Marko, causing him to smile. Vanessa directed her attention back to David, “But, I’m afraid I have previous engagement.”

“Nessa!” A female voice that belonged to Sarah called out in the distance.

Vanessa wanted to kiss the ground she walked on. Her friends had perfect timing. Vanessa smiled, looking over her shoulder at her incoming friends, “Speak of the devils.”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys oc #poly lost boys #poly lost boys x oc #female ocs #lost boys marko #lost boys paul #lost boys david #lost boys dwayne #OC #the lost boys x oc #the lost boys x reader #vampire #half vampires

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gremlin-writes-angst · 3 years

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Puppy Love

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Trigger warning: Slight mention blood and biting and unrequited love

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When Denki was little, he was more shy and introverted than he is now. He was the kid that sat in the corner and watched, trying to find his opening into the other kid's conversation, and when he found it, he would try, and be rejected. So when he got first grade he had to start playing by himself. He didn't even bother trying anymore.

One day a new kid showed up to class, Denki ignored him for the most part, figuring that the new kid would become friends with the others in his class. But when the class had break time, Denki moved to play with the plastic dinosaurs he always did, while distracted the new kid sat beside him. The new kid eventually spoke up, scaring Denki a little.

“Can I play with you?”

Denki was excited and scared that someone wanted to play with him, so of course, he nodded and tried to catch the kid up with his dinosaur story.

“Here you can be the red one, like your eyes, you can also be other ones if you want but I thought this was fighting, oh and I’m Kaminari.”

“I'll be the red one, and I’m Kirishima!”

The next day Denki expected the red-eyed boy to move on and play with others, but when the break came, Kirishima followed Denki to the dinosaur bin, starting where they left off. This cycle repeated until the two became best friends, using first names, they were inseparable.

Denki remembers many little moments, like when Eijiro bit Denki and left a scar on his pinky finger, Denki wanted to know how sharp Eijiros teeth were and being young and unsupervised, the best way to discover the sharpness of his teeth. Though Denki feels bad because as soon as the skin brock Eijiro began to cry, sorry for hurting him. Denkis remembers Eijiro crying while promising.

“I'll never hurt you again, I’ll be the person who protects you, I promise.”

Kirishima kissed the hand where he just hurt his friend. This would become their way of pledging a promise to each other.

Another memory is the first time the two understood marriage. In about third grade Denki completely understood marriage, while Eijiro was a little behind, so Denki explained.

“So when you love someone and want to protect them you marry the=m so you can be together forever!”

“So we should be married!”

Eijiro suggested, trying to clarify but Denki wasn't sure Eijiro understood what he meant.

“I mean yeah, if you want, but you would be stuck with me, and we have to be adults. Oh, like our parents are married, you know how your mom feels for you mama, that's the feeling that means you should get married to a person.”

“I get it, and I feel that way with you, I want to become like my moms with you.”

Denki laughed, overjoyed with the idea.

“Me too, we just have to wait for us to grow older.’ “I can wait”

After that the two would propose to each other all the time, most of the time it would happen when one of them found a flower and tied it around the other's finger.

In the year before middle school, Eijiro tells Denki that his family is moving and he’ll still be close but he won’t be going to the same middle school. The two are both devastated that they won't be able to be together in middle school. When Eijiro tells Denki, Denki breaks down, overcome with many emotions, not knowing exactly why he cries and says words that he’s not even sure to make full sentences, but Eijiro understands.

“I love you too Denki, remember, I'm still going to be close enough to hang out on weekends, and in the future when we're married and heroes together this won’t matter anymore.”

The two never became an official couple, they were comfortable being together as whatever they were without a label. Denki became more confident in himself, along with flirtatious, he even began calling Eijiro names like babe or honey, he loved seeing the way Eijiros cheeks would change to match his eyes. Eijiro had a harder time with confidence in middle school but he never let Denki know that always avoid such questions.

Towards the end of middle school the two both agreed to try their best to get into U.A high, it was a dream for them to become heroes together, run an agency, and be married. Though Eijirou stopped talking about the marriage dream, Denki figured it was because he was more focused on becoming a hero first.

Later in the summer, the two learned that they were both accepted and that they were in the same class. It was all they could dream, this was their first real step toward being heroes. They trained together before school officials started, they got everything together.

One day, barely a week before their first day at U.A, Eijirou talked to Denki about their relationship.

“I think we should hide that we know each other.”

Denki agreed, he loved Eijiro and if this would make him more comfortable at their new school, he would do so.

“Okay, I promise”

Denki grabbed Eijirou’s hand lifting it to his lips, soft l kissing the back of his hand. Eijirou did the same after whispering a promise.

WHen Denki promised to pretend to be a stranger, he only thought about how it would make Eijiro more comfortable, he didn’t think about how it might make himself feel. And he really should have because he regretted it. It was clear that Eijiro was comfortable, more than comfortable with their new classmates. Denki watches as Eijiro becomes close with people, and though he is often included in that group, it feels distant. He feels like he’s back in a classroom, one before Eijiro showed up, and he played with his dinos as he watched groups of other kids playhouse together, acting like a family that loved each other. He hadn’t felt this way since he meant Eijiro, but for some reason, it had returned. And Denki had a feeling that it had to do with the other blonde in his new friend group.

Eventually, Denki was able to call Eijiro babe and other names that romantic couples would use. Everyone just pushed it off as Denki being a flirt, but in reality, it was nicknamed that Denki just couldn’t hold back anymore, names that he couldn’t wait to be true, names he would use when he had a ring on his finger and was married to the boy who played dinosaurs with him. Names that he hoped made Eijiro just as happy. And lastly, names that Denki hoped would bring Eijiro back to him.

Denki wasn’t as stupid as some people assumed, he saw the way his future husband looked at bakugou, he saw how the explosive blonde looked at the now redhead. They had the same look that Denki had for Eijiro, the same look that Eijirou used to look at Denki. But he told himself it wasn’t something to worry about, looking at the back of his hand, the hand that Eijiro kissed when he promised that they would be married, the hand that brought tears to the ruby eyes when he saw that he made his friend bleed, the same hand that Eijiro held when he was overwhelmed in situations, like before the entrance exam. The hand that was stained red for a week when he helped dye Eijiros hair, which is now his most notable feather but not to Denki, it will always be the eyes, no dye or contacts, could produce a prettier shade of red.

As much as Denki tried to ignore it, but as hard as he tried he saw everything, the lovey-dovey eyes that Eijiro and Bakugo had, the holding hands, sneaking off, to hanging out without the group. Late at night he could hear shuffling above him, until he heard knocks above him, not for him but knocks on Eijirou door, hard aggressive knocks that Denki memorized after the first time, Bakugos knock. Denki couldn’t even count the amount of time he was kicked out of Eijirou’s room, because Bakugo was coming over, on his hands. He noticed that his flirtatious names and comments no longer changed Eijiros cheeks to a bright red, while the simple words bakugou would yell had Eijiro covering his face, but Denki saw the blush on the tops of his best friend's ears. He saw as the red dinosaur that Eijiro had kept from first grade, the one that matched Denkis yellow one, lost its spot on Eijirou shelf, now replaced with an all might figure, Denki knew that it was one Bakugo gave to him and it hurt to know that he was being replaced in all forms.

It became too much to ignore, it constantly filled his thoughts, it filled all conversations as well. The pain hurt, and he kept telling himself that Eijiro loves him, that it was promised but he needs confirmation.

He texted “babe ♥ ” to meet him outside. He waited, feeling his pocket buzz but didn't check it, he watched the doors waiting to see the doors open. And when he did he saw the man he loved, the man he planned to marry, Eijiro still had that smile on his face that Denki couldn't help but swoon over, but then he saw and Eijiro turned around and held the door open, he looked happy and like he was joking with someone, then bakugou walked threw the door. Denki watched as they said goodbye and Eijiro ran over to Denki ad bakugou waited, leaned against the school wall”

“ Hey man what’s up”

“I just, I had a question for my baby”

Denki was extremely nervous but he used his best acting to hid i

“Go for it”

“Do you still love me”

“ of course I love you, that will never change”

Denki let himself breathe again

“You’re my best friend man, of course, I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, I want you to be the best man at my wedding, I want my children to think of you as an uncle. I know you've been feeling lonely recently but I promise you that I and others still love you”

Eijiro lifted Denkis hand and kissed it, Denki used the strongest dams he had to hold back his tears

“So I’ll be your best man, not the groom”

He laughs a little thinking that he was stupid for even asking

“ I mean yeah, I know that we joked about getting married but we were just kids, puppy love, am I right? We grow up and find real love?”

Denki watched as Eijiro turned to look at Bakugou. Denki saw love in Eijirou’s eyes love that was more than he ever saw in emojis eyes. Denki knew that he would never be the love that Eiji wanted or needed, the closest he would ever be would be a best friend, and as much as it hurt, it was better than nothing, so he nodded and said

“Yeah puppy love, I promise.”

Denki took Eijirou's hand and kissed it, Eijirou repeating after him.

“And this is kind of awkward but I think we should stop with this form of making promises, along with the babe nicknames. Katsuki can be a little jealous and I think we're going to get serious soon, he's asked me out on a date today, so I just think we should stop all our romantic habits.”

Denki nodded again

“Yeah I understand ba--Eijiro, go have fun”

Eijiro started to run back to bakugou while yelling

“Thanks, man, I love you”

When Denki knew Eijiro was too far to see the tears he let them fall, but it didn't matter because Eijirou wasn’t paying attention to the electric blonde, all his attention was on the explosive blonde. Falling to his knees when he realized that the ruby-eyed boy didn't even care, Denki’s voice was rough when he whispered.

“I love you to Eijiro”

As much as he wanted to say, babe, even if Eijirou was too far to hear, Denki would always respect and do anything to make Eijiro happy and comfortable.

#katsuki bakugo #eijirou kirishima #denki kaminari #unrequited love #bakukiri #kiribaku #kirikami #kamikiri #kirikami one sided #chill

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chrichri-chan-18-love · 3 years

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Siren’s flame. (Yandere Dabi x Reader)

He never expected to meet someone so... beautifull. He never expected to see something so magnificent after all the horror he had gone through.

He had been running away from a very pesky hero who simply wouldn’t die no matter how many times Dabi’s flame came close to deliver the finishing blow. He entered a house that had a ridiculously large pool. He took a better look at the house and he could tell, someone rich lived here.

But then his attention shifted as he saw movement under the water, he was about to attack when you emerged from the water, a part of you upper form was covered in golden scales, they covered part of your chest, shoulders and slowly growing in numbers and size as the lower half of your body resembled that of a fish. Your (e/c) eyes opening and gazing at the sky for a brief moment before you turned towards the edge of the pool, dragging your body off the water and waiting a bit, just enough for your skin to be somewhat dry, thus resulting in your tail vanishing and a pair of lovely, inviting legs to appear.

Dabi hid in the shadows as he watched you wrap a towel over you naked form, then you headed inside, leaving the villain alone and with a very painfull boner.

“Shit... now what?” He growled, he tried to hear of what was going on outside the house, it was silent... a perfect chance to escape and go back into the League’s base. However he wrote down the address of the house and took a good look around the area... after all he was planning to pay that little beauty a visit in the future.

You were a well known singer, thanks to your quirk. Your quirk was called “Siren” and it was really usefull at times. Like when people would get pushy with you and demand more things from you, all you had to do was use the right volume and their mind would become cloudy, turning them into mind slaves of some sort. Then there was your form once you entered water, it was something that would appear in magazings after a large amount of your flesh was covered by some garments.

Your house was luxurious, yet the area that you loved most was your pool, there you would strip bare naked, jump in and enjoy swimming without anyone to disturb you. And then, the notes began appearing, at first they were simple and a bit sweet.

“Your hair looks especially beautifull today.”

“Your eyes are brighter than the sun and the moon.”

“Hope your day is as perfect as you”

Soon, the notes were accompanied by small boxes, some had sea shells, others jewels that were mostly made of pearls, a small photo album for you to fill with pictures... you weren’t really worried about it. Maybe it was a fan, or a neighbor.

However, after a few weeks, they became invasive, creepy and scary. Making your blood run cold, your face pale and your heart beat faster in fear.

“I saw you swim in the pool again, your naked body makes me SO hard.”

“I want your moans to be as wonderfull as your singing when I claim that cunt of yours.”

“You shouldn’t hang out with that guy,babe. You don’t want to make me mad, right?”

Along with the notes, the gifts also began showing the fetish of the person sending them. Lingeries with dark colors and revealing patterns, short skirts, a bra made of sea shells along with a thin piece of fabric for your waist... but one time... it was that person’s seed, he had sent you his cum!

You were freaking out... but you didn’t know if involving the police was a smart idea, that person could be an experienced villain or maybe a police officer himself! You knew that you’d have to rely on your quirk to defend yourself... though it made you wonder, who was he?

Unfortunately, or fortunately for you... Dabi decided that the two of you should finally meet face to face... but he decided to surprise you... so, he waited until you had left for work before breaking inside your house for... well, even he didn’t remember anymore. He had entered this place so many times, he had eaten your food, taken a nap on your bed or couch, showered in your bathroom... and jerked off with your underwear more times than he could count. But, today would be special, his baby girl hadn’t gone to heroes or the police... so, she deserved a reward for being so good for him.

He coocked for you, not that he was an expert but he tried his best to make a tasty meal, he then waited patiently, taking a good look at the places where his gift had been placed. The jewelry were in a box on your dresser, the seashells were on display above your bed, the underwear and clothes he had gotten you were hidden in a box under your bed... he was pleased to see that you kept everything he had stolen for you.

When you did eventually return, you knew something was wrong. The second you opened your door and were greeted with the smell of food, you knew that your stalker was here... you took a deep breath, entered the house, hid the key and moved further inside. You looked over at your table and saw two plates of food, a bottle of wine, candles and a blue rose.

“Uh... I’m not sure how to react to that.” You said as you moved closer, the guy was either a sadist, the romantic type... or he was just messing with you.

“A simple “thank you” will be more than enough, babe.” A voice said from your left and you turned to face him. A normal person would have screamed upon seeing Dabi, either due to his reputation or his appearance. Yet you stood there, looking into his eyes and came closer... for some reason, the first thing that you said was.

“Your eyes are pretty, their color is so alive... they remind me of the sea.”

Dabi was surprised, he wasn’t exactly expecting that kind of reaction... but the fact that his baby girl was complimenting him was pleasant and endearing. He smirked and pulled you closer, looking at you with obsession written all over his face.

“Thanks babe, I like you too.” He said and then pressed his lips on yours, his hands grabbing your flesh with force and wondering around your body. Your first instict was too fight but knowing it’d be a bad idea, you answered his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Dabi of the League of Villains, correct?” You asked and Dabi smirked at you.

“The one and only, nice to finally meet you, love.” He said and you raised an eyebrow.

“You sent me your cum in a box, why?” You asked and Dabi was getting all the more interested in you... your reactions, your questions were so uncalled for. He loved it!

“So you can see what will be filling your cunt for the rest of your life, baby.” He said and you hummed, you thought about getting rid of him using your quirk... but something about him attracted you... so, until you discovered what that something was... you’d let him have his way.

“Dinner first, fun later.” You simply said and Dabi smiled at your compliance, he couldn’t have chosen a better match for him.

“Only if you sing for me later, love.”

“Deal.”

And with that he used his quirk to light the candles and led you to the table, in his mind, this was the beginning of an everlasting love. In yours, the starting point of a dangerous game. Would you grow to love him? Maybe. Would you let him have you? You would be forced to eventually. So you might as well make the most out of the situation you were in.

“Babe?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.” At those words you looked at him and smirked.

“I will say it after I get to know you better, alright?” You said and he thought that it was only fair.

“Alright, but you’re mine, never forget that.”

You chuckled, he was like a little kid... it was a kind of cute.

“Am I?”

Those two words... they sealed the door to a world filled with lust, fire, love and obsession... you just didn’t know it yet.

#yandere #toya todoroki #dabi #bnha #Female reader #siren reader #singer/model #fanfic #stalking #romance #soft dabi #stalker #voice quirk

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silverdecepticon93 · 4 years

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The Lantern Corps

Request: “oh!!! a yellow lanturn I did not expect that cause most people forget other colors exist. can i ask for a matchup of each lanturn color reader with a hero/villain?? witha few little hcs to match?”

This anon understands me, also, I just did the ones I understand, just to let you all know. I’ll also be using season 2 characters.

Green Lantern (Will):

“In Brightest day,

In Blackest night

Let those who worship evil’s might

Beware my power-

Green Lantern’s Light!”

I’m going to pair Tim with a Green Lantern s/o.

He’s got now powers but he’s still not afraid to fight the good fight and that really makes him your ideal s/o.

You can duplicate a Green Lantern Ring so Tim has actually used the power of the Green Lantern Ring before thanks to you.

“So, how do I do the cool energy construct thing?” He asked.

“You have to use your,” you did the rainbow thing from Spongebob, “you’re imagination!”

Forget Batman, you guys are the true Dynamic Duo.

You two also cover for each other. Like, if you need to charge your ring, Tim will use his smoke bombs so you can escape for a bit and charge up your ring.

If Tim’s mask is ripped off or something, you make a blinding green light so no one can see his identity.

He probably has a Green Lantern hoodie and you have a Robin one.

Gets bullied by Guy a lot because Guy’s sorta you’re big brother.

Yellow Lantern (Fear):

“In blackest day

In brightest night

Beware your fears

Made into light

Burn like my power

Sinestro’s might!”

Klarion, Klarion would have a Yellow Lantern s/o.

He can instill fear in not just people but also heroes and his chaos can create quite the hysteria.

Perfect for a fear-mongering Lantern like you.

“I love how perfect we are for each other!” He mused as you scared a group of people by creating a huge yellow monster.

You smiled back at him, “Well, Chaos and fear do go hand-in-hand, darling.”

Klarion helps fill in any weaknesses you have, like the recharge protocol, he’ll find a spell to extend your rings power.

As for a Blue Lantern, Klarion would kill them before they got the chance to get near you.

You have his back no matter what, using your ring to create a clone that’ll keep Teekl safe while the real you fights beside Klarion.

You can duplicate your ring for Klarion if you wanted to but...

Do you honestly think he needs that much more power?

Blue Lantern (Hope):

“In fearful day

In racing night

With strong hearts full

Our souls ignite

When all seems lost

In the War of Light

Look to the stars

for hope burns bright.”

I’d really like to see Guy Gardner with a Blue Lantern s/o.

Because together, you two power each other up, but you can also help soften that tough guy act he always has.

All Blue Lanterns are soft but badass little cinnamon rolls.

“I thought you guys weren’t strong without a Green Lantern?” Guy frowned as he flew next to you.

You stood over an unconscious Sinestro and smiled sweetly at your boyfriend, “I don’t need a ring to deck someone in the face.”

You’d have to be a pretty patient and witty person since Guy’s ego is kinda unbearable.

Especially if you’re dependent on having a Green Lantern to charge you up because he’s gonna tease you about being ‘useless’ or ‘wimpy’ but he means it in a loving way.

Still, he adores it when you use your powers and since he was a Blue Lantern himself, at some point, he understands that if you guys didn’t need a Green Lantern, you could be one hell of a Lantern.

When you two are fighting, you have a green bracelet that stands out form your blue outfit, and Guy has a blue bracelet that sticks out from his green uniform.

Enjoys dates where he can just fly around with you and you’d accompany him on his adventures in space.

Red Lantern (Rage):

“With blood and rage

Crimson red

Ripped from a corpse

So freshly dead

Together with our hellish hate

We’ll burn you all

This is your fate!”

Red lanterns, while they can sometimes be mindless rage-fueled beings, are actually just people who were wronged and are seeking vengance.

I feel like Conner would be best paired with a Red Lantern s/o, mostly because he can also level and understand what it’s like being rejected and hurt, that and you guys remember his temper form season 1, right?

Would very much be the only one that’s not intimidated by a Red Lantern s/o.

“Revenge is my only goal, so don’t even try to deter me from it, unless you really wanna see what my rage can do.” You growled.

He put his hand over yours, slightly confusing and flustering you, “But is it really worth it? You can’t change what happened in the past, so try to live in the present, with me.”

His s/o would be a little quick to anger so he’d have to reel them in when they get too hostile or aggressive.

People know better than to hurt Conner in front of you or else that ‘hellish hate’ you said in your oath? Yeah, they’re going to have to face that.

You also have mind-reading powers, thanks to the ring, so he’d have a private mind link with you that even Miss Martian or Psimon couldn’t intrude on.

He uses it to soothe you when he can’t be there and remind you that you’re a lot more than blood and bones.

Red Lanterns who go good can become Blue Lanterns but whether you choose to reject the blue ring or accept it, you can be assured Conner will love you either way.

Indigo Lantern (Compassion/Corruption):

“Following empty days

and the blackest nights

We follow after Natromo’s sight.

Guided by Abin Sur’s teaching right

May compassion lead you

With Indigo Light.”

Fucking Jaime would be perfect for you!

The Indigo ring of compassion is a parasitic ring so if your chosen, it doesn’t matter if you accept it or not, you are going to wield the ring.

Sound familiar? That’s Jaime and The Scarab’s situation.

“Guess we’re both in the same boat, huh?” You spoke in a light-hearted tone.

“yeah, well at least your ring doesn’t talk back to you.” He joked, although he glared bitterly at the Scarab.

Finds it really cool that you can understand him wether it’s in Spanish or in English.

However, there is a language only spoken by Indigo Lanterns but you helped teach Scarab how to translate it so you and Jaime can have conversations in this foreign language no one knows anything about.

He thinks you’re the Batman of the rings since you can’t be traced, at all, super fun when you sneak up on other Lanterns in the Justice League.

You’re also the John Constantine of the Lantern Corps since you can exorcise people, it’s never happened as far as Jaime knows, but he thinks it’s pretty cool.

Loves that you can force villains to feel bad about their actions, like, out of all the villains you two have faced, Klarion will always have the best reaction as he tries to figure out the guilt he was feeling.

Violet Lantern (Love):

“For hearts long lost

And full of fright

For those alone

In blackest night

Accept our rings

And join our fight

Love conquers all

With Violet Light.”

Icicle Jr. would be the ideal boyfriend for you!

As shown in the series, he may be a criminal, he’s also a hopeless romantic so I find it fitting that he has a Violet Lantern s/o.

He’s got a lot of love to give and he’d be a very loyal companion, so don’t be surprised if his admiration and feelings overwhelm your ring sometimes.

“What do you think about this one?” You asked as you altered your Star Sapphire uniform once again.

Icicle only gave you the typical love-sick look he had when he looks at you, “You look great in all of them, babe, I really can’t choose.”

Violet Lanterns have a crystallization power and Icicle likes to compare it to his cryokinesis, except the crystallization only effects people, and even planets.

If you’re ever in danger, your ring immediately teleports you to your love (Icicle) which he really likes and he also likes that you can teleport him to you if he’s ever in danger.

Wished he could’ve seen the look on Amanda Waller’s face when you teleported him out of Belle Reve with very little effort.

Would love it if you took him out for flights in the night sky and likes listening about all the adventures you’ve had in space.

A Violet Lantern would be perfect since he knows that you can be as far away as a different galaxy and you’d still come back to him, because he’s your true love.

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the benefits of fake dating | p.p.

summary: although incredibly annoying, flash thompson’s arrogance was just what you and peter needed.

warnings: some cussing, flash being an idiot, and 5K WORDS I POPPED OFF SO HARD

+ + +

"Flash, I don't know how you got into this school with that pea-sized, misogynistic brain of yours, but somehow it still leads you to think that you telling me how I feel is attractive. Just fuck off, please," you sigh, shutting your locker with a bang.

"Alright, for now," the boy says, smug smirk on his face. "although I know you're just denying your undying love for me. I'll wait."

Your eyebrows furrow. "Did you not hear a single word I just said?"

"Nope," a new voice pops in and you turn to see Peter, words and expression monotonous as he stares at Flash.

"Aw, and the protector swoops in to save the day. Aren't you two a cute couple?"

"Oh-" the two of you blurt at the same time.

"We're not-"

"a couple," Peter finishes for you, roses blooming on you guys' cheeks.

"It's the only explanation for little Y/N's 'disinterest'. See you later, babe," Flash nods, walking off with a wink that only bewilders you more. You and Peter look at each other.

"Did he just call me babe?"

"Apparently," Peter shrugs.

Peter should be in theatre considering the acting he does around you. It enrages him to see such a jackass bother you constantly, and the pet names only make him even angrier. If it wouldn't ruin his hero image, he'd totally wipe Flash out during one of his patrols.

"I swear, that kid makes me question things I shouldn't have to even worry about. For example, why isn't part of the requirements for getting into this school common sense?" you ask, shaking your head.

"No clue," Peter sighs. "Sorry to cut this off, but I gotta go to-"

"Physics now, yup. See you later, shithead." you nod, shoving him the other way, laughing as he almost crashes into the cheerleaders.

You resume your way to AP Calc, letting your mind inevitably fall back into your conversation with Flash. Every freaking time Peter steps in, he immediately calls him your boyfriend. But, honestly, the thought of that didn't sound too bad.

+ + +

"MJ, you're not helping."

"All I'm saying is: you tell Flash he's your boyfriend, he leaves you alone. In addition, dating Parker doesn't seem so bad, especially to you, right?"

"MJ!" you groan, falling back onto the pillows of your bed. "It's fake dating. It's not like we'd..."

You suck in a breath.

"It's not like we'd actually date."

"Yeah," she scoffs, "tell that to the prolonged hesitation in the middle of that sentence."

Goosebumps ran across your skin at the gust of cool midnight air that rushed through your window, but you didn't bother close it. You were too comfortable.

"Whatever, MJ. I'm just saying, if Flash and the rest of the school thought we were dating, not only would that jackass leave us alone, but everyone else would. And maybe even Tony and the rest of the team."

And it was at that point that Peter, donned in his Spider Suit, landed on your fire escape. You didn't notice though, too preoccupied in your conversation with MJ to change your focus. He peeked through the window, the words "fake dating" immediately making him spin around against the brick wall, telling Karen to project your conversation to him.

"Imagine having the Avengers ship you with your partner in crime. Couldn't be me."

"MJ," you groan, "It's not like they actually think Peter and I like each other."

The boy's eyes widen.

"They just saw the opportunity and took it. We're each other's age and work well together. Seems like an easy target to me. Plus, they were probably getting tired of making fun of Nat and Bruce," you explain.

A small pain rips through Peter's heart. Even though he didn't act like it, he loved the way everyone acted like they were dating. It made him feel like it was real.

"Whatever you need to tell yourself to get you to believe it, Y/N. But seriously, I don't see anything bad coming out of a fake relationship with Peter Parker," MJ states. You can practically see her shrugging smugly right now.

"Well," you say, firing up, "something bad that could come out of a fake relationship with Peter Parker-"

The poor boy outside, already looking stupid and stalker-ish, becomes even more flustered.

"- is that I could lose control of the feelings I already have, MJ. Do you realize how much that would mess up our friendship?"

Your words sting like icy-hot. On one hand, it sucks to Peter that you sound totally opposed to a relationship with him, but on the other hand, he's now 99% sure that you like him too.

He couldn't bare standing there any more. He swung home, all-consumed by his thoughts.

It would be a long night for Peter Parker.

+ + +

The bags underneath Peter's eyes were enough of an example of his insomnia last night. As if his brain didn't already love to overthink, the conversation he eavesdropped last night was enough to send him into overdrive, going over possibilities, how the two of you'd act, and just the very concept of fake dating itself.

Little did he notice, you shared the same look of under-eye bags (which you failed to cover with concealer), kept up by the same conversation.

The two of you were, obliviously, on the same page. You both thought that it was a pretty smart solution to the dilemma, but both were terrified of confrontation.

For being Avengers, the two of you sure were cowards when it came to love.

The school day passed quickly and slowly at the same time, the two of you fighting to stay awake as your history teacher rambled on and on about the Sokovia Accords. It was a Thursday, so the two of you kept your weekly plans to hangout at Peter's after school to study and just hangout. Needless to say, you two almost failed to miss your stop on the subway due to your sleep deprivation.

You enter the apartment, immediately greeted by May.

"Hi, you two," she smiles, grabbing her keys off the counter and swinging her purse over her shoulder as she talks. "I have a shift in a few minutes, so you'll be on your own, but I trust you."

"Thanks," you smile.

"Of cour-" she frowns. "Y/N, did you sleep at all last night?"

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks and cringe. "What? Oh, yeah, I did, I'm just... stressed, is all."

"Okay.." she eyes you, half-playful, half-serious.

"She's fine, May," Peter nods, which eventually eases the woman.

"Okay, fine. Don't keep her here too long, Peter, you both need some rest."

You give him a look and the two of you say goodbye to her before you go to his room. You eye him closely.

"Peter!"

He jumps. "Goodness, what?"

"Why do you have bags under your eyes?" you furrow your brows.

"I should be asking you the same thing," he huffs.

His attitude catches you off guard. "I asked first," you retort.

"Okay, okay, fine. I couldn't sleep."

Well, that was slightly underwhelming. "Why not?"

"I was... thinking about stuff," Peter shrugs. "not that big a deal."

"What stuff?"

A sigh of exhaustion and desperation falls from his lips as he shuffles through his bag, not looking for anything in particular, but rather a distraction. You clear your throat and hear his breath hitch.

"Do you want to date?"

Whoa there.

...

What the fuck?

The breath catches in your throat before your voices finally regains itself, a bit louder than you meant it to be. "What?!"

"No-" he sputters, eyes wide, "Like, fake date."

By some force of nature, his correction of fake dating surprises you more than just straight-up asking you to date him. Your mind becomes invaded by thoughts; questions about how he thought of that and oh shoot did he hear me last night? You sit down on his bed.

Silence fills the room that sends Peter into a thought spiral similar to your own, just about to make him break into a nervous sweat before you pipe up.

"Did you hear me last night?"

His chocolate eyes widen.

"You heard my call with MJ, didn't you?"

"How.. how would I even do that?" he stutters, rubbing the back of his neck with the hint of a crooked smile. You give him a look and he sighs. "Okay... maybe when I was on my way home from patrol I stopped on your fire escape, and maybe when I was about to come in through the window I heard you say my name, and just maybe that made me hide and listen to the rest of your conversation. And maybe I got Karen to hack into the call so I could hear it."

You shoot up from his bed excitedly, "Gotcha!"

"Whatever," he jumps back, startled, but with a smile.

You raise an eyebrow at him and plop back down on the bed, letting your back fall against the mattress. Peter marvels at how your hair is sprawled across the mattress before he, too, lays down next to you with a thud, making you laugh.

"So, fake dating, huh?" you tease.

"You're the one who came up with the idea in the first place!" he scoffs. A huff falls from your lips and Peter looks over at you. "Do you actually wanna do this?"

You shift your head to look at him. You feel that familiar feeling of the tingling in your stomach; the butterflies fluttering, the fireworks going off. Still, you hide it. "Eh, why not?"

The two of you sit up on the bed, legs criss-crossed and your foreheads less than a foot apart. Words began to fill the air as the two of you devised an intricate plan to fool everyone- well, except for MJ. And maybe May.

You came up with a set of rules:

1. No exposing yourselves to the public (duh) 2. Make it seem AUTHENTIC (hand-holding, nick-names, kisses on the cheek) 3. Go to and from school together 4. ONLY kiss on the lips if put under pressure and make it QUICK! 5. Love letters (????)

These were all scribbled on a scrap piece of paper from your journal, donned in your messy yet legible handwriting.

The whole process of coming up with this was a bit weird for the two of you. On one hand, you were super awkward with romance; your dream relationship was one where you could make fun of each other and laugh at rom-coms. On the other hand, as much as he hated to admit it, Peter Parker was a hopeless romantic. He wanted to be able to show you off and make you smile. Hence, rule #5.

He'd seen Instagram posts with clips of To All The Boys I've Loved Before. And, although he knew that movie didn't make sense to you, he found the idea of writing you love letters every day an incredibly good tactic to get you to fall in love with him.

Because, let's be honest, a huge reason that he was doing this was in hopes that just maybe the two of you would actually date. For real.

Little did he know, you felt the exact same way.

With a sigh, you folded up the scrap paper and handed it to him, getting a puzzled look in return.

"What?" you ask. "If anything, you're the one who's gonna mess up about this."

He perks up, an offended look painted on his face. "How would I possibly do that?"

"I don't know, you'd probably accidentally let it slip that this isn't real-"

Ouch.

"- or go too far with it. I've seen the look in your eyes whenever we watch rom-coms, Petey." you raise an eyebrow.

Jeez. Not only did you hit him with the already incredibly enforced friendzone (again), but you called him out for his love of rom-coms and called him Petey, a nickname that pulled at his heartstrings every time.

Guess he'd be hearing that name a lot more now.

He scoffs and shakes his head. "Whatever."

The paper crinkles as he unfolds it, scanning over the list one more time.

2. Make it seem AUTHENTIC

Hmm.

"Y/N?"

You hum.

"How are we gonna make it seem authentic if you can't even hear the word 'babe' without making a face?" he asks.

"Yeah, that's a good question. Maybe we should... practice?"

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you cringe. A crooked, smug grin tugs at Peter's lips and you scold him, only getting a boyish laugh in return before he pounces onto you, teasing you with lovey-dovey words and tickling you.

"PETER I WILL NOT HESITATE TO SEND A POWER BLAST RIGHT INTO YOUR CHEST RIGHT NOW!"

Your words make him freeze and he hovers above you, chocolate curls hanging over his forehead as the two of you pant, slight smiles on your lips. You raise a brow.

There go the butterflies again.

Peter's eyes light up and he plops down beside you, beginning to wrap his arms around you. You slap his wrist.

"What?" he asks accusingly.

"I should be the one asking that! What do you think you're doing?" you question, slightly bewildered.

"Jeez, Y/N, I'm trying to cuddle with you."

His blunt words practically knock the air out of your lungs, but you and your stubbornness refuse to let that happen. You relax slightly at way his eyes give you a look of "just let me do this" and you give him a small sigh and nod of approval.

Peter tries to hide his happiness and content as he turns onto his side, turning you with him. His arms wrap around your waist gently and pull your back to his stomach, lacing your fingers together.

As much as you hated to admit it, this was nice.

And it was especially nice when you felt him bury his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a relaxed sigh.

A few minutes pass and you lay there, eyelids getting heavier by the second.

"Pete?"

He hums.

"Are we supposed to fall asleep?"

He shifts, opening his eyes drearily. "Yeah, that's kinda the point."

"Alright, dumbass, I was just checking," you say with a smile, pausing for a moment. "Okay, my turn."

Peter furrows his brows at your words before he feels you shift in his arms, turning to face him and settling into his chest. He lets out a soft hum that makes you scrunch your face with a smile, feeling him pull you closer and entangle his legs with yours.

So, who's the one that made Peter Parker a god at cuddling?

You ignore your thoughts and eventually let sleep pull you in, relaxed by the soft breaths of the boy you were so close to- not just as best friends, but now physically.

When May got home late that night, she walked into her nephew's room to catch the sight of you two, having to slap a hand over her mouth to keep from letting out an excited yelp.

Naturally, she left the room with at least fifty pictures of the two of you.

+ + +

Despite the deepest sleep you two had ever had, your restfulness was broken within a split second by the piercing noise of Peter's alarm. You shoot up, eyes wide, only to be dragged back down by Peter's strong grip.

"Peter!" you yell.

"What?" he muffles into your hair, pulling you closer.

No time to fall into that. No matter how hard you want to.

"It's morning!" you exclaim, finally receiving the reaction you expected.

The boy practically flies up, expression matching yours. His eyes shift over to the clock, which, although inanimate, makes him jump out of the bed and begin hunting around his room.

"May!" he yells.

You snatch your bag and begin rummaging through it for your phone when Peter's door busts open, a very tired-looking May appearing in the doorway.

"Peter, what is it?" she pants, messy hair correlating with her exasperated expression.

"You let us fall asleep!" he exclaims, running his fingers through his hair.

Which- not that you notice- somehow looks even better in the morning. You completely ignore how its normally styled chocolate curls have gone wild and how it makes him even more attractive to you.

Yup. Totally ignored.

"Oh, honey," May sighs, a tired smile pulling at the corners of her mouth, "I called Y/N's mom last night to let her know she was sleeping over. I couldn't stand to wake you two up, especially considering the position you were in."

You whirl around to look at her, cheeks bright red as she wiggles her eyebrows playfully.

"May," Peter groans.

She laughs. "Not sorry!"

The door shuts and you two let out a collective sigh. You begin putting your bag together, feeling a bit out of place. The sounds of ruffling in the background makes you furrow your eyebrows.

"Pete, what are you doing?"

"Oh, uh," he turns from his dresser, shirt in hand. "I didn't think you'd want to go to school in the same stuff you wore yesterday."

Your breath hitches as he tosses you a t-shirt with a science pun on it. Classic.

You hum, smirking.

"Thanks, babe."

His expression is priceless.

"What? Might as well get practicing now," you shrug innocently.

Peter lets out a small laugh and the two of you resume with your routine, leaving the apartment with lunches from May and intertwined hands.

And, in addition, a sweatshirt from Peter that smelled just like him.

The two of you walk to school, sharing headphones and getting mildly surprised looks from the other daily commuters on the subway, surely pondering about how the quiet schoolboy from Queens was holding hands with a new mystery girl.

The looks only amplify once the two of you step onto campus.

Your hands are sweaty, fingers having been locked together for a solid twenty to thirty minutes. Still, it's easy to ignore when suddenly you're getting looks from mutual classmates whose gazes now have a weird magnetic pull to your hands. The two of you are mere inches away from your locker before MJ veers in front of you, smirking and clearly satisfied.

"Looks like the idiots finally got their heads out of their asses," she smiles.

"Michelle."

Her eyebrows raise in (impressed) surprise. You never call her Michelle.

"Fine, whatever, I know what's up," she shrugs.

Peter squeezes your hand reassuringly, a silent message of "everything's okay."

"However-"

Oh boy.

"Let's not waste time pretending you both don't want this to be real."

"MJ-" Peter blurts, pleading in his voice.

Right in time for Flash Thompson to enter the scene. Both MJ and Peter can practically hear your annoyed groan at his presence.

"I'll take that as my leave," the curly-haired girl winks before she beelines the other way.

"And that'll be my entrance," Flash smirks. "Parker, I see you've taken the whole protection thing up another notch?"

You practically feel the boy next to you puff his chest up in pride (whether it was fake or not was beyond you). "Well, as her- um- boyfriend, I'm pretty sure it would be a problem if I didn't stand up for Y/N."

You look up at him, smirk on your face. Maybe you were a little peeved at the idea of having to have a boy stand up for you, but you'd let it slide in this situation.

"Boyfriend, huh?" Flash asks, a hint of confusion written in his expression that you pick up on immediately.

"Boyfriend," you nod firmly.

God, if you and Peter were alone right now you'd totally intimidate him to get rid of his rising ego.

"Well then. If the two of you are dating, why don't you kiss her, Parker?"

Or Flash can do that for you.

You look over to see his cheeks bright red. He stutters for a second before Flash raises an eyebrow, prompting Peter to lean over and plant a quick kiss on your cheek.

There.

"On the lips, dumbass."

Nevermind.

"I... uh," Peter chokes out. He's not the only flustered one anymore.

"Oh, don't be a wuss, Parker. Just give Y/N a kiss or I'll do it," Flash smirks.

Whoa there, bud.

You squeeze Peter's hand both anxiously and reassuringly, frantically trying to silently tell him to just do it. Thankfully, he gets the message, taking a deep breath and turning to face you, fingers still loosely intertwined. You give him a slight nod and he slowly leans down, minty breath lightly fanning over your lips before a loud yell erupts in the hallway, making you two jump, as well as everyone around you.

"Eugene Thompson!"

You two, free-handed (which feels refreshing), look up to see Principal Morita speeding over to the boy in front of you.

"You're coming with me," he mutters angrily, grabbing a spluttering Flash by the wrist and dragging him down the hallway.

Grateful smiles bloom on you and Peter's faces and you laugh, resting your head on his chest.

"This isn't the end of this!" Flash shouts, pointing back at you two.

"Yeah, okay, Flash!" Peter yells back, donning a boyish grin. He speaks again, whispering, "What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know," you mutter, resting your head on his shoulder and smiling as he wraps his arms around you softly. "Jeez, cuddlebug."

Peter's face burns at the nickname, but he smiles, drawing circles on your back with his thumb.

"Whatever," he murmurs. "We're definitely not bad at PDA, though."

He got that right.

+ + +

You had everyone fooled.

The news spread quick, to both the school and the Avengers team.

You and Peter became relationship experts, holding hands in the hall, giving the other occasional cheek kisses, following all the rules you two had layed out.

Essentially, you both were living out your dream relationship.

You'd both be lying if you said you weren't trying to somehow make the other fall in love in hopes that the relationship would turn into a real one. You both went the extra mile- in your own ways. You'd make sure to give him plenty of kisses on the cheek- which he'd return- and call him Petey, all while wearing his clothes and using TikTok videos to guide your way (hehe). Peter would take extra thought into every word he wrote in his love letters and made sure to keep them interesting, writing them on leftover bags, old notes, or gum wrappers.

You open your locker, alone for the first time today after spending every second possible with Peter and talking to friends about your "relationship." A small, folded piece of notebook paper flutters to the ground and your face lights up, realizing it was your first letter from Peter. You unfold the paper with a smirk on your face.

"My favorite element is Uranium because I'm in love with U.

- Peter ;)"

The air in your lungs flies out. Of course he'd use a nerdy pickup line, but god, if it didn't make your stomach flutter.

"Hey."

You spin around.

"Speak of the devil," you say, waving the paper in the air.

He lightly smiles. "Was it good?"

"Are you made of Copper and Tellurium? 'Cause you're Cu-Te," you respond, getting a confused look from Peter before he's struck with realization.

"Nice."

"I know."

It almost made you want to write notes to him, but you'd figure you'd find a better idea rather than steal his.

The two of you walked into the Avengers Headquarters, fingers intertwined (as always).

"Well, well, well," Sam says, shifting his gaze from the TV over to the two of you.

The group was split in half when you and Peter announced the "news" about your relationship. One half was immediately ecstatic, running up to you with bright smiles on their faces and asking hurriedly about details. Opposingly, the other half didn't buy it one bit. When they heard the news, they gave each other wary looks and analyzed the two of you.

"Hi, guys," Peter greets, giving your hand a slight squeeze of anticipation.

"What on Earth-"

Tony is cut off by the sound of squeals from Wanda, Bucky, and Bruce, the group eagerly running to you with the biggest smiles you'd ever seen.

"FINALLY!" Scott yells as he runs down the stairs, ice cream covering his mouth and bowl still in hand.

It was a bumpy road.

You lay on your stomach, working on a physics worksheet, nearly falling off the bed when you heard a knock at your window. You raise your head to see Spider-Man gazing in. A sigh falls from your mouth as you roll off the mattress, stumbling over to the window and sliding it open.

"Peter, what are you doing here?" you yawn, falling back onto your bed and nearly crushing all of your papers.

He pulls off his mask. "Why are you so tired?"

"Pete, it's nearly one in the morning."

"Oh," he says quietly. Late nights never got to him.

You close your eyes. "Why are you here, again?"

"Well.. I uh," he hesitates. You grumble and he continues. "I was thinking about this whole relationship thing and it's authenticity and I don't know I kinda missed you and I was thinking maybe we could cuddle just cause it might help with the chemistry and stuff you know-"

"Just get in bed, Peter."

He shuts his mouth immediately, hesitating before piling your papers and neatly placing your things on your desk. Then he looks down at himself.

"Do you by chance have any-"

"Top drawer."

He pulls open the drawer to see a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt you'd stolen from him a few weeks ago. A smile pulls at the corners of his mouth at the knowledge that you'd worn these and kept them. He glances at you before pressing the spider at the center of his chest, feeling the suit loosen and fall to his feet.

You open your eyes.

Of course, you and Peter had seen each other in just underwear; you'd known each other for ages. But it was different now.

Your eyes scanned over his body, just donned in a pair of plaid briefs as he dressed himself. You look away as he turns around, clothed.

The boy then walks to you, picking you up lightly and adjusting you on the bed, pulling the covers and sliding underneath them behind you. You let out a sigh of relief, easing into him and letting sleep overcome you.

+ + +

You should've seen it coming.

Sure, you did, but you never acknowledged it. Your subconscious was playing a manipulative game and you desperately wished to have a talk with it.

You were in love with Peter Parker.

It was known well within you, but you'd never fully registered it until now, here, in the middle of a training session.

Heavy breaths flew out of you as you panted, sweat dripping off of your forehead. Peter stood a few feet away from you, in fighting stance, panting and sweating just how you were. His front curls were getting soaked in sweat, hanging over his forehead as he bounced on his feet. You couldn't help but let your mind get pulled away from your session and towards the fact that he looks so incredibly hot right now.

And then you got angry.

It made you mad that you'd held these emotions in for so long. You'd loved Peter your whole life and never once thought about making a move. It was stupid.

You didn't even give him the nod you normally do, throwing a punch and just barely skimming him in the gut. His eyes widened.

"Jeez, Y/N! You know I have fast reflexes, but that doesn't mean you ignore the signal," he pants, exasperated.

Your hard gaze meets his soft one for a split second before you begin laying it on him, the hardest the two of you had ever sparred. The poor boy was trying to talk to you the whole time, letting out pleads between his pants of desperation, trying to get you to calm down.

"Wow, you two really like getting at it, don't you."

You pull back, snapping your head over at Sam, open door behind him and smirk on his face.

Peter stops. "Uh, now's not a good ti-"

"Get out, Wilson, or I'll shove my finger up your nose so hard that-"

"Okay, okay, jeez," Sam smiles, walking out and shutting the door behind him.

An exhausted huff falls from Peter's lips as he looks at you.

"Y/N," he pleads, "what's wrong?"

You shake your head, entering fighting stance again. He sighs, doing the same before you resume your session, taking a swing at him and barely missing.

"What's wrong," you huff, knocking him out from underneath and pinning him to the ground. "is that I'm in love with you, dumbass."

His eyes widen. You let out a sigh, relief and sympathy immediately washing over you. You look down at yourself, practically straddling the boy on the ground.

And then he flips you around, hands on opposite sides of your head and his breath fanning over your face. He has a soft look, mixed with exhaustion and what seems to be relief and joy. Finally.

Peter Parker smiles, tilts his head down, and lays his lips on yours.

Fake relationship my ass.

+ + +

goodness gracious that took so long to write

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daedae127 · 4 years

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Help me; Bang Chan

a/n:

alright, this is actually the first time I've written an x-reader, and I wrote it in one sitting at 2 am lol. Just a reminder, this isn't edited because I'm a lazy person. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, anon.

Warnings: mentions of blood, a little bit of a steamy scene (it lasts for like two seconds), and swearing.

Bang Chan x Gender-neutral reader

You sighed, stepping into your apartment and taking off your boots. The mask was next, and you rubbed at your eyes. It really was exhausting being a super villain, you thought. Your muscles ached, and all you wanted to do was soak in a steaming bath and sleep. You were about to do just that, when your stomach growled loudly. You groaned.

I should’ve had something other than a breakfast bar this morning.

You headed to the kitchen, deciding to make something simple, like ramen, so you could just sleep. You filled the kettle with water and placed it on the stove, turning the burner to high. While the water was heating up, you started to unzip the skintight suit all super heros and villains wore for some reason. They were honestly such a pain, and you’d rather go around causing havoc in drawstring pants and t-shirts, but hey. You didn’t make the rules.

A loud crack startled you, causing you to drop the package of ramen you were holding. You cursed. The weather had been extra shitty that day, and just when you thought it was starting to clear up, it got worse. Great. The kettle started to whistle loudly, and you quickly turned the burner off and poured the boiling water into the ramen. It would take awhile to cool, so you headed to the bedroom to get more comfortable clothes on.

You finished stripping out of your suit, hanging it in the very back of the closet. Just as you were pulling on a pair of sweatpants there was a loud crash from outside. It sounded like it was on the balcolny. You sighed heavily, and peeked out of the window to see what it was.

Oh shit.

There was a tall figure slumped against the door, and they were obviously hurt. Blood was dripping down their face, and fuck. It was Chan. Your supposed arch nemesis, who you definitely didn't have a crush on. You just thought it was fun to tease him. It so wasn't fair that he still looked hot, even when covered in blood-

Shit. He was covered in blood. How the hell did that happen?

You quickly opened the screen door, because even if he was technically your enemy, you didn't want him dead. Chan moaned softly, and you barely caught him when he went down, promptly passing out.

"Seriously? You show up and ruin my carpet, and then faint and leave me to drag you inside?" You shook your head, trying to convince yourself that you weren't worried, it would just be boring if something were to happen to Chan.

•••

Oh, who were you kidding, you were worried sick. It had been about three hours since Chan fainted, and he was still out cold. You had given him a towel bath, getting as much blood off of him as you could. You'd also had to give him stitches in a few places on his torso.

You also left his mask on, because while you wanted to know his identity, you didn't believe is playing this dirty.

Now he was tucked in your bed, warming up and wearing one of your old shirts. Why did the guy have to be that toned, jeez. It wasn't fair, you decided, especially when you were trying your best to ignore the feelings blooming in your heart.

You sat down beside Chan, studying him while he slept. You wished circumstances were different. Maybe if he were a villain, or, God forbid, you were a hero, it could work out.

You sighed, reaching for your mask incase he actually did wake up. You tied it nice and tight, and while you were definitely going to have marks on your face for days, you'd rather him not know who you were.

You looked over to him, wondering if you should tie him up, but quickly decided against the idea. It would only injure him further, and that was the last thing you wanted.

"Do I sleep, or do I stay up and watch you. I do have to make sure you don't like, kill me or anything..." You stopped. "Jeez, why am I even talking to you. You can't even hear me."

You flopped down, pulling up a blanket over your chin. "I'm going to trust you. Probably not smart, but I'm exhausted. I have a regular job, you know, and it was a shitty day, so please go easy on me."

And with that, you fell asleep, not noticing Chan's eyes watching as you did so.

•••

When you woke, it took you a few minutes to realize what position you were in. When you finally did, you cursed as loudly as possible. "What the actual fuck Chan, I saved your damn ass and this is how you repay me? By tying me up on my own bed?" There was no response.

You groaned, testing out how strong the ropes around your wrists were, before noticing that your mask was still intact. Well, you supposed, at least he had enough decency to keep this on.

It was slightly surprising, but you chose not to linger on the subject for too long.

It was then you noticed Chan leaning heavily against the doorframe, looking wary. "Well, well, well," you drawled, "I see that you're very appreciative of my help. You would be dead if I hadn't seen you on my balcony."

Chan rolled his eyes under his mask. "You were the closest person I could think of. That doesn't mean I trust you though."

You shivered, closing your eyes. Why did he have to be so... so perfect, and hot, and-

And let's not forget that fact that he tied you up. "You know Chan, I would have gladly agreed to be tied up for you, all you had to do was ask,"

Chan shook his head, sighing. "Be quiet, please. My head is pounding."

You groaned. "Release me. I took you in, didn't I? I'm not going to try anything funny, I promise. Please Chan, the ropes are way too tight, and even though I like to tease I won't try anything. I'm losing feeling in my hands."

It wasn't a lie, your hands were getting a bit numb. On a normal day you'd continue to tease and mock him, but you were just too tired. Chan seemed to sense that, and he slowly nodded. "...fine. But mark my words, if you try anything you'll regret it."

You nodded quickly, flopping your legs around. "Just let me go, damnit."

He limped to the side of the bed, and carefully unknotted the ropes, letting them fall to the floor. You looked up at him. "Thank you. Now, care to explain why you showed up here in the middle of the night covered in blood? Actually, how do you even know where I live... I thought I was discreet."

Chan let out a small chuckle. "Stop pouting, it's a bad look on you," he ignored the indignant sounds you let out, and sat on the bed. "and it's really none of your business, ___."

"You made it my business when you ruined my carpet, jackass. And you didn't answer my question. How do you know where I live?" You were starting to get a little annoyed with him.

Chan shrugged, then winced. You had to restrain yourself from asking if he was okay, if he needed anything, if he wanted you to kiss him better. Wait no, that’s not right. You didn’t like him, and that was the end of it.

“I have my ways. Besides, I’m actually pretty sure I know who you are.”

Wait, what?

“You work at a children’s hospital, don’t you?”

Shit, he’s onto you.

“I don’t even know where the damn children’s hospital is, Chan. Also, I don’t have the time to carry out my ‘evil deeds’ and take care of-” you forced your face to scrunch up in disgust, “kids.” There, that should take care of that.

But of course it wasn’t that simple.

You yelped as Chan suddenly pushed you onto your back, head banging into the wall behind you. “What the fuck mate, I thought we had a truce or something-” Chan rolled his eyes so far back into his head, you were momentarily worried that they’d get stuck. Sadly they didn’t, and as always he had a sassy comeback. “You know, ___, you’re a really bad liar. Especially when you’re flustered.”

Well Damn. He was fighting dirty, but two could play that game.

“Oh come on,” you murmured, rolling your hips up to meet his. His cheeks turned a pretty pink, but he stayed unmoving over you. Ouch, that really had to hurt with all of his wounds. “I don’t think I’m the flustered one here, babe.”

Chan scoffed. “If only you could see your own face.”

Oh fuck, why did he have to have such a sexy voice.

You looked away, trying to get your thoughts in order. You were surprised when he took hold of your jaw gently, so that you were looking him in the eyes. Chan smiled. “___... can I kiss you?”

You stuttered. "Chan...I want this. More than you could ever know, but..." You shook your head. "We don't even know each other. I can't just hook up with you and pretend it didn't happen."

Chan looked confused, and you wanted to cry. Of course he didn't understand, he didn't feel any kind of romantic feelings towards you. You gently pushed on his chest, and he moved to lay beside you.

You were surprised when Chan spoke.

"My real name is Christopher. I mean, I like to go by Chan with my friends in Korea, but Chris is my real name. Apart from making your crime life difficult, I'm a producer for a small company."

What. The. Fuck.

Chan, (Chris?) just fucking told you who he was. You could easily out him to the whole world, telling people that their favorite hero was a part time producer. They would probably find that charming.

But you wouldn't. And he knew that. That's why he told you.

"Well?" he teased, "are you going to tell me who you are?" When you hesitated, he spoke again. "You don't have to, you know. But seriously, please don't tell anyone. I'm trusting you with a lot here. I want this to work."

You nodded slowly. "I.. I'm ___ Lee." He looked at you with a weird look. "I know I know, not the most discreet name, but it was all I could think of!" Chan laughed and you pouted, turning away from him. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back to him.

"I swear to god Chan, if you hurt yourself more I will personally drag you out of my apartment."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

Chan just laughed again, and you rolled your eyes, holding back a smile. You turned ro face him, hesitating just a moment, then reached behind you and took off the mask covering your face. Chan's eyes widened, but he hurried to do the same.

With the mask off he looked...well, he looked just as you'd always imagined. Not that you had imagined this situation, of course not, but it was so...nice.

You looked at each other for a few moments, just taking it all in. Then, Chan moved forward and kissed you softly. You kissed back, placing a hand on his cheek. When he pulled back, you whined, reaching to pull him in again. Chan shook his head, laughing quietly. "You're so impatient. Let me at least take you out first,"

You stuttered. "I wasn't- I just wanted another kiss, jackass."

He laughed again, his eyes full of mischief. "I'm just teasing you...but really, I want to take you out. I want to get to know you, and we can figure out the rest later."

"I...I want to know you too." You snorted. "This is so unethical, you know that right?"

Chan grinned. "What did I say. We'll figure it out later. Right now I just want to kiss you again."

You rolled your eyes, leaning in. "You should rest. I had to give you a few stitches, and I don't want those to break, if they haven't already."

He nodded. "Yes dear, whatever you say, dear."

"Oh, fuck all the way off."

You sighed contentedly, snuggling close to him. You could definitely get used to this.

《End》

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herstarburststories · 5 years

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You left me ✘ Barry Allen Imagine ✘

✘ A/N: I'm not even gonna talk about my delay because y'all know me. School's last year is busyyyy. Also, angstttt. Tbh I do not consider this one too much angst. But well. I'm having seconds thoughts about the result but let's see it!

Beta: @lyss-91.

CHECK MY MASTERLIST (bio).

✘ Request: Can you do a Barry Allen X reader and Barry comes home from work and Y/N is gone because she got powers and she couldnt control them so she Avoided Him bc she didnt want to hurt him.

3 HOURS AGO

You looked around with a helpless smile. Every molecule of your body aching, trying to make yourself stop at that exact spot in the middle of the room and wait for him, not just walk through the door and run away.

But you knew that this was the closest act of doing the right thing you would ever do. It wasn't your wish to leave, it was an altruistic need.

You held the piece of paper with her trembling hands while stared at your unique calligraphy in the tough words written there. A single cold tear slipped down your cheek, landing on the letter; proof that it hurt as much as you'd demonstrate into words.

You sniffed and shook your head, pushing these feelings away from your rationality. Doing this was necessary.

Your scarlet boots echoed on the wooden floor as you walked toward the door.

A thump, the door closed.

And there was no love left inside the apartment.

×××

CURRENT TIME

Dear Barry,

No. That could not be happening. It wasn't possible, not even an imaginary option. Someone had tampered with this, right? He was a forensic scientist, he could grab it, take it to the lab and-

Oh Jesus. That’s so cliché, huh? Dear and blah, blah, blah. Not exactly my cup of tea - I always wanted to say that-, the only romantic cliché that I ever experiencied was those annoying butterflies in my stomach everytime you touched my skin.

No, that wit sugary could not be simulated. It was you, his girl.

See? I mean, read? You, even when not by my side, make me act like a chick-flick romance. Bleh.

But that’s not the point. The point is... God, how do I say it without breaking our hearts?

Well, I don’t think there’s a politely way. Even though I'm a writer, I can't make it look softer.

I’m leaving you, babe.

Or the girl he thought that was his.

I’m so sorry, I really am. As much as I know that you won’t believe me, I beg you to do so: I love you. Deeply, desesperatly. Pure as the angel that you are, strong as the devil that I am, I love you. Always did, since the first time that you saw me. Or should I say stalked me on Jitters? Boy, that was creepy.

Barry Allen's first instinct was to laugh softly, as he always did when it was something about you. (Y/N), the love of his life, the incarnated affirmation of such a theory like love at first sight when he rolled his eyes at something Cisco spoke at Jitters - mission: coffee and brownie for Iris and Caitlin - and looked to the side, accidentally laying the green orbs on you, not many months ago. Unfortunately, any sign of happiness or lightness was braked in the deep of the Flash's throat.

You were leaving.

(Y/N), abandoning him.

Something happened. You know how that blue-haired metahuman, who Iris wrote about could control water molecules? I can control fire by myself.

I have no idea how it happened, if anything exploded again or some anomalie inside my blood made BLOW. The thing is, if you look inside our room, you’ll notice that some places are burned. I tried to cover it as best as I could. I wish I could say that is what it is, just this small accident.

But, of course it’s not.

His heart was racing faster than his feet ever could, almost exploding. The air in his lungs was scarce, Barry could feel his throat closing as he gasped in opposition.

It felt like having a panic attack, just as he had when he was a child after his mother's death.

Once again, someone Barry loved was leaving. And he could not do anything about it. Not even now that he was Flash.

He was still that impotent eleven-years-old boy.

Our postman, Mr. Charles, that old, gentle old man? He showed up today while I was home. As aways, he was really atencious, asking about me and you. When we’d get married. But when he extended his arm to give me the mail, I accidently burned his hand.

Holy hell. He tried to process it, though only more questions came to distance the answers, just like his worry about you. You must be feeling so bad, so scared, so... Alone. And Mr. Charles, how was he? Was he still alive? Barry wanted to run. Either with his eyes to finish reading it or with his feet to go away, to you. Yet, there The Flash was paralyzed.

He is okay. Alive, at least.

Reading it was, at least, a relief. Charles was a good man. Unfortunately the good news was attached to a catastrophic thing, as always. After all, Barry Allen did not win, only The Flash did.

He wondered why. Why (Y/N) would do this? He could have helped you, the whole Team Flash could. They dealt with similar things, even worse; they could train you until you found the power of self-control. They would have everything in hand.

The ugly answer came hard and fast, like a punch in the face.

Barry didn't tell you that he was The Flash. In his mind, for noble reasons. Protection. He loved you more than anything and wanted you to stay alive to love even more. The hero did not think that would have such brutal consequences. You screaming when you'd find out? Breaking something? Sleeping with a friend for a few nights? All this was understandable. Painful, but fleeting.

But that? That was fatal.

I love you with every piece of my human being body. You’re the blood in my veins, the happiness in my smile. My sun to the Moon that I am. And that’s why I need to leave.

With the powers of his persona, Barry no longer had to worry about some trivial things. His mind taking too long to understand something was one of those. But at that moment, his brain was in a chaotic loop, which would leave a wound open for a long time.

If he'd gotten home two minutes faster, maybe it would not have happened. If he had been honest with you from the beginning, he could be comforting you now. So many 'ifs' and only a reality.

If I hurt you, I wouldn’t survive. Neither would you.

Barry's body was burning. What an irony. It was like he was about to vomit, hands shaking. The tears did not come, too frightened to see the outside world that called them so persistently. Was it his system trying to save himself by noticing that his heart was deteriorating, his senses were already leaving him?

We could just be sleeping and suddenly you'd get a burn. Or worse. I can't deal with that. I can't be okay with being around people while I am not able to control it. Me.

How strange. I always saw metahumans as people and not its. Clearly, because they are. No matter how bad they've become. Yet, right now all I feel is like an it.

I became a it.

I wonder if they felt like that. If I'll ever feel as powerful as some of them seem to.

I need to go, Barr. To far away, to find answer.

The forensic scientist knew he could faint anytime, he was giving up his own mind.

Keep being everything this worlds needs, my nerd.

Always yours,

(Y/N).

You were out there. Alone, scared. Of course, you could handle yourself. He was fully aware of that. Still, Allen knew how hard it was to deal with such powerful things. Especially when your contact time with the new part of yours was so horrendous.

And it was his fault. He felt it.

All of it.

Barry ran away and checked the city countless times, that only took a few seconds. (Y/N) wasn't anywhere to be seen, she had probably even left the state. He went back to the apartment, grabbing the letter again. Rethinking and oscillating between his human and heroic speed to do so.

He'd lied to you for months, and still had the audacity to kiss you and promise things that he clearly could not keep up. Barry Allen let his bright star melt and trickle down his pale fingers, hurting both him and you in the process.

And (Y/N) was gone.

His mother was gone.

His father was gone.

Finally, his body forgot that foolish resistance, surrounding to its breakdown. The Scarlet Speedster, Barry fell to the ground in a thundering noise, the tear-stained letter crumpled in his right hand while he put his head between his legs and cried as hard as he could.

He was gone.

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lilacopal · 5 years

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moonlight🌙

moonlight: in which lana and kai watch the eclipse of the blood moon with some friends, and both experience some butterflies in the moonlight while with some new people. AN: I’ve always done writing but I’ve never posted it anywhere so please take it easy on me lol. I hope you enjoy this will be one of many things I start to write

two best friends straight out of college still figuring out what to do next, where will you find them? los angeles obviously. it was lana’s dumb idea is what kai will tell you. which it was, she’d never been and everyone is going there so why not?

kai wasn’t sure about the crowds and all the traffic, but lana promised if it was too bad they’d go back to the chilly east coast. at the moment lana was driving the two of them to a friends house. they were in a cherry red car (don’t ask them what kind they won’t know) with the hood down and music blaring. they both had their hair blowing wildly looking like a bit from a movie.

“we’ll be at mali’s soon, are you excited for the blood moon?” lana asked kai happily.

“i am i’ve never watched something like this before so this’ll be fun” kai replied with a bright smile.

not too long after, they made it to mali’s house, lana had met her online she was a beautiful singer and they bonded over music, then lana told her all about kai, her best friend. and when they decided to go to LA she welcomed the two of them to her and her brothers place with open arms.

after parking they grabbed the small amount of suitcases they had attempting to hold all of them to avoid taking trips. both of them being lugging their stuff immediately regretting not taking trips.

“guys do you need help?” a voice asked laughing, it was mali coming out of her front door laughing at the two girls.

“yes please” lana yelled back then dropping all her stuff dramatically.

mali came over and helped her pick up her stuff.

“kai hun do you need help? calum come out here and help the girls with their stuff!” mali shouted.

from the front door came a tall boy who looked like he could be mali’s twin, he was wearing a snapback but you could see dyed blonde hair sticking out, also like his sisters. kai looked over at lana to see her making a look. her friend didn’t date much throughout college due to overstressing herself with work and dealing with breaking up with her high school boyfriend.

so kai seeing this glimmer in her best friends eyes was rare. it warmed her heart a bit, made her hopeful to see her happy again. kai herself wasn’t big on dating but she absolutely was not against the idea. who knows what LA could bring?

calum came over to her and took some of the bags out her arms.

“thanks, so much. i’m kai and over there is lana” she introduced herself.

“no problem and i’m cal. mali told me you guys were coming to watch the eclipse with us?” he asked as they made it into the house.

“yea we are, i’ve never seen an eclipse so i’m excited, lana is obsessed with space so this is right up her alley” kai remarked.

“hey stop making me look like a nerd we just got here!” lana hollered.

“i am not” kai yelped.

“no it's okay, that’s a cool thing to be into” calum laughed at their bickering.

“thanks” lana gushed with a grin. the short girl was already smitten, she started to feel flutters in her stomach and was feeling giddy.

mali lead them to her guest room that the two of them would share so they could unpack and settle in. soon their friends were arriving and then they’d watch the moon turn blood red. which kai was considering somewhat romantic and was wondering if lana was feeling the same.

“lana, my dearest friend i saw your look a little while ago” kai stated.

lana, who was laying on the bed look up from her phone looking a bit pink in the cheeks.

“what look? i don’t remember giving you any look” lana lied.

“yes you do, when calum came out you looked quite intrigued” she teased.

“so what if i did? he’s good looking, gorgeous like his sister” lana replied trying to seem unphased.

“it's been a long time bubs, if you’re looking for something it's okay to start now.” kai assured her.

lana took a deep sigh, “like you said it's been so long, maybe it's been so long for a reason?” she questioned aloud.

“or maybe you just haven’t found anyone and if calum might possibly be it, then you should find out. we aren’t going to be here forever” her friend pointed out.

“ugh i hate when you’re right” lana groaned putting her face into her hands. kai pulled her friend in for a comforting hug to help ease her for the anxieties of the nights possibilities.

after unpacking all their clothes and such and organizing their shared room, they went outside to help set up for the eclipse. it was nothing fancy some chairs around a fire, with a table covered with smores stuff and a telescope for looking at the moon.

it was pretty chilly outside for a night in LA, kai couldn’t help but roll her eyes at lana for wearing a tight white crop top, well at least she was wearing pants. the two of them we’re sitting next to each other by the warm fire, lana had her head leaning on her shoulder and was cuddled up to her.

“you’re so warm” lana looked up to her more as she snuggled up to her more.

kai giggled at her “well maybe if you wore clothes every once in a while you’d be warm to”

“hey i had to work my ass off to get this somewhat toned, stomach” she protested.

“you’re ridiculous, both of you are but mostly lana” mali chimed in from across from them.

the three girls just chuckled at each other for a moment. lana was very happy to be in LA, boston wasn’t feeling like home anymore. college was good but stressful, it drained her emotionally. also having a bad break up that you can’t move on from isn’t fun either. but she felt like this visit was another chance, a better start to adulthood. maybe she could move on from the past a bit.

speaking of moving on, calum came out with two other boys who looked about their age maybe a bit older.

“hey guys, this is roy and ashton” he said.

“hi, i’m lana and this is kai we’re friends of mali’s” she introduced them. she was kinda excited to start to meet more people, but obviously not as excited as kai.

kai had the look, that lana had on her face earlier. and god did she want to tease her about it but she was willing to sacrifice her entertainment to be a good friend.

both boys greeted them and she could immediately tell that her best friends eyes where on ashton, she’d give it to her he’s good looking. she knew her besties type and he was it, but it had more to do with his bright smile, kai melted at guys with good smiles. lana grinned with excitement at her friend, kai just gave her an eye roll.

the group made small talk about life and other things. both girls kept stuffing their face with smores and all kinds of junk food. everyone was fun and all got along well. it also helped that mali had a good playlist going. even if lana didn’t know the words she’d find a way to jam out to whatever song was on. she swayed her hips to the beat subconsciously nodding her head a bit, kai looked over to see calum watching her.

kai then glanced to her phone she was getting some likes from twitter on her online art. she pulled up the picture and sighed overly critiquing the work.

“sorry to snoop but that looks really good” she saw ashton, whom was sitting on the other side of her, looking at her phone.

“oh thank you and don’t worry that doesn’t really bug me” she blushed.

“okay cool. are you an artist?” he asked.

“well kind of? i majored in art in college, mainly to be a teacher for younger kids” she explained.

“that’s interesting, i don’t think i’ve met an artist. or kind of an artist” he laughed at himself.

she giggled with him, he had a really cute laugh. it made her feel fuzzy inside, like she had clouds in her brain. they continued some small talk, he talked about drumming and being in a band. how he has a younger brother and sister, and a lovely mother. kai talked about her two younger brother and her mom mostly, her dad only a bit. she also mentioned how lana loved her youngest brother who is 12, and he loved her a lot too. they had a funny relationship, there's videos of a teenage lana singing mariah carey to him in the car when he was in kindergarten. ash talked about all the videos of cal doing the goofiest things like carrying a microwave and wearing an afro in a live stream.

they both were so distracted, well at least kai was she almost forget why she was there in the first place. until she heard lana squeal and point at the sky frantically waving her arm up. calum went over to the telescope to adjust it so it was pointing directly at the moon and waved lana over. she went over and kai noticed that calum stayed behind her with his hand on her hip and she smiled.

everyone took turns looking up at the moon. kai had to admit it was quite beautiful, it was quite the beautiful night in a lot of aspects. she had a good feeling about LA something told her they’d be here for longer than planned. and maybe that wasn’t so bad.

kai and ash continued to talk for the rest of the night and exchanged pretty much all forms of contact. ash said he wanted to make sure he could reach her for emergencies, she laughed at this and obviously gave in to his ridiculousness. by the time he left it was early in the morning, when he did leave she walked him to his car and he kissed her cheek. a simple gesture that made her melt into goo on the inside.

but she wasn’t the only one currently melting, maybe it was the moon but blood red love was in the air. lana was in the backyard still with calum she was using the telescope pointing out her favorite constellations to him. she even showed him his aquarius constellation, it is aquarius season.

“that is orion's belt, another favorite, his greek hero story was my favorite” she was completely nerding out, no matter how hard she tried.

“you know so much about this stuff you’re like… a space babe” calum jokes. she was taken back in a good way her face was pink for the hundredth time that night.

“hey! what’s that supposed to mean?” she gasped waking him in the chest then turning away from him quick.

“no! i’m not try to make fun of you. you’re truly, something different, something special” he promised, turning her back to face him.

she opened her mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by her own shivering. maybe a short sleeve shirt wasn’t a good choice for the night. calum smirked at her and pulled off his green sweatshirt.

“arms up” he stated simply. she listened and did as he said he slipped in over her head, the it fell to her thighs. she giggled looking at her sweater paws.

“you’re lucky you’re cute i don’t usually give my sweatshirts to girls who choose clothes that’ll make them cold” he clarified.

“i’m glad then, that i’m not one of many girls that get calums hood sweatshirt for the night” she fake gasped.

“i promise i’m not like that” he replied somewhat defensively.

“i don’t think you are but some guys are. trust me i know” she smiled forcefully.

he put out his pinky “i pinky swear that i’m not like that” she grinned. locking her pinky with his. now to her this means she’ll just have to stay for a while to see if he keeps it. something tells her he will.

kai lays in the big bed in the guest room still feeling light as a feather, floating in the sky. she’s cuddled up with her cute pink bunny pillow, not too far from her wa lana’s matching blue koala one. she wasn’t sure when lana would come in the room but she wasn’t focused on that really. then she slowly began to fall asleep.

to then a few minutes later to be awoken by lana ripping her suitcase apart. she looked over at her friend who seemed to be changing.

“what in the world are you doing?” kai asked.

“shit” lana whispered “nothing”

“lana valentina what are you doing?” kai growled.

“i am just changing into something comfier” lana defended herself.

kai eyed her she was in athletic shorts and a sports bra her usual sleep clothes, she liked being naked. but she didn’t look like she was planning on staying.

“where are you going?” she asked again in a warning tone.

“to cuddle with you duh” lana lied. kai glared she knows a liar when she sees one.

“fine i am going to calum’s room to cuddle, strictly cuddle. no nasty i swear on my life, may god strike me down if i’m lying” she blurted.

“its okay i believe you i just don’t like when you lie. you can just be honest.” kai huffed.

“i’m sorry, i’m just a bit on edge i’m not sure how mali will feel about me getting with her brother. so i was trying to be sneaky.” she admitted.

“did you see how he was acting all night towards you? eyeing your dancing, being all touchy mali saw her and roy gave approving nods to him, many times. don’t worry” kai reassured her.

“thank you” lana pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her cheek. they exchanged good nights and lana tip toed out the door.

the two best friends loved LA. they arrived feeling empty but then became fulfilled with the small bit of hope they needed. adulthood was going to be exciting, refreshing and heartwarming. and all it took was for someone to make them feeling like they were always in the moonlight. ✨

#calum hood #5 seconds of summer #calum hood fanfic #5 second of summer fan fic #calum hood imagine #ashton irwin #ashton irwin imagines #michael clifford #luke hemmings #my shit #my writing

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Not my Jacket - Part 7 - S.P

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Part I, Part II, Part III , Part IV , Part V , Part VI , Part VII

A week after you had been released, news got around quickly. At school, you sat in the bathroom at eat lunch. You hadn’t seen sweet pea since that day, and to be honest you didn’t really want to. Since the run in at the sheriffs office you hadn’t talked. And although it was very difficult not to go to him and apologize over and over, you held back.

Getting home from school was terrible. Your parents had left a couple of days ago, and that meant that you came to an empty home at night. You were curled up on your couch, in just a t-shirt. A blanket covered your legs, as some romantic movie played that you weren’t really paying attention to. You fiddled with you hands. You didn’t want to sleep yet because you didn’t feel tired.

You curled up, bringing you knees to your chest. You closed your eyes to try to fall asleep, but it wasn’t long until a knock at your door echoed in your house.

You groaned, getting up and shuffling to the door. Pressing your hand to the handle, you opened it. Your eyes widened as you saw who it was.

Standing on your porch was the boy you had been wanting to talk to. His serpent jacket hung on him loosely. His t-shirt was ripped near the collar, some blood stains on it. His neck had scratches. His nose had dried blood on it, One of his eyes had a dark black eye, while the other one looked untouched. All along his face, arms and what you could only imagine stomach were bruises. His hair wasn’t how it normally looked. It looked greasy, like he had been sweating a lot.

He had tears in his eyes, which you had never seen before. He had gotten mad yes, and had stormed out before. But you had never seen him on the verge of crying.

“Pea…”You whispered. “What happened?”

After letting him in, giving him some clothes he had left at your house before, and making you both hot cocoa, you sat on the couch. He hadn’t said anything to you but I small thank you after you had handed him the cocoa. You curled up in your blanket again, feeling the soft fabric on your bare legs.

“What happened Pea. You have to tell me”

He cast his vision down, taking a sip of the cocoa before sighing.

“You we’re right”

You tilted you head, furrowing your eyebrows, “what?”

“About Penny” He swallowed, “Went to beat up that idiot you kissed..I mean yeah I was pissed of at you, but I’m not going to let some idiot kiss you. So I got there an-”

“Don’t tell me you beat him up” You frowned.

Sweet pea smiled, but it was a small one, “I hit him a couple times, but nothing he can’t manage”

He frowned after. “But as I was biking home, and went to the Whyte wyrm I got jumped. But that..that bitch”

You stared at sweet pea. He was looking at the ground as he spoke, clearly very hurt.

“Brought me out to the alley. Some goons beat me up for her. Said this was the final thing, whatever that meant.”

You knew what it meant, “It’s because of all the tasks I had to do Pea, but it’s over”

“Whats over?”

“I did all that crap at river dale. I had to kiss that idiot Northside boy because penny kept threatening you. I didn’t want you to get hurt. But guess you did anyway.” You reached out to touch his face as he winced.

“That’s not the only place they hit” Sweet Pea set his cocoa on the table, before pulling his shirt off. Two boot prints sat on the sides of his stomach. Your eyes cast down. You set your cocoa down too, before pushing his back so he was lying down. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, before proceeding to kiss every bruise he had. From his neck, to his chest, to his stomach, before peering back up, and lying down beside him.

“I’m Sorry” You mumbled, “If I had just given you back your jacket that day we wouldn’t be in this situation”

Sweet pea smiled, “Yeah Sure it sucks, but you’re done all the tasks. And if it hadn’t been for this shitting turn of events then we wouldn’t have confessed our feelings” Sweet pea played with your fingers, not looking at you.

“But you’re hurt. You have bruises all over you” You reached your hand up and lightly brushed his bruise by his jaw, he winced.

“Yeah” He chuckled, Pressing a kiss to your forehead, “But they’ll heal”

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One month later, they were healed.

You and sweet pea where back to Southside high, hand in hand as you strolled through the halls. He pulled your hand up and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. As you got to the cafeteria, you both sat down where the rest of the serpents were, some serpents smirking at you both. You were power couple around school now. Not because you were scary yourself, though sweet pea was pretty intimidating. Everyone knew not to mss with you, even Reggie, who had eventually given up on you and moved onto Toni. She was still trying to explain that she was definitely not interested.

Although the Northside kids were still here, you actually became friends with some of them. Betty was nice to you. Pretty hung up about the serpents but you’d the rest of the serpents now knew what had happened. Penny hadn’t been heard from. It was oddly quiet.But you were enjoying it.

Sometimes you would go over to betts house and hang out (though not when her mother was there). You became acquaintances with Veronica and Cheryl, nodding to them in the halls. You still weren’t a fan of Archie, nor was he of you, but they partnered you up for. project in biology, and you guys came to terms.

“Hey Y/n. Me and Reg are having a party tomorrow night, you should come”

You looked at Archie, Veronica right by his side. “Yeah my friend will be there, he’s very nice”

“Sure”

“Hey babe” Sweet pea lifted you up and spun you around, kissing you on the cheek.

“hey. We get to go to a party tonight”

“Gross” He groaned. “A northsider party?”

“Yeah” You bit your lip, looking at him,”But you can come along and I’m sure that I’ll be wearing a really tight bla-”

“Fine we’ll go to the party”

Bright lights and music thumped through the house. Hand in hand you both walked up the to house. You wore a black dress with some gold jewelry, sporting one of sweet peas rings.

Walking into the house there were people yelling, laughing and making out. You made your way over to the beer pong table.

“You two up for some pong?”

The teams were you and sweet pea vs Veronica and Archie. You and sweet pea were pulling ahead, and only had one cup left to sink, where as they had seven more. Taking a break, sweet pea pressed a kiss to your ear, “I’m going to go get a drink babe, be back in a little”

He was whisked off by the crowd. You wandered off not long after. The beer pong game was slow, and you were thirsty. You didn’t have enough buzz.

Getting to the drink table, you didn’t see sweet pea around. You shrugged your shoulder, he probably just went back to the table.

You looked around for some beer, before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

A boy in a suite like outfit stood in front of you.

“Hi there” He looked at you up and down, “Nick St Clair”

You looked at him with dull eyes, “You must be from out of town. No one wears a tie here”

He scoffed, “Well you do’t look to bad either. Care for a drink?”

He brought his hand from his back with an open beer. Nothing looked wrong.

“Sure, you faintly smiled, “Thanks”

you took a couple of steps to get back to the table, but as you got father through the house your steps became harder to take.

“You okay there?”

You could hear the boy who had given you the drink. He held your wrist.

“Yeah I just need some air…”

“Okay. ill help you”

You let him lead you around, but you realized that you had been walking upstairs instead of own the stairs to the porch.

“Where are we going?” You slurred.

“Were having fun”

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scramblingminds · 6 years

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@usero-o this was just such a cute prompt, thank you for trusting me with it. I hope I did it justice! Enjoy :)

Warnings: Teenage boy with a crush, nuff said lol? Seriously, it’s just angsty fluff. Rated T.

Crush

Carl hadn't meant to let it slip, to reveal the little secret he had been harboring for months. Pretty much since he and Enid decided they were better as friends since she was staying at Hilltop and he was back in the rebuilt Alexandria. The infatuation happened suddenly, just as quickly as the man moved into his home. Jesus moving to Alexandria wasn't a surprise, with his and Daryl's relationship it made sense. Some people followed someone they loved while others learned maybe they hadn't really cared for her that way.

Carl was shocked by the crush as it developed, like overnight or came to life with the sleep rumbled man at the dining table the next morning. All Carl knew was that Jesus was amazing and his heart kicked up a notch just being around him. He didn't think that made him gay or anything, sexuality was more fluid than that. He knew he had liked Enid but now he just liked Jesus, simple.

Carl didn't plan to ever let it be known though. Jesus lived with him, in his dad's house in the same room as his boyfriend. That boyfriend being none other than Daryl Dixon, so Carl was not opening that can of worms. He was content to just admire Jesus from afar and joke around with him like a buddy.

That what had Carl watching Jesus give a self-defense lesson. Jesus was stripped of his coat and vest, in just cargoes and sleeveless undershirt. Carl watched his arms as he showed a few basic blocks and jabs, some crucial kicks and where to place them. Carl glanced over as someone plopped down where he sat in the grass on the other side of the little clearing.

Daryl was covered in sweat and some blood was spattered up his forearms. He had just got back from a hunt, clearly having gutted the animal before joining Carl. As Carl got older Daryl had started feeling like more of a real buddy and less like an uncle figure. They could joke and Daryl even told him jokes he learned from Merle that got him both rolling and blushing. It was a nice feeling, like he was more than just a kid to the man and he didn't want to screw that up.

They sat in silence watching Jesus partner everyone up to spar, his eyes glancing over and spotting Daryl. A smile cut through his serious teacher façade and he waved over at Daryl. Daryl lifted his hand in a salute, smirking as Jesus winked at him before going back to his lesson. Carl wished he had been the cause of so much joy on the ninjas face.

After a while the group started asking to learn some more complex moves and Jesus laughed. He explained that they had to learn the basics first, how to stop a punch before moving to anything harder. A few of them rallied that they were ready and Jesus shook his head looking over at Tobin, "Would you mind helping me with a demonstration?"

Tobin smiled uneasily, "Okay?"

"I won't hurt you, promise. All you have to do is try to block me. If you do, I'll teach everyone some more moves. If not, we'll call it a day here. Deal?" Jesus looked around to the who cheered until Tobin agreed.

Jesus set them up a few yards apart. Their size difference was almost comical if Carl didn't already know just how capable the smaller man was. Jesus told him could do whatever he needed to defend himself, strike or just block or whatever. When Tobin nodded he was ready Jesus moved. He closed the distance in barely a second.

Tobin threw what would have been a nice jab, had it landed. Jesus ducked it, rolling forward onto his hands. His legs swung up, knees hooking over Tobin's shoulders before the man could process what was happening. Using just the strength of his legs and core Jesus sat up, balanced on the man's shoulders making everyone gasp. Tobin barely let out a yelp before Jesus clenched his thighs as he spun his torso toward the ground.

Tobin was flung off his feet, Jesus making sure to land so his own back took the impact of the fall not Tobin's neck like it should have. Tobin still let out a strangled gasp as Jesus quickly pulled his legs back and rolled to his feet, hand coming to Tobin's back to ensure he was alright. The larger man started laughing, "That scared the shit outta me."

Jesus laughed too and everyone decided they weren't ready to move up in class just yet. Carl's jaw was hanging at the move, it had happened in just a matter of seconds. Jesus was a freaking force to be reckoned with. Carl glanced over to see Daryl in a similar state, eyes dazed as he mumbled probably more to himself, "I'm terrified yet aroused."

"Me too." Carl didn't realize he said it out loud until Daryl's head slowly turned so he could stare at him.

Carl wished the ground would just open up and swallow him as Daryl blinked a few times before those piercing eyes lowered into a squint, "Excuse me?"

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Daryl was drumming his nails on the wooden table top, Rick next to him and Carl sitting across from them both. Daryl had practically snatched the boy up from the ground, dragging him home where thankfully only his father was. He then sat Carl down at the table and tugged Rick next to him. This was something they all needed to discuss.

"So...?" Rick cocked an eyebrow at Carl, waiting to be enlightened about the cause of this impromptu meeting.

Carl glanced at Daryl who just tapped harder, hoping that would make the kid spit it out. Carl sighed, rolling his eye before mumbling, "I have a crush."

"Oh?" Rick's eyebrows went even higher on his forehead and Daryl grunted kicking the kid under the table.

"On Jesus." Carl whispered, face going red at the confession.

Rick made a noise in the back of his throat, head tilting as he took in that information, "Oh!"

Daryl snorted at the reaction, Rick turned to give him a look pleading for help. Daryl gave it, "Since when?"

Carl shrugged, "A few months."

"So, since he's been living here?" Daryl asked, remembering Paul taking distance out of their long-distance relationship. Carl nodded and Daryl waited for Rick to finish processing all this.

Rick nodded slowly, "Are you sure this is a real 'crush'?"

"I don't know." Carl shrugged again.

"I know he's pretty, son," Daryl and Carl shared a look before staring at Rick like he lost his mind, "But that isn't really liking someone."

"It isn't like that, dad," Carl shook his head, "It's more than his looks. He's really smart, and strong. He's capable and a badass."

Daryl felt his neck go warm, those were very similar to the reason's Daryl loved the ninja. The passion on Carl's face as he spoke of Paul was so genuine. The boy clearly had some feelings there but Daryl wasn't convinced.

"But are ya sure this is a crush and not just admiration?" Daryl asked and Rick nodded in agreeance.

Carl paused, clearly thinking this over and Rick cleared his throat, "Is it more of some hero worship or do you want to be romantically involved with Jesus?"

Carl's eye went wide, clearly thinking about that second option before shaking his head, "I don't know, I don't think so but I like him a lot, dad."

Rick sighed, "Okay, son, it's alright."

Daryl wouldn't have minded Carl having a little crush, it's not like it would come to anything. He just figured the boy needed to talk this out, like Daryl wished he'd had coming up. Daryl knew a lot of people had eyes on Jesus, the man was perfection on every level. Even if Daryl was a bit biased.

"You're not mad, Daryl?" Carl's eye was full of worry, like Daryl might hate him now.

"Nah, of course not," Daryl reached over to slap Carl on the arm, "Just didn't want any tension and thought it was better to get all our cards on the table."

Carl nodded, relief all over his face as the door opened and Paul came in. Daryl knew he was a little shit at heart because he couldn't help what he said next, "Hey, Paul, guess who has a crush on ya?"

Paul rolled his eyes good naturedly, "You don't have to keep telling me, we're pretty much married, babe."

"Ha-ha, not me," Daryl deadpanned before point at Carl making him squeak, "This man, right here."

Paul looked down at Carl, watching his face go red and he ducked into himself, Rick punching Daryl on the arm with a chuckle. Paul stared for a moment before leaning down to throw his arms around Carl's shoulders, "Awww, that's so cute!"

"Oh god," Carl buried his burning face in his hands as Paul petted his hair making cooing noises that were so over the top Daryl and Rick were in stitched. Carl knew it was all in good fun, even smiling as he groaned, "I hate y'all."

#desus #darus #carl grimes #carl has a crush #angsty fluff #twd #prompt fill #this is just cuteness

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You pick the skelebros, please include classic. They find out that their s/o is a writer, and writes amazing stories, full fledged books, but never shows anyone because she thinks they’re shit. She writes mostly romance, and a lot of it is monster x human, and then she also writes fantasy, but usually portrays the humans as the villain, not the monsters. She has one book, that is actually about everything that has happened since they fell into the underground, in extreme detail. Everything.

(I did UT, MT and Gaster!Sans and Papyrus)

Undertale!Sans

Sans found out about your work through Alphys who hadrecently fallen in love with your newest novel involving a “Shape ofWater” vibe and showed it to Sans who instantly recognized the Author’sname. Wanting to reveal he knows of your books in the cheekiest way possible,Sans asks Alphys for the cheesiest romance novel you made, and she hands himthis book called “The Tale of the Underground”.

Sans kinda just snorts at the title, inwardly squealing athow cute the title was and began to read it. He was surprised that this wasBASICALLY your diary dictating your thoughts as you travelled the Undergroundand…ooooohh boy, haha, Sans pulled at the collar on his shirt.

Ho boy was this detailed.

Marking the page, Sans went home and awaited your arrival.The second you walked in the door with a distracted “Hey, Babe!” Sansopened the book and read aloud: “…after sans had licked the red spaghetti sauceoff his teeth, i suddenly had the hugest urge to kiss his teeth until my lipswere numb.“

Silence was the only response he received.

“that offerstill stand, dear?”

Undertale!Papyrus

This sweet cinnamon roll was simply dusting (the dirt kind,not the dead monster kind) the house when he came across an unfinished booksitting on your desk wide open. Papyrus wasn’t one to snoop, he honestly didn’tmean to, but he saw the words “Papyrus” and “Gorgeous” nextto each other and allowed himself to read several one chapter.

Wowie!! Whoever this author is must have VERY good sourcesbecause it sounds like his wonderful S/O wrote this from entirely their persep-OH!! IT WAS!! Papyrus felt a wave of embarrassment and fluster overflow hisemotions. H-HE REALLY SHOULDN’T CONTINUE, BUT…HIS S/O OBVIOUSLY PUT A LOT OFWORK INTO THIS BOOK A-AND HE SHOULD BE ABLE TO GIVE AN ADEQUATE CRITIQUE!!

So he read everything up until the part you stopped writing(which he spent a good 10 minutes mourning over) before rushing back to hischores, waiting for you to get home later tonight.

Once you walked in the door Papyrus scooped you in his arms,twirled you around and planted a big fat kiss to your lips before allowing youto speak.

“Wh-what’s withthe greeting?” You asked, face completely red from blushing, “N-notthat I mind!” Papyrus simply grinned and kissed you again before helpingyou brush off the snow from your clothes.

“OH, NOTHING INPARRICULAR, I JUST WANTED TO HELP OUT MY ADORING SWEETHEART!”

“Aww, that’s awfully sweet of you!”

“WELL OF COURSE!! ALTHOUGH MAY I ASK A QUICK QUESTION?”

“Shoot.”

“HOW EXACTLY AM I A ‘PRECIOUS NOODLEBONES SKELE-BEAN THATCAN MAKE GLOOMY DAYS GO EXTINCT BY SOUNDING LIKE A BABY RATTLE SNAKE WHENEVERMY BONES RATTLE WHEN I’M HAPPY’?”

You just knew thatsentence was going to come back and haunt you….

Mafiatale!Sans (Colt)

He’s supposed to be grabbing a book on “how to wash bloodstains out of white clothes” when he sees your name scrawled across a bookin the “bestseller” section of the bookstore. At first he thinks it’s acoincidence, but then he picks up the book and thumbs through it, when this employee bounces along andasks if he’s interested in the series.

Series???? This should be good. Naturally, he says “yeah, but I dunno where tostart” which allows the employee to gush about how much she loves your work and how it has almost exclusivelyhuman/monster pairings that more often than not revealed the darker side ofhumanity through satirical situations and comedic monster characters.

Colt had to snort a little at that, not that he wasjudging (he was probably the reason you began the monster/human pairingsanyway) but he knew how much you wanted to repeatedly smack the whole ofhumanity with a baseball bat until it gained some sense and hey, the pen ismightier than the sword, right?

So after Colt accidentallybought one of the shorter book series, and a book labelled “Trip Down Under” heleft the store (completely forgetting his original goal) and began devouringthe books whenever you weren’t with him.

Once he got to “Trip Down Under” he nearly had a heart attack.Before this book, he thought your other ones were marvelously written, balancingpure, unadulterated snark with mushy romance (a trait that he was proud toadmit only he was the recipient of irl)but this one was………an extremelydetailed step-by-step walkthrough of your entire trip in the Underground.

Granted, there were different names and places andenvironments used, but this was creepy!!!He specifically remembered having this exactsame conversation with you at 1am about whether or not condiments were anacceptable flavor spice for pet foods that the protag and her romantic interestwere having.

So, what does he do? After his post-mission meeting withDon Asgore ends and he heads home and proceeds to do your normal routine of smothering each otherin relieved affection before placing his hand on your back and the other onyour head, dipping you backwards.

With a feral grin, he leaned in and whispered to you: “Am Iliving up to your expectations as your bone-ified,straight-shooting, suave-talking punster of a soulmate?”

You suddenly regretted every life choice you’ve ever made.

Mafiatale!Papyrus (Sniper)

This guy was most likely gossiping with Bayonet (Undyne)when she offhandedly mentioned this romance novel series she was reading thatwas set in a fantasy world that had a boss fight similar to the one she experienced when you had gone through Waterfall. Shethought it was just a coincidence, after all, the fight became common knowledge after a while but Sniper’s experience taught him nothingwas a coincidence.

So he went and Googled everything he could about thisauthor.

He found online versions of your books, and read the book that Bayonet said she was reading, and BOY WAS HE SURPRISED. You certainly were detailed in your adventures, but you changed enough facts and names and places so it seemed that every important Family Secret you experienced were all different.

Being the little prankster he was, Sniper wanted to give you a scare. But, in order to do that, he had to pretend he had just heard about your book, and went and Google’d a picture of you.

WOWZA, DOES THIS PERSON LOOK FAMILIAR!!! HEY, S/O! COME LOOK AT THISPERSON!! YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU HAD A TWIN!!!

You briefly considered lying to him when you felt embarrassment and a bit of fear well up inside you, but that idea wasquickly erased. “Sniper, darling….that’s….that’s me!”

Sniper looked back and forth between you andyour online picture before turning to you with a flirtatious smile: “OH GOOD, FOR A MINUTE I THOUGHT SOMEONE HADSTOLEN MY RECIPE FOR FONDUE! WINK!”

“OH MY GOSH, SNIPER!!!!”

Gaster!Sans (G)

You and G were out on a casual date in the town, arms linked, pulling you close together as you wandered aimlessly, idly chatting abouteverything and anything. Your romantic peace was interrupted by a pair of girlswho spotted you entering the park and ran over to greet you.

They immediately began squealing about your latest bookcalled “Echoes of Home” which set you off into an internal panic, G WASN’TSUPPOSED TO FIND OUT ABOUT THIS BOOK, OH STARS YOU WERE GOING TO DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT!!!

Without any regard for your dwindling dignity, the girlscontinued to fangirl about “Echoes of Home” Going on and on and on about howmuch they fell so hard for the “teeth-grindinglyhot-headed, self-righteous, aloof little jerk of a hunk”.

At one point in the conversation one girl looked over at Gwho had been relatively silent and said with an awe-struck face “Is this him???”She almost screamed with glee. Sensing this was your way out, your shushedloudly and began dragging G away with a quick wink to the girls who giggled andwaved goodbye (you were sure one was about to faint from swooning so hard).

Once you were both out of earshot G threw you a curious look“what was that about?” He asked, your face erupted into color and tried tobrush it off as nothing.

The matter was dropped until you walked past a bookstore with “Echoes of Home”displayed proudly on the window, showcasing the edition of the book with a picture of the main characters in each other’s embrace. “ain’t nuthin, huh?” He asked with anincreasing smirk, you frantically tried to pry G away, but CURSE HIS STRENGTH he was too hard to move!!

“huh, this guy on the cover looks like a weird version ofme. total coincidence, am i right?”

“YEP, ABSOLUTELY, LET’S GO NOW!!”

“ah, darlin’ I’m messing with ya. I’ve known about your bookwriting career for a while.”

“You wHAT!?”

“yeah, your fangirls are rabid.”

Cue an embarrassment-induced faint.

Gaster!Papyrus (Aster)

Aster was out on a grocery runwhen he came across an elderly woman struggling with her bags and decided tohelp her. While he was stuffing the bags inside her car, the old woman hadmentioned that he reminded her of the main protagonist in this book: Tall,suave, drop-dead gorgeous, and the personification of chivalry.

Since there wasn’t aplethora of writers in the Underground, Aster made an inquiry as to who thewriter was, the old woman couldn’t remember for the life of her, but she didgive him the book’s title and recommended he read them as soon as possible.

And so he did.

The book was a romance novel filledwith cheesy fantasies that were definitely made for the hopeless romantics.Scenarios of tall but gentlemanly heroes with a passion for science or artoften guided or encouraged a lost, starry-eyed female to follow her dreams andscrew with the system if it tried to stop her.

After several novels, hefinally read the one the old lady had recommended him, and, oh dear, is that-!!???It is!!!!

This book was a, uh, detailed edition of your travels in theUnderground.

He knows this because he’s the one who taught you thatspecific chemical formula of the carbohydrate strings which would allow foroptimum flavor!!!

And- hey wait, he rememberedthis part!! This was when he took you out on your first official date with him!!He was always so scared he over did it on the pulling out all your chairs,taking your coat, having no physical contact beyond hand holding or arm linkingbut this narrative showed that you-you….oh….didyou really think that?????

Aster felt his face explode incolor and he had to put the book he felt so flustered.

Later, when you came homethat day from a sleepover with Alphys and Undyne, Aster met you at the door likenormal, took your coat, kissed your cheek and asked you how your day was. Onceyou both got the pleasantries out of the way, Pap circled his arms around youand bent down.

“Do I really make you swoonjust by existing, my darling star?”

#gaster papyrus #gaster sans #mafiatale #undertale #mafiatale sans #mafiatale papyrus #undertale sans #undertale papyrus

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this week’s ziam ao3 feed

posted/updated ziam works from: jan. 28th to feb. 4th

Your paradise is something I've endured (but I don't want to be here anymore) by njhloveshischesthair

Christmas Requests by deniallisstrong

A variety of short Christmas/holiday drabbles I've written to fulfill Tumblr requests

Requests include: -Sweater Sharing -Cuddling + Snowing Outside -Star on the Tree -Liam Proposes to Zayn on Christmas (made to be a continuation of the Star on the Tree one) -Grandparents Ziam + Reminiscing of Their First Christmas

This one is based on the prompt: Boyfriends +sweater sharing?

Ziam AU Prompts by ohthathurt (cloisterrific_221B) (wip)

Prompt: "a hopeless romantic and a horny beast are set up on a blind date" pleaaase

Fallen Too Far- ziam one shot by ziamistah

where zayn malik falls for his enemy comes rival who is about to die.

Tumblr Extravaganza by zizizrites

A collection of drabble and short fics originally posted on tumblr. Additional infos before every installment. Non-beted. All mistakes ate mine.

First Last Kiss by zizizrites

Liam had it all planned out.

Little Black Dress by zizizrites

“So, did you came here alone?” his drunk companion asks, probably aiming for flirty but falling way off the mark. He’s still on the wrong side of tipsy, and he’s probably not thinking about the words coming out of his mouth, so Liam just looks at him with an amused tilt on his lips. He watches the realization of what he just said creep over on his face and then the lad dissolves into a fit of giggles, wayward limbs slumping over the bar counter and almost knocking over his glass.

Through Time I Found You by zipplekink (wip)

“I swore to ye I would keep ye safe,” Liam says as if Zayn should have known this. He lifts one of Zayn’s hands, pressing a soft, wet kiss to the center of his palm. It is innocent, but heat trails down Zayn’s spine as Liam’s eyes meet with his. “And I’ve wanted ye since the moment I first laid my eyes on ye.”

[Or the one where Zayn travels back in time to 1744 and is captured by a group of Highlander Clansmen.]

Dusk Till Dawn [Sequel to A Year Without You] by Jetaimeleplus

It's been five years since the year of hell, as Zayn would call it. Five years since Zayn and Liam were forced to live a year without each other, five years since Zayn was diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia and five years of Liam trying to recover from the mental and emotional abuse of being held hostage for ten months.

You'd believe that after five years they'd be able to live a normal life, with Zayn receiving treatment and Liam having weekly sessions with a therapist, that they would be able to be happy and worry free as they wish they could be.

Sadly, what they went through wasn't something someone can get over as quickly as one getting over the fact that they didn't get the last slice of pizza or that they no longer have ice cream in the freezer. No, things were much harder for them both than they expected it to be, but together they'll get through it.

Except, neither one will admit to their significant other that they aren't okay. They keep it a secret from each other, and that isn't helping.

Wolves Heaven by The_Ziam_Team

When Liam hurts himself in the woods, a kind stranger named Zayn finds him and takes him home.

Chasing My Firefly by ziamistah (wip)

Where zayn fall for a shy and A grade student Liam. Who helps him tutoring while zayn was on the edge of getting expelled.

In short zayn is the bad boy and liam is teacher's favorite boy.

A story where zayn finally finds his firefliy who lights up his world, and named it liam.

Bring Me Home by ohthathurt (cloisterrific_221B)

Prompt: You were away for a while and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety…sorry?

The storyteller by Fille_du_soleil (wip)

One day Liam started telling Zayn a tale about how a blood thirsty warrior found his true love and kidnapped him from his family to fond his own in a faraway land where Gods still ruled the earth.

Who's That Boy? by LonelyAquarian (wip)

What If Zayn Had The Key To A Life That Liam Never Expected?

Shawcross Park by Niler (wip)

Liam isn't a singer, a dancer or even a builder.

Zayn is one of the above.

Diet Soda Society by SpookyFaces (wip)

Zayn is a villain with daddy issues. Liam is a superhero with a fragile heart.

The thing is - they are roommates. Liam would never think Zayn is his enemy, and Zayn wouldn't even guess anything about Liam being a hero at nights. They keep making excuses to each other about why they are out all the time when something happens and lying about why their bodies are covered in scratches in bruises.

Oh, and they are in love. But this is just another secret they try to hide from each other.

FOOL FOR YOU by The_Ziam_Team

At a proposed Ziam reunion at the BRIT Awards in February 2018, Liam and Zayn want to recreate the moment that inspired Zayn to write the song, ‘Fool for you’.

A New York Encounter by mc_writer

short drabbles series

Need Your Hidden Love by ziamsquad

Liam Payne is the one of the country's most respected neurosurgeons, and he loves a challenge.

Zayn sleeps with his boss before he knows that's his boss.

Beyond Words by StoryAnonGuy33 (wip)

"Some things are beyond words" Liam added lightly, Zayn laying back down on Liam's chest. "They are, aren't they?" He commented back, Liam smiling and kissing the top of his head. "You bet babe"

Or when Liam and Zayn attend the same college and with budding and cemented feelings between the two, will things turn out the way they want?

iT's YoU by SpookyFaces (wip)

Popular, handsome and athletic Liam Payne has nothing in common with Zayn Malik, the bad-boy of the school, who wears leather jackets, combat boots and spends his lunch breaks with a cigarette and a sketchbook in his hands. There is something mysterious, something strange about him. Rumors say the half of his family has tragically died a few years ago. And there is something tragic about him. The way he walks alone in the hallways, the way he barely talks to anyone, except his stupid, curly friend. Liam hates him. He hates his honey-colored eyes, his stupidly long eyelashes, his unbelievably long fingers, his raven-black hair and mesmerizing lips. Yeah, he obviously hates him. "Obviously" - Louis agrees, wiggling his eyebrows.

next Sunday will be up another one probably! stay tuned for it :) <3 remember to leave kudos and comments on the fics!

#lau speaks #ziam #weekly ao3 feed #im going on vacation next week so if it doesn't come next week rest asured that the next sunday after that i'll make it twice as longer #to make up for it

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