#and by tomorrow i mean later today whoops

[redxriiot]

Japan's ass really saved the day huh hebrbrb

#bnha manga spoilers #//Hi hello I AM FUCKEN CRYING DHBRRBRB #//I was curious and checked the tag #//ZERO REGRETS LMAOOOO #[spoilers ahead] #//How'd you like THAT old man jrbtbt #//Or was it Shigaraki at that point #//Since they're warring still #//I think. or maybe that bit of tomura lashing out bc of Mirio's taunt was a fluke? #//Idk i need a refresher jfbfbf #//Mans really showin them cheeks to save the squad; what an absolute FUCKING legend #//Already queued a thing for tomorrow hdbffb #//Bc this shit had me dead hdbfbrhrh #//Oh no #//I mean later today ndbrbrh #//WHOOPS

[stargirlsturniololover]

fairy dust

request: no i just saw a pin and i thought RAFE X DUMB!BIMBO!NAIVE READER CORE ACTUALLY

warnings: mention of drugs 🤡, kinda demeaning rafe (when is he not), dumb reader😜

summary: you want rafe’s business ventures to be pretty.

also: all my drug knowledge is based off you little writer gals and pals, plus a little research cuz looking up drug stuff is so suspicious

also also: i read that coke can make you sleepy or it can make you not sleepy so imagine you’re a lightweight almost and fall asleep with little exposure to coke

also^3: here’s the baggies

also times 4: reader is like a crafter with a jewelry shop on etsy so yeah <3

fit check:

reader: imagine something sweet and innocent looking, like she rolled out of bed, went to rafe’s closet to get some of his clothes, and then found the coke and so she’s still in her pjs so this

rafe: his little boating like beach outfits he wears in season 1 (i imagined season 1 rafe, but you could imagine whatever season)

drug dealer!rafe cameron x naive!innocent!bimbo!reader

“alright, yeah barry…. i’ll have it to you tomorrow…. yeah at the party, alright… yeah… bye.” rafe sighs, hanging up the phone.

barry had been bothering rafe all day about a big deal the two of them had tonight with some of rafe’s kook neighbors.

barry promised to whoop rafe if any of his, or the pogues, shenanigans got in the way of another drug deal.

and since rafe was now business partners with barry, it was safe to say anything could happen to the drugs before they got to the person that bought them.

rafe smiled slightly as he walked up the stairs to tanneyhill’s front door.

upon entering the house, rafe heard the faintest sound of a sneeze.

“princess…?” he called, walking through the kitchen and up the stairs.

he hears a quiet giggle and a response from you.

“‘m in the office rafey.”

oh god.

ward’s office?!

rafe told himself not to freak out… ward and rose took wheezie to chapel hill today, and sarah was out with her dumb pogue friends.

he opens the door and finds you sat on the floor, surrounded by bags.

“hi pretty girl, what are you up to?” he questions, walking over to your giggling form and squatting in front of you.

“rafey your fairy dust makes my nose burn.” you mumble, nuzzling your face into his hand after he reached up to cup your face.

“baby… fairy dust…?” he asks, “i have no “fairy dust” princess”.

“was in your closet rafey…. i- i had extra baggies from my shop and i wanted to make your fairy dust pretty, was about to add glitter see.” you babble, gesturing to the drawstring bags from your etsy shop that you use to bag up the jewelry you make.

“babygirl,” rafe sighs, seeing you had only made one bag of “fairy dust”, “this is rafey’s cocaine baby, you know you can’t have any of this.”

“oh…” you say, beginning to tear up for fear rafe would get mad.

“‘m sorry rafey, just wanted to make it pretty. promise i didn’t mean to get it in my nose, it was just itchy and i scratched it and now it burns… ‘m so sorry,” you ramble, head hanging low and bottom lip trembling.

“oh baby, ‘s not your fault yeah, you didn’t know any better, yeah…? just a sweet little baby.” he says, kissing your nose and grabbing you by the wrist to stand you up.

“let’s leave the fairy dust then rafey will come and clean it up later, mmk?” he asks, pulling you into him and kissing the top of your head.

“ok rafey,” you slur, leaning more into him.

“let’s get you to my bed ok, don’t worry baby, you’re not in trouble.” he reassures you, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you down the hall to his room.

“ok baby….. imma lay you down right here so rafey can go clean up the fairy dust.” he tells you, kissing your head and laying you down on his bed.

“ok rafey… i’m sorry.” you mumble, yawning as you snuggle into his bed.

“don’t be princess, you were just being cute, i would love to package it like that but you know barry wouldn’t like it.” he says, kissing your hairline and walking towards the door.

“mm” you hum, closing your eyes. “love you rafey.”

“i love you too babygirl.” he says, leaving his bedroom to go clean up the mess.

#rafe cameron x bimbo!reader #rafe fluff #rafe obx #rafe cameron #obx fic #drug dealer!rafe #obx #outer banks

[allsortsofwritings]

After the sunset - Lee Dutton (Yellowstone)

The fic i promised like last week!! Whoops but here it is. Not proofread so ignore anything that doesn’t make sense. Requests are open

-

The soft sun peaked through the blinds. Wanting a few more hours of sleep, rolling over when it felt like you hit a wall. Groaning, trying to make more room between you and the wall when you opened your eyes and saw that the wall was your boyfriend. Sound asleep he threw an arm over you, pulling you into him.

“Lee, Lee, get the hell away from me,” muffled in his arms, his grip somehow getting tighter around you. Trying to pry his arms off when Lee finally opened his eyes, groaning. Sleep weighed his eyes, looking into yours, “What’d I do now,” muffled by the pillow.

Burning up as if you were in a sauna. You brushed Lee’s hair out of his face, caressing his cheek while his eyes slowly lowered again, “Nothin baby don’t worry about it.” Lee hummed while you continued to run your fingers through his hair.

Breaking the comfortable silence, “What’s the plan for today cowboy?” Lee sighed heavily before answering you, “ too many things. Got a meeting later with the people who stole my dad’s cattle.” You grimaced at the thought of him going off to meet with people who want him dead. “By the people do you mean Monica’s family.”

“Doesn’t matter who they are, they stole from us and now we have to get them back.” Lee’s groggy voice filled the room. You rolled on top of him, straddling his hips. “Doesn’t matter who or what they took, I just need you back here in one piece.” You leaned down to kiss him. He deepened the kiss, battling for dominance.

Lee broke the kiss, your foreheads touching as your chests heaved, “Be safe, last time you said they shot at you guys. ‘N Lee Dutton if I hear something like that happens I’m done, you’ll never see me again.” You kissed his chest before you laid your head on him.

Feeling a heavy hand caressing the back of your head, “Don’t worry darlin, be here tonight just a little late as usual. I’ll come back crawling to you if that’s all I can do.” He kissed the top of your head, “I’ll come back half dead, always coming back to you.”

Leaning up to kiss him for the last time before your alarms rang. “Don’t make empty promises cowboy.” Getting off of him and heading to the bathroom. “My promises are never empty.”

-

“God damnit Lee! Stay with me” Kayce shouted as he kicked the horse to go faster. Making their way to the chopper, “Dad, Rob-“ John cut him off by getting Lee off the horse. “Help me.” Throwing one of Lee’s arms over their shoulders, Lee’s shallow breathing, legs dragging as the Dutton’s tried their best to get him into the chopper.

“Find Y/n, tell her before the news.”

-

Water droplets on the ground as you looked at the empty bed. Knowing you’ll wake up to him accidentally slamming the door and apologizing. Getting in bed, shutting off the lights and making sure the alarms set for tomorrow, the old clock Lee insisted you used instead of a phone.

Phone ringing on the side table. Seeing it’s Kayce calling, probably calling to bitch about what your boyfriend did, hitting decline and powering it off. Closing your eyes and going to sleep.

Harsh bangs on the front door woke you up. Looking at the clock, seeing it had barely been five minutes since you shut your phone off. More bangs, opening the drawer in the side table, pulling out the gun Lee insisted you learned to use in case of these situations. Moving towards one of the windows, peaking out to see it’s Ryan and Rip.

Gun still in your hand as you unlocked the door. The bewildered men shouted at you to put on your jacket and put the gun down. “Can someone just tell me what’s going on!” Rip threw your jacket at you as Ryan put your shoes in front of you. Ryan made his way out and into the truck. You stared at Rip, waiting for him to say something, “No time sweetheart, explain in the truck, now we gotta go.” Rip said. Throwing everything on, Ryan waiting in the truck as Rip closed the front door behind the two of you.

-

“My god where are we going, you said you’d explain in the truck.” You’re in the back, watching as Ryan and Rip looked at each other. Neither wanting to say anything. 10 minutes is how long you’ve been in the truck and you’re thinking about jumping out instead. Leaving your phone was a mistake, there was a need in you, needing to hear Lee’s voice. Needing to see how he was doing or where he fuck he was.

“Give me a phone, I’m calling Lee and when I get him on the phone he’s gonna have both your asses.” Silence still stood amongst the men. You leaned in to make sure they could see your face. “Rip did you not fucking hear me! I said give me a fucking phone so I can call Lee, might as well call Beth, she’ll get your ass too.” Neither of them so as much flinched at your threats.

Visibly angry you sat back as you realized you were now in town. Speeding the entire way here but Rip’s foot got even heavier, flying through town when you made it to the hospital. Cop cars with their lights on, the personal vehicles of the Dutton family in the front of the parking lot. Ryan turned around to look at you as the truck made a full stop in front. “It’s Lee, meeting went wrong.”

You jumped out of the truck, stumbling as your feet made contact with the pavement. Running in the hospital, the receptionist looked at you with sorrow, reading the scared expression plastered across your face. “I- Lee Dutton where is he.” Fingers tapped on the keyboard in front of her. “ Are you a relative of some sort?” The words tumbled out without a thought, “His wife, I’m his wife.” She looked you in the eyes with a sad smile, “He is currently in surgery on the second floor Mrs. Dutton.” A quick thank you before you made your way to the elevator.

Thoughts raced through your mind as the elevator dinged on the second floor. The Dutton family sitting the waiting room, heads snapped towards the elevator door. Making eye contact with a blood shot eyed Jaime. The tears began falling as you made your over to him. Pulling you into a bone crushing hug, “I’m so sorry Y/n, he’s, he was.”

You could feel your heart drop when Jamie said was. Ringing in your ears as Jaimes mouth continued to move, not hearing a thing. John made his way over to you two. Standing next to Jamie. You cut through the two, heading towards an empty seat next to Beth.

“Can you just tell me what’s going on. Please Beth where’s Lee.” You choked on a sob as Beth’s eyes filled with tears. Taking out a cigarette. You snatched the lighter out of her hand. “God damnit it Beth just tell me!”

“Robert Long shot him over some fucking cattle.” Grabbing the lighter out of your hand before storming out.

You sat in shock, head in your hands as John came over to console you. “He’ll pull through, he’s a tough kid everyone knows it, he won’t leave you like this.”

-

It was hours before someone came and told you guys anything. Lee was alive, breathing on his own, could be seen but only two at a time.

Everyone looked at you and John, signaling you two were the first ones. Making your way to his room. Room 320, stopping right outside of the door. Too scared to go in and see what had become of the man you love. John put a hand on your shoulder, “You don’t need to see him right now, doc says he’ll be asleep for a few hours anyway, go eat something, rest a little.”

“Thank you for the offer but I don’t think your opinion in what I do matters at the moment.” Opening the door to see a pale faced Lee. Hooked up to machines, seeing his heartbeat somehow calmed yours. You moved towards the bed, taking a seat next to Lee, grabbing his hand in yours. You could feel the lump in your throat start to form again. Tears were slowly making their way down your cheeks all over again. You couldn’t be here.

Letting go of his hand and leaving the room. You were met with Jamie standing right outside the door, waiting for either of you to leave. He moved out of your way, calling after you but not following. Once you reached the first floor, asking to use the hospitals phone to call Ryan and get you the fuck out of there.

-

You couldn’t move out of the water. The once hot water that burned your skin was now freezing. Goosebumps filled your body. Feeling guilty for leaving Lee. For not being brave enough to face the situation head on. Leaving with your tail tucked after insulting the man whose son was lying in the hospital.

Your phone had been ringing for two hours now. Getting voicemail after voicemail from Beth. Wondering why the fuck you left. John calling just to check up on you as he put it. Jamie wanting you to come back to help deal with everything. You didn’t want to deal with everything.

Drying off, throwing on sweatpants and one of Lee’s hoodies. Checking your phone again, seeing a message from Beth, telling you Lee had finally woken up.

The front door opening, seeing Ryan standing there,”You have such good timing you know.” He chuckled before ushering you out, “Yeah well, credit goes to Beth, it’s like I can feel her anger through text, come on.” Turing to truck on and heading back to the hospital.

-

Room 320. The bold white letters stared back at you as you tried to go in again. John opened the door, seeing you through the little window. You stood outside in the hallway. Looking at the man you insulted 3 hours ago. “Been asking for you since he woke up. Doc says to not stress him any you know.” You nodded as he left the room. Leaving just you and Lee.

The tip of your nose started to tingle, water filling your eyes again for what seemed the hundredth time today. Except this time you were looking in the eyes of the man you love.

Those big soft brown eyes staring back into yours. Slowly making your way towards him. Carefully sitting next to him, trying to be as close to him as you could without causing any pain. “You’re treatin’ me like I’m gonna break, supposed to be the way ‘round.” He trying his best to put a smile on your face. A tight lipped grin made its way onto your face. You choked on a sob. Lee’s hand wiped the tears that were starting to fall again.

“Told you I’d come back darlin. Would never leave you here, never doing that to you.” Your sobs got louder when he spoke. Inching towards his chest, hearing him wince made you shoot right back up, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I didn’t mea-“ Index finger pressed softly against your lips. “Told you to never say sorry to me, something that’ll never need to happen. Now come here.” Lee moved a little to the side as best as he could. Wedging you between him and the bed guard. Laying down right next to him. Your head slightly resting in the side of his neck.

“Who told you,” Lee asked as you moved closer to his side. It took you awhile to answer him. Still not believing what was going on. Words stumbling out, “Beth.”

Lee hummed, “My sister’s always been great at delivering shitty news.” You let out a humorless chuckle, “Should find someone else to deliver news, she’ll probably start delivering punches instead of the news.” You could feel Lee laughing, “Yeah well it’s always her or Rip delivering something bad, ‘least Beth won’t whip out her flip phone to call you.” You laughed. “Rip and that fucking flip phone, don’t know how he gets Beth going when he whips that thing out.” Lee groaned in disgust as you continued to laugh, “Alright fun’s over, you ruined it.”

Lying in silence, listening to the heart monitor fill the air. Racking your brain to figure out something to say. Lee beat you to it, “Ya gonna leave me now?” A small grin was on his face. Made no sense to you, a man who was on the brink of death a few hours ago was grinning.

You hummed before answering him, “If I leave you now I think Beth’ll beat me up.” Lee silently laughed, agreeing with you, before you continued, “But I’m thinking you deserve one more chance.” Lee nodded his head, tipping his head towards the ceiling, “Thank you, scared me for a minute.” You smiled at his reaction.

Lee turned his head towards you, “Reach into my jacket pocket and pull out what’s in there.” Complying, getting out of the bed, to reach for Lee’s jacket on the chair near you. Grabbing the jacket, sitting down on the bed and searching the pockets when you pulled out a small black velvet box. You looked at Lee with confusion. Lee had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. “Open it.” Opening it to find a beautiful diamond ring, tears flooding your eyes as you stared at the ring, “Now I know this is probably the worst way to propose, in a hospital. I promise I planned everything out, was gonna have Gator make your favorite foods, go ride Ray and Loco after then propose in a field just somewhere out there but then you know this happened and what I’m trying to say is.“

Lee ended his long speech, grabbing your hand as you sat there in shock, looking into his eyes, “Y/n L/n, will you marry me?”

#mine #my writing #lee Dutton x reader #lee Dutton imagine #lee Dutton Yellowstone #Yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone imagine #Yellowstone #lee Dutton

[daintyduck99]

memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day for peterpatterlina plz!

Also tagging @jmrothwell, who asked for this prompt for any pairing, and @innytoes, who asked for it and Reggie/Anyone (it's probably not exactly what you had in mind but I got stuck on Julie being the one who had the bad day)

Julie trudges to her locker, wishing she could simply crawl inside it and power down like some kind of robot. She's really not in the mood…

"Julie!" 

…for rehearsal. She bites back a sigh. 

Luke and Reggie flank her locker, bouncing on their toes, and Julie just gives them a tight smile, sure that anything she'd say would be too sharp, or it would disappoint them, somehow.

Reggie falters, his own smile going wobbly with uncertainty. Luke, however, is unfazed, and he leans in closer, effectively blocking her from getting into her locker. 

"What?" she huffs, crossing her arms.

"We were just thinking that—it's Friday, and we should take a break. Get some snacks, watch some Buffy—"

"Paint our nails!" Reggie chimes in with renewed enthusiasm. "Just hang out."

Julie arches her eyebrows. Her eyes jump from one of them to the other before her gaze finally settles on Luke. 

"Really? Reggie, I can maybe believe, but Luke? You want to take a break from rehearsing? For 'girl stuff'?" 

"Yes?" 

He scrambles to say more as she scowls.

"Okay, maybe that's not exactly what I want. But we know you had a rough day! And we want to make it better. If that means taking a break from music to treat you—then we will. You're more important."

Julie can't help it. She softens her stance.

"Guys…you'd really do that? For me?" 

"Course we would, Jules," Reggie says warmly, wearing his widest, crookedest grin. He winks. "Special gals deserve some special treatment now and then."

A giggle escapes before she can stifle it, but Luke drowns it out when he speaks, extra loud in his own brand of enthusiasm.

"Exactly! Plus, Alex and Willie would probably love to replace our usual rehearsal time with a date. It's a win-win."

Julie smiles at the ground, then glances at them through her lashes. "Well…alright." 

They whoop and cheer, and she gives them five seconds to bask in their victory. 

"Can I get into my locker now, though?"

They freeze, flush, and stammer before finally scrambling out of the way, and Julie's laughter carries down the hall. She has to admit…she's feeling better, already. 

"You really know how to spoil a girl," she tells them later, accepting a grape from Luke, who's snuggled into her side, watching Buffy with…minimal complaints.

Reggie looks up from painting her toenails. 

"Not any girl. Just you, Julie." 

Luke hums in agreement, and Julie can't look at him. The affection in Reggie’s eyes alone is already too much, because…

There's no way they mean that the way it sounds, that they care for her the way she cares for them. It…it can't be that simple. 

But then Luke says, "He's right, boss. You're the only one we want to do this sort of thing for. Because—" 

"Oh—you couldn't have waited until I was done with her toes?" Reggie asks exasperatedly, because…oops. 

She giggles nervously and stops squirming, allowing him to continue without getting any more paint on her skin. 

"Sorry, Reggie." 

Luke just squawks. "I couldn't have waited? You cut right to the heart of it!" 

Julie holds up a finger, stalling the bickering. "Are we calling this a date?"

"That's how you cut to the heart of it," Reggie says through a grin. "I vote yes."

They look to Luke. He shrugs. 

"We can take you somewhere, if you'd rather do something more—dynamic."

Reggie hums knowingly. Julie just laughs.

"Is that what you actually want to do?" 

Luke splutters. "I—today's about you!" 

"Tomorrow, then. How's that sound?" 

"Yeah," he says dazedly. "Yeah, okay." 

And by the time their official date rolls around…she’s forgotten about the terrible start to her weekend entirely. 

#friends to lovers prompts #peterpatterlina #rukebox #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

[rosetheex-editor]

[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins from inside a car, the camera facing the road as someone can be heard sobbing as the car pulls into what looks like a graveyard. A person can barely be seen punching the ground in front of a grave, the car door opens and the camera changes position to someone's front shirt pocket. The person with the camera begins running, making the video go out of focus.]

?: NESS!

[Voice identified: Henry.]

H: Ness, thank god you're ok! I've been looking everywhere for you!

?: Go away henry…

[Voice identified: Ness.]

H: What do you mean go aw-

[Henry is interrupted by a rock being thrown in his direction, Ness remains looking at the ground, sobbing.]

Ne: GO AWAY, HENRY! LEAVE ME ALONE!

H: I…

Ne: WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME ABOUT MARINA?

H: I was going to tell you when you got home.

Ne: HOW LONG HAS SHE BEEN DEAD, HENRY?

H: Nes–

[Henry is interrupted by another rock.]

Ne: HOW. LONG?

H: 3 days. As of today, it's been three days.

Ne: W– Why didn't you tell me?

H: I couldn't find the right words, I didn’t know how.

[Ness grabs something out of a box, holding her hand out to Henry to show him, It’s a note. The note reads "Marina and I both had so much fun on the 16th! Honestly, if I were you, I’d be eating my heart out! Whoops! It looks like I already had a bite of hers. ;) –Cassius" in red. Ness' hand drops to the ground, dropping the note with it. she begins sobbing once again.]

H: …

Ne: Do you understand henry… What it's like to be working… then, you get a box that has the heart of someone you knew and cared about in it?!

H: Ness…

[Ness turns her head, her face covered in cuts and dirt tears running down her face, her eyes bloodshot from crying. She holds out the other thing in the box. A heart with a few bites taken out of it.]

Ne: HENRY. I HAD TO SEE HER HEART WITH A FUCKIN CHUNK TAKEN OUT OF IT! I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SAY GOODBYE! I'M HOLDING MARINA'S FUCKING HEART!

H: I'm sorry.

Ne: I DON'T WANT YOUR FUCKING SORRY, HENRY! SHE'S DEAD! SOMEONE I KNEW AND CARED ABOUT IS DEAD! A SORRY WON'T BRING MARINA BACK, HENRY! EVERYTIME I TURN AROUND SOMETHING HAPPENS TO PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT! MARI AND SARAH ARE STUCK IN THAT FUCKIN’ MALL! ROSE ALMOST DIED! MARINA HAS BEEN DEAD FOR THREE FUCKIN’ DAYS, AND NO ONE FUCKING TOLD ME!

H: I-

[Ness hops up and grabs Henry by the shoulders.]

Ne: You can't tell me it's gonna be ok! Because it's not! So go!

H: Rose is gonna kick my ass if I leave without you.

[Ness falls back to the ground, placing her head on the gravestone, her words muffled as she speaks.]

Ne: Tell her I'll be there later. You know why I'm here.

H: Yeah. You're apologizing to Leanne. Look, it’s not your fault Mari's missing. Just like it's not your fault Marina's gone.

Ne: I promised I'd make sure nothing happened to Mari… Just like Me and Marina promised each other to take care of one another. I'm a fuckin’ coward Henry.

H: There's nothing you could have done…

[Henry throws his car keys at Ness, she turns around and looks at him in confusion.]

H: I'll call an uber, be safe driving back and don't wreck my car.

Ne: Got it… Thanks for letting me stay here.

H: Yeah no problem. I'll tell Rose you just need some time.

[Henry bends down and gives Ness a hug, before standing back up and starting to walk off. Before he can actually leave, he's interrupted by Ness.]

Ne: Can we find her tomorrow? Marina?

H: Sure.

[Henry continues walking off, no words, just the sound of footsteps on gravel for 25 minutes before the transcript automatically ends.]

[End transcript.]

#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog

[redwolf17]

How is the progress on Bran I?

Funnily enough I was just about to post an update :)

Last night, I mean to write, and ended up rereading Sense & Sensibility instead. Today, I’m happy to report I got some writing done!

Bran I Update

Prose: 3,026

Outline: 1,641

AN: 299

Only 5 scenes left, none of them enormously long or convoluted. Hopefully it will be up tomorrow, and then we'll be back on our weekly schedule 🤞🏼 👀

Preview

AAhoooo.

Half a heartbeat later, the horn of winter burst apart, sending shards everywhere. The reaver clutched his face, blood trickling over his blue lips, his screams chasing the blue-grey star away. Later he could feel sorry for the old man and his daughter who fought and died atop the Hightower, for the folk of Oldtown lying slain and those who yet lived to battle fire and foe.

For now, though, the blue-grey star turned north. On and on he flew, growing more afraid with every mile. Was Lord Brynden right? Had the Wall fallen as he had foreseen, shattering to pieces like a pane of glass? The moon was a mere sliver, the night so dark he could barely see the long leagues racing by, until at last he came to a great cliff of ice. Cold and vast, the Wall loomed over the world like a giant, a sight so beautiful the blue-grey star could have whooped from the joy of his victory—

Instead, he fell back into his body to the sound of a woman's wail.

#the weirwood queen #always enjoy a good ask

[emptymanuscript]

I was all like: let's go to the store! I'm psyched. I'm pumped. I'm buying vegetables.

Whoops, should let the dogs out before I go.

Do I really actually want to go now?

I just had a shower. I've been standing up a while.

Maybe I'll let the dogs out in the back yard and sit while they play.

Maybe I'll just sit here a while and recuperate from all that standing.

Maybe I'll go to the store later.

Maybe I'll go to the store tomorrow.

Do I actually NEED to go to the store?

There's string cheese in the fridge.

Mmm, string cheese. Fuck, I'm tired now. I guess it was a shower day.

And that's how I didn't go to the store today. :p

...

How do people survive life? I ask you. How did I survive life? I mean I was never really a boundless font of energy but I did used to go to all day. I wasn't all done with life because I stood for forty minutes or so.

*sigh*

#lords of pain #chronic pain #out of spoons

[fizzingwizard]

Taichi Yagami Week Day 3 Prompt: Mentor

(Unedited... didn't have time today. Also this is the last ficlet I have prepped sooo we'll see if I can stay awake tomorrow to write a couple more xP)

Mentor: (noun) a wise and trusted counselor or teacher.

Taichi is ten years old, and giddy with excitement as he watches the soccer ball sail down the field. It rolls right up to him, like some sort of sign, and without even thinking his leg swings out and his feet pound over the grass.

He keeps going until he’s well in the opponent’s territory. Defense starts to close in. The window of opportunity narrows, he’s about to trip, he has to shoot now -

“Taichi! Over here!”

Again, he acts without thinking. The ball spikes upward, and the side of his foot hits it with just enough power to send it flying to the left.

Sora leaps off the ground and heads it straight into the net.

There’s a smattering of cheers. Flat on his back, the clouds spiraling above, Taichi struggles to catch his breath. His jersey is smeared with dirt. Sora runs up to him and holds out a hand.

“Good work, Taichi.”

“You too,” he says as she helps him to his feet. “That shot was amazing.”

She grins ear to ear. She’s buzzing with the thrill just like him. That was the first time she scored a goal, he realizes. No wonder her smile is so big.

They make their way to join the rest of the team. Coach waves them in, stooping to look them in the eyes.

“You guys did great,” he says, and someone lets out a whoop. “I mean it. Great play, Yagami.”

Taichi’s chest swells with pride.

“You should all watch Yagami. That’s what it takes to win: nothing less than everything you’ve got.” Coach ruffles hs hair. “Now,” he says, “let’s talk about the next match…”

It’s not until much later, when he’s home, washed, and fed, that Taichi remembers Coach never praised Sora.

In fact, Coach never has too many words for Sora. He’s always yelling at Taichi for some reason or other. Sora’s not a troublemaker, so Coach doesn’t need to call her out. But he could at least tell her good job for scoring her first goal.

He must have forgotten. He’ll say something at the next practice for sure.

But he doesn’t. Not at the next practice, or the one after it. Or at the next game. Not the next time Sora scores a goal all by herself. Not even when they leave the team for middle school.

At some point, Taichi thinks, someone should have asked him about it. But by the time it occurred to him to say something, it always felt like the moment had passed. Coach must have his reasons - he’s said in passing that he’s nervous about having girls on the same team with boys. Afraid they’ll get themselves hurt. Coach knows everything about soccer. Of course, he must know Sora’s a great player, but maybe he’s afraid praising her in front of the group will make her a target for the rambunctious boys. It must be something like that.

Sora doesn’t join the soccer team in middle school. She can’t, really: there isn’t a girls’ team and the boys’ team has never had a female member. Taichi suggests she could be the team manager, unprepared for the withering glare this earns him.

“I don’t want to manage,” she says in an unusual bout of stubbornness. “I want to play. I want to chase the ball as fast as I can and feel the wind in my hair.”

He understands, really he does. After all, that’s what he likes best about soccer too. But there’s nothing to be done. It can’t be helped that she’s a girl.

“It’s probably for the best.” He tries to sound reassuring. “I mean, it’ll be hard for you to play soon anyway.”

She glances up. “What do you mean?”

“Well, like, you’ll get breasts, right? And I bet those make it hard to run fast.”

She wants to slap him.

She doesn’t, but he can tell she wants to.

His cheek stings the rest of the day: the phantom of best intentions.

—

Taichi is eleven years old and a weird mustachioed dude who looks positively ancient won’t stop bothering him.

“Does he have to shake me around like that?” he complains as they settle into their futons in the underwater sanctuary. Fish swim by the window, their eyes as wide as hubcaps.

“Come on,” Jou scoffs. “Gennai’s so old, how strong can he be?”

“Tell that to my headache.”

“Maybe if you didn’t mouth off all the time,” Yamato chimes in, sweet as candy, as usual. Taichi doesn’t know what it is but this kid just flat out doesn’t like him. Now and then it seems they’ve reached a turning point - but before long they wind up turning right back around.

Their little group is odd and mismatched. In their normal lives there wouldn’t be much reason for them to be around each other. Maybe that’s why they butt heads so often. Taichi wants one thing, Yamato wants another. Koushirou wants something different but doesn’t know how to ask. Jou wants everyone to listen to him; Mimi wants to do her own thing. Sora just wishes everyone could get along for a full five minutes.

But lately it feels as though they’ve begun to come together, like a patchwork quilt. Taichi can’t take credit for the simile - Takeru came up with it. Apparently he likes to read. For a little kid, he’s full of surprises. (Taichi doesn’t even know what a patchwork quilt looks like.) They have a goal now: to find the eighth child. It’s the first time any of this “adventure” has felt intentional, like there’s rhyme and reason to everything that happens, instead of the pure chaos of school kids trying not to set themselves on fire.

Yamato will probably always be a pest, Taichi muses, but fortunately he, Taichi, is not the type to let that get on his nerves. He spreads out on top of the blanket and goes to sleep.

Some hours later, he has to pee, and wanders alone into the hall.

Voices murmur from a distance. The mystery is too alluring; he follows them (he doesn’t need to pee that bad). When he comes close to a high, carved doorway, the voices sharpen and he recognizes those inside as Koushirou and their strange guide, Gennai.

“So all Digimon fall into one of the same three categories - Vaccine, Data, and Virus?”

“Exactly right,” says the crackly old voice, and Gennai begins a complicated lecture that Taichi can’t make heads or tails of, but which is probably crystal clear to that brainiac Koushirou. (He thinks this without a shred of resentment: Koushirou works incredibly hard and deserves every bit of praise.)

Even though he doesn’t understand, Taichi lingers in the hall, eavesdropping, until it occurs to him that eavesdropping isn’t a habit which most people encourage. If he’s caught, there might be trouble. So he slinks into the shadows a bit when the door opens and waits until Koushirou bids Gennai good-night and heads back to the guest room. Then Taichi makes a show of yawning as he shuffles into the light spilling from the doorway.

“Ah, hi Gennai. I got lost looking for the bathroom, heh heh.”

Gennai raises one bushy gray eyebrow. “Lost, that’s a good word for what you are.” He cackles some more. “Lost like all of us. The question is, will you be able to find your way out?”

Taichi blinks. “... Uh. I think I can? If I keep going until I see the fish through the glass walls, that will take me back to the guest room.”

Gennai nods. He nearly always keeps his hands clasped behind his back. It makes it seem as if he’s holding some surprise out of sight. “Good. And, if you find your way back, will you also be able to lead the way for others?”

Why would the others need him to lead the way? They were all better at remembering this sort of stuff. Sora and Yamato both paid attention to directions, and no one could work out a maze like Koushirou. So Taichi gives a shrug. “Sure, why not,” he says.

“Are you certain?” Gennai leans in. His closest eye becomes as big as the fish eye in the window. The glow from the doorway gives his bald head a comical gleam. “It’s not the sort of thing you can promise and then ignore, my friend. You don’t have to promise, either. You could say no and that would be just fine.”

This feels like a trap somehow. Taichi squints down his nose. “... What happens if I do say no?”

“Well, they’ll stay lost,” answers Gennai, with unusual frankness.

“What! You said they would be fine!”

“I said it would be fine not to make a promise,” Gennai corrects him. “More fine than to promise and then not persist.”

Taichi groans. “I never know what you’re talking about.” Useless old geezer.

“That’s fine too. You don’t need to know as long as you understand.”

“That makes even less sense.” Taichi pivots on his heel, intent now on finding the bathroom before his bladder bursts. “You should go to bed. Maybe after a few hours’ sleep, you’ll sound less like Yoda.”

“Ah, Yo-yo Ma,” Gennai sighs. “I’m a big fan.”

Shaking his head, Taichi leaves him standing in the light.

—

“Dream big.”

What kind of advice is that?

Take your own advice, you blowhard. How could you make me leave you behind. How could you leave me like this - to wonder forever if there’s something I could have done to save you if I were just a little smarter or faster or less clumsy.

“Dream big.” Like you?

Was it your dream to work for this organization that treats Digimon like science experiments? To watch me and my friends scramble around trying to prevent the Reboot and do nothing to help? Was it your dream to get used by your only friend? Total powerlessness - yeah, that’s dreaming big, alright.

I hate you.

Taichi can’t make himself leave the pod. It’s such a tight fit that he should be full-on claustrophobic by now, but he can’t bring himself to care. Maybe he’ll stay inside it until the world explodes, nice and cozy.

Taichi is seventeen and right this moment has more dark thoughts filling his head than the rest of the world combined. Thoughts of death, and the death of dreams. There was blood on the floor, he’s sure of it now, although in that control room he’d managed to block it out for the most part. Action was important; thinking could come later.

Now he’s left with nothing to do but think.

Nishijima-sensei is dead.

And, despite the accusations Taichi hurls at his ghost one after another, he knows they’re lies. Because, in the end, Nishijima-sensei couldn’t play the passive observer anymore, and that’s what killed him.

There’s no good reason for it, but from the start Taichi found himself looking up to Nishijima-sensei as a mentor of sorts. Maybe it was because he knew him first as a teacher at school - but Taichi has never been the type to look for role models among his teachers just because they were close in proximity. Something about Nishijima-sensei struck a chord with him, however. It made no sense - Nishijima-sensei only ever acted like Himekawa-san’s lackey. Only ever seemed disinterested in Taichi and his friends’ successes and failures. But even now, after all he’s learned, Taichi can’t help but feel like Nishijima-sensei was a kindred spirit. Someone who understood what propelled Taichi to fight on.

“Dream big,” because you can’t afford not to.

It feels like a very long time passes, but in fact Taichi hauls himself out of the pod only ten minutes later, and begins the long trudge back to civilization. Back to Tokyo, back to his friends who are surely fighting desperately under that coal black sky this very minute. Without him.

He stops by a fence. It would be so easy to turn around. Go back to the pod. Let it be his coffin. Put an end to the dreaming.

His feet start to move again.

It would be easy to do nothing. Say nothing. Be nothing.

He crosses the train tracks.

So easy to die.

He might be dying right now - hands are strangling him. One called ‘duty,’ one called ‘debt.’ They claw at his throat, putting a stopper on every breath.

Taichi walks on. A conviction rises.

He’s going to kill Meicoomon.

Not ‘put down,’ not ‘end her misery.’ No pretty-sounding words. He intends to take responsibility for his actions. It’s not ‘the only way’ - it’s just the only way to protect what he wants to protect.

Sensei, from now on, that’s my dream. I promise to protect what I want to protect. Even if it means sacrificing something else. I’m sorry I’m not wise enough to think of a better path. But I can’t stand still. I can’t pretend I didn’t see anything. Besides, if I mess up bad enough, Yamato will definitely punch me for it.

Sensei. I won’t admire anyone anymore. Whatever the consequences, I’ll go down my own path. Whether the others follow me, whether I lose them all, either way, I accept the risk.

Meet me at the other side.

#taichi yagami week #taichi yagami #digimon #fizz writes

[cassurrjoybell-30]

Howling Love - Epilogue

*Warning Adult Content*

Amille Laurent

I had always thought my inability to speak and my apparent disposition or lack thereof would lead to me having no one to love, to hold or live this life with, how wrong was I.

I had wanted a perfect love story for my dad and be content with just being my father's overly pampered child.

I guess it didn't work out like that.

I got my own epic love.

He loves me, he cares for me, he's a teddy bear and he understands me after I explain things about three times and he's huge.

I mean yeah... I mean he's huge and most of all he's my mate.

His wolf is my best friend and I'm in love with them both, as cheesy as it sounds.

I couldn't be happier.

"How do you even know?" Camryn argued as we stood in the baby section of the large shop we were in.

We were looking for a congratulations you're pregnant sort of present for dad, of course I doubt he even knew he was pregnant.

'I just know okay, don't read into it,' I argued and he scoffed.

"Well I'm not about to go through this whole damned aisle if you don't tell me swordfish," he was pouting and trying to throw a cute tantrum.

'Okay, calm down boy-scout, I'll tell you,' I tried but inevitably he knew I wasn't going to tell him because he would be doing it on me so he can find out if he scored.

I had suspicion but that was secondary.

"No you won't," he grumbled like the neanderthal he was, and he knew me so well.

'How do you know that?' I demanded using my phone and he snickered.

"I know it because you don't want me to..." he paused as I set my eyes on him intently, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"Okay fine cup-cake," he groaned and I laughed taking his hand and we walked down the aisle checking for more options.

I hadn't revealed to my mate that I could physically speak now, even my own family didn't know.

Why?

Because I knew they would make a fuss over it but for Camryn I wanted him to know, today, that's why I had planned our picnic later of course it wasn't much of a surprise since he carried most of picnic stuff and put them in the car.

I still had another surprise or two.

"Finally found you," Dean was heaving.

Orlando was almost fine, Maxine was more or nearly fainting as they all stood in front of us.

"What's wrong?" Camryn demanded but Orlando stepped in.

"No nothing, they're just being dramatic," he mused as he came forward.

"We just needed the Alpha's signature on these, finalized documents on territory expansion and the building of that Arts building where wolves will learn to channel their inner rage into something useful, like paying art," he explained with a wink my way and I couldn't help chuckle as I left Camryn's side and moved to hug Maxine.

She was now alright after the whole incident.

We both had gone through therapy and it had been truly helpful.

I also hugged Dean who rumbled like a cat.

'How are you?' I asked.

I knew he was going through something after finding out Orlando was indeed his mate and also that his mom had fallen in love again and after so long, the expectancy that she would get back with his dad was there but now it seemed it wasn't, he hadn't taken it well but he was adjusting well.

"I'm getting better every day, aside from Orlando molesting me every two seconds, horny bastard," he grumbled and we both laughed as Max nudged me.

"So you're gonna do it?" she asked and I couldn't help notice how her golden skin was practically glowing.

She had been up to something with my younger cousin but that was their business, for now.

'I am, it's time and since Carter along with Alpha Lincoln and Carter's mate arrive tomorrow, it's good timing, they will be breaking bones.' I excitedly replied.

"Can you be less excited about us all getting our asses whooped," Dean grumbled and I laughed even more so.

'No, not gonna happen,' I replied just as I felt my mate behind me.

'Put me down tyrant,' I yelled in his mind but he just laughed showing me off like a prize he had won.

"Never," he roared. "You take this, pay for it, go to the house, there are art supplies there, and a printer, you're going to make this, the prettiest congratulations you're having a baby onesie, if you don't, ten laps each," my neanderthal ordered before smacking my ass eliciting a moan from me which made me blush and the others chuckle knowingly.

"Chocolate-mousse, control yourself we're in public," my mate reprimanded and I rolled my eyes, he was the one cause of my outburst.

'You're the one doing it,' I argued as the others just waved us off.

"Ten laps," Camryn yelled when we were a distance apart making me groan whilst I was still over his shoulder and our friends no family, were now laughing.

I was mated to an idiot who was parading me in large shop over his shoulder and growling at everyone who came close and yet, I really found it endearing and a turn on that he didn't care who was there.

I was his first and that would never change.

Camryn groaned as he kissed me, body almost crushing mine as his seed warm and thick coated my walls over and over again.

I was used to how huge he was and the feeling of how it felt like the first time every time, with the lack of excruciating pain.

He knew how to make me cum over and over too, until all I felt was unexplainable bliss.

He was good at that.

We continued our tongue clash until Rha-Es was satisfied with releasing control over their body but not his member that was still in me until he was satisfied no seed would spill out, werewolf tendencies.

I knew sooner than I had anticipated I would be showing signs of possible conception.

I didn't know exactly what was going on in me but I knew... I just knew.

After he was completely flaccid and still seeming like he was semi-hard my mate finally slumped down next to me on the blanket we had brought and held me to his chest.

"You please me so much, my love," he whispered with hooded eyes.

"That's because I'm in love with you, Camryn Tyrant Summer," I replied, not with the link or my cell-phone but with my own voice and his eyes popped open, his whole form sitting upright.

"Did you just... did I hear?" he questioned bewildered and I nodded.

"Amille, that's... you're amazing," he whispered as his large arms engulfed me.

I could feel his happiness pouring through me because of our bond.

His wolf as well and then I felt tears on my shoulder.

"Camryn," I whispered and he just sighed.

"I never thought I'd love anything or anyone as much as I love you, voice or not you're amazing, you're perfect and you're resilient. I'm so grateful that I get to have you as my mate. That I get to be blessed with you in this life and next ones. I promise mate, you complete me," he finished as we both cried, that had been the most beautiful thing Camryn had ever told me yet I felt it was true for me and I let him feel it through our bond as we both calmed down.

"I love you Amille Laurent and I know one day very soon, you'll be a Summer," he rasped out and as we parted I looked at him questioningly.

"What are you planning?" I question and he shook his head in refusal.

"Nothing at all my love," he replied and I snickered dropping the sheet that was wrapped around both of us.

"So you won't tell me?" I asked straddling him and rubbing myself on his hardening member which certainly made him groan.

"No. I..." he paused as I held his now hard cock and slowly I inserted myself but not all the way.

"You sure?" I asked again and he looked positively wild, almost at breaking point.

"Please, short-stack, please my mate. Just all the way in, fuck," he groaned and growled.

"Tell me," I asserted.

"Yes, I'll tell you just stop torturing me, I'm going to ask dad for his blessing to marry you, fuck yes," he yelled as he also thrust up and his member went all the way in, I'm sure the whole forest heard him since we were actually in the woods, a beautiful sunset painting the sky as my mate and I made love all over again.

"That was the best sex of my life," Camryn confessed as he slumped down on his back... I was still impaled by his member laid on his chest.

"So you want to marry me?" I asserted and he nodded caressing my cheek and his fingers running through my hair.

"I want everyone, human and werewolf alike, to know you're mine," he whispered and I simply smiled, he was a dead set romantic yet I was all for it.

"One last surprise before the sun's truly set, go get that veiled mystery painting in the car," I told him after we were good on completely separating.

"Yes dear," he replied then went off to the car which was close by and brought the painting over.

We both sat down wrapped in the sheet again as I tore off the cover of the painting and a visible gasp came from Camryn.

"Is that the day you and Rha-Es had that heart to heart?" he asked and I nodded. 

"It's so life like, so real, you captured it so well," he mumbled and I chuckled.

"That's because I lived it and I wanted it like that, you're not just my mate, he is too," I stated as Camryn's eyes glowed green for a moment.

Rha-Es knew, as our fingers entwined and we both were happy to stay in this moment with Camryn being fascinated more and more with the painting.

We weren't perfect but we had each other and we would do anything for each other.

"So you want to stay here a bit longer? The fireflies are coming out," Camryn mentioned and I nodded.

"As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter where we are," I replied and he held me closer, the fireflies making our moment last a lifetime.

[many-gay-magpies]

ok so i will get to your other ask later bUT I SAW AN INVITATION TO SHARE MY IDEAS ABOUT THE DARK MOON BOYS HIDING OUT IN A TRAVELING CIRCUS AND BY GOD I WILL TAKE IT. anyways i imagine this happening pretty soon after the escape, where they do have a pretty good handle on their powers (they’ve had them since birth, anyway) but are still grappling with the vampire bit a little and just need to Sit for a while and Think without arousing either civilian or orphanage suspicions, which is really hard to do if you’re trying to brainwash people into letting you stay by their homes or hopping into a different barn every night. but when they see the tent of a traveling circus pop up on the outside of whatever town they’ve landed in, heli and jakah look at each other and just Know. it’s almost too easy.

a circus provides both a stable living situation but with Constant movement as it goes from town to town- gives them time to think without worrying about the orphanage finding them since they’re here today and gone tomorrow. and as for civilian suspicion, the circus is where all the (for lack of a better word) “freaks” go. the outcasts, people who are Different and ran away. either way, it makes for a more interesting act the freakier you are. so it’s safe, mostly

and for once, they’re not freaks. they’re just another circus act, weirdly normal. they’re so used to blending their powers with play and daily life it’s second nature- shion’s mesmerization plus heli’s telepathy makes for a good fortune teller stand (im imagining the kind of circus with like . a fair set up outside the tent with booths? one of those old-style ones). come to think of it the anti-grav would make shion a good tightrope walker and heli could learn the sword swallowing trick (to explain why he carries his mysterious big sword around all the time). noa can climb just about anything and can use his shadow powers to build a reputation as an escape artist (“you blink and he’s disappeared! vanished into the shadows!), solon’s got a special touch with animals so he teams up with the lion tamer, jakah and jaan have the classic super speed and super strength, and jino :D jino is the best fire-eater the circus has ever seen ! he does the “jump through the ring of fire” thing every show without fail and comes out grinning every time. and remember that thing we mentioned with the kitchens and jino scaring the shit out of someone by crab-walking in? probably bc he picked up some skills from the circus’s actual contortionist and enjoys using it still! i imagine the circus as a more peaceful era for them because for once their powers don’t put targets on their backs. BUT what if . what if that’s where they learn the hard lesson that just because someone has powers that doesn’t make them “one of us.” i have an idea of them living (relatively) happily at the circus and becoming closer to the crew, learning their stories and sharing some of their own, and getting close to someone particular who may have powers like them, but they end up being an informant and the orphanage shows up to drag the boys away, and in the battle they have to watch their beloved circus burn to the ground

- vrvr anon

YES YES GIMME. ik ive waited uhh,, *checks calender* FIVE DAYS to answer this but it still remains that i have been extremely excited to answer it whenever i finally got around to stopping forgetting about it.

this is so much!!! its SO MUCH and to be clear i mean that very very affectionately. im like that shark in the part of a fisherman's boat where they put all the fish they catch. a travelling circus would be SO PERFECT for them, especially early on, because like you said, its both a stable living situation AND provides constant movement, which is exactly what the vampires need to stay under the orphanage's radar. the brothers can actually SETTLE for once without having to worry about constantly having eyes on the back of their head (except, WHOOPS, the irony.. not that they know it yet). and, since its earlier on in their travelling days, maybe there not so accustomed to being on the run yet, and a consistent living situation is like a call home to them...

all the acts you came up with for them are so impeccably fitting-- shion and heli as fortune tellers! shion as a tightrope walker! jino as the circus's best fire-swallower/dancer YES!! and heli learning the sword-swallowing trick would be so neat (to be honest im still not entirely sure how that works LMAO). i can also picture shion as a trapeze swinger or silk aerialist because, again, assistance from his anti-grav powers would help him pull off those acts flawlessly. and maybe he and jino could do the jumping-through-a-ring-of-fire act together-- jino ignites the hoop, and shion uses his anti-gravity to jump through! aND YES JINO PICKING UP TECHNIQUES FROM THE CIRCUS'S CONTORTIONIST THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA :0!!!

i have so many thoughts about the brothers just. LIVING in a travelling circus. like if its one of those ones where they travel from town to town in a procession of carriages, the brothers probably have their own caravan where they sleep, eat, get ready for shows, everything-- theyre all (or mostly at least) in different acts and usually different acts get sectioned off into different caravans, but because they're brothers they arranged to live together (and if the caravan provides a safe place for them to let loose with their powers in nobody but each others' presence, none of their colleagues have to know). i can imagine heli getting REALLY good with the little kids that come up to his fortune-telling booth wanting to know their future, leading to him developing a fondness for children far into HIS future (<//3). and i bet circus life helps prepare them for the lives they don't even know they're going to have yet: they get used to making friends and then leaving them, because they know they're just going to be moving to the next town in a week, anyway. they get used to acting like people they're not and putting up fronts-- and even though it's just for fun in the circus, even though they're playing characters in their acts, the knowledge certainly comes in handy.

now though youve got me thinking about the idea of an informant being planted in the circus by the orphanage... because on the one hand, it could just be a flat-out evil/antagonistic person meant to turn the boys over to the orphanage and teach them a "lesson" about never trusting people, but also... if it's someone that has powers like the brothers do, wouldnt they have to have been made by the orphanage, too? and, yeah, maybe by now the orphanage has figured out how to give fully-formed adults magical powers via pill or whatever so it's just one of their operatives given a power to make the brothers trust them, but i like making things way more complicated than they have to be, so.

maybe the plant was raised in the orphanage, just like the boys were, only a little later on-- maybe, by now, the orphanage hasn't figured out how to give adults powers, but they HAVE figured out how to give humans powers without it killing them. so, this is a person, probably intended to be nothing but an experiment/soldier since they were basically a baby-- except, unlike the brothers, they never escaped. they were raised and turned into this soldier and then, at a certain age, they were sent out to track down the seven escaped "failures". theyve never been in the real world before, not really- never known the taste of freedom, free will, uncontrolled action. of course, they still have to stay on track to complete their mission and they have to report back to the orphanage regularly, but... theyre on their own. who's to say they cant have a little fun while they're at it? they join a travelling circus at the approval of their orphanage superiors, because, for the same reasons the brothers think it's a good place for them to hide, its an equally good place to search for them: constantly on the move, undercover, and the perfect place to hide in plain sight, the informant can search for the escapees in every town they visit without arising suspicion-- only to be surprised when the escapees come to THEM. it's almost too good to be true.

they don't act yet, though-- because they don't know for sure that its them, they dont want to be wrong and mess it all up. so they wait, biding their time, watching the seven brothers and attempting to get close enough to them for them to slip up and reveal something. as things progress, the plant and the brothers get closer and closer, the brothers opening up more and more; really, they've all but said it outright, now, the informant should just report them and be done with it. but... they're so nice-- they don't seem dangerous at all. theyre hurt, although they never talk about it; they seem so scared, all the time, of everything. and... the informant's never had a home like this before. so they wait, and wait, until the seven brothers practically give themselves up and by that point it's unavoidable. the informant completes their mission: the orphanage comes, a fight happens, the circus burns to the ground. it's an utter disaster. but the informant can't help but feel a little happy when they hear that the brothers have evaded capture once again.

also, last thing i promise, this gives me the additional sad thought of the brothers crossing paths with a survivor from the circus years later. that's a memory-wipe none of them really recover from.

#i did NOT intend to talk that much about the concept of a plant at the circus but well i see a potential for a complex character and i leap #-for it apparently #also sorry this took me like seven days to fully answer and publish. whoops #asks #anon 📝 #vrvr anon #dark moon #dark moon universe

[anamelessdragon]

Cold Frame | Chapter 26 | 3k

by NamelessDragon (@anamelessdragon)

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Summary:

“Steve. You need to go.”

“What if I didn’t?”

“Changed your mind already? And after only one dance. I’m not sure if I should be self-congratulatory or deeply worried.”

“I can stay another day.”

“And then what? Another, and another? You’d be trapped in a time bound by strict rules of non-interference and complete anonymity. How long would you be willing to abide by such rules? Because I’ll tell you now, I have loved you with all of my heart, but I don’t think even I would have the fortitude to simply sit back if I had the leverage present in your situation.”

“Well, maybe I want something more than that leverage.”

“I believe you. The way you felt, pressed against me…you’ve waited so long for this. Tell me it would not kill you to stand back and watch others fight the battles that you already know the endings to.”

Silence.

“You’re smart enough not to lie to me, at least.”

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A mostly-dead Loki shows up face-planted in Bucky’s garden one day while Steve’s over for lunch. (Throws Infinity War/Endgame deaths and other parts of canon out the window.)

Pairings/Characters: Slow burn Loki/Steve/Bucky, past Steve/Peggy, referenced Sam/Bucky UST.

Warnings: Chapter 26 - UST, angst

Author’s Note: Hey all! Work has been Very Busy once again, so I haven't managed to quite catch up with comments just yet. I'm posting this at near 2 AM because I was frustrated with my lack of free time for creativity and I cut into my sleep schedule to get enough to finish it. ;)

Read on AO3.

#nameless fic #cold frame #not tagging everything I usually do because tiiiirrrred #time to sleep for 4 1/2 hours #I will regret this tomorrow #I mean later today it's after midnight WHOOPS

[skruttet]

I know it’s been posted before but. imma post the sleepover scene tomorrow cause I’ll never get over how adorable and gay it is & Japanese Snufkin delivers the lines so well wdlfldjsk he sounds so happy 😭

#i say ‘tomorrow’ but technically i mean ‘later today’ since it’s almost 2am whoops

[likeappletrees]

windows update 1809 deleted all of the files on my computer. so that happened

#personal #it is 3:24 am #and i have been trying to restore my files since nine pm #i have work tomorrow #whoops i mean today #later #very soon

[bucky-barmes]

☾✧✧✧ Is that my shirt? ✧✧✧☽

nondescript reader x Bruce Banner

In which you stay the night at the Avengers Tower unbeknownst to Bruce and he wonders how you got his shirt.

[ a/n: okay well i lost the prompt list this was from so that's fun ]

[ word count: 958 words (this was supposed to be a fun kinda short thing whoops)

includes: shy boi Bruce, Tony actually being a decent human being, slightly fluffy, unspoken feels????? -18 friendly

[ all works are my own, do not repost, translate or any other sort of thing, no consent is given ]

☾✧✧✧✧✧✧☽

"Shit, is that the time?" You gawked at your watch showing almost 1am. "Bruce, I'm sorry, I gotta go." You grabbed your coat as you walked to the door of his lab. "Gotta take the subway and all." All you could do was offer him a sheepish smile. You hated leaving work unfinished, but at this rate you were nowhere near finishing up the study.

Bruce fiddled with his glasses, looking like he wanted to say something, but his brows furrowed.

"No, that's alright Y/N, it's pretty late." He slid his glasses back on. "Uh- make sure you get home safe. Text me when you're home." Ever the gentleman, but something told you that's not all he wanted to say.

"Always do." Your head tilted at him as you shrugged your coat on. "See you later today, I guess." A smirk traced your lips but was replaced with a grimace at the thought of having to be up at 7am.

As you made your way to the elevator you see Tony making his way out of the kitchen.

"Night, Tony, see you tomorrow." You gave him a short wave, not intending to stop for a chat.

"Woah, woah, woah, where are you going?" Tony almost demanded, hands up to stop you from stepping further.

"Home. Believe it or not I actually have my own one of those, I just choose to live my life here."

"At this time of night? You've got to be joking. Didn't Bruce tell you you can crash here?" Your eyebrow quirked at that. Was that why he was so nervous when you left?

"No, he failed to mention that." Your eyes narrowed in thought. "But if the offer still stands, I'd love to take you up on it. The subway at this time is not fun." Another grimace, this time at the thought of riding the subway by yourself at 1am.

"Always." Tony had already started leading you down the hall as he spoke, pointing to a door close to Bruce's lab. "That's one of the spare rooms, head in and I'll grab you some stuff."

You weren't quite sure what stuff was, but you didn't have to wait long for Tony's return. You had barely walked into the room and taken your coat off when he came in with a handful of fabric.

"Some towels and robe in case you want to shower, and a change of clothes- well, a fresh shirt. I doubt you'd fir any of our pants and Nat isn't here to ask." Tony shrugged, handing you the surprisingly neatly folded pile. Definitely not his work.

"You're the best, Tony." You take the pile appreciatively, glancing at your watch as you do. "I'll see ya' in the morning."

The rest of the night goes quickly, too quickly. A groan escapes your lips as you alarm starts blaring, slapping your hand onto your phone screen in an attempt to hit the snooze button. Then, the thought of an Avengers grade shower sprung to mind. It had to beat your shitty trickle of a shower back at your apartment.

Safe to say that was the best shower you had ever had. Nothing beat actual water pressure, but the waterfall shower head was a nice added bonus.

Stepping back into the room from the ensuite, you had the robe wrapped tightly around you. As comfortable as it was, you didn't think it was exactly appropriate to wear into the kitchen for breakfast. You were technically in your workplace after all.

Your eyes ran over the crumpled pile of your clothes from the day before, nose crinkling at the thought. Definitely not something you wanted to put back on. Then your eyes wandered over to the extra t-shirt Tony brought in for you. Well, it wasn't like you had any other options.

"I mean, it could definitely be worse." You murmured to yourself, looking over the outfit in the mirror. It was oversized, but not quite enough to be a t-shirt dress. You fished around in your bag, remembering the pair of comfy shorts you keep in your bag in case of emergencies, a triumphant "ah-ha" falling from your lips as your grabbed them out.

With the shorts now pulled on, you padded down the hall to the kitchen. Today was just going to have to be a casual Friday, on a Wednesday.

In the kitchen you were met with a chorus of questioning "good morning?" from the team, including Bruce. Clearly Tony had forgot to mention to any of them that you had stayed the night.

"You're here early, Y/N." Steve observed, taking a sip of his coffee as he eyed your choice of attire.

"Oh, I- uh, actually stayed the night." You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly as you explained. "It was almost 1am by the time Bruce and I finished up, so Tony offered for me to say." A smile made its way to your lips as Bruce placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of you.

"Is that my shirt?" Bruce stared down at your outfit, head tilted in confusion. "I mean- sorry- it's just, that looks like one of my-" "Just keep digging, big boy." Tony slapped him on the back as he walked past towards the sink. "Yes, it is yours. I thought it was only fair as you didn't offer for poor Y/N to stay the night."

Your eyes widen and Bruce smiled timidly. "Sorry, Y/N, I wanted to, just couldn't get the words out."

"It's alright, you wouldn't have got to see me in your shirt if you did." You offer him a cheeky wink. "Besides, I think I look quite good in it." "Better than me."

#bruce banner #bruce banner oneshot #bruce banner imagine #bruce banner headcanon #bruce banner x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #marvel x reader #avengers #avengers oneshot #avengers imagine #avengers headcanon #avengers x reader #hulk #hulk oneshot #hulk imagine #hulk headcanon #hulk x reader #mark ruffalo

[writertitan]

As the World Caves In

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 3449

themes: levi’s pov, certified levi angst, lots of pining, levi just needs a hug tbh, song fic request that i think fits the vibe of the song

requested by anon

War.

All Levi can see is war. Everywhere, every second, every hour. It was all he had ever seen, from the moment he’d been born. He had long accepted that war was as inevitable as breathing. With that acceptance had also come the knowledge that that was all he would ever see. Only the gore, the death, the filth of war.

His feet ache as he trudges down the street alongside his horse, the reins loosely gripped in one hand as he keeps his head down, too tired to face the curious gazes of civilians. The evening rain splatters relentlessly atop his head and dribbles down his cheeks and soaks into his sullied uniform; the rain has always bothered him, but it is especially bothersome today.

He is here to fight for the beauty of humanity, but it isn’t a beauty he would ever get the chance to see for himself. That beauty was for those who came after him. He would suffer for them, he’d face the ugliness for them, if it meant that nobody would ever have to go through the horrors of fighting for humanity again. He would take it. He could take it.

A glance towards Hange tells him all he needs to know. The squad leader’s shoulders are hunched forward and Levi purses his lips, knowing they’d injured their back hours before, a result of so much heavy lifting. The wagon full of corpses and dead weight is much farther behind them, but the creaking of wheels seems deafening. Today, it feels like the world is ending.

Gore, and death, and filth. That’s all war is. All that war is, is the end of the world, every day.

With a sigh, Levi lifts his head up to stare straight ahead, expression as steely as ever.

He is here to fight for something that isn’t his. No need to get caught up in his thoughts about it.

War.

War was his life’s purpose. It was all he’d ever get to see. He’d have to see the end of the world every single day. There is no beauty in war.

-----

Fifteen minutes later, the first handful of scouts have started wandering off, Levi’s gaze wandering with them. Some of them go to greet family members. Others slump together in alleyways to take a break. And then there are others that have stepped into a tavern, a couple of them beckoning for Hange to come along. Members of their squad.

Before Levi’s gaze could turn away, Hange, always perceptive, meets his eyes.

“Want to come grab a drink?” they ask him.

Levi feels his jaw clench tight at the thought. He shakes his head.

“No,” he answers simply.

But it’s too late.

Hange grabs a hold of him and calls for a scout to come help with Levi’s horse. A designated horse-sitter, it seems, who does it solely for the promise of the steady flow of booze to be delivered to him outside.

“I just want to get back to base, Hange,” Levi protests, but his voice is dull and lifeless. There’s no venom to his fight.

“One drink, and it’ll be nice to get out of the rain,” Hange insists. They’re trying so hard to be upbeat, to have life in their eyes. Levi knows Hange well enough to see past the facade. There’s no signs of joy past the surface.

Hange wants to be numb tonight and have a warm body nearby. It’s the least Levi can do.

As dirty as he thinks taverns are, Levi feels much dirtier when he steps in, spattered with mud and blood and whatever other filth. He’s still drenched from the rain. It hasn’t let up and he doubts it will cease at all until tomorrow morning. He can hear it thundering on the roof of the tavern, like a furious heartbeat.

His boots squeak as he follows his comrades to a table; it’s not lost on him that the tavern has grown completely silent the moment they arrived.

He tries to ignore it but Levi’s prone to returning a few curious or frightened stares with some mean glares.

He does just that as he walks behind Hange, and it seems to work. But there’s one stare coming from somewhere in the tavern, he can feel it, but he can’t find the eyes. Everyone else has taken the hint and ducked their heads away. Almost everyone.

When he finally finds the pair of eyes on him, a crack of thunder booms outside and Levi swears that it stops time for a moment. Can thunder do that?

You clearly work here at the tavern, hair tugged out of the way and apron stained with ale. Eyes as big as the moon when they widen at the realization that he’s caught you staring. But you’re not staring in fear or curiosity or annoyance. Your eyes only hold kindness.

Levi doesn’t realize he’s frozen in place until you turn your head away from him and hurry off. It’s only until your gaze is torn away that he remembers he can move. And then he hears Hange calling for him from the table they’d settled on, a spot waiting for him.

He feels heavier and lighter simultaneously as he sits down and tries to focus on the meaningless mutterings between the scouts after shedding his cloak and jacket. Not even Hange is contributing to the chatter.

It’s not long until he feels someone behind him and Levi stiffens, the fresh memory of your face popping into his head. Slowly, he turns his head to look.

It’s you.

You’re expertly balancing a tray on your shoulder as you set down pints of ale in front of his comrades, not a word leaving your mouth. You can read the room perfectly. Levi can’t even bring himself to be angry that you didn’t come to ask about their drink preferences first. He’s willing to drink ale tonight.

But he’s surprised when, instead of a pint, you set down a mug of steaming tea in front of him.

“I’ve heard that you prefer tea, sir,” you murmur, and he can sense that you’re timid about what you’ve just said. Then you add, “But let me know if you’d like something else to drink.”

Levi is at a loss for words and he can’t pinpoint the feeling in his chest. He just nods curtly, staring up at you, holding your gaze, watching the way you get more and more flustered. Finally, he looks away, down at his tea, and brings both hands to wrap around the warm mug.

“Thank you,” he says, and slowly turns to watch you walk away from over his shoulder.

Is the tea thing really a topic of conversation everywhere?

He takes a sip and, while it’s an average cup of tea by his usual standards, Levi swears no other cup of tea has warmed him up faster in his whole life.

-----

The next time he’s at the tavern, it’s the night before departing to go beyond the wall. The soldiers are already some bottles deep in drink, swallowing their grief down along with the ale. It’s raining again, harder than the first night he’d come here. And Levi’s eyes have searched for glimpses of you since he arrived.

You always seem to escape his view. There are only fleeting glimpses as you saunter around, cleaning up and serving, and then disappearing to the back of the tavern where only the employees are allowed. You’re not the one to serve his table this time. But the fact that he was served a cup of tea tells him that you’re aware he’s there.

Levi doesn’t notice that when he can’t see you, you can see him. Thus, your gazes never cross paths.

He finally gets a good view of you when you come out wearing a cloak and a tired smile and tired eyes, and agree to help a barmaid serve a table of men a few meters away from his table, before you leave. You look uncomfortable as you serve them. They’re rowdy. One of them grabs the sleeve of your cloak and tugs hard. Levi hears the ripping of seams and then an uproar of drunk laughter from the table. And those eyes of yours fill with tears as you try to pull away to no avail.

Levi doesn’t realize he’s at the table until his hand is fisted into the man’s hair and yanking it so the drunkard can look at him.

“Keep your filthy hands to yourself,” he says in a low voice. He’s as calm as ever, but there is a dark undertone to his words that has the man and all his friends shutting up and shrinking back.

It disgusts him that these men would make you experience something like that.

When his eyes find yours, you’re looking at him in wonder, tears still lingering at your lash line.

“Thank you,” you breathe.

“You don’t need to thank me,” he mutters, and his only coherent thought at that moment is that his heart is pounding against his chest like the rain is pounding against the roof. Furious heartbeats.

The terrors of the world dawn on him full force when you clutch your cloak tighter around you and look towards the door. Levi knows war, and he knows terror, and he knows evil. He’s never thought about the fact that out there, you’re just as prone to the end of the world as anyone else. This tavern, this dingy little tavern, has been an escape for him.

It terrifies Levi to think that you’re out there on your own.

“Are you going home?” he asks you, and when you nod hesitantly, he makes up his mind. “I’m walking you home.”

“Oh, you don’t have to-” you begin, but Levi shakes his head.

“I want to,” he interjects. “It’s late and I’d like to know you’re safe. You seem like the type that finds trouble easily.”

“I seem like the type?” you echo, a corner of your mouth twitching up briefly. A hint of a smile.

Levi mentally curses himself but doesn’t elaborate further.

“Yep,” he confirms.

How can he tell you that he thinks that about you, not because of those men, but because you’d caught his attention? You’re doomed if you’re around Levi. Anyone and everyone is.

But he just can’t help himself.

“Okay. Thank you,” you whisper with a shy little smile, your eyes twinkling in the dim light of the tavern.

Levi clears his throat awkwardly and follows you out, ignoring the questions from his comrades, and definitely ignoring the little whoops from the ones who are too stupidly drunk to behave.

The rain is pouring from the sky and Levi grimaces, always bothered by the rain, and pulls the hood of his cloak over his head. He turns to you as you do the same, and only in that motion does he see how badly that drunkard has ruined your cloak. Your head may be protected from the rain, but your body is getting drenched.

He doesn’t give it a second thought before pulling off his cloak and shoving it your way with a grunt, the rain instantly drenching him.

You look at him in surprise, eyes as big as the moon again when they widen, and shake your head swiftly to refuse.

“Your cloak is useless. Use mine,” he tells you before you can verbally decline. “I’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with a lot worse things than getting wet.”

You reluctantly switch your cloak for his and Levi folds your ruined one over his arm so you don’t have to carry it. And then you start walking together, falling in step with each other easily. The streetlamps illuminate the wet pavement as the two of you walk together.

“Captain Levi, you really didn’t need to walk me home,” you say after a few beats of silence. The only other sound is the pattering of rain.

He turns to look at you briefly, because he just can’t stop looking at you, and for a moment he feels a dark pang in his chest when he looks you over while wearing his cloak. The green looks lovely on you, and while his heart flutters at the image of you wearing something of his, it also sinks at even the thought of you being a scout.

Levi would never want you to own a green cloak of your own. He would never want to expose you to war.

There is no beauty in war.

And you are very beautiful.

His head spins for a moment.

It’s the first time Levi has ever thought that about anything or anyone.  

He has never had the luxury of seeing something beautiful before. He sees death and he sees war and he sees terrors beyond the walls. Levi has seen nothing but the cruelties of a dying humanity.

And now here you are, so beautiful, the person who gives him tea and stares at him with wide, kind eyes.

“It would just make me feel better to know you’re safe,” he says when he realizes he hasn’t said anything back yet.

You give him a shy smile, and then Levi replays your words in his mind and frowns to himself.

“And you can just call me Levi. Not Captain Levi,” he adds.

When you say your name, Levi realizes you’ve never been properly introduced. He didn’t even know your name, and you’ve got him acting this way.

Like everything else about you, your name is beautiful to him.

“Don’t you just love the rain?” you sigh, stretching a hand out from the cloak to catch raindrops on your palm.

“I hate it, actually,” Levi responds.

He cringes at how blunt he sounds, but when you actually laugh, he softens and looks at you from the corner of his eye.

“Why do you love the rain?” he asks.

“Because it makes everything look beautiful,” you answer easily, turning to him to give him a smile. “I think rainy days are magical.”

Levi takes a look around, and he doesn’t see what you see. Everything just looks wet.

But when he looks at you, he sees the way that the raindrops catch onto a few stray strands of hair peeking out from under the hood of the cloak you wear, and he sees the way the air puffs out of your mouth from the chilly temperature, and he sees the way your eyes glimmer in the faint light of the streetlamps, and he thinks that’s beautiful.

It turns out you don’t live that far. The short walk makes Levi frown in disappointment, but when you reach out and gently touch his arm to get his attention, he feels a rush of heat flow through him. And something else, another feeling that he still can’t quite pinpoint.

“Come inside for a bit to dry off. I have tea,” you tell him.

And how can he refuse that?

He helps you start a fire in your little home and he lets you make the tea however you want instead of giving his usual instructions. When you give him a quilt to wrap up in after hanging up the cloaks and stepping out of soggy shoes, Levi is almost in disbelief at the comfort he feels as your hands playfully toss the fabric around his shoulders. The comfort almost makes him uncomfortable.

He only knows war. He doesn’t know this...new feeling. What is it? It feels like it’s at the tip of his tongue.

When he looks out the window, he knows better than anyone that there’s a war going on. He’ll be riding out to meet it face to face tomorrow morning.

But when you sit down next to him in front of the fire and hand him his tea, a quilt draped around your shoulders too, the both of you fall into a lovely silence and Levi can actually forget about it all. In your little home, it does not feel like the end of the world.

For the first time in his life, he is experiencing something beautiful.

-----

Levi’s feet ache as he trudges down the street.

A scout has agreed to take his horse back to base at Levi’s request. Though he usually wants to get back to base as soon as possible, today is different.

Two days outside of the walls and all Levi wants is to see something beautiful. He can hear the creaking wheels of the wagon carrying the dead, far behind him, but haunting him.

He feels heavy.

And he’s back to feeling like it’s the end of the world, and the world is on his shoulders.

He doesn’t want you to see him like this, deep down. Right now, he looks a mess, and he feels a mess. He’s not beautiful, and you don’t deserve to look at the result of war. And Levi is the result of war. He’s scarred, physically and mentally, and he looks like he’s seen nothing but doom. In truth, he has.

But none of that stops him from trekking to your little home, the evening light slowly turning to dusk as he approaches your street.

He’s basically operating on instinct, horrors flashing through his mind as he knocks on your door. There was so much death, again. There was so much fear and so much terror, again. It’s the end of the world.

The things thrumming through his mind stop as soon as your door opens as he’s greeted with the sight of your wide, surprised eyes.

“You’re back,” is all you say, and Levi swallows thickly and nods.

You can see the remnants of war in Levi’s eyes and he can tell, and he feels ashamed to make you witness that. But his shame ebbs when you step aside to silently welcome him inside your home, eyes as kind as ever.

“Would you like some tea, Levi?” you ask him, voice just above a whisper.

He steps inside and everything is as he remembers it from two nights ago. There’s a fire crackling and a few quilts tossed over chairs. He spots the one you’d let him borrow and wants nothing more than to have you wrap it around him again.

That indecipherable feeling comes back again as soon as the door closes behind him. The one he can’t quite place yet. When he looks at you, he feels it stronger than ever and makes his gaze soften.

“I’d love some tea,” he murmurs.

Levi stiffens when you move toward him rather than to your kitchen. He’s frozen in place, doesn’t know what to do when you’re inches away from him. Your eyes search his face before your hand comes up to gently caress him from temple to jaw, just once, and then your palm settles nicely on his cheek.

“I’ll make us some tea, then,” you tell him with that gentle smile of yours, and then pull away from him to go to the kitchen.

He stands there for a few moments longer before settling into the chair he’d sat in before, quilt wrapped around him as he stares into the fire.

The smell of tea wafts to him and Levi turns to watch you prepare it.

Beautiful.

That unknown feeling is coursing through him now, and Levi has come to the conclusion on what it is, but doesn’t want to believe it.

Because a man like Levi doesn’t know anything about this feeling.

What does a man like Levi know about peace?

He looks out the window and understands that the world is ending if he doesn’t do anything to stop it. There is war out there and he has to fight.

But when he looks at you, it doesn’t matter.

He’s been fighting for something that isn’t his. Maybe that can change. He can let himself have this. He can let himself know peace, after an entire life of fighting. Levi would like to fight for you. He’d like to fight knowing that it’s to make sure you never have to see what he sees.

Even if the world is ending, it’s okay right now. He’s okay with it as long as he can stay here with you and protect you from it.

When you give him his tea and sit next to him, you don’t bother to press him to talk about it. Levi appreciates that. When you cup his cheek again like you’d done earlier, he’s glad you don’t say anything when he leans into your touch. He doesn’t want words right now.

He just wants to revel in the feeling you’ve brought him.

Peace.

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[percabethfeelsfandom]

Writing Prompt AU: Childhood Best Friends to Lovers

PART 2: Age 9

Annabeth’s laugh cuts through the air as she runs away from Percy’s outstretched arms. 

“You can’t catch me Seaweed Brain! I’m too fast for you,” she screeches as she winds between other students in the playground and the play equipment. 

“I’m never going to stop chasing you,” he calls back, but he’s laughing as well which is detrimental to his speed. 

He can hear Grover cheering him on, mixed with Thalia’s cries at Annabeth to run faster, faster. Percy’s legs burn with exertion but he keeps going, keeping his eyes firmly trained on Annabeth’s bright hair as she runs further and further away from him. 

Another voice joins the two and Percy feels his feet stutter. 

“Come on Annabeth, you can beat him!” Luke shouts. Annabeth turns back for a moment, giving a wide smile to their new friend who moved to their school at the beginning of this year. Percy uses this to try and gain some ground on her, but she’s still just out of his reach. 

She ducks below a low hanging branch laughs as leaves catch Percy in the face. 

He pauses, catching his breath and tries to not get annoyed when Luke’s laughter joins Annabeth’s in teasing him. 

“Come on Seaweed Brain. You should be able to catch her, she’s just a girl,” Luke says and clamps a firm hand on Percy’s shoulder. He shrugs it off and looks around the playground for Annabeth’s familiar golden head. 

“Thalia and Annabeth are both faster than you,” Grover points out and Percy holds back a laugh while trying to catch his breath when Luke’s face goes pink. 

“Shut up Grover,” he answers and gives Grover a light push. Percy rolls his eyes and finally catches sight of Annabeth at the edge of his vision. 

He takes off again without saying anything to either of his friends and manages to get within a couple of feet of Annabeth before she sees him coming and disappears again into the crowd. 

She has a knack for becoming practically invisible during hide-and-seek tips, and Percy secretly hates when he’s it and has to go against her. 

Regardless, he pushes forward until his lungs are heaving. He leans against a brick wall and looks around, he knows she’s close, but he can’t see her, it’s like she’s disappeared into thin air. Fighting back an annoyed sigh he sits himself down and closes his eyes to rest. 

“Okay Annabeth you win, I’m tired. I give up.” He says, raising his voice so he can be heard amongst the other students playing around them. No one pays him any attention but he sees movement in the corner of his eyes and watches as Annabeth jumps from a low branch of a tree. He rolls his eyes at her hiding spot and watches as she slowly claps while she walks to him.  

He closes his eyes as he rests, not wanting to see her smug smile, but he hears when Annabeth joins him in sitting down. 

“One of these days you’ll catch me, don’t worry,” she reassures him, with a soft nudge against his shoulder.  

“One day,” he replies with a smile. He can’t stay annoyed with her for too long. She’s his best friend after all (after Grover of course). 

“Just not today.” 

Percy laughs and leans his head on her shoulder as they watch other students play in the playground. He expects her to push him off but she doesn’t and he stays there for a moment, finding comfort in her existence. He’s still catching his breath, but Annabeth seems hardly puffed out. “I can let you catch me tomorrow so that Luke stops laughing at you,” Annabeth says softly. 

Percy scoffs and turns to her, suddenly feeling a bit more serious. 

“No, that’s not fair on you. Luke is dumb. He doesn’t think girls can run fast, but you’re one of the fastest in the grade. It’s okay. I’ll be faster one day.”

Annabeth smiles and turns away, but Percy sees the blush before she does and the sight makes him blush as well. He sits up straighter so that he isn’t leaning against her anymore, suddenly embarrassed. 

“Unless of course, you don’t think I can catch you.” He tells her with a teasing tone. 

This time she’s the one that’s scoffing. 

“Whatever Seaweed Brain, come on, they’re probably looking for us.” She says and stands up, holding out a hand to him. He grabs it and lets her haul him to his feet. His legs are like jelly and he wobbles a bit when he stands, but she catches his arm before he falls. He gives her a smile in thanks and shakes himself a bit to reawaken his limbs. 

“Please stop calling me that,” he asks and she shakes her head, a wide smile on her face. 

“Hmm, I think not. It’s very fitting for you.”

“It happened one time, and it was an accident,” he complains and she laughs, walking backward as they talk. Seaweed Brain is a nickname she gave to him the first time they went to the beach together. He had ducked under a wave and come up with a head full of seaweed. It had been funny that day and they hadn’t been able to stop laughing, but three years later, the nickname had stuck. 

“It’s funny, Percy.”

“Not when everyone else does it. They don’t know why it’s funny,” he argues. He doesn’t mind when Annabeth does it, weirdly enough, but he gets a bit of an upset stomach when he hears other people like Luke calling him it. Even Nancy has caught wind of the name and calls him that when Annabeth and his other friends aren’t around. Percy isn’t scared of her anymore though because Nancy doesn’t have any friends to hide behind and Percy’s mom has taught him that people who hurt other people only do it because they’re sad. Which means Nancy is very sad. So Percy leaves her alone. 

Annabeth shrugs. 

“Then I’ll tell them off if it happens again, okay? Only I can call you that. It’s my special name for you. Agreed?”

Percy thinks about it for a moment. He can live with that. 

“Agreed.” 

They find their way back to their friends who are setting up a new game of hide-and-seek tag. 

“Not it!” He shouts as soon as they’re within earshot and Annabeth startles a bit next to him before echoing his words. Grover does the same, then Thalia. 

Leaving Luke frowning. 

“But I don’t want to be it.” 

“That’s the rules Luke, you’re it. Go count,” Thalia says with a shrug. She begins to jog backward, leaving the others, her spikey black hair disappearing moments later. 

“Sorry Luke,” Annabeth says softly and gives Luke an apologetic smile before following Thalia’s lead. 

Grover and Percy are right behind them, Luke’s voice counting down from 100 lost in the wind of other voices. 

Percy is out of breath again as he hides behind a bush. Luke has for some reason chosen him to be his target for this round, which isn’t really fair since Percy just spent the entire last round chasing Annabeth around the entire school, but Luke isn’t listening to him and it’s getting on Percy’s nerves just a little bit. 

He can hear Luke’s voice calling out to him, taunting him as Percy hears his footsteps pass, but he holds his breath as if that will help hide him better.

“Psst Percy!” 

He looks around wildly and catches sight of Annabeth at the top of the stairs. She beckons him closer and he looks cautiously out from the bush. She notices and shakes her head, urging him to be quicker. 

“It’s clear I promise. He’s looking for Grover. Come on hurry.” 

Percy takes her for her word and darts off in her direction. As he’s getting closer to her he hears footsteps follow him and watches as her eyes widen in a panic. 

“Percy run!” 

He turns back briefly and adrenaline fills his body as he sees Luke catching up to him.  

Annabeth has started running as well, and Percy trails after her, but he’s not as nimble and quick, accidentally bumping into students as he runs. He jumps over an upturned trashcan and whoops as it slows Luke down. Annabeth leads the way back to the play equipment and makes a leap onto it. 

“Is he still following me?” He calls to Annabeth as she climbs the monkey bars for a higher vantage point. He starts slowing down as she looks around. 

“I don’t know, I can’t see him.” 

There’s a loud cackle and Percy feels his body get tackled to the ground. Sharp pain shoots up and down his arm as it’s pinned to the ground and he cries out as he feels a crack. 

For a moment everything is simultaneously too bright and too dark. 

“Percy!” Annabeth’s voice cuts through the pain and he blinks, trying to regain his vision but black and white spots are still floating behind his eyelids. 

“Luke, why did you push him so hard!” 

Luke’s voice is panicked and high-pitched as he stands over Percy, casting a dark shadow over him, “I didn’t, he just wasn’t looking. It’s not my fault...He was just, he just stopped out of nowhere, he was going too slow.”

Percy groans and tries to sit up, but his arm is screaming at him, and he doesn’t want to look down because it feels wrong. He turns his face the other way, away from the sore arm and he meets Annabeth’s eyes briefly, but she gets back up and gestures wildly at Percy then at Luke.

“Oh my gods, Percy, your arm. Luke, get a teacher!” Annabeth’s voice is rising in panic and though he still can’t see clearly he can feel her join him on the ground and she cradles his head in her lap. 

“Come on it’s not that- oh ew,” Luke says, with a tone of disgust. Percy squeezes his eyes tightly so that the tears don’t fall and he hears Luke’s footsteps quickly retreat and leave them. 

Other voices start coming closer but all he can hear is Annabeth. 

“It’s gonna be okay, Percy. You’re okay, Percy. I promise. I’m here.”

He feels a small hand grip his good arm, and he peeks open one eye. 

“I’m okay,” he tries to say, but he shifts and accidentally moves his arm, sending another wave of pain down his body. 

“Don’t you dare move.” Annabeth sees the wince and hushes him, commanding him to stay still. 

“But-”

“If you move, you’re not my best friend anymore.” 

Percy freezes every single bone in his body and holds his breath as Annabeth inspects him, carefully arranging his limbs so he can be comfortable. It doesn’t work, but he manages to feel some sort of gratitude towards her for trying. He can tell she’s scared. He knows because they’re best friends and he knows Annabeth as good as he knows himself. Her hands are shaking and she keeps blinking because she’s trying not to cry. Percy wants to reach out to her, but he holds himself to his promise not to move. 

Moments later Luke arrives with a teacher in tow. 

“He tripped and fell…” He can hear Luke saying. 

“That’s not what happened,” Annabeth says with a frown, and gets up, leaving Percy. 

Their voices start to quiet as Percy feels himself get lightheaded. Footsteps come closer to him again and hands grip his shoulders, nudging him lightly. 

“Percy! Breathe! You can move, you can move,” Annabeth cries, her eyes wide and bright with fear. “You idiot, why did you hold your breath.” Percy tries to laugh, but it kind of hurts so he gives a half shrug, and takes in a deep breath, filling his lungs with much-needed air. 

“I didn’t want to move. I still want to be your best friend,” he admits truthfully. Annabeth laughs, but it comes out sort of like a cry and she wipes at her eyes and pats his head softly like she doesn’t know what to do with her hands. 

“You’re so dumb. You’re always going to be my best friend, Seaweed Brain. Come on, stay awake, the ambulance is coming.” 

She doesn’t move from her spot by her side the entire time. Not when Thalia and Grover come to see why Luke hasn’t found them. Not when the teachers tell them that the ambulance is on their way. Not when Percy’s Mom, Sally, is called and is told to meet them at the hospital. Not even when the ambulance arrives, but when a teacher comes and softly tugs her away from him, her hand finally leaves his. 

Percy has never been to the hospital alone before and the fear sets in as they’re pulling him onto the stretcher and telling them where he’s headed.  He starts crying for his friends. Screaming at them not to leave them. Grover is crying into Thalia’s arms, scared and overwhelmed at the loud sounds of the sirens but Annabeth is screaming back, begging the teachers to let her go as they hold her back. 

Mr Brunner, Percy’s favourite teacher joins him in the ambulance and reassures him that Annabeth will be able to visit once he’s at the hospital, but that doesn’t ease his anxieties until he sees his mother waiting for him when he reopens his eyes at the hospital. 

The sight of her brings an immediate calm to his body, and he feels his bones relax. They take x-rays of his arm and put him in a cast, telling him that he’ll be in it for a couple of months. He’s still shaking with pain and shock but his Mom brushes his hair out of his face and softly hums him to sleep until his eyes close again and he falls into a dreamless sleep. 

When he reawakens there are multiple people in his room. The first he sees is his mother still at his side, biting her thumb as she watches him wake. The next is the face of his disgruntled step-father Gabe, who leaves the room once he sees his eyes open. 

And then his friends. 

Grover. Thalia. Luke. 

And- 

“Percy!” Annabeth throws her arms around Percy before he’s even fully awake and he gasps in surprise before returning the hug and pushing his face into her shoulder. 

“You scared me,” she whispers, so quiet he can barely hear her. 

“I didn’t mean to,” he says back, equally as quiet. 

She finally pulls back and sits back on the bed. 

“I’m glad you’re okay now.” 

He manages a smile and nods. 

“Me too.” 

His other friends join him on the bed, and poke at his cast, asking him questions about it and the ride in the ambulance. They talk well into the night, and even though it’s late and the sky is dark, their parents let them all stay, keeping Percy company until visiting hours end. 

Before his friends leave, the doctor comes in and hands Percy a pen. 

“Do you want your friends to sign your cast before they go?” 

Percy nods enthusiastically and they all take turns writing something on his cast before waving him goodbye. 

Grover draws an assortment of plants and flowers. Thalia draws a wide smiley face and Luke writes luke was here. He rolls his eyes at the silly drawings and their names on the cast before handing it to Annabeth who is the last one left. 

She carefully takes the pen from Percy and holds his arm carefully, before writing. 

I hope you get better soon, love annabeth (your best friend)

(PART 1)

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