#he has this huge gash on his face in a world where his dad getting a cut on the hand resulted in amputated fingers

[navree]

fuck everyone else i respect emma d’arcy and only emma d’arcy

#personal #house of the dragon #that scene was making me fucking feral in the worst way #why on EARTH was this devolving into 'who first called the velaryons bastards' A TEN YEAR OLD LOST AN EYE #he has this huge gash on his face in a world where his dad getting a cut on the hand resulted in amputated fingers #the fact that this didn't fucking kill him is insane #if i see my kid at sudden serious risk of infection and death and doubtlessly in a tremendous amount of pain #you can bet i wouldn't give a shit about whether or not it's considered treason to point out how big b little b works #viserys was cracked in the head my god emma was so real for saying this they're the best

[its-captain-sir]

Brains and Brawn

Had a discord server secret santa exchange, this was my gift for @star-keepr! I've never written the bayverse guys before so this was a really fun experience! :D

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One time, when Raph was five, he and Donnie got it into their heads to build a skate ramp.

None of them actually skated at the time. Their one and only board had a box strapped to the top of it and was mainly used as a cart between the four of them. Two people fit inside and another could push them around, but Leo said he was too tired to push even though it was his turn, and Mikey didn't want to play unless it would be his turn on the inside, leaving Raph and Donnie stranded in the cart with nowhere to go.

Hence, the ramp.

Raph got the idea from an old magazine cover he saw with a skateboarding guy going down one and looking fast, and Donnie knew enough about something called "inclined planes" from one of his science books that he said it would work. They decided on one of the lesser used tunnels of their home to be the spot they built the ramp, mostly because all the stacks of old boxes and junk around there meant they didn't have to carry anything very far.

"It has to be big," Donnie said, dropping another box onto their pile. "To reach maximum vel- vel-o-ci-ty."

Raph didn't know a lot of the big words Donnie used all the time, but bigger sounded better, so he nodded and ran to get more things. They were running out of good boxes, so they'd have to start using some of the really old waterlogged books instead. He heaved the thickest looking ones into one big stack and lugged them all the way back to Donnie, dropping them at his feet. "We won't need to be pushed ever again!"

They both cheered as their pile grew higher and higher, until it was almost too hard to lift any more over their head. "That should be big enough," Donnie said, dusting grime off his hands. "I found a good piece of wood to use for the actual ramp, I'll go grab it."

"Where's it gonna go?" he asked as Donnie ran off, digging through the junk.

"At the top, try to find a good spot for it!"

He looked up at their pile. He couldn't actually see the top of it, not from the ground. Donnie might have been able to, if he was on his tippy toes, but Donnie's always been taller than him. He needed a better view.

Carefully, without knocking anything over in the rest of the pile, he started to climb up the side. It was harder than he thought to balance on everything, even though Dad had been giving them ninja training on just that. One box made him just tall enough to peak over the edge, so he stopped climbing there.

This ramp was high. Raph could see the perfect part where the flat piece should go. He bounced on his toes. If they put it in that direction, they could zoom down the tunnel forever–

"Raph, it's too heavy! I can't lift it!"

"I'm coming–!"

The box beneath him crumpled.

Next thing he knew he was on the ground, shell in the air, face on the concrete. He heard Donnie gasp first, and then he felt the sting. His knee burned, red hot.

When he flipped over, all he could see were huge red gashes across his skin, welling up with blood and dripping down his leg. And it hurt.

Raph couldn't help it. He started to cry.

"Raph!" Donnie rushed over to him. "Are you okay?"

He shook his head, pulling his knee up to his chest and holding it tightly. It hurt so bad and he was bleeding everywhere.

"Let me see it," Donnie said, trying to coax his hands away from covering the wound. Raph fought him for a moment, but his brother was insistent, tugging until it was fully exposed. Donnie pushed his glasses up on his face and leaned in close, examining it carefully.

Raph whined. There was a lot of blood.

"Am I gonna die?" he whimpered.

Donnie's head whipped up to face him, jaw dropped like he hadn't even considered the possibility. "You're not gonna die," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It's just an ab- abra- ab-ra-sion." He sounded out each part of the word distinctly and carefully, not that it helped Raph to understand at all.

Donnie poked the wound while he was distracted and Raph flinched, feeling the sting start up anew. He slapped Donnie's hand away and held his leg tighter again, feeling more tears well up in his eyes. "What's that?" he bit out. Sometimes he hated when Donnie used his big words. Why couldn't he just say things normally?

"It means scrape. You can't die from scrapes," Donnie said matter-of-factly, like he always got when he knew something the rest of his brothers didn't. "They don't bleed enough." Donnie leaned in close again and Raph got ready to swat away any prodding fingers, but his brother kept his hands to himself this time. "Sometimes you hafta worry about germs getting into open wounds. There's lots of those in the sewers, but since we never got sick before we probably have imu- imi- im-mu-ni-ty."

Raph still didn't understand what Donnie was talking about, but he seemed very certain about it. Like Raph was going to be fine. He sniffed, wiping away some of his tears. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Donnie thought he would be fine, and Donnie knew everything. And even if he didn't, Raph can be tough. He's always the toughest of his brothers, Leo even said so last week after he ran with Mikey on his shoulders all around the lair and didn't even flinch once at his kicking feet.

"It doesn't even hurt now," he said, sniffling again. He just wanted Donnie to see that he was tough, but now that he thought about it, it was true. The scrape really didn't hurt that much anymore.

"We just need a bandaid," Donnie said, clapping his fist into his palm like Leo did when he had a plan. "I know where they are, be right back!"

Donnie took off for the bathroom, leaving Raph to wait on the ground. Everything was going to be fine. Or at least it was, until their youngest brother walked in.

Mikey, like the snitch he is, took one look at the blood on Raph's leg and screamed. "DAAAAAD, RAPHIE'S BLEEDING."

Donnie and him got in trouble for building a ramp, obviously, after bandaids were placed (by Splinter) and scrapes were kissed better (by Mikey). The two days after that when Splinter made them stay in the main room where he could keep an eye on them were the worst he had ever experienced in his five years of life, but the memory of Donnie's care is something that's always stuck with him over the years. Enough so that whenever he's hurt, he finds himself drawn to his purple-loving brother. The aftermath of saving the city over ten years later is no exception.

All things considered, he fared pretty well, but all the cuts he sustained are starting to sting, and one spot on his shell aches something awful. He knocks on the wall by Donnie's space—big computer screens towering everywhere, though definitely not as many as he used to have before the lair got found—and watches as his brother looks up, double takes, then jumps at the sight of him.

Raph cringes. Tensions are still high between them, between all of them really. Raph is still upset over the retromutagen, even though he was the one to smash the vial. (He's trying really hard not to think of that as a mistake.) Still, when the anger subsides, he's left feeling weird about not being on the same team as all his brothers.

He coughs into his hand as Donnie stands there like a deer in headlights. "Hey, Don," he says, not quite meeting his brother's eyes. "Couldja patch me up?" He looks up just long enough to see Donnie slowly nod and move to grab one of the first aid kits. Raph takes that as his cue to take a seat on one of the workbenches, slowly beginning to settle into his skin again. It's familiar territory: Donnie wiping disinfectant on cuts and poking bruises, pulling out rolls of bandages for the big wounds and boxes of bandaids for the little ones, explaining to Raph all of what he's doing.

Their trust in each other has been shaken lately, but Raph will always trust his brother with this. When Donnie says "Lots of bangs and scrapes, but you're going to be fine," with a small smile as he pushes up his glasses, Raph fully believes him. He's the brains of this operation, after all.

And Raph, well, he already knew he was made of tougher stuff—not even the Shredder could keep him down— but it's nice to have the reassurance anyways. That's why they do this thing, just the two of them. He hooks an arm around Donnie and pulls him in close. "Thanks, bro," he says, feeling the last of the tension between them melt away. Then, while he has his brother close to a headlock: "If you ever tell Leo or Mikey about this, I'll end you."

Donnie snorts. "Duly noted, o' pinnacle of machismo."

Raph rolls his eyes and lets him go, grinning. Some things never change.

#i think this is the first tmnt fic I've ever officially published?? wild! #tmnt bayverse #my writing

[kkyaka]

Heart Stickers

Summary: Your daughter helps her dad love his imperfections

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x black!fem!reader

Warnings: dad!deku, hurt/comfort sort of, deku bein insecure, just pure fluff basically

Word Count: 1275

A/N: Repost, and @anubai​ here you go hehe

The scars have always been something that's bothered him, no matter how many times he's tried to divert his thoughts. They always come back to them. There's been multiple times where he doesn't even dare look in the mirror after he gets out of the shower or when he's changing.

But some days are easier than others. He always tells you that meeting you was one of the greatest days of his life, and he swears up and down that it's true. He was really good at hiding how he felt about his body, but when you moved in together, it proved a little bit more difficult to keep it under wraps.

The first time you helped him combat those negative thoughts that had been plaguing his mind, a few tears slipped out. This was probably the first time someone had really held him, your voice was full of nothing but love. He couldn't help it.

Even after he asked you to marry him, the habits you picked up never wavered. The constant kisses to his hands, or how your hand never left his. The soft kisses on his back whenever he woke up in the morning, or whenever he was standing somewhere in the house shirtless.

The love you had for him transpired in different ways and he couldn't be more grateful that he had someone that could always stop him from falling down that dark hole.

And when your daughter came along, the last thing Izuku was thinking about was what he looked like. The only thing he was thinking about was how much he loved her and you, and how he finally had a family to call his own.

But then he got a new scar.

It was a huge fight that he had got into, and he only came out with a nasty gash on his side, luckily it wasn't that deep. He had got it cleaned up and was sent home, his job done and successful, and he was happy that he didn't have to worry you or his daughter any longer.

You weren't crying, he could tell you wanted to, but your daughter was balling her eyes out, scared that something really bad had happened to him. He picked her up and spent the rest of the night reassuring her that he was okay until she finally fell asleep in his arms.

The scar came about a week later, and Izuku was probably at the lowest point he had been in a long time. It was the only thing he could look at, the only thing he could focus on. And he tried, he really did, but he didn't know what else to do.

He jumps when he feels your arms wrap around his waist, and he's quick to put on a fake smile like he's trying to tell you that he wasn't doing what you know he was doing. He flinches softly when you run your fingers over the scar gently, and you look at him.

"Kaiya wants to show you something," you tell him, and you're already pulling him out of your shared room and into your daughter's room. When you walk in, she's on the floor coloring. "I brought your dad," you speak up, sitting down on her bed and resting your back against the wall, your feet nearly hanging off the edge.

She jumps up excitedly, pushing Izuku towards her bed. "Okay, okay, you have to sit down," she orders, and he chuckles softly before fitting his way in-between your legs, his legs hanging off the bed as you wrap your arms loosely around him, his back resting on your chest.

"What did you wanna show me, baby?" he asks, and she waves him off as she goes back to the papers scattered across her floor.

"Hold on, Daddy, you have to be patient," she scolds, making the both of you laugh softly. She gathers some sheets of paper in her hands before prancing over to her bed, climbing on top of Deku, handing you the extra sheets she doesn't need yet.

She holds the first one out, the paper showing a giant heart that she drew. "That's beautiful, babygirl," he starts, and then she pulls it away.

"It's a sticker," she adds loudly before peeling it off. She takes the heart, placing it over the newest scar that adorns his body, and he freezes for a beat before smiling at her. "What's this for?" he asks as she takes another sheet from you.

"I put this heart on things I think are pretty," she tells him almost absentmindedly as she takes the next sticker off, and you watch your husband's eyes widen slightly making you smile widely.

She has a smaller sticker this time, and she plants a kiss on the small scar on his cheek before carefully putting the sticker over it. He's practically speechless, just watching Kaiya put stickers all over the scars on his body. "You think I'm pretty?" Deku asks softly, and she has the biggest smile on her face as she nods.

"Of course I think you're pretty, Daddy," she answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you huff fondly, your eyebrows raising when you hear him sniffle. You lean down slightly, seeing tears brimming his eyes, trying his hardest not to let them fall.

Your daughter frowns when she sees them, moving closer so that she can cup his face. "What's wrong?" she questions, her voice going soft, and he chuckles as he grabs her tiny hands gently as he shakes his head.

"Nothing, baby, I'm okay. I promise." She's smiling again, and then she's quickly going back to the stickers, and about ten minutes later, his whole upper body is covered in heart stickers.

"Now you're perfect," she comments. "And now every time you don't feel pretty, these stickers remind you that you are."

And this time, he can't stop the tears before they fall, and he's quick to wipe them away. "Do you feel better?" she asks cautiously, and he nods quickly.

"Yes, I do. Thank you." She jumps forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around her, rubbing her back.

"I love you, Daddy," she says into his neck, and he sniffles softly.

"I love you, too, babygirl. Thank you so much." She pulls away, her smile almost wider than her face.

"You're welcome," she responds proudly before turning to you. "I think it worked, Mommy," she whispers but Deku hears her anyway, making the both of you laugh.

"I think it did, baby, good job." She's beside herself with joy, giving both of you a big hug before she climbs off of Izuku, going back to coloring on the floor, and Izuku turns to you which makes you laugh because a decent portion of his face is covered in stickers.

"Did you put her up to this?" he asks, and you shrug.

"She said she noticed you were sad, and she wanted to make you feel better so I helped her out," you admit. "You do look really pretty though," you add, smoothing your finger over the one on his cheek.

He smiles widely, letting his head fall back onto you before he sighs. "Thank you," he tells you honestly, a little bit worried that he might start crying again.

You lean down, pressing your lips to his softly before you pull away and rest your forehead against his. "Of course, Izuku."

And if he ever feels this way in the future, his daughter has a plethora of heart stickers to last him a lifetime.

#midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x black!reader #midoriya izuku x black!reader #izuku fluff #deku fluff #midoriya izuku fluff #izuku midoriya fluff #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #mha #bnha

[justaloserwhowrites]

Hopeful Part 3

A/N: This is part may be a little bit of a filler, but I'm working so hard to make a cohesive story that follows the plots of infinity war and endgame. I hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Avenger!Reader

Warnings: death, grief, disappearance (side note: these warnings are for the series as a whole)

You soon as you saw Steve and the others, you walked over, almost dropping your soup on the floor. You heard Rhodey cut off his hologram call with Ross. They go into the conference room with Rhodey, and Steve and Natasha hug Rhodey.They hadn't seen you standing in the corner of the hall.

"Long time no see," you say as you walk toward them with a smile on your face.

Natasha is the to look over at you. She is somewhat of an aunt to you. When you were younger, she taught you how to braid your hair, how to do makeup, and how to punch. She comes over to you and gives you a hug.

"Hey, kid. You don't have your braces anymore," she laughs.

"And you don't have your red hair anymore."

"Side effects of being a fugitive." She chuckles.

Vision groans in pain, cutting your reunion short. You walk over to the group. As you get closer, you see a huge gash on Vision.

"What happened to you guys? You look like hell." You say.

"I think you look great," you hear a voice say. Everyone turns to see Bruce come in from the back entrance to the room. "Yeah, I'm back." He says very calmly.

"Hi, Bruce." The newly blonde woman says with a kind smile.

"Nat." Like that the room is silent.

"Well, that was awkward. Should we give you the room to hook up- I mean catch up?" You joke in an attempt to cut the tension.

A few chuckles arise, and they both blush slightly. Everyone moves into the back room. Bruce debriefs everyone on Thanos and how he is after the stone in side of Vision. They start to discuss removing the stone.

"I'm saying if we take out the stone, there's a whole lot of Vision left. Perhaps the best parts." Bruce says with determination.

"Can we do that?" Natasha asks.

"Not me. Not here." Bruce answers.

"Well, you better find someone and somewhere, fast. Ross isn't just going to let you have your old rooms back." Rhodey states.

"I know somewhere." Steve says plainly. This begins a discussion about going to Wakanda amongst the group and yourself.

"You know this is still gonna be a fight." Nat states.

"Of course. But we will fight to protect Vision. To protect Earth." Steve responds.

"When will we leave?" You ask.

"(Y/N), you can't come. You're not ready." Rhodey commands.

" I wasn't asking. Rhodey, my dad and my boyfriend are in space. A big purple asshole is coming to destroy the world. You need any helping hand you can get." You shout.

"Kid, I agree with him. You shouldn't come. This isn't what Tony would want. You need to stay here where you're protected." Nat says as she tries to comfort you.

"I can't sit here and watch as you guys go and risk your lives. Not after dad and Peter left in a space donut going God knows where. I'm ready." You demand.

"Sweetie, I know Tony and Peter are missing, but I can't let you go," Pepper interrupts from behind you. You turn to look at her. "I can't possibly lose you, too."

The rage in your face settles. You couldn't leave her. She has acted as your mother since you were a small child.

"Fine," defeated, you sigh. "Just be sure to come back alive." You request Natasha and the others.

"Of course, kid," she hugs you one last time. "I'll see you soon." She brushes your face with the back of her hand before going to the Quinjet parked on the lawn.

Meanwhile in Space

An ugly gray alien holds Dr. Strange captive with levitating needles. Tony overlooks the scene strategizing how to release him when a cape taps on his armor, startling him.

"Wow. You're one loyal piece of outerwear. Aren't ya?" Tony nearly whispers.

"Yeah, uhh speaking of loyalty." Peter says and he drops down from his upside down hang.

"What the-"

"I know what you're gonna say." They bicker back and forth for a little bit.

"Don't tell me you thought this through. Pete, you were supposed to go home, go on your field trip, and make googly eyes at (Y/N). You are NOT supposed to be here."

"How am I supposed to be a friendly, neighborhood Spider-man with no neighborhood? I can't protect (Y/N) if we don't stop these guys." Peter anxiously lets out. "Besides, she has beaten my ass a couple of times."

"You let her beat you." Tony states.

"Yeah. Maybe. I love her, and if there's even a slight chance we can save her and the world by following this guy, I would do it. Which- which is why I'm here."

"Okay. We'll talk about the loving my daughter part later. What's your big plan to beat this, huh?"

"Okay. Umm- uhh- Have you seen this really old movie Aliens?"

#peter parker imagines #peter parker oneshot #peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker fluff #spiderman imagine #spiderman #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman x stark!reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark daughter #tony stark #tony stank #pepper potts #marvel imagine #marvel #the avengers #infinity war

[jayeeintheclouds-inactive]

wake up, stop dreaming

(part 1 of empty thrones and heavy crowns)

Notes: angst, major character death, second archon war, adeptus reader, dying zhongli, dead xiao + other adepti, au where rex lapis still has his gnosis, geo reader, implied (very vague) past zhongchi, unedited i have a project due in 3 days and i have not started procrastination 101

Summary: When your beloved father dies, a part of you does too.

Baba: Father in Chinese

a/n: pls forgive me i can’t describe dead bodies or write angst properly. oh the woes of being illiterate 👍

Your father had graced the world of Teyvat with his presence for nearly ten thousand years, and you think that you should’ve seen this coming.

Screams and shouts of the people of Liyue fill the air continously, becoming a constant ringing in your ear. But that is not what you focus on right now.

“Rest,” You whisper with a sad but serene look on your face. In your arms lay Xiao, who has finally succumbed to the darkness he had battled for years. He is dying, and you know that. There is nothing you can do to help him.

“You’ve served Liyue for so long. Take your well-deserved break, Alatus.” Your voice trembles, yet you still put a smile on your face for him. He opens his eyes for the last time, and you watch helplessly as his amber eyes lose all light. There is an uncharacteristic smile on his face.

Slowly, you lift his body from your lap and lay it down on the ground, making sure to arrange his blood-stained hair in the most presentable way possible. Caressing his hair, you carefully slot a Qingxin flower between his broken fingers - two of the flower’s petals have fallen off, and the rest are crumpled and dried. You don’t care.

Just as Xiao’s body starts to disintegrate into blue particles, you place a chaste kiss on his forehead before his body completely disappears. You mutter a soft prayer for your fallen friend and fellow adeptus whose contributions to Liyue will never be forgotten.

You look around. Your heart feels empty, and even though you know why, you don’t wish to face the truth. Many of the adepti, like Ganyu and Mountain Climber have long ascended to Celestia. If you could turn a blind eye to the blood-stained mountaintops of Jueyun Karst, you would’ve almost fooled yourself into thinking that this was just another peaceful, tranquil day.

But then a chill runs down your spine, and that’s when you know something isn’t right. Instinctively, you teleport to your father.

That’s where you see your worst nightmare.

Rex Lapis, in all his pride and glory, is sprawled on the ground. His archon clothing is torn and bloodied; a huge gash is visible on his chest. What usually was neat and smooth brown hair was now tangled and spread on the floor, with burnt edges of his hair. Most importantly, his eyes are shut. They shouldn’t be.

“Baba!” You scream hysterically the moment you see his state, and rush over to him at once.

“No. No, no. No,” You mutter, your face drained of colour. Gently, you turn his body around with shaky hands. Rex Lapis in his human form groans softly, letting you know that there is still life in him, and you release a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

But the hope doesn’t last long. Similar to what you saw when you were with Xiao, the light in your father’s eyes is fading.

He sees you, and he cracks a smile. Wincing, he raises his right hand to place it on your cheek. You hold it firmly.

“You... you shouldn’t see me like this...” He mutters weakly, still fighting to keep the smile on his face. You choke on your tears.

He continues. “How many years... have I been on this world?”

“Shut up. You aren’t dying,” You lie to him (and yourself).

He only chuckles, but coughs out blood right after. You try hard not to grimace or cry louder.

“I’ve finished all my duties...”

“No.”

“Both Celestia and I believe...”

“No.”

“...that is it time I step down...”

“No!”

He ignores your pleas. “Do you remember when you were a very young adeptus... you were too scared to... let my hand go...”

You squeeze his hand tighter against your cheek, staining it with your tears.

“I do remember. And I am still scared to let it go.”

Because I fear that if I let it go, you will be gone forever.

It’s like your father can read your thoughts. He takes your other hand that is gripping on his archon clothing tightly, and caresses your hand with it. You can feel how his fingers tremble ever so slightly, getting his blood on your hands. You pay no mind.

“...Your dad and I will be waiting for you.”

“No. You aren’t going. Not now.”

But you too think that it is finally his time to go. He has been on this world for so long - just how many years of suffering and grief has he endured? You don’t want to imagine. Both you and your father believe that he should be having his well deserved break in Celestia, but right now, you can’t help but selfishly wish for him to stay with you just a little longer.

His fingers start to lose grip, and you swallow a scream.

“I hate you, Baba.”

“...I know, and I’m sorry. I love you.”

“...Will you tell me what Celestia is like when you reach there? I want to hear your stories again.”

“...Of course.”

When he finally goes limp in your arms, a part of you dies.

It’s like you’re a robot. You can’t tell what expression you’re making right now. Is it grief? Is it denial? Is it frustration?

His cold dead body is still in your arms, and even though your brain is screaming at you, He’s dead, he’s dead! There’s no use! You are desperately searching for any sign at all that would provide you the littlest of hope.

But there is nothing. His body is cold, his limbs unmoving, and his heart dead silent.

You finally scream.

Refusing to let go of his body, you hug his corpse tightly to you. You can’t hear anything now. The screams and shouts of the citizens of Liyue sound like they know that their archon has fallen - but you can’t hear it.

A golden flower shaped like a glaze lily blooms from the ground, courtesy of your Geo powers. But even though you are the one who summoned it, you don’t seem to notice as its petals engulf the whole of you and your father. You are about to sleep for a few thousand years, until you can face the truth again; which is probably never.

So what if you are running away from reality? Your world is dead anyway.

a/n: holy shit this is a piece of trash lets hope the other chapters aren’t as bad. was the death scene too short? i’ll try to fix it when i have the time.

#genshin #genshin impact #angst #genshin angst #zhongli #adeptus reader #platonic zhongli x reader #i am addicted to zhongchi love child au #zhongli angst

[muffindaddystyles]

Please write more of Dove and Harry ? You’d earlier written in ne where she gets lost and Harry can’t find her…. Please some more like that. I really like reading protective Harry for his kids especially daughters!

HARRY HATES A CERATIN PINK BICYCLE BUT DOVE THINKS OTHERWISE :D

Harry has never been this stingy towards things. You don’t hold a beef with stuff round you, right? You hold beefs with actual hell of people who're mighty pests in the name of human being.

But, this. Oh damn this. Four wheeler little pink bicycle, that have sparkling pom-poms around it’s handles, a cute yellow basket corked to it's front and rainbow coloured cups hanging from the back of it’s seat that cackles whenever the wheels roll.

It’s the most obnoxious transporting vehicle, Harry had seen in his whole life. He's kind of grousing in the corner that why out of trillion of toys auntie Gemma had to prove herself the best aunt in the whole world alive and chose this hideous gaggingly pink bicycle.

It just doesn’t makes sense to gift it to a three years old! And when that three years old’s a headstrong little thing, with wilfulness of her daddy and the marbles of kitten in replacement of those eyes.

“Daddy we’ll ‘ve fun, promise!” Her ‘r' vanishes into a whistle since she’s still wary onto speaking huge words, babbling her daddy’s ears off with random shite doesn’t count.

Sometimes Harry thinks; that his 50 years old mum's prisoned and captured into a dainty body of three years old -- and his time has come to get bossed around and scolded for his own good sake.

His mommy in the guise of his little dove.

“How’s tha’ missy!?” Harry squints down at her with his hands fisted on his hips. His fake scowl breaks into a fluttery smile when dove with her grubby pudgy hands pushed the bicycle around, her boot clad feet stomping against the hardwood floor, “Like this daddy!” Her chest heaved from getting tired of pushing it around in circles.

“Y'gonna put y’old man to labour?” When she sees her dad’s strictness resolving into contemplating the idea she squeals out giggles making Harry flinch and cover his ears, He’s sure he’ll end up deaf in his fifties.

Harry feels his chest warm and gooey with fond when she jumps on her tippy toes and wraps herself around Harry’s calves.

“Kay, teddy bear enough of butterin’ dada up.” Harry grunted through his nose ducking down to scoop her up in his embrace and she instantly loops her arms around his neck, her button rosy nose twitching with happiness as she patted his cheek with a toothy grin.

Harry shook his head at her brains, his eyes closed and lips thinned while he tries to announce it to her in the most dramatic way.

“Why’re you the way you’re dovie? He sighs and her response doesn’t baffles him any, “’Cos you.” She whispers into his ear as if it’s the most secretive thing in the world getting his cheek and earlobe wet with her drool.

“Yeah, cos' ‘m your inventor. My bad.”

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That’s how they ended up here in the living room since Harry’s still hesitant and scared to let her ride the bicycle outside.

She makes sweet and loud kissy noises dangling her feet in a rhythm messing the already bombed up curls of Harry while he puts protection pads around her knees, he leaned more onto his shins adjusting the strap of her helmet and pinched her chin to make her look at him.

“Hello baby –..,” He opened his mouth to give her instructions when she cut him off with a cute whiny huff and the fold of her arms round her small body, “Daddy ‘m no baby.” Harry rolls his eyes towards the ceiling and bats his lashes.

“F'me you’re.” He tuts with a coo and took her wrist gently to help her slide down the sofa before she could possibly terrorise him more, sometimes Harry has this aching urge to laugh at her statements but it’s not right to his lil bean so he does it when he’s alone to not to hurt her feelings.

She refused any kind of guidance from him with just a single gesture of her palm (he doesn't know how she manages to behave like a 30 at her 3) and he ended up helping her wiggle her bum up the seat anyhow, “Hmm. Y'already know the deal dovlin'.” He knocks on her pink helmet which has tiny cows on it.

She bobbed her head and puckered her lips, Harry being her best telepathic communicator gets the sign and forwards his cheek for her to kiss it.

“Love y'daddy.” Her affection for her dad muffling against his stubble and in droopy voice he mimics her with bright teasing eyes, “wuveee you daddy.”

“Back to work!” Harry commanded moving towards the end of cycle and squeezed her neck tenderly before pushing her around and giggles happily when she squealed out in utter thrill.

“Weeeeeeoiiii!!” Harry joins her putting aside the fact he was very against it moments ago, but the little fun does no harm, right? He did think so.

It has always happened to him in this particular order whenever the things gets into their happy track a downfall is always written for them, just like the time when dove got sick and wouldn’t get any better taking her to hospital got crucial only for them to come back to their family being there for them her grandma and auntie Gems were their to get her recover but she got sick again.

“Alone!” She grumbles trying to move Harry’s hands away but he grips it tighter, “’M big!” She complains feet reaching for the paddles that took a swing.

“Hands on handles!” Not in a mood for her to throw a tantrum after such exhilarating moment Harry dismissed her off with a bit of frown, “Hands on handles! Hands —--,” He shouts anxiously heartbeat racing painfully against his ribs and he feels time slowing down as he watches dove losing her balance – but – puffs out in relief when she thumps against the sofa.

“Shit!” He cries out when the cycle tumbles along dove and falls on her, the poor baby didn’t even got time to process what's happening before the metal basket hits her bottom lip and her elbow hard.

Harry’s fear reeling infront of him, deafening him for a moment.

Immediately, He throws it away from over her half assed about where it lands and bunched her in his arms protectively. Cradling his sweet baby’s face in his palm and his eyes watered up at the bleeding lip and more abrasions on her elbow.

He sucks in a whimper when she tries even not to sniffle being a brave girl for her dad and goes to wipe his tears with her trembling lil hands, “It’s otay daddy.” Harry hiccups into her wrist smacking kisses upon kisses into her palm.

“’M sorry me lil dovlin'.” He sulked wiping his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie and kissed her forehead.

It physically pains him to see his Dovie hurt, it makes him sad till long hours.

Call him sensitive but with Dove he’ll never able to hold his tears back, she pulls onto his heart strings the most agonisingly, she comes before anyone else and her safety too.

“No cry.” She pushed him away and pouted leaning to peck his lips and Harry giggles when she wipes the subtle blood stain she got on his mouth with a sheepish smile, “Lets fix your boo boos honey pot.” Harry gave her a weepy smile and pet her head taking them to his room.

He’s really surprised and well very proud that she was so brave for him, in times like these Harry realises if nobody got him his daughter’s gonna be there for him always.

“’M really reallyyyy proud of you sweet pea.” After putting Dove's favourite rapunzel bandages on her gashes Harry showers her in kisses that are loud and exaggerated but full of pride and love for her, making sure to do ‘mwah!’ at each one.

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Harry made her chicken nuggies and let her drink orange juice (even though it gives her an achy throat) she’s such a good little briber.

She’s all snuggled in his bed, her face hidden in his chest out of shyness as Anne asks about her accident with a sad pouty smile.

“You gotta be careful next time okay sweetie?” Anne told her. Harry groans when her head perked up with gleam in her eyes, “There’s no next time!” He quips making his point clear.

“Gran’ma you wan’ see?” She blubbers excitedly crawling out from under the covers but carefully Harry catches her ankle and tugs her back towards him which causes the phone to fall from her hands onto the floor.

The clumsy cutie.

“Oh Grandma, you otay????” Her curly head pops from over the mattress and the room fills with laughter at her innocence and dumbness, she's just three, you prick.

“My silly little bear.” Harry’s laugh fades into giggles while he settles her bum on his chest and cuddles her tightly into his neck despite of her whiny protests and squiggles to let her free.

#DADDDYYYY HARRRRYYY #DAD HARRY #YAHOOOO FLUFFIIIESSSSSSS #WRITING #cute harry #harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #fluff #harry angst #hsh #harry styles fanfic #harry styles one shot

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“Let me bandage you up,” Tía or Ray and Reggie, just to be different. 😁

hi i loved this so much omg. huge thanks to Ángela @angela-feelstoomuch for the spanish help as well, any remaining mistakes are totally my own fault haha. warning for some swearing and mentions of bl00d/minor injury.

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Honestly, being an honorary Molina is pretty great most of the time. Reggie loves having a little brother, would have done anything to convince his parents to have another kid when he was younger (and alive), though he knew they never would, since one kid was already such a pain in the ass. So Carlos is amazing.

And obviously Julie is his favourite girl ever, and his favourite still-alive person in the world, and she sings like an angel and thinks his country songs are cool and he would do anything for her and et cetera. It’s nice to see Luke and Alex settle in, get more relaxed - Luke doesn’t shy away from Julie every time Ray enters a room, and Alex doesn’t make excuses to miss dinner so that he doesn’t have to say grace, because he’s realised Ray doesn’t make him say grace.

“Niños!” Ray is calling from the kitchen, oven mitts on his hands, grin on his face, “Help setting the table?”

Even from here, dinner smells amazing. “Coming!” Reggie calls, manages not to say ‘dad’ at the end but it’s close, as he and Carlos bounce up off the couch and run to the kitchen.

Ray is the best. Reggie’s own dad was - look, it’s not that he was awful, it’s not that Reggie hates him, it’s just - he saw these dads, in movies, and on TV, and in other peoples homes, and he wanted one even more than he wanted a puppy, or a little brother, and Ray is that dad. He’s understanding, and encouraging, and funny, and a great cook, and he never raises his voice even when he should be mad about something. Reggie feels so lucky that Julie and Carlos let Reggie share their dad, even unofficially.

“Carlos!” Tía snaps, as he runs past her and ducks under her elbow, narrowly avoiding the tray in her hands, “Cuidado! La bandeja está caliente!”

It’s Tía Victoria who kinda scares Reggie.

It’s not that she’s not nice. Tía is nice. She brings over food and drives Carlos to ball games and pesters Ray about dentists’ appointments he almost forgets to go to. It’s just that she’s a little more like the other adults Reggie knew. She barks her words, sometimes, and she doesn’t get Julie’s music thing quite like Ray does, even if she’s supportive for the most part. And she doesn’t always believe Carlos about things, which Reggie understands more now that he’s been conned by Carlos about several random things (for example, Eggos are not in the house-sized waffle business in 2020 as Carlos told him, and they did not manage to breed dragons into existence with new DNA cloning technology) but still. It makes him nervous.

“Sorry, Tía!” Carlos chirps as he slides on his socks into a crouched position in front of the cupboard where they keep all the plates and bowls. Since Carlos has them handled, Reggie goes for glasses instead, reaching overhead for the cupboard on the opposite side of the room.

“Carlos!” sighs Tía again, more irritated than before, and Reggie feels his shoulders tense even though he wills them not to. “Let me help carry some of those, you’ll drop them, sobrino.”

“Fine,” Carlos huffs, and there’s the clink of plates as he passes half his pile off to her and they head for the dining table.

Reggie counts in his head as he stacks the glasses in the crook of his arm. There’s him and the boys, so four - wait, no, three - plus Julie, so four - then Ray and Carlos and Tía so five six seven -

He’s too caught up counting, is the problem, and doesn’t focus enough on how he has the glasses balanced. It probably would have been fine, except there’s a loud thud! Which Reggie registers a moment too late as being Luke, jumping from the top of the stairs to the bottom, enjoying his alive body. The sound scares Reggie about a foot in the air, and he fumbles the stack of glasses, and almost manages to save it.

The glass from the very top of the pile smashes on the floor, a harsh shatter that makes every head in the room turn in his direction. Reggie feels the panic surge up in him like a forgotten pot on the stove suddenly bubbling over. With trembling hands, he puts the rest of the glasses on the counter and scrambles down to the floor, tries to gather the glass shards together into a pile from where they’ve scattered, desperate to tidy the mess, to give some sense of responsibility, instead of just standing there like a stupid kid. “I’m sorry,” he starts, and his voice shakes more than he’d like, almost more than his hands had, “I’m sorry, I can clean it-”

“Reggie!” interrupts Tía, and her voice seems sharper than the glass.

“Victoria-” Ray begins, but Tía doesn’t let him finish, either. She’s already practically at Reggie’s side, crouching down next to him on the floor.

Her closeness makes Reggie’s hairs stand on end, and he’s not sure what he expects, but it’s not for her to gently lay her fingertips on his wrist and say, in a much softer tone, “Mijo, you’re bleeding.”

“Oh.” Reggie blinks. Looks at his arm, next to where her perfectly manicured nails have landed. She’s right, he sees. There’s a few little gashes, nothing huge, trickling blood in tiny streams down his forearm. In a few more moments, the blood would have reached his hand, and he would have noticed, probably. Except when he turns his palms up to look at them, he realises they’re cut up, too. Probably from grabbing glass shards with no protection.

His lip wobbles before he can stop it. He can still feel everyone looking at him. Knows what they must be thinking.

Stupid fucking kid.

“What are you staring at?” Tía says, back to business as usual. He flinches at her voice, before he realises she’s not talking to him. She’s talking to the others. “Come on! Ray, grab the dustpan and some shoes, clean up this glass before anyone else gets hurt. Carlos, finish setting the table, and Luke, go fetch the others para la comida.” In his peripheral vision, Reggie sees everyone bounce back into action, like her words broke a spell on them, and it’s a relief to know they’re not all looking at him any more. Tía continues, as she tucks an arm around Reggie’s shoulders, “Reggie and I will be back.”

“We will?” Reggie asks automatically, as she helps him balance on his wobbly, baby-giraffe legs.

“En un minuto,” she tells him confidently. “But first, let me bandage you up.”

He’s not exactly going to argue with her. Honestly, any excuse to get out of the public space is appreciated when his eyes still feel so close to swimming with tears. Firm yet warm, she leads him to the bathroom and has him sit on the closed toilet lid while she pulls Ray’s first aid kid from the cabinet, pulling from it some disinfectant, bandages and a pair of tweezers.

“Just in case any glass is left,” she explains briskly, settling on the edge of the bathtub and turning his arm over, palm up, so she can see the scratches. She tuts softly. “Your poor hands!”

Reggie ducks his head, whispers, “I really am sorry.”

“¿Por qué?” she asks. “It was an accident, right?”

“Huh?”

She sits back again and looks him in the eyes for a moment. If it was Ray, or one of the boys, Reggie would shy away from the look, but she has the same skill Julie has, to pin you in place with her gaze, so Reggie assumes it’s from Rose’s side of the family. “I know you didn’t throw that glass on the ground on purpose. It was just an accident. These things happen.”

“You’re not angry?” The question slips out before Reggie can think about how silly it sounds, but instead of rolling her eyes, or her jaw clenching in annoyance, Tía’s expression softens somehow.

“No, mijo. Not at all. Estaba un poco preocupada, maybe, but that’s only because I care about you.”

Reggie doesn’t know what to say to that. Bites his lip as she gently applies disinfectant along the wounds, once she’s declared them sufficiently glass-free, and wills himself not to cry as she wraps the bandages around his arm and a little around the palm of his hand. At least if he cries she’ll just think it’s because of the sting, and not because he braced himself so hard to be yelled at and called names and then it never came.

Not because he keeps remembering that he feels like glass himself. Always a moment away from falling onto the ground and shattering, so teeter-y that the kindness of adults he barely knows can almost knock him over the edge.

“Terminado!” she declares, tying off the last of the bandage, and gives him a big smile. It looks genuine enough. Not like she’s bottling anything up to let out at him later. Not like she’s fronting, or lying, not that Reggie’s ever been particularly good at telling the difference with anyone. She must see the puzzlement in his face, because she adds, “Just an accident.”

It really seems that simple. Like everything’s just fixed and okay. Like she doesn’t think Reggie is stupid. The feeling is sort of overwhelming; Reggie’s stomach feels all warm, and - empty, actually. It grumbles loudly in that moment, and Tía laughs, and Reggie laughs with her.

“Vamos a como?” he tries, because he’s been listening, and trying to pick things up.

“Vamos a comer,” she corrects him, but he can’t mistake her tone this time for anything other than delighted, her expression for anything other than fond and relieved as she helps him up. They go back down the stairs, her loosely holding his hand the whole way, not enough to hurt his wounds, but enough to remind him she’s there.

She presents him to the table with a goofy little ta-da! gesture, much to the joy of those already at the table. “Our Reggie, back in one piece!” she says. Laughter and relief radiates from all the others, and Tía grins, pleased, puts her hands on her waist. In that moment, despite all his preconceptions, she reminds him more of Julie than anyone else.

Maybe she isn’t so scary after all.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #reggie peters #reggie molina #tia victoria #ask #queenofthequillandink

[ray-ray-writings]

maybe a drabble of the reader traveling to the nether for supplies and getting corner trapped in a fortress? like they have to surround themselves with dirt and the wither skeletons are like breaking it? so the reader has lost all hope and is like messaging sleepybois on the communicator being like “ill miss you all and love you all” and basically preparing for death but phil comes just in time and brings them back to safety? (bonus if the reader is on their last life!)

Technoblade needed blaze rods and powder for potions, but he just couldn’t seem to get a break to actually go into the nether and get it himself. So being the good sibling you are, you offered to go for him. He agreed and gave you some weapons and a fire resistance potion so that you would be safe. So you say goodbye to your brothers and your father and you head off into the nether. The trip to the fortress goes smoothly. You wave at all the pigmen and the piglins let you pass without problems. Once you’re inside the fortress, you drink the fire resistance potion your brother gave you and you get to work. You camp the blaze spawners and take no damage as the fling their fireballs at you. You get so into your grind, that you forget about all of the other mobs in the fortress, a huge mistake on your end. 

As you’re killing blaze, something hits you from behind and you’re thrown forward onto the ground, you’re back stinging and your whole body just feels bad. You manage to look at your arm and you immediately notice that your usually red hearts have turned black and are slowly deteriorating. I manage to scramble to your feet and turn around to face the wither skeleton. It raises it’s sword at you to try and take another strike but you manage to block it and quickly kill the mob. As you look in your inventory, you realize that you have forgotten to bring food and that you won’t be able to get your hearts back up. So deciding you have enough rods for now, you quickly begin to book it out of the fortress. Unfortunately for you, as you’re running down a corridor, you run head first into some wither skeletons guarding the path. There are only two, but you know you can’t take them both. 

So you turn on your heel and run the other way. The clatter of bones that sounds behind you let’s you know that you are now being chased. You manage to twist and turn down the long hallways of the fortress, but in doing so you begin to get lost until at one point you run straight into a deadend. You turn around and find the wither skeletons closing in on you. So you do the only thing you think is logical. You pull out some cobblestone that you had grabbed and begin building around you, a small little box to close yourself in. You get most of it done, but just as you’re about to place the last block. One of the stone swords surges through the gap and slashes your stomach. You let out a cry of pain, but manage to bat the skeleton’s back and close off the whole. You pull out a small torch for a little bit of light in your small box. The main hope is that the skeleton’s will get bored and just go on their way, but the sound of something hitting the cobblestone fills your ears and you know that hope is hopeless. You manage to check your arm again, and a small sob escapes your lips. You’re down to a single heart with no food, no way to heal, and no way out. You know that this is your last life and once these wither skellys break down your barrier, you’re dead and done for. There is nothing you can do… All you can do is reach out and say goodbye. 

You manage to pull your communicator out of your pocket and type a message to your father. “Things went horribly wrong. I’m trapped by wither skellys. I’ve surrounded myself with cobblestone but it seems that they’re going to break it down and kill me. I have no food and no way out…. I love you so so much dad. Tell the boys I love them too. I’m going to miss you a lot, but don’t miss me too much. I’m so sorry I let you down.” and you hit send and just wait for your impending final death. 

Back in the overworld, Philza is helping Techno prep to brew potions while Wilbur and Tommy argue over some little thing. He feels his communicator buzz and for a moment he considers just ignoring it and getting to it later because he’s in the middle of something. But then something from deep within him tells him to look at it and his heart stops when he reads the message. He immediately steps away from the brewing stand causing Techno’s head to shoot up, “What?” He asks, really curious as to what his father had just received. “We’ve got to go now” Philza exclaims before rushing over to the closet where he stored his armor and weapons and piling them on his body, shoving some food and a healing potion in his inventory, before rushing to the door. “Where are we going and why are we in such a rush?” Tommy whines as he drags his feet to the door. “NOW!” Philza simply booms, startling all three sons into action before he sprints out the door and to the nether portal. The three boys jump into action and grab their stuff, struggling to put it on as they run after Philza. They catch up to him and all go through the portal together. As they’re running through hell toward the fortress, the boys manage to get Philza to tell them what’s happening, but it’s very broken up but they manage to piece it together, “Y/N. Fortress. Trapped. Low health.” The four buckle down into a full sprint and don’t stop until they're inside the nether brick castle. 

So for the sake of the story we’re going to say that when you sent the message to Philza, it also showed him your coordinates. So Philza knows exactly where to go and with Philza leading and Techno following behind, the mobs that sprinkled the hallways didn’t even get to blink before they were dead. With the pace they were moving, the four found the deadend rather quickly and just in time too. The two skeletons had almost broken through the cobble when the four found them. Just a few more hits and they would have been through. Philza sees red and charges forward the only thought in his head is to kill the things that dare hurt his family. The wither skeletons don’t even know what is happening. They’re dead before they can even shift their agro. Once their dead, Philza lets himself take a few breaths to calm down before dropping his sword and pulling out his pickaxe and carefully hitting the cobble away to reveal you behind the walls, covered in blood looking completely out of it. 

You’re so out of it you don’t even realize what’s happening. You don’t realize that the sounds of the wither skeletons tried to break the cobble had stopped and the clatter of bones had quit as well. So when the light of the nether pours in from a hole in your cobble wall you just think that it’s the end for you. It’s not until strong arms wrap around you and pull you into a warm chest do you realize that you’re safe, that you’re father had gotten your message and had come to save you. Sobs began escaping your lips. You’re so tired, and in pain, and were so scared that it all just comes crashing down on you at once. ‘I’ve got you sweetheart. You’re going to be just fine,” Philza murmurs in your hair as he tries to rub your back. But you let out a hiss as he accidentally runs his hand over the large bleeding gash that one of the wither skeletons left. Philza pulls you away from him and examines you and quickly jumps into action. He lays you down on the nether brick and instructs the other three to keep an eye out while he stablizies you. He quickly pulls out the food and the potion he stuffed in his pockets. Philza uncorks the pinkish potion and tips it back and helps you swallow all of its contents. Once that is down, he carefully helps you eat some of the things he brought with him. After you’re finished, he grabs your arm and watches as the red hearts stop shaking and the number of red hearts slowly goes back up. When you’re back up to about 3/4s health, Philza helps you stand up. The health potion has made you feel a lot better, but you still ache and you know that when it wears off there will be hell to pay. So it’s best if they get you back to the over world asap. So Philza has one of your arms over his shoulder and calls Tommy over to support you on the other side. He decides that they’ll need Techno and Wilbur to defend them on the way out. “Okay. Let’s go” Philza calls before taking slow steps forward, making sure to move at a pace you were comfortable with. 

It takes much longer than it ever has to get back to the portal and back to the overworld, but no one complains about the slow pace, not even Tommy. Even the child seems to be very worried about your health and safety. Once back in the overworld, Wilbur runs ahead of you to prep. He puts a sheet over the couch so you could sit down and be taken care of without getting blood all over the cushions and blankets. Wilbur also sets up all of the medical supplies they’ll need to clean your cuts and bandage them properly. 

When you get home, Philza takes care of you. He cleans up the blood and bandages both of the cuts before giving you more food to eat. He doesn’t let you get off of the couch for many hours until he’s absolutely sure that you’re okay. He actually spends a lot of that time cuddled up next to you on the couch as well. Philza just has to hold you for a while because you really scared him. He just has to reassure himself that he in fact got there in time and that you’re safe in his arms. Philza tells you he loves you probably 30 times in the span of 5-6 hours because he just wants to make sure you know. And trust me, you do know. Not everyone would drop what they were doing to come to literal hell just to save you. But Philza did. Your dadza did. And if that doesn’t prove that he loves you, i don’t know what does. 

#mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt drabble #philza #philza imagine #philza drabble #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #drabble #ray responds

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Abandoned 10

Summary: Jasper Hale/Reader

This is the tenth piece in my Abandoned Series; the continuation of this imagine can be provided by: two or more requests for it in the ask box

Jasper is much quieter than Edward about his relationship, he carefully explains to you how his family reacted last time a human had been brought around, mumbling the family drama in between kisses.

“Wait so basically you guys caught the attention of the vampire mafia and they just left you alone?” Jasper laughs a little. “Somewhat, they’ll probably try again, it’s kind of why I’m trying to keep you hidden, the more safety the better.” “And the massive pack of werewolves isn’t enough?” “It helps, but I prefer more low-key anyways.” You nod curling into his chest. “I prefer it too, wouldn’t want everyone giving me stares for taking Jasper Hale away from their daydreams.” He laughs again and shakes his head. “Edward’s heard their daydreams, being in a relationship doesn’t stop them. You should hear some of the things he hears about Bella.” You smile. He turns to the window, watching the sun dip. “Time’s up huh?” He nods kissing you and sliding out the window.

You’re shuffling through the halls trying to avoid everyone as usual. You can see the Cullen’s resting in their usual spot by the wall. You slide past them, refusing to look as you can feel their eyes on you. It lasts less than a few seconds before you’re on your way to English. You slip into your seat grimacing as the teacher starts to talk about your next project. Math is less exciting your teacher scolding you for your low score on the last test. You nod, making your way to lunch. You sit at the edge of the cafeteria, you watch the Cullen’s out of the corner of your eye as everyone does. You let your thoughts drift, already you can feel the anxiety bubbling under your chest as you think of your mother visiting this weekend. You know she’ll ask all sorts of questions and snap at you. You rub your hands over your head and sigh, dragging yourself from the cafeteria and start walking home. You can feel Jasper’s eyes lingering on you as you leave. You make it home unlocking your door and wincing as you can hear your mother moving around upstairs.

“Mom! I got off early! Uncle Evan isn’t here. He’s at work and-“ You mother appears on the stairs frowning. “Your room is a mess, and the other rooms are so dusty.” “I don’t go into any other rooms besides mine and the bathroom. Downstairs is much nicer it’s where we spend most of our time.” You mother nods settling herself on the couch and waiting expectantly. “Where’s dad?” “He couldn’t make it, work is taking up all his time as usual.” You nod. Sitting awkwardly in the armchair. “I can call Evan and see if he can come home and-“ “I already called him. He’s on his way.” “Of course. Tea?” You hold out a mug and she nods to the table where you place it, you can hear the door open and sigh gratefully as your uncle walks through. “Hey Vivian.” “Evan.” She nods and he scowls. “You weren’t supposed to be coming up for another week. Why so early?” You watch your mother frown. “I wasn’t sure how I’d find the house if you had time to prepare and clean everything.” She huffs.

“Well as I’m sure your daughter has told you we only spend time downstairs.” He rolls his eyes and your mother nods turning to you. “Don’t you have homework?” You nod using the excuse to rush upstairs and into your room. You scowl, your books and everything on your shelves having been moved. You turn when you see Jasper standing against your closet. “Your mom seems, detail orientated.” You turn frowning shifting your books from alphabetical order back to how they were organized. Jasper freezes, sliding out of the window winking as you turn your mother barging in. “You uncle assured me you’re fine here. I’m leaving now.” She pulls you into a surprisingly warm hug and holds you for a moment. “You can come home anytime you need.” “I know mom, I know. I like it here, the weather is perfect.” She laughs as the rain picks up. “Of course you love it here, it’s always raining. The forest looks incredible, don’t wander too far.” She kisses your forehead and turns to the door. “Hey mom, don’t be a stranger, but please plan your visits.”

“Of course, now I have quite a drive ahead of me.” She smiles and you follow her down hugging her at the door. You turn to your uncle as she drives away. “Wow thirty minutes, record visit.” He laughs and you nod. “How was it?” He shrugs and you nod again. “She complained how messy the house is, I told her she was welcome to stay, she refused, as usual. And said she hopes you’re keeping your grades up and that no boys are distracting you.” He laughs a little and you squirm under his gaze. “Besides that crush you have, and yes it’s totally a crush. No one’s caught your interest?” You shake your head face pinking. “You should ask him for dinner, or whatever kids do these days, actually don’t do that, be safe. Consent and all that.” You frown at him. “Sorry was that too awkward?” “I haven’t even talked to him outside school. We’re not even friends.” You shrug and he pulls you into a side hug. “Seriously kid, just another half year to go and then you can go wherever you want. I know this is tough, it’s just till you’re 18.” You nod looking nervously back up the stairs. “She mess up your room again?” You nod shrugging a little. “Hey, you going to be alright?”

“Yeah. Just sucks being reminded I have no friends or really anyone besides you here. I don’t mind, but sometimes it hurts a little.” You shrug again and your uncle pulls you into a full hug. “Well how about after school tomorrow we go up to the river spot you like so much, I have the day off anyways.” He smiles crookedly and you return his hug. “I’d love that.” “No go up and fix your room before you have a panic attack.” Jasper’s still gone when you get back up and you finish rearranging your books and shelf, before putting away your laundry and starting your homework. It’s after ten when you give up hope of him reappearing, instead curling under your covers and trying to sleep.

You wake up groggy and shower, shoving yourself into your clothes and out the door. Your uncle drives you to school and as you get out you’re surprised to see the Cullen’s absent. The rain is pelting your already wet hair and you can feel your uncle’s chiding voice digging into your ears about how you’ll get sick. You skid into class curling against the radiator that you’re thankfully sat next to. You’re walking toward your usual table in lunch when Jasper arm swings around you and pulls you to his table. You blink up at him as he stretches sitting in his usual spot gesturing to the chair he pulled over. “Sit.” You obey nervously looking to the rest of his family. “We know you know. Jasper told us everything last night.” You blink at Edward. “So is the vampire mafia going to kill me now?” Emmett laughs smiling. Rosalie rolls her eyes. “I like her. You have good taste.” Emmett smiles at you and you shift in your chair. “Really hoping that’s not a double entendre.” Emmett laughs more. And Edward grimaces. “Jasper, really? Can you please not.” Jasper blinks at him and then smirks. “Feeling it is worse.” Edward scowls and you look confused. “What happened?” Bella smiles her voice lowering.

“Edward can read minds, Jasper can sense and change emotions, Edward more than likely heard Jasper’s thoughts, which Edward has had similar, so Edward trying to call him out on it is silly, especially when feeling things is worse than just thinking them.” She high fives Jasper who smirks again at Edward. “Wait, so you can just make people happy whenever you want?” “Yes. I can also-“ “Why’s Edward so grumpy then.” Rosalie laughs this time. “Esme is going to love her.” “Oh I forgot to tell you, I’m going hiking with my uncle later today! So I’m busy. Sorry.” You frown at the last part and Jasper pulls you closer. “It’s okay, Emmett and I were going to go hiking as well, less hiking more predators.” You frown twining your hands together. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Just a couple of bears.” Emmett shrugs. “No I mean the rangers put out a new limit on hunting, they’re checking everyone that comes in and out of the forests.” You chew your lip. “We’re going past Seattle to get it.” You nod appeased for the moment they wont be in danger. Emmett walks you to your shared biology class. “You do realize we’re like the worlds top predators, and we don’t exactly use guns, this isn’t anymore dangerous than you going to a café for a coffee.” You frown at him. “I just don’t want any of you to get hurt. It wouldn’t sit well with me.” He rolls his eyes.

You’re standing outside waiting for your uncle as he finishes getting his camera ready for the hike. He appears, locking the door and you both start up into the forest. “It’s nice you’re so easy to please you know, most kids want expensive shit and you lose your shit when it rains, it’s great. I’ve never saved this much money on Christmas and birthdays before.” He laughs and you nod jogging ahead excitedly. He overtakes you easily and you can hear his startled gasp. There are two wolves across the river. One a sandy blond, and the other a light gray almost silver, you uncle looks overjoyed, and you can see his camera moving. You’re nervous, they look huge, too big to be wolves and you hope Jasper hasn’t run into them; they look like they could do serious damage. You uncle steps forward and the wolves take no notice, you creep forward with him but hover back as he leans over the edge of the river on his stomach to try to get a better angle. He pulls himself back up and you can see the wolves have noticed growling and snarling as he nervously backs up, slipping and twisting his ankle as he stumbles from the river’s edge. The sudden movement he makes startles you, the muddy edge also claiming you as victim as you slip backwards gashing your head on a rock. You hiss, feeling slightly dizzy as you stumble towards your uncle.

“Shit.” He hisses and you nervously hover, half trying to drag him towards the trail. It takes you an extra two hours but you both manage to make it back to the house where you uncle hobbles to his car and insists you’re both going to the hospital.

“I’m fine! It was just a little rock is all. Nothing. Nothing bad.” You clutch your head wincing as the lights seem to distort for a moment. You can see the nurse who’s bandaging up your uncles ankle frown and call someone over. “Hello there. While I’d prefer we meet under better circumstances, let’s have a look.” You hiss and try to jerk away as the man shines a light into your eyes, you thrust your hands out trying to shove him away. “Warn me next time, it hurts.” “The light hurts?” He sounds worried. “I have a migraine from the rock.” You think he nods, but he carefully picks you up and places you on a hospital bed. “Just to check. I don’t think anything is wrong it’s a safety measure.” You can hear him talking to your uncle and then you start to fall asleep. The man shakes you awake scowling.

“Don’t sleep.” You nod blinking more as the bright light is suddenly gone from your vision. You recongnise you’re getting a MRI and the darkness seems to help clear your head. You don’t feel tired anymore or dizzy and as you wait for the nurse to come pull you out you hope you uncle is okay. “All done sweetheart, now lets get you seated here and-“ You cringe when the light’s flicker on. “Don’t worry we’ll move you to a dark room. We just have to get there first.” You nod keeping your eyes shut as you feel the hospital bed enter a darkened area. “There.” You open your eyes smiling at your uncle who’s leg is propped up. “Broke it.” You wince. The doctor comes in. “I’m going to shine this in your eyes now, try not to slap me again.” Your uncle laughs and you bite your lip. “Sorry about her Dr. Cullen.” “Just Carlisle is fine. Well seems everything is fine, you don’t have a serious concussion, and no sign of any other damage besides that cut, which we stitched up and your wrist.”

“Wait I have stitches?” Carlisle nods. “You kept your eyes closed so I just went ahead and saved you the trouble.” He smiles holding out a needle and thread that’s packed in a little sterile pocket. “What about my wrist?” You turn noting the cast for the first time. “Shit.” You blink at him and he smiles. “Just temporary, it’s not broken, but I figured it might be better than a sprain brace, they tend to make it worse before they get better.” “Thanks.” You nod. “Can we go home now?” Carlisle nods and you stand up swaying slightly as you uncle moves forward on his crutches. “My son offered to drive you home.” You uncle nods in thanks and you make your way to the car staring at Emmett in the drivers seat. He smirks. “Your chauffer has arrived.” He swings himself out opening the doors and helping your uncle in. You slid in while he’s fussing with the crutches and Emmett smiles starting the car and driving to your house.

“My dad was saying you drove here with a broken ankle. Very dangerous.” He tuts chuckling as you uncle laughs. “It wasn’t broken when I got in the car.” “So the car broke it?” Emmett turns eyeing the cast you have. “Can I sign it?” You nod holding it out as he pulls a marker out from his pocket. He smiles at you and opens the door after he takes your uncles keys. “Do you want me to do anything else? Take out trash? Laundry?” “You’ve done more than enough thank you. We can handle it from here.” “Make sure to elevate it!” He calls out as the closes the door.

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Eddie if Zack/Someone killed Lucian :)?

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Heh. Pain.

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Eddie gazed at the water crystal blue water, smiling softly. Making graves earlier today had him in a good mood. Now that it was night, he managed to sneak out before Albert could come beat him and relaxed by the small stream that laid near his pet cemetery. Although he was supposed to be calm, something in his heart was tugging. Almost as if something was wrong, but he wasn't sure what. Something deep inside worried him.

"Ed...Eddie..."

Eddie's eyes widen as his head whips to the left of him. He heard a faint cry from further down the creek that sounded awfully like someone he knew. The feeling of dread he felt before was now coming a reality. He quickly stood up and rushed towards the voice, his eyes meeting with a sight he could have never imagined.

Lucian's bloody body laying on the luscious green grass, staining it with a crimson red. His pale skin seemed even paler underneath the moonlight. Of course, Eddie dropped to his knees and immediately helped him sit up, seeing blood pouring from his head. So much blood.

"L-LUCIAN!" Eddie cried, unwrapping his red scarf from around his neck and trying his best to stop the bleeding. His eyes swept down his entire body, seeing he was wounded practically everywhere with glass shards sticking from his limbs. Despite looking like a ghost, Lucian laughed softly with tears rolling down his cheeks. "L-Lucian! What happened?!"

"Am...Am I gonna...die, Eddie?"

Eddie's heart jumped to his throat. From the amount of blood he was losing...

"N-NO! SHUT UP, YOU'RE NOT GONNA DIE!"

Lucian laughed again, this time even weaker. "Marigold...my dear marigold..." he fell into Eddie's arms, holding him with all the strength he had left. "It's okay...I...I wanted...to come...here so that...you could bury me..." Eddie didn't know what to do. He was so shocked that he couldn't even move or think. Everything was going in slow motion. "...Y'know...I...I...always liked you...more than..."

"L-Lucian...! Please, no! Please...please, stop it! You're not gonna die! I-I-I won't l-let you!" Eddie let him go and rested him against the trunk of a tree, sobbing out of control. "N-No...no...!"

Lucian gazed deeply at the crying boy. He could feel the blood pouring from all of his wounds which made him dizzy, however, he was more concerned about those tears of his. He was sobbing even though he would be the one to bury his childhood friend. For a moment, it confused Lucian.

"Eddie...it's...it's okay..." He reaches for Eddie's cheek, stroking it with his pale fingertips. "You don't need to...cry like that...I don't wanna see you cry..." Lucian then gave him a gentle smile. It seemed different from all the ones Eddie had seen, it was so genuine without any fault or concern. Pure joy to spend his last moments with Eddie. "Because...I...love you..."

Eddie's heart began to race with excitement. A mutual love that will last forever, right? All he had to do is make him eternal and they could share that feeling together until the end of time! That's what he would've thought if it weren't for those wounds. If he didn't do it now, Lucian would be stolen from him. He would die by the hand of his mother. That's not what he wanted, not at all.

Now...

Now.

He has to do it now.

Lucian's eyes grew more hollow than ever, the life seeping out of him. Eddie stood up and lifted his shovel, panicking. The genuine grin Lucian made was turning to an unreadable expression.

He has to die now.

"Eddie..." Lucian's voice grew so weak that you could barely describe it as a whisper. Eddie's tears were continuously falling from his face into the flowerbed beneath them, staining their petals ever so slightly. "...does this mean...you love me...too...?"

"I-I do!" Eddie wept, his hands trembling more than ever before. He couldn't move from his standing position. In fact, he was so devastated that he could barely keep his balance. For some reason, he just wanted to hold Lucian close without having to do this. But he would become like that little bird if Eddie didn't kill him.

Lucian closes his eyes with a bigger smile. "I'm glad...hey, you know...you look...scared..." his breaths became shorter and shorter from the amount of blood he was losing. "My final moments...belong to you...and only you, Eddie...if you're afraid of...killing me then...you don't...have...to..."

"L-LUCIAN!" Eddie drops his shovel and launches himself into his arms. He cried into his blood stained shirt, his entire body shaking from the fear of being alone completely. Lucian kept his smile, wrapping his arms around Eddie and patting his head just as he used to do.

"...It's okay...it's okay..."

"STOP IT! NOTHING IS OKAY, PLEASE DON'T GO! I-I LOVE YOU, LUCIAN! I-I-I ALWAYS HAVE! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"

"I-I love you t-too, Eddie..." Lucian choked, his tears mixing with Eddie's. No matter how he truly felt, he continued to smile for him.

"Lucian, please!" Eddie grabbed his shoulders and looked at him, seeing that smile. But...

He didn't see any life from him.

His body was limp as it rested on the tree trunk. No breathing, no heartbeat, nothing.

"Lucian..." Eddie's eyes were huge and his tears stopped. "Lucian...Lulu...? Hey..." his heart sunk further as Lucian's head rocked forward as Eddie shook him. No life whatsoever. The smile turned into a soft expression, looking as if he were only sleeping peacefully. Blood dripped down his forehead and onto Eddie, yet, no sign. "Hey...HEY! LUCIAN! LUCIAN, WAKE UP!”

But there was no reply.

“No…no…” Eddie held Lucian close, biting his tongue so hard that it began to bleed. He was trying to hard not to scream on the top of his lungs after all. Seeing his beaten body, he clenched his shirt into fists. “…Who did this to you…? Who…? Your mom…?” his voice fumed with anger. His chest felt tighter and tighter from being so enraged. His mind began to spin all in which had one solution.

. . .

“That’s it…” Eddie lifted Lucian into his arms, taking him to the meadow they used to play in as children. Flowers grew all around, little animals roaming, this is where he’d make Lucian happy. Then,

He’d do it better.

He’d make everything better.

Immediately getting to work, Eddie spoke to Lucian as he did before. As if he weren’t even dead. He told him every step he took to make this grave, what flowers he was going to pick, how bunnies and other small animals would roam around happily around the headstone. Overall, he overworked himself until his arms felt too heavy to even move. It needed sanded more, now it needed more detail, now it need more flowers, less flowers, the name should be fancier, the date needed to be more legible, over and over again. It had to be perfect. After all, he truly loved him. Ever since they were little kids. So…

He knew if he was gone…

“It’s done…” Eddie murmured, dropping his shovel and walking to his beloved. “…all done…” he then pulled Lucian into his arms and rested his head on his bloody chest. He still felt warm, but his blood was now drying onto his skin and clothes. Eddie didn’t want that. So, without a second thought, he stood up and walked to the stream, getting some water and rubbing the blood off of his body. He couldn’t get his clothes to be the way they were, but his pale skin was much clearer, as for his wounds as well.

Glass.

Eddie found glass in the gash on Lucian’s head, ultimately the cause of his death. Looking at the glass, he saw that it must have come from some sort of wine bottle. One huge smash to the head and poor Lucian bled out.

Eddie clenched his teeth. It must of been that rotten mother of his. Always intoxicated without a care in the world, it was her fault that Lucian died. All of her fault, all of it was!

“I’ll bury you now…” Eddie coaxed to him softly, giving him another hug. “then, you’ll be mine. I…love you, my dear Lucian.”

That being said, Eddie rested Lucian into the coffin he had hauled out from the shed, adjusting his hands to fold on his stomach and putting flowers in his white hair to cover the blood stains. He looked so elegant and beautiful, almost as if he was just sleeping. Slowly, Eddie grabbed the lid to seal him in before tearing up. This would be the last time to see him. Normally, he’d feel so overjoyed, but knowing how much pain he went through before dying just completely drowned him in sorrow. How terrible it was.

“I already miss you. I don’t think I can live without you..” Eddie whispers with a smile. “but I know I’ll see you again. I have no worries about that! I’ll see you…very soon.”

Pulling out his father’s revolver from with front pocket, Eddie puts the barrel up against his temple. “That’s right! I’ll see you right now! In our own grave, Lucian! Ours and ours alone! Isn’t it pretty?! ISN’T IT LOVELY?! HAHAHA, IT IS, ISN’T IT?! ALBERT, CARL, GEORGE, MOMMA, DAD, THEY’LL ALL FORGET ME! IT DOESN’T MATTER! AND SINCE I LOVE YOU THIS MUCH…! SINCE I COULDN’T MAKE YOUR DEATH BEAUTIFUL AND PEACEFUL, I SHOULD DIE TOO!”

And with that, Eddie pulled the trigger.

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traitor. (sokka x f!reader) pt 12

part 1 | part 11 | part 13

A/N: Enjoy a fic where Katara is able to express her emotions to someone and not have to keep everything bottled up inside until she explodes in a blinding rage. The next couple parts are gonna be so angsty :) *Also, I never came right out and said this, but I allude to it a lot. Y/N is a tall bitch. That is all.*

Katara peeked her head in. “Can we talk?”

The sound of her voice didn’t soothe any of Y/N’s fears. “Yeah, sure,” she said shakily. 

Y/N sat on her bed roll and left room for Katara to sit across from her. She pulled her knees up and played with her hands. They aren’t your friends. They aren’t your friends, Y/N chanted inside her head. She willed herself to take this well. She always knew this was going to be the ending, that this was going to happen–

“You know how you said I could talk to you?”

Y/N let out a huge breath she had been holding. Maybe this wasn’t a send off, no hey, thanks so much for your help so far, Sokka really appreciates you teaching him to sword fight, but we’re off with the Avatar now! 

“What’s wrong?” More importantly, what’s so wrong that you wanted to come to me to talk to? Y/N wanted to say. She settled herself a little more comfortably against the wall. “Is it about your dad?” Y/N guessed.

Katara froze, halfway between pulling her legs into cross them, her face a mask of shame. “Gods, is it so obvious?”

“Oh–um…” Y/N trailed off, not sure of what to say. 

“I don’t know why I feel this way,” Katara stuttered out.

“Don’t you think that you should talk to Sokka or Toph?” Y/N wasn’t sure that she was the best person to talk to about father-daughter relationships, seeing as she didn’t have one. They knew her better. Although, that might be the exact reason why she wasn’t going to them. 

“No,” Katara waved her hands. “Sokka, he wouldn’t get it. He loves my dad–not that I’m saying I don’t but–ugh,” Katara groaned and dropped her head in her hands. When she looked up again her eyelashes were wet. “Sokka doesn’t get what I’m feeling. I don’t understand what I’m feeling. I really do love Dad and I missed him every single day, but the moment I saw him I just felt this anger towards him. He was gone for so long and I was forced to grow up more than I should have with both my parents not being around. When I needed him the most he left. How–how can I just ignore that? How do you love someone and still be so unhappy with them?”

“Oh,” Y/N realized now what this was all about. Everything always comes back to Azula. Every decision she makes, every conversation she has, Azula still dominated her life. 

Y/N didn’t realize she started crying until Katara grabbed her hand. “No, no. I’m sorry! Don’t cry.��

Y/N squeezed Katara’s in a vice grip. “It’s not the same. Your dad, I’ve seen him look at you. He loves you and Sokka, he cares about you so much. He never meant to hurt you by leaving, but you don’t need to ignore it either. I love Azula because I’m weak. You love your dad because you know that no matter what he did, it was for the best even though it hurt.” Y/N wiped at her cheeks. “You need to talk to him. Tell him everything you told me. He’s probably hurting because you’ve shut him out, but he’ll understand.” 

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Katara sniffled. 

Y/N gave Katara’s hand another squeeze, not trusting her voice at the moment. She wished she had the courage to ask what was going to happen to her. It meant so much more now, but they were both teary-eyed and vulnerable; Y/N wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer. 

There were always distractions on the deck while Y/N and Sokka sparred, other warriors stood around eating, talking, watching them; the two of them had gotten used to it and ignored most of the voices, focusing on the task at hand. The difference that morning being that Aang was awake, and Aang didn’t know that she wasn’t their enemy anymore. 

“What are you doing?!” Aang’s voice broke through her concentration. A small gust of wind knocked her to one knee. Sokka’s inexperience didn’t give him the ability to pull back when going in for a strike and his sword glanced across her leg. 

Y/N didn’t feel it right away, in fact she thought he had missed until she looked down and saw the hole in her pants and the blood seeping through the fabric. It was the first blood they’d draw while sparring, and in the back of Y/N’s mind, she was thankful it was hers and not Sokka’s. 

“Oh shit. Oh shit, I am so sorry.” Sokka grasped her wrist and pulled it away so he could look at the wound. “Katara?!”

“It’s just a scratch.” Y/N waved her away after noticing that Aang was leaning heavily on his staff after airbending at her. “I’m fine, Katara.” 

“It’s like the size of my hand. Let her heal it,” Sokka protested. 

“Sokka,” Y/N growled through her teeth. “Let her help Aang first.” 

---

“Sorry, Aang. We should have told you when you woke up last night. I just didn’t want to overwhelm you,” Katara explained as she mended the gash on Y/N’s leg. The water soothed the sting, and when she was done all that was left was a pink scar. 

Aang rubbed his neck. “Sorry, Y/N.”

“No harm done. I probably would have reacted the same way if I saw someone beating up on my friend,” Y/N reassured. 

“You weren’t beating up on me,” Sokka muttered. He was quickly silenced with an elbow to the ribs, courtesy of Toph. 

“Maybe we should tell Twinkle-Toes what’s happened these last couple weeks.”

“Right, so after Ba Sing Se, we had to get you to safety. We went to Chameleon Bay and found Dad and the rest of his fleet. But the bay was full of Fire Nation ships and we wouldn’t stand a chance against them. So, we stole one.” Sokka gestured happily around him.

“So, what now?” Aang asked. “What are we going to do now that I’m awake?”

“My dad and I have been working on the invasion plan,” Sokka said. 

Y/N knew of the invasion plan. They didn’t act like they were trying to hide the plans from her, but it wasn’t like they included her in them either. 

“We won’t have the Earth King’s armies but we’ll have our allies from the Earth Kingdom, the eclipse and a surprise on our side.” Sokka wiggled his eyebrows. 

“What’s the surprise?” Aang asked suspiciously.

“You! The whole world thinks you’re dead! Isn’t that great?” Sokka jumped to his feet.

“Great?!” Aang stood up too, albeit unsteady, and leaned over the railing. “That’s terrible!”

“No, it’s great.” Sokka countered. “The Fire Nation won’t be hunting us anymore and they won’t expect you the day of Black Sun.” 

“No, no, no! You have no idea. This is so messed up!” Aang ran his hands through his short hair and opened his mouth to say something else when a foghorn interrupted him. 

Everyone’s faces whipped around in the direction of the sound. A Fire Nation ship was approaching. 

---

The five of them huddled on the staircase that led below deck, each one peeking their eyes (or ears) over the railing to catch what was happening. A metal gangplank was dropped between the ships and two soldiers and their captain approached Bato and Hakoda. Words were exchanged between the men but Y/N couldn’t hear a thing. 

“Gods, he looks familiar,” Y/N mumbled to herself. 

“Something’s wrong. They know!” Toph grabbed the edge and was about to haul herself over to tell everyone. 

But Y/N grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. “Wait.”

“What?!” she shrieked. 

Y/N ran up the steps. Sokka grabbed her calf but she shook him off and put on her most confident walk; long legged strides and her billowing cape hid her shaking hands. Y/N still wasn’t sure what she was doing. 

“Captain, what is going on?” She blinked at Hakoda and begged the spirits to tell him what she was doing. 

“My Lady,” He said gravely and Y/N held back a smile. “This Captain tells us that we need to be headed back to Ba Sing Se to support the occupation there.”

“Absolutely not!” She shouted.  

She stepped up on the gangplank and walked towards the three enemy soldiers who had frozen in the middle at her voice. “What is your name?” she pointed at the Captain.

He looked at her, taken aback. “I am Captain Sato. And who are you?” 

His eyes moved up and down her body and she stood a little taller. She put on her most diplomatic voice. “My name is Y/N, daughter of Commander Zhang. Right now you are delaying a very important mission. I command you to disembark our ship immediately and let us be on our way.”

Captain Sato let out a chuckle. “And what mission would that be? Your Captain is heading in the opposite direction of where he should be going and doesn’t even know which Admiral is in charge.” 

“That’s the point, you idiot! I’m on a secret mission for Fire Princess Azula; one of which you aren’t privy to the facts of and neither are they! Get off my ship!” 

He took an intimidating step towards her but Y/N didn’t back down. “I will be sending a messenger hawk to Capital City to confirm this, of course.” His voice was slimy, and she finally knew where she recognized him from. Some dinner party or something. His eyes always lingered too long. 

“You can do that, but know that I will be sending my own to make sure you are stripped of your title, stripped of your ship and you will go back to the Fire Nation as a disgrace. How does that sound, Captain Sato?” she sneered. 

She was met with silence. His face was red and he was breathing heavily. He wasn’t going to risk his job for his, Y/N knew it. “You’re free to go, My Lady.”

“Yes I am,” she growled. 

She marched back to Hakoda and Bato with wide eyes. She stood shoulder to shoulder with them as the Fire Nation ship pulled away. 

Toph grabbed her from behind and spun her around. “Y/N, I laughed so hard when you said you were going to strip him of his title, I thought they were going to be able to hear me.” The younger girl threw her head back and laughed some more. “Who even says ‘privy’?”

“You did good, kid.” Hakoda patted her shoulder, and that little action took a huge weight off her shoulders. Y/N let herself laugh loudly and freely along with Toph; she laughed so hard that she could barely pull a breath back in. 

“I–I don’t even remember what I said. I think I blacked out.” Y/N giggled again and she felt good. 

---

The ship docked in a Fire Nation port at dusk. Food was getting low on the ship but that was just the essentials they needed. It was also exhausting being at sea for so long. They all needed to stretch their legs on dry land. 

Toph, Sokka and Y/N waited just inside of town. It was beginning to get dark outside and Sokka was pacing. “Where are they? I’m starving.” 

“Calm down, Snoozles,” Toph said. “Katara said they’d be right behind us.”

“But what if they got captured? We are in the Fire Nation.” Without meaning it, he looked very pointedly at Y/N. She in turn, focused her eyes anywhere but him. 

“Wait!” Toph said. “I can hear Katara…” She trailed off and gave them both a confused look. “It’s just Katara.”

Y/N followed Sokka and Toph as they ran to meet her. 

“There you are!” Katara’s cheeks were red from running. “Aang is gone.”

“What? Where did he go?” Sokka inquired. 

“I don’t know! He said–he said he needed to redeem himself. He took his glider and left! I think he wants to finish this on his own. He said he needed to defeat the Fire Lord alone.” Katara shook her head, not even she could understand the reasoning behind it. 

“Well come on! We have to go find him!” Toph was already running back in the direction of the ship. Y/N hesitated, but then followed them. The least she could do is give them a proper send off when they took Appa. 

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Katara climbed up and took the reins while Sokka and Toph clamored up into the saddle. Y/N opened her mouth, but she didn’t even know what to say. Was good-bye something even appropriate? Good luck? Sokka interrupted her thoughts and she realized she was standing there staring at them like a fish out of water. “What are you doing?”

“Saying goodbye?” Y/N replied. 

“Why are you saying goodbye?” Toph asked. She nudged Sokka in the arm. “Why is she saying goodbye?” 

“I’m not a part of your team.” Sokka and Katara shared a look. Y/N felt stupid, like she was missing something very important. 

“You’re coming with us,” Katara declared. “We thought you knew. You became a part of this the moment you fought with us, fought for us. Aang would want you here. I–We want you here.”

Y/N couldn’t help the small smile that drifted across her face. Finally, here was her answer. And it was as simple as Sokka leaning down to grab her hand and help her climb up Appa. She finally had a cause that she could be proud to serve. Because this was what it was all for; uniting the nations. And here they were, five kids doing it themselves on the back of a sky bison.

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A/N: How do we feel, guys? Send me asks and messages bc i love hearing your feedback ❤️

I think I’m gonna let Toph say fuck in this fic. I don’t know exactly how Katara’s healing powers work when it comes to severity of wounds so I’m just making it up as I go. Also, I don’t know if I’ve made Y/N sound passive at all because of how Azula treated her but I want all of you to know that that is not her in my head at all. She is aggressive and vindictive, and despite all of her internal monologuing, she actually hates being told what to do. 

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Shrapnel ♡ Mission Impossible x reader

Anon 🐛: Hello! If possible, I’d like to request a platonic IMF team x fem reader, where reader gets injured somehow on a mission and the team tries to help patch her up but she’s extremely self-conscious and keeps refusing to let them remove an item of clothing for better access to the wound or something (eventually giving in, of course). Hope you have a great day! :)

I’m going for the ethan, benji, luther and ilsa team because they are my favourite IMF team so I guess this is set after fall out. Female reader. injury mentioned.

Proof read, edited and remastered on 20.10.2021

The mission was supposed to be a small one but all of the team had gotten injured somehow making the small job a lot harder. 

Sure, the gang you and the team were tasked to take down weren’t a threat to the whole wide world like the Syndicate and August Walker, which was your first ever field mission with the IMF, a mission that cemented you as a permanent member of the team. However, now you, Benji and Ilsa stand out of breath and waiting for either Luther to drive up in the get away car or for Ethan to somehow ‘save the day’ like he always seems to do.

The IMF team has successfully defeated the rouge gang but in the process the building behind you in burning up like fireplace from the explosion that was caused moments ago.

Benji and Ethan were closest to the impact of the bomb without being in direct contact with the flames but you had pulled Benji out the way of a window that had shattered from the fire causing a slight pain in your torso.

The both of you have assumed that Ethan had survived like he always does so all you need to do now is wait.

“Hurry up, hurry up.” Benji mutters to himself as Ilsa tries to treat a gash on his arm and the scratches adorned his face. The blonde man winces as she ties his arm up with the remnants of non burnt bits of his jacket.

“You’re lucky that (y/n) pulled you away when she did.” both Ilsa and Benji give you a thankful smile, “You could have been pierced in the gut by some shrapnel or be burnt alive but the fire.”

“I should have stayed at my desk job.” You chuckle at the two agents as Benji starts swatting Ilsa’s hands away from his arm.

“Same here!” Benji jokes for he knows what it’s like to be pulled from your desk job to an action packed agent life.

You laugh some more but not because you find it particularly funny, you do always joke with Benji about stuff like that but you’re not laughing because of that. No, you’re laughing for you feel a stinging pain in your side and you’re trying to hide your pain.

When you had pulled Benji from the explosion you had gotten hit too. Sure, you thought it was just some cuts and lots of inhaling of black smoke but as you hunch down further you realise that the shrapnel might of hit you instead of Benji.

All the adrenaline and the fact that you haven’t looked down at your now bleeding side means that the pain isn’t as bad as it will become.

“(Y/n) are you ok?” the concerned voice of Benji calls out to you, the sweet man’s concern for you making you look up with a small smile.

“I just-“ what do you say to him? Do you lie to them both? Can you even lie to them? “I’m still out of breath from all the running and smoke Benji.”

Your voice is hoarse from the smoke and you’re face looks fine but not convinced by your act Ilsa gets up to check over you.

 Thankfully for you she is interrupted by Luther pulling up in a four door green family car one a mother would driver her kid into school.

“Where’s Ethan!?!” he shouts concern in his voice.

A mixture of Benji, Ilsa and you answering is heard, all saying around about the same thing of ‘he got away!’ satisfies the hat wearing agent for now.

Ilsa tries to help you up to the car but you brush her off and make her go to Benji who is wobbling around like a newborn deer. With a prolonged inhale of now clean air you shuffled to the car, opening one of the side doors to clamber into.

Ilsa and Benji take the seats furthers to the back of the six seater car and you flop across the middle seats, leaving Luther on his own in the front of the car.

“Ahhhh!” you exhale with a small scream like sound which gets everyone’s attention on you.

“You’re not ok (L/n)!” Ilsa shouts about to climb over into the middle seats.

“I’m fine my lungs just hurt from the smoke!” technically that’s a half truth but really the pain is from wound trickling blood down your side.

Ilsa is interrupted once more by a small flash of Ethan Hunt running up near the family car windows.

Such a small man can run too fast.

With all your strength you lean up and open the sliding door for Ethan to jump in. The small man catapults himself next to you in the little space you’ve left. His hair is singed by the fire and his face is covered in sweat and ash but he climbs over into the passenger seat next to Luther just fine.

“Of course you survived!” Benji calls out half jokingly half in relief. 

The blur of Ethan and Luther talking lulls you into a sleepy state, the pain of your side almost disappearing. However, you’re snapped out of your sleepy trance but the ever so slightly frantic voice of Ilsa. 

“Luther drive quicker!” She frantically says as she finally scales over the seat to you.

You’re too out of it to move your legs so the woman basically lifts them up like you’re a child hogging the sofa. With worry she looks at your side which is less dark blur from you coat but more rich purple from the blood imbedding into the fabric.

“Damn, she was hit by the blast hard!” Ilsa sounds panicked as your try to keep your eyes open.

It’s all a blur but you see Benji pass the medical kit to her and you feel Luther picking up speed in the small minivan. 

”Why didn’t you tell me?” Ilsa says as she tries to lift up your coat and shirt.

“No.” you push her away, “It isn’t bad.”

“Have you looked at it (y/n)?” Benji asks which you reply with a shake of the head.

“I was- I was runnin-“ you start to disconnect with the world, slurring your words as your eyes begin to close.

“Stay with me (L/n).” Ilsa says as she tries to lift your shirt.

“Nooooo, you’ll see my body.” you whine in your out of it state self, the words turning into nothing as you drift away.

You look over to your dear friend Benji, who you always joke with your blurry eyes seeing a man near to crying.

“Benji. Imma ok, I don’t feel it that much.”

Ilsa tries again to lift your shirt which by any rate will be most blood if you don’t let her lift it soon.

“Ilsa no… I don’t want you to see my body, I hate it…” you gasp.

In any given time you wouldn’t of been so truthful but maybe the lack of blood or the humming feeling of tiredness has turned off you thinking.

“You are beautiful but you will be less beautiful if you bleed to death.” With her normally stoic facade down she starts to plea with you, “Please (y/n), let me help!”

“…Huh, uh, as long as the men in this vehicle look away.” you slur as the pain starts to get slightly worse.

All of the men look away from you; Benji sitting back down in his seat, Ethan fiddling with hidsen gun and Luther looking back to the road.

Ilsa takes your top layers off showing the bit of glass digging out of your side blood making you (colour) skin deep red. You look down to see just how bad the injury is only to feel a huge wave of pain drown you and the urge to pass out.

“Looking at it makes it worse.” Ilsa says as she applies pressure to wound without taking the large bit of glass out.

“We’re almost here!” Luther calls as he magically slides the car under a closing garage door, he carries on driving to a lower level where he stops the car and he immediately gets out to help you along with the rest of the IMF.

“No looking at my bra!” you whine as Luther slides open the door closets to your head, Ilsa making sure you don’t fall backwards.

“We’re looking at that thing in your side (y/n) not you boobs!” Benji jabbers is in a flurry as he tries and help with you.

Ilsa and Luther get you out and lead you to a door, which Benji opens, Ethan not far behind talking to someone on the phone.

“We have an agent who need urgent medical treatment!” he urges as you hobble with Luther and Ilsa inside.

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It has now been a month since your injury and the ragged piece of glass than had scared your side in now displayed on your desk, a reminder that you’re lucky that you aren’t dead.

For the last most since then Benji has been acting like an overprotective best friend telling you that you shouldn’t be ashamed of who you are along with some dad jokes sprinkled in to make you smile.

Luther and Ethan have been more concerned about your health and healing but you still got a talking to from the men about how the IMF don’t judge anyone for what they look like. (That conversion was mostly from Ethan and Luther nodding his head in the background.)

You’re still in shock about how much Ilsa had cares for you. She had called you by your first name and she had also called you beautiful, a thing she had never done before that day.

Even now in-between missions as you sit behind a desk you’ll get a short and sweet text from her asking how your are.

You stretch out in you spinny chair with a relieved sigh. 

There’s still a long way to go with excepting your body but with all that had happened to you feel more comfortable with yourself and the IMF team.

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Edit: Proof reading may still be off because I’m tired, still love Benji and Ilsa.

Old description:

Did i write this right after i got the request? yes, but i don’t know how good this is. it’s too late for all this writing but i did it!

also i want to write an ilsa x plus size reader and/or a benji x plus size reader because i love them both! (i get gay panic for ilsa and i just find benji adorable!)

#mission impossible #mission impossible x reader #ethan hunt x reader #benji dunn x reader #ilsa faust x reader #luther stickell #ilsa faust #benji dunn #ethan hunt #x female reader #x tall reader #x plus size reader #x chubby reader #x poc reader #x petite reader #x ftm reader #tw blood #tw injury

[eatsleepandsupernatural]

Secret’s Out

Pairings: Dean Winchester x sister!reader, Sam Winchester x sister!reader

Warnings: Self-harm, self-doubt, angst, bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 1500

Masterlist

   ‘Y/N! Watch out!’ 

   Dean’s voice draws your attention away from the dead werewolf now lying at your feet and you swing around just in time to be thrown back by one that is still very much alive. The attack catches you off guard and you land on the dirty ground of the barn, your head hitting the edge of some broken bricks. You see stars as the werewolf towers over you, claws out, dragging deep gashes into your thighs. Your scream rips through the barn and your eyesight becomes blurry. The last thing you see before losing consciousness is Sam dragging the werewolf off you just before it moves to kill. 

   The first things you notice when you come to in the motel room is that it’s dark and you’re completely alone. Your head aches worse than every hangover you’ve ever experienced and your thighs are burning with a vengeance. You recall the wolf hunt and how quickly things went wrong. You and your brothers went in thinking there were only two, you were hugely mistaken and very outnumbered, there were three more werewolves than you had expected. The three of you had gone in, following normal formation; one around back, two through the front door, and then it all went to hell. Sam and Dean took two wolves each, while you took on the fifth, but nothing ever goes to plan.  

   You groan remembering your mistake and move to sit up causing your head to spin. You glance around the room for any trace of the boys, surprised that they would leave you alone in such a state, but you can’t make out any note or trace of them in the darkness of the room. You prepare yourself to stand up but a movement outside the window makes you freeze. You lock your eyes on the shadow and two familiar figures come into focus, all the tension leaving your body. You lay back down keeping your eyes on your brothers, frowning when you realise that they were arguing. The tension bubbling up, you throw the blankets off your legs and sit up again, determined to resolve whatever they were fighting about. 

   You glance down at your bare legs and gape at the sight of them. Your upper thighs were covered in blood-soaked bandages, the only skin visible scarred by your own hand. The realisation hits you like a truck, and you momentarily forget how to breathe. Your eyes are glued to the red and silver lines that mark your skin and your heart has dropped to your stomach. You have been finding different things to use ever since they found you with your mother dead in your arms, most recently you have been using one of Dean’s razor blades. The pain distracts you from the harshness of hunting and you have come to rely on it. You love your brothers, but they aren’t the easiest people to talk to, and you already know that Dean is probably madder than when you ate his pie. 

   With your back to the front of the motel, you hadn’t realised the boys had made their way to the door and the sound of it opening brought out an uncharacteristic yelp. 

   ‘Woah, Woah! No Y/N, you shouldn’t be up.’ Sam remarks gently, coming around beside you and gently easing you back under the covers. Dean watches from behind him, leaning over to turn on the lamp furthest away from you. You blink against the light, taking a moment to adjust, 

   ‘Concussion?’ You ask meekly, not meeting either one of your brother’s eyes.

   ‘Yea, pretty bad we think. Sam wanted to take you to the hospital. Almost did.’ Dean let the sentence hang in the air and your stomach curls in knots. You know what he’s hinting at and shame rises up in your chest. 

   Sam sits down next to you making you feel caged, Dean still towering over you. ‘Look, no-ones angry at you.’

   ‘Speak for yourself.’ Dean grumbles.

   Sam shoots him a look before turning back to you, ‘Dean and I understand that life hasn’t been easy for you. I mean, we picked you up at 14 and your life was turned upside down, to find out you had two adult brothers and that your dad was dead. No ones blaming you for having trouble with your feelings. You are the bravest young women I’ve ever met.’ Sam pauses to rub his chin. Something you know he does when he is stressed. 

   Dean notices and jumps in for the save, ‘We figured that going to the hospital would overcomplicate things. We will take you if you start getting worse but for now, we stay here and you’re on bed rest. We’ll go home when you’re better.’ He meets your eyes with a stern ferocity you hadn’t seen since you tried to sneak out of the bunker for a party. ‘I’m going to ask you this once, and you need to answer me honestly. Because if I find out that you didn’t, I will remove your bedroom door. Where is it?’ You cringe at the thought of Dean going through your bag and start to sit up but Sam’s hand is on your shoulder immediately. 

   You lay back with a groan, ‘Can you at least bring my bag here?’  

   ‘I’m just going to go through it after anyway, so you may as well just tell me where it is.’ 

   You glare at your older brother with as much anger as you can conjure up. ‘You are completely violating my privacy.’ 

   ‘You earn your privacy when you stop hurting the most precious thing in the world. Do you understand me? Now, where is it?’ Dean’s words shock you and you sit frozen gawking at him. ‘There’s, a um. There’s a small rip in the side of my bag, it’s in there.’ Dean nods happy with your answer and picks up your bag. You watch as he goes through it on the second bed, pulling out one of his flannels in surprise. 

   ‘I’ve been looking for this.’ He moves away from your bag briefly to pass the flannel to you and you smile gratefully, pulling it on over the t-shirt you had been left in. Dean grunts in surprise and you turn to see the razor in his hand. ‘This is mine too, thought I lost it.’ 

   ‘Sorry.’ 

   Dean hummed in response, pocketing the blade and turning to meet Sam’s gaze, eyebrows raised. 

   You watch as Sam and Dean have a silent conversation about you. Normally this sort of behaviour would bother you, but your head is pounding and after Dean’s slip up you are feeling a tad overwhelmed. You have always been closer with Dean considering Sam was Soulless when you first met him and then he sort of pushed you aside for Amelia, she was nice but you missed Dean. It took a little more time, some heart to hearts and a common goal for the two of you to bond, you were both determined to save Dean from the Mark of Cain no matter the cost and Sam begrudgingly let you help, believing you were old enough at 18 to handle it. Now, five years later, the three of you are thick as thieves and the guilt comes rushing back for betraying their trust. 

‘Y/N, do you need a rest or are you okay to keep talking?’ Sam asks, turning his attention on you. 

   You look up from the blanket and see that both of them are watching you, concern evident on their faces. ‘Nah, I’m okay. My head hurts but I’m not dizzy or anything.’ 

   ‘Alright,’ Sam nods and clears his throat, throwing one more glance at Dean before speaking again. ‘Things are going to have to change because neither of us could stand to lose you. Every morning we all say how we are out of ten. We don’t have to talk about why, but we all need to be aware that not everyone’s okay.’ 

   You nod, understanding what he is asking you. You could manage that. 

   ‘I’m the bathroom police.’ Your eyes widen and Sam sighs in what seems almost like defeat. ‘You get ten minutes.’ You roll your eyes but don’t argue, you know Dean well enough that he’ll drop it five if you do. 

   ‘Okay, now that the new rules are in place, it’s time to sleep. Scoot over midget.’ Sam stood up from the bed beside you and Dean got in beside you once his three extra layers of clothing had been removed. 

   Although you never intended for your brothers to find out, you felt a little less anxious than usual when Sam turned the lamp off. With nothing to hide and the support of your older brothers, you fell asleep with a small smile on your face, despite the pain from your injuries.  

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#supernatural #supernatural fic #sisterfic #dean x sister!reader #sam x sister!reader #self-harm #angst #siblinglove

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Soft Alphabet - Isaac Lahey

a/n: i’ve been so damn soft for isaac again so i had to write this

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A - Affection (how do they show affection)

isaac can go both ways. he’ll either show his affection with his actions, or his words. if he’s going through a tough time, it will be with his actions. he’ll rub your back, hold your hand, hold you in his arms, kiss you. other times, he’ll straight up tell you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you for sticking with him through everything. though he may not be the best with words, you always feel so loved and cared for no matter what he says or how he says it.

B - Balance (how do they balance you, work/school/life?)

since he has no family, all he has is you and the pack. in the beginning of your relationship, he’s not exactly up to letting you into the supernatural world, so there’s that division. he keeps you away from the pack, and whenever he’s not with them, he’s with you. but when he finally introduces you to the pack and tells you what he is, you spend time together 24/4, so there is no balance. you’re his life.

C - Cuddles (do they enjoy cuddling? what positions?)

isaac is a huge cuddle bug, prove me wrong. that boy wants to cuddle 24/7. he loves holding you in his arms, having you hold him in your arms, spooning, sitting with you in his lap, literally any position that your bodies are close together and touching as much as possible. but overall, i feel like spooning is his favorite position.he basically lives off cuddles, when he’s upset, when he’s tired, when he’s stressed, when he’s feeling loving. he loves them. for you, during the colder months, using him as a personal heater, thanks to his werewolf abilities, is the best.

D - Date (what was your first date?)

your first date is pretty laid back. he orders some food in and picks out a selection of movies that he knows you love, remembering a conversation you two had before. this was when he was living in the loft, so when derek, erica, and boyd went to the woods to help scott find jackson, he took this opportunity. you two sat on the couch, enjoyed the food he ordered, and, barely, watched the movies he had. you two talked and got to know each other even more, sharing a few kisses here and there as well. all in all, he was super sweet and it was a perfect date.

E - Excited (how excited do they get when they see you/are with you?)

since he’s more reserved with your relationship, isaac keeps his excitement to himself, around others. he’ll smile a little bit and pull you in for a hug, whispering in your ear that he’s happy to see you. but when you’re alone, he is so smiley and giggly and cuddly, nuzzling his face in your neck and pressing kisses all over just to hear your laugh from the tickling. he’s just like a puppy greeting their owner after a long day, and honestly, you love it.

F - Fighting (what happens when you fight)

because getting angry makes isaac turn, he tries to avoid fighting as much as he can. though when it does happen, he makes sure to get away from you and lock himself in the bathroom or the bedroom so he doesn’t do anything he regrets. you allow him time to calm down and turn back. if things do get out of hand, though, he turns back immediately at the sound of your whimpers and worried cries.

G - Gorgeous (pet names. what do they like to call you? what do they like to be called?)

he’s simple, but not too mainstream. ‘love’ is one of the main ones, along with ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, and ‘baby’. he sometimes calls you ‘cutie’ and if you’re acting tired and clingy, rubbing your cheek while saying it. you call him ‘babe’ most of the time, also just calling him by his last name just for fun every now and then, especially in more playful terms.

H - Hi (first time meeting)

the first time you meet is after he turns into a werewolf. you had the same science class and he sat next to you, upsetting scott since he always sits next to you; you weren’t exactly happy either. he didn’t make a good impression at the start. he was super cocky and just plain rude, having the newfound power of being a supernatural creature, he thought he was better than everyone else. you didn’t tolerate it at all and ignored him as much as you could. he felt bad, but you didn’t care until he realized how he was acting. the following week, he came in, ditching the leather jacket for something more laid back and comfy, and apologizes for being the way he was. he asks if he can have a second chance at getting to know you, and you can’t help but agree, seeing how cute and nice he looked now.

I - Intimacy (how romantic they are)

isaac is super romantic. he wants the best for you and nothing else, so he tries to make every date the best it can be. if he’s planning an at-home date, he’ll set up a nice dinner with candles and roses and a nice table cloth. if you’ve had a rough day, he’ll draw you a bath, light some candles and use your favorite scented soap and essential oils in the water. you sometimes ask him to sit in the bath with you and he will massage your back without you even asking.

J - Jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they react to you being jealous)

i feel like he doesn’t get jealous around the pack. he knows that you’re close with scott, derek, and stiles, so he doesn’t see them as a problem. but if he sees you chatting with a stranger, like at a party or something, he’ll get a little bit possessive when he doesn’t recognize the guy. he watches you smile and laugh with him, and it pains him to know that you’re having so much fun without him. when you get back to him, he’s silent, brooding and upset that you talked to this other guy more than him. you kiss his cheek and grab his hand, guiding him to an empty room to show him that you love him and only him.

K - Kisses (where do they like to kiss you/how often?)

he loves kissing your cheeks. it’s a simple and sweet gesture that he can get away with in public or at school, so it’s his go-to place to kiss; he’s not huge on pda anyways so it works out. the way you blush from it makes him smile and give you even more kisses. also your forehead. it’s the perfect place to kiss when you’re cuddling and he can’t reach your lips, but he still wants to kiss you.

L - Love (when was the first time they said i love you or realized it?)

he realizes he loves you after you get injured by another werewolf. you have no idea that this world exists in beacon hills, nor that your own boyfriend is a werewolf. when he sees you crying out in pain, a huge gash on your side, the claw marks visible through your torn clothing, he feels at blame. he knows his kind are monsters, and he just now realizes how awful being a werewolf can be. in that moment, he feels so much pain in his chest, and that’s when he figures out that it’s not just guilt, it’s love. he cares for you so much and never wants to see you hurt like this again. once you’re all cleaned up and resting, that’s when he tells you, not just that he loves you, but about being a werewolf. he vows to protect you from anything thrown your way. for the rest of the night, he holds you, continuing to whisper that he loves you and taking your pain away when you need it.

M - Moving in (when do you decide to move in together)

you move in together a year and a half into your relationship. isaac moved around from his own home, to scott’s, to derek’s, so he was so happy to finally have his own place with you. he brought it up one night when you two were together in derek’s loft, in his room. he was blabbering his thoughts out, not thinking you would say anything. but when you mention that getting an apartment together would be a great idea, he’s so excited and eager to live with you.

N - Newborn (their reaction to starting a family)

he is so excited when he finds out you’re pregnant. you would have been living in france for a while now, getting accustomed to the new country and getting through obstacles. it happens after a romantic night when you two were so caught up in the moment to remember to use a condom. but it works out perfectly. you two had been talking about starting a family, feeling that you were ready for it. so of course, isaac was so happy to hear that you didn’t even have to try. he buys basically everything he sees for the baby, so much that you have to tell him to stop. he’s the best dad and does anything for you and your baby. you two are his world and he wants to protect you from everything.

O - Open (how open you are with one another)

it’s a bit difficult. isaac wants nothing more than to be open with you and tell you that he’s a werewolf, but he takes scott’s advice and waits to see where you two end up, if he sees you in his future or not. when he realizes that he loves you, that’s when he’s fully open with you. he tells you everything, from the night he got bit, to explaining all of his excuses that he used to get out of hanging out and going on dates. you are super understanding and he is so thankful for that. from then on, he lets you in on everything supernatural, that you want to know, and even lets you start coming with him to pack meetings.

P - Photos (what kind of photos you take of them/they take of you)

as innocent as isaac seems, the photos he takes of you (on his camera) are of you in lingerie and naked, during more intimate times. he loves the way your body looks, so why not photograph it? he of course gets permission from you and keeps the camera in his bedside table for...times when he needs it. nothing else goes on that card other than you. on his phone, though, it’s more sweet, relationship-type photos. he loves taking photos of you on dates, catching you off-guard most times, and random photos of you doing absolutely nothing; he thinks you’re cute all the time.

Q - Quirks (what random habits do you have that they love or hate/vice versa)

isaac has a bad habit of biting his nails when he’s nervous. you hate it, honestly. the sound of his teeth cracking his nails is awful. so, you begin a habit of playing with and holding his hands whenever he’s nervous, so he’s not biting them. on the other hand, you mess with your hair absentmindedly, and he loves it. you’ll be sitting together and you will just starting twirling a piece of hair around your finger, or running your hands through it (if possible). he doesn’t know why he loves it so much, but he does.

R - Recovery (how you help them after an injury/vice versa)

he is by your side every second, making sure you’re not in too much pain or uncomfortable, wanting to get you anything you want or need. he just cuddles with you, no matter what the injury is, whether it’s a sprained or fractured ankle, or an injury sustained from some sort of creature, or one of the pack members (accidentally). he’s constantly taking your pain, even though you tell him not to, knowing it affects him even more. he doesn’t care, though. he loves you and will do anything to help you.

S - Solution (how they resolve fights)

isaac distances himself during fights, until he’s ready to return to the conversation and calmly talk it out. the last thing he wants is to hurt you accidentally when he turns and doesn’t have control of his anger. he locks himself in the bedroom or bathroom, and when he’s calm, he’ll slowly make his way back out to you, taking a seat next to you and holding your hand. he apologizes for the things he said and not being able to control himself, and from there, you two rationally talk out what was wrong and end the night with cuddles and continuous apologies.

T- Touch (when they need/want your touch, what will they do? how often?)

after a while, he figures out that you’re his anchor, specifically your touch is. when he’s trying to calm himself down, he thinks of the times that you’ve held him, from just holding his hand, to cuddling with him, to caressing his face. so when he gets worked up, you notice right away and take ahold of his face, whispering the mantra of the pack over and over again, making him focus on your thumbs rubbing against his cheeks. it doesn’t take long until his eyes turn back to the normal, beautiful blue ones. he always ends up crying after he realizes what happened, so you just hold him and keep your hands on him the entire time, until he’s feeling better.

U - Up ( waking up with them)

waking up with isaac is the best. if he’s up before you, he always wakes you up with soft and sweet kisses all over your face, neck, shoulders, anywhere he can reach. he’ll even pull your shirt down a little bit so he can reach even more places. you wake up every single time with giggles and smiles, making his heart swell so much. he loves hearing your laugh first thing in the morning, which is why he does what he does. you also do the same, but to a lesser extent. if he’s on his stomach, you’ll climb onto his back and play with his hair, kissing the middle of his back by pulling his shirt down as well. he turns over and pulls you in his arms, giving you kisses in return.

V - Vacation (where they travel with you)

he likes to take vacations every other weekend, and during the summer. he sometimes hates living in beacon hills, since it takes a toll on both of you. he tries to get you away from everything every now and then, knowing that you’re a human and it’s not exactly easier on you. he’ll take you to a different city in california, or to a neighboring state, he’ll even rent a camper van and road trip across the country to a state you’ve always wanted to visit, like minnesota. he loves seeing you so relaxed and content, no pack business or supernatural stuff to worry about.

W - Wedding (how they propose/where you get married/honeymoon)

isaac proposes three years into your relationship, in a private way. he isn’t big on pda anyways, so his proposal is of course low key, with just you two. he makes up a little scavenger hunt in your home, after sending you out to get some food. he hides clues and notes for you to find in order, starting with one on the door. from there, he gives little hints on where the next note is, like in the kitchen, or bathroom, or living room. it ends with the last note in your bedroom, where he’s standing surrounded by flower petals, on one knee. the ceremony is small, just close friends and family, including the pack, of course. your honeymoon is in paris, though it’s not exactly a honeymoon since you end up settling down and moving there.

X - X-factor (what about you captivated them?)

your sass. isaac was cocky in the beginning of him being turned into a werewolf, and after being around derek, erica, and boyd, he had a huge ego. but when he met you, you weren’t going to put up with his attitude and fall for his charm. that’s what changed him. he immediately dropped the facade and became more down-to-earth and nice, apologizing to you for being so forward and cocky. you fell for him after that, seeing how sorry he was and how much he actually changed.

Y - Yawning (how they act when they’re tired)

he’s super clingy. like he will basically latch himself to your side, if it’s late at night and you’re relaxing on the couch. he shoves his face in your neck and moans and groans to get your attention. he’ll sometimes lay down across your lap with his head on your legs, playing with the hem of your shirt. when he’s tired, he loves when you play with his hair because it relaxes him even more and helps him fall asleep later on.

Z - Zzzz (how you fall asleep together)

he pulls you close and holds you tight, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheeks. he’ll talk about his day or ask about yours, just to tire yourselves out. he usually blabbers on himself, though, getting his thoughts out and anything else he wanted to say. you love hearing his tired voice slowly drop and finally stop when he falls asleep.

#isaac lahey #isaac lahey imagines #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey x reader #daniel sharman #teen wolf #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

[poweranon]

I sighed as I stretched out on the thick black plastic of the trampoline. I had come to visit my parents that summer, and as always they had begun to fight when the alcohol came out. As I lay sprawled out on the trampoline, staring at the slowly dimming sky, the sounds of my angry parents having a “discussion” faded in the background as I remembered all the moments I had on the trampoline… and with him. 

10 YEARS BEFORE

I laughed loudly as I jumped on the trampoline my parents had just gotten, enjoying the feeling of being in the air before slamming back onto the fabric. Attempting to do a flip, I landed face first, crumpling into the trampoline and rolling over with a small “ow.” Hearing a slight, muffled laugh, I sat up, looking around the property before spotting a boy with messy brown hair peeking over the wooden fence next to my house, dirt covering his face. Once he saw me looking at him he ducked down, trying to hide, but I could still see the top of his head. 

  “Hi!” I exclaimed, scrambling off the trampoline and running over to the fence, hoping to make a new friend. “My names (Y/N), but you can call me (N/N)!” He still wouldn’t look back over the fence so I tried to pull myself up, but I wasn't strong enough. “What’s your name?” I asked, hoping to make a new friend.

“T-Toby.” He finally peeked over the fence, his brown eyes a little wary. 

 “Hiya Toby!” I said excitedly. “Do you wanna come over and jump on the trampoline? It’s really fun! I’m trying to do a flip but,” I sighed, shrugging my shoulders dramatically. “It’s kinda hard.”

 He looked over at the trampoline and then back at my grinning face. “Uh, ye-ah. That soun-d-ds fun.” His shoulder jerked, looking kinda painful. I stared at it, worried for my new friend. 

“Hey Toby? Is your shoulder ok?” He seemed to shrink and just kind of nodded.

 “It d-does that-t. I c-can’t feel it.” I stared at it for a second more and then shrugged. “Ok!” I stepped back so that he could climb over, which he did easily, jumping over the fence. 

“Come on!” I yelled cheerfully, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the trampoline. We jumped on, and Toby eventually came out of his shell, laughing and jumping and doing amazing flips that he tried to teach me how to do.

Eventually his older sister Lyra came out, looking for him, and jumped the fence too. That summer the three of us became inseparable, especially after Toby and Lyra’s parents separated when Lyra was sixteen and Toby and I were fourteen. Soon after that Lyra got a job and Toby and I began to hang out, just the two of us, usually laying on the trampoline and laughing at random things that the other said. 

Sometimes all three of us would sneak out and go to the trampoline and lay there on our backs, side by side, and stare at the stars together, talking about the future and murmuring our fears and worries into the night, with the soft sound of cicadas and frogs in the night air. 

On Toby’s sixteenth birthday, I kissed him. Lyra was at work and wouldn’t be able to get off until late. She was sorry, she said, and promised to make sure she got off on his next birthday. Toby and I were laying on the trampoline, staring up at the stars, and I made a joke about how one of the star formations looked like a penis, and he laughed and we looked at each other, and it was in that moment that I realized that Toby and I weren’t twelve anymore. Toby was well on his way to manhood, and you could see it on the way that his jawline was sharpening, how his face wasn’t so round anymore, and how his shoulders were broadening. I knew I wasn’t a child anymore either, although now, looking back, I feel like we were still those children who met so many years ago. Toby’s skin was pale in the moonlight, and his amber eyes seemed dark and encompassing, seemingly older and yet still holding a bit of the energetic child he was back when we first met. I leaned in a tiny bit, my eyes flicking down to look at his bitten lips for a split second before I looked back into his eyes.

  The world seemed to still, the insects and frogs to quiet, and then I reached up, held his soft white cheek, and kissed him gently, feeling his lips mold against mine. I stayed there for a moment, and then pulled away. Staring into his eyes, I sat up, suddenly realizing what I had done. What if he didn’t feel the same? I didn’t need to worry, however, because Toby pulled me back down, kissing me gently but surely, running his fingers through my hair. 

After that night, it was an unspoken agreement to keep the kiss secret from Lyra, but we started to spend more time hidden in each other’s rooms, laying next to each other on the bed and laughing and kissing, and it was probably the closest thing to heaven that I knew. 

Then his seventeenth birthday came, and that terrible crash, and his dad came back and suddenly Toby didn’t want to be around me anymore. He became withdrawn, his anxiety kicked up, and his mom started homeschooling him. I heard his mother screaming at him one day, voice shaky and shrill. Apparently he had taken to biting the flesh off his hands. 

I tried to contact him. I texted and called, I would knock on his window, and when he wouldn’t respond I would leave notes taped to the windowsill; I went to his front door and tried that, but his ass of a father wouldn’t let me in. I tried for two years, and then there was a terrible fire, the entire neighborhood aflame. The Roger's house was almost completely burned down, and my house had been severely damaged, but somehow the trampoline had been completely unscathed. The police approached my family while we were by the fire trucks and asked if they could speak with us, specifically me. They asked me when the last time I saw Toby was, and if I knew where he would go to hide. I told them that I hadn’t talked to Toby for two years, and when I asked why they were asking me, they told me that he had killed his father and set the fire. All I remember after that was falling. The world seemed dull, and after they said that he was assumed to have perished in the flames, I kind of just gave up. I had lost Lyra, and now I had lost Toby. I even lost Ms. Rogers. She moved away, a broken woman who had lost her entire family, leaving no way to contact her. Some people said that she went to an asylum, and others said that she moved in with a relative, and still others said that she had moved to a cabin in the woods and became a witch. I don’t know what is true. 

A couple weeks later, a story was featured in the news about the murder of some grade school kids that had been hacked to death. The hatchet that had been found in one kiss skull was supposedly one that Toby had been seen with, and due to the lack of body found, he was assumed to be alive and murderous. 

  That was three years ago, and each night I still have nightmares where I’m burning and Toby is there, burning with me, his skin melting into grotesque patterns, staring at me with an almost intimidating blank stare. No matter how much I scream and cry, reaching for him, he does nothing, just stares at me. . Eventually he disappears into wisps of smoke, wafting into the forest air, and his sister comes to me from the fog, exactly as I saw her the night she died.  Huge gashes are all over her body, her right arm bent at an unnatural angle, her neck almost flat against her shoulder. She reaches towards me, and right before she makes contact, I wake up. 

   Suddenly, I’m jerked out of my thoughts by the snap of a branch. I sit up and look around, realizing that it’s completely dark outside now. A soft breeze blows, prickling goosebumps erupting across my skin.

   I jump off the trampoline and start heading inside, occasionally looking around on my way to the back door. I slip inside, locking the door behind me, and go to my room. It was actually converted to a guest room when I moved out, but it still has the dark blue walls Lyra  and I painted it. Curling up under the thick gray comforter, still in my clothes, I screw my eyes close, hoping I would get a peaceful night's rest.

@creepy-bi-day here’s that toby fic that was supposed to be fluff but ended up not lmao

#Ticci Toby #X reader #Ticci toby x reader #Toby Rogers #fic #power #power anon #Creepypasta

[elexica]

Second Chance Christmas {{ December 23 }}

A family ice skating outing has unintended consequences.

TW: Scars. No reference to how they got there, but there is some subtext. Viewer discretion is advised.

The chapter is under the read more, and on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27832405/chapters/68777280

There was something entirely too pleasing about watching the full body crunch that Kaiba did when Joey slammed down the thermos of coffee.  The bottle of painkillers was already sitting sentinel in the same position it had been two days prior.

It was almost as entertaining watching Kaiba realize that he was in the guest room and not his study.  He blinked and stuttered, visibly recalibrating.

Under the right circumstances, there might not be a living man as quick as Joey’s ex-husband.  These were clearly not the right circumstances.

“We’re going ice skating in an hour.  If you want to come, I’ll see you in the kitchen.”  Joey slammed the door for effect.

Joey thought he heard Kaiba moan through the door, “since when do you ice skate?” but he was too busy moving on with his day.

. . .

For the record, Joey had gone ice skating before on a number of occasions.  And even during their marriage, he went at least once every year with the kids.  Kaiba simply hadn’t bothered to care enough to keep track of that sort of festive outing—it was exactly the sort of thing that just slid under the radar when they had been together.  Not important enough to be the basis of a fight, but exactly the sort of thing where Joey felt more like a single father or the chair of the childcare committee than…

Well, it had been hard to watch all the couples gracefully rounding the ice.  Holding each other as they caught their partner’s breath.  Warm hands in mittens or gloved fingers intertwined.

Last year, Alexis had requested to take lessons in ice skating, and the first introduction program for five-year-olds required that a parent attend.

Alexis could spin around and do a couple more tricks than her dad, but Joey could go pretty fast forward, and could even go backwards if he was focused on it.

Atticus wasn’t exactly a natural at it, but his ballroom dancing lessons had made him pretty confident scooting around with a chair.  At one point Joey had foolishly suggested that he might enjoy hockey instead, and had been rewarded with a small musical number about how absolutely uninterested he was in the sport.

In the next Summer, Joey would at least suggest that he try surfing.  

“Maybe you’ll be a natural,” Joey offered, more mockingly than not, as he fixed the laces on Kaiba’s ice skates, which the taller man had tied in an ugly knot.  The blades were sharp and cold, and the rented pair was jet black.  They all but melted into his black exercise pants and charcoal turtleneck.  Frankly, with his lean build, he looked like a professional skater—as long as he stayed seated. Kaiba adjusted his glasses over those striking blue eyes—and it made Joey realize he was staring.

Once Kaiba was on his feet, teetering on the blades and holding anything within his significant arm span, it was clear that he was not  a professional.

It wasn’t that his husband wasn’t athletic—the man could dominate at yoga, hold his own at the average CrossFit gym, and played an absolutely devilish game of tennis.

But there are just some leisure activities where you only develop the skill through, well leisure.  And leisure had never been Kaiba’s specialty.

So he was gripping on to the wall, knuckles as white as the ice that he quivered atop.  He tried to approach the situation with dignity, but his eyes were too wide.  Fortunately for him, Alexis was spinning around with Atticus.  Atticus was trying to convince her that her solo career was not nearly as promising as some sort of brother and sister pairs act.

Joey had half a mind to ditch Kaiba and go for a couple laps, enjoy the wind in his hair.  But seeing his ex-husband clutch the wall with a fear Joey hadn’t seen since ancient Egyptian magic was a regular piece of their lives… Well the whole view was equal parts funny and sorta sad.

“You’re gonna have to move your feet, Kaiba.  It’s part of it,” Joey offered.

One hand glued to the wall, Kaiba inched one foot forward.

He did not topple, surprising himself.

“Alright, now you move the other one.”

A small measure of success was found.

“Now if you bend your knees that might help with the balance…” Joey unconsciously offered an arm.

Kaiba evaluated it, like he was calculating whether Joey’s forest green wool Christmas sweater was clean enough.

“I can leave you, or I can show you how it’s done,” Joey added.

Kaiba took a deep inhale, closing his eyes, almost seeming to meditate on what to do.  And then Joey felt those familiar long fingers loop over his bicep.  Kaiba’s grip was warm and sturdy.  Somehow it was steadying, even if the man himself was shaking somewhat.  It felt simultaneously like a huge risk and like he was finally safe.

Having that spark of warmth circling his arm was just a little heartbreaking.  It made all of the untouched parts of his body feel colder.

“I assume that you have to start moving, Jounouchi?” Kaiba prompted snidely.  Fuck, Joey thought, how am I not supposed to stare at him.

As Joey began to propel them forward, he had a much harder time staring.  The wind ruffling Kaiba’s smooth brown hair, flecks of grey disappearing into the wind with the first snowflakes that started to patter down, the surprise in his eyes as he reacted to Joey’s increase in speed.

With a few more careful strokes, their speed evened off to a fast clip.  For a few seconds, they just glided together.

Out of seemingly nowhere, Kaiba laughed.  Mouth open and face entirely illuminated.  “We’re really going!” Kaiba announced, as if he had never expected that they would actually go fast at all.

Joey’s heart skipped a beat, and he was lost in the speed too.  They were in their own icy world, just the two of them.

And they nearly collided with the glass wall of the ice rink.  Joey came to his senses first, and caught the wall before Kaiba could even react.  They came to a screeching halt, Joey’s skates cutting into the ice as he tried to brake.

They both separated, each man catching his respective breath.  Joey thought Kaiba was glowing in a way he had not seen in years.

And the look in Kaiba’s eyes as he returned to Joey—it was something between love and trust and vibracane.  Something a little bit like worship and a lot like magic.  It was a bit like the way that Kaiba had looked over at him after their first time.

The realization that for as much as Kaiba had to offer, Joey had something to show Kaiba too.

Paired with the slight flush of his cheeks, and the snow that just started to fall, lightly crowding the background with little white flakes, Joey couldn’t help himself.  With one gloved hand over Seto’s blushing cheek, he guided Seto’s chin down, and their lips together.

It was the perfect warm kiss.  It made everything more comfortable, softer.  The world faded out to a soft haze.  Joey closed his eyes, like if he couldn’t see the world continue moving them maybe he could stay in that peaceful moment forever.

Just as Joey realized he should have pulled away, he felt Kaiba press further, and deepen the kiss just a little.  He tasted like peppermint and coffee.

The moment could have lasted forever.  Just little snowflakes trapped in the air, frozen in time.

“Dad?!”

Shit.

Kaiba pulled away immediately, eyes flaring wide.  Joey didn’t doubt that his own face looked the same—like he had been shocked by a loose wire, like his hair was standing on end.

Atticus’s follow up was so innocently curious.  “Are you and—”

“No.”  Kaiba cut him off, harsher than Joey expected and certainly harsher than Atticus had prepared for.  “That was nothing.”

Kaiba pushed off of the wall and glided for a few feet before he realized that even after his adventure… he still couldn’t skate.  With one stutter in his step, Kaiba’s left skate caught on a gash in the ice and he was flat on his ass.

Joey felt for the guy, under his confusion and frustration.  Joey made moves to go over to help, but Kaiba shot back, “You’ve done enough.”

With a bit more humiliating grappling, Kaiba made it to the rink wall, and edged his way back to the gates.

Joey thought he heard someone nearby muse aloud, “Is that Seto Kaiba?” but everything but watching the slow motion train wreck in front of him faded out.

. . .

The car ride home was awkward.

Kaiba, the inventor of the “bitter sulk” angled as much of himself toward the window as possible.  He looked like he could really climb out of it, if only he wasn’t strapped down by his seatbelt.

Unfortunately for Kaiba, although some people were willing to maintain a tense and respectful silence, Atticus was nine and he had a lot of thoughts.

Right now, especially, he had a lot of questions.

“So, are you getting back together?” He asked, after Kaiba had only been able to brood for about five minutes of the car ride home.

“No,” Kaiba answered, resolute.

“But you were kissing each other.  Like Prince Eric and Ariel, or—”

“Sometimes adults do that.” Kaiba interrupted, before Atticus could demonstrate his impressive memorization of Disney princesses.

“Adults in loooove,” Atticus cooed.

“Atticus, Oto-san is right, sometimes that sort of thing happens and it’s just—”

Alexis interrupted softly, “Are we going to be a family again?”

The question hung in the air for a few tense moments.

Kaiba unfolded from the passenger seat.

“Alexis, we have always been a family,” Kaiba began slowly, seriously.  “We never stopped being a family.”

Kaiba took a deep breath, giving Joey the opportunity to intercede.  But Joey declined and just let Kaiba finish saying his piece.

“We have always cared about and loved each other, even though we no longer live all together.  That is what a family is.  In that way, we are always a family, no matter what.”  And to punctuate the end of his speech and signal that no, he would not be taking questions, Kaiba pressed play on his phone, triggering the Chipmunks Christmas album and releasing screeching tree-rodent holiday ballads throughout the car.

. . .

Kaiba disappeared the second they got into the house.  Once Joey was done settling everyone in, he decided he might as well hunt for his ex-husband and actually sort out what, exactly, had happened at the rink.

Joey was shocked to find the study empty.  Kaiba’s work laptop sat there, abandoned.  The decanter of whiskey was no more depleted than it had been the night before.

It was only four p.m.  It seemed impossible that the relatively mellow day of ice could have exhausted his ex-husband to that degree.  All through those real struggles and tough times, and Joey still hadn’t known his ex to go to bed before midnight.

Joey knocked softly on the door to the guest room.  He heard a low groan in response.  That could mean anything.  Joey hadn’t really remembered walking in on his ex-husband doing anything… interesting… before.  Maybe he had fallen in the shower or something?

“Kaiba?  You okay in there?”

“I’m fine.” The strangled tinge in his voice made it quite clear that it wasn’t the case.

“Ya don’t sound like it.  I’m comin’ in, better be decent.”  Of course, Joey thought, it wouldn’t be anything he hadn’t seen before.  Or anything he wouldn’t mind seeing again.

What was actually waiting for him was an unfamiliar sight to Joey.  Kaiba, still dressed in his ice skating outfit, faced down on his bed.  Just lying there, as if he had been struck by lightning and was just stuck there.

“Kaiba?”  Joey’s voice was concerned and warm, and maybe a bit sadistically curious.

Kaiba growled in response.

“What… what happened?”

Kaiba sighed directly into the pillow.  “It’s… my back.  I must have… fallen the wrong way when ice skating.”

If there was any further explanation, it was drowned out by Joey’s cackling laughter.

“It’s not funny,” Kaiba huffed into the pillow.  “And, it’s your fault.”

Joey climbed on to the bed, planning his knees on either side of Kaiba’s enviably sculpted torso.  “Alright, alright.  Shirt off.”

Kaiba snapped his head to the side, just enough to be able to side-eye his ex.  “Excuse me?”

“Eh, your back is jacked up.  I’m not wrapping all the presents by myself.  Ya want me to fix it or not?” Joey’s hands crept along Seto’s spine.  Even over his shirt it was divine enough for Seto to lose his stoic sensibilities and released an actual moan.

It wasn’t lost on Joey that it was probably the first time in the last few years someone had touched Seto affectionately, with the exception of their ill-advised liaison the first night and the precious kiss on the ice rink.

Within seconds, Kaiba’s arms had withdrawn to his core, and he began to remove the shirt from where it was pressed against the bed.  Shucking off the top, Kaiba kept his eyes trained on the pillow ahead of him.

“Just because you really did procrastinate on preparing for Christmas,” Kaiba rationalized aloud, muffled by the pillow.

“Yeah, sure Kaiba.” Joey rolled his eyes, even though Kaiba couldn’t see it.  But he couldn’t deny that he didn’t mind the … angle.

Joey tried to keep himself from drooling.  Was it really that necessary for Kaiba’s back muscles to be chiseled?  No one could even see them from under all those jackets.

Joey reached forward to knead at the juncture between Kaiba’s spine and shoulder blades, hands perfectly symmetrical on either side.  He was instantly rewarded with another low groan.

“I forgot how good at this you are,” Kaiba said, his voice muffled by the pillow.  

Joey laughed easily.  He almost responded I forgot how much better I like you when you’re face down, but his better angels won the day.  And instead, he just reached up to squeeze at the top of Kaiba’s insanely tense shoulders, around the point where they met his neck.  “Jeez, this feels more like bones than muscles.”

Kaiba didn’t have a witty rejoinder, and with another breathy exhale it was clear his brain was reduced to mush anyway.

“You’re always too fucking stressed,” Joey said, mostly to himself, his hands venturing lower once again.  His left thumb found another knot just below Kaiba’s unnecessarily sculpted shoulder blade.

The muffled response emanating from the pillow sounded a lot like “I know,” but Joey decided it was probably something a few shades meaner.  Maybe some comment about how that wasn’t news.

Kaiba’s skin felt amazing under Joey’s hands.  It was just like he remembered—jarringly soft and warm, laced with scars that Joey still lacked the full detail on.  Joey’s warm hands continued to explore lower, reaching toward the bottom of Kaiba’s spine.  At the contact, Kaiba practically yelped.

“Oh, shit, did that hurt?” Joey asked, quickly removing his hands.

“It’s fine,” Kaiba said, lifting his head from the pillow.

Joey rested his hand over the critical area. “It’s alright.  I can go gentle.”

“I said it’s fine.” Kaiba grumbled.

“I don’t want to hurt you!  It’s supposed to feel nice.” Joey ran his hand back over the offending area, the skin trembling under his touch.

“Do what you want,” Kaiba said with a resolved huff, dropping his head into the pillow.  Joey wondered exactly what his ex-husband thought he was accomplishing by being such an ass.

“Why can’t you just be easy to…” Joey let his voice trail off as he focused on soothing the sore spot, before moving higher on his partner’s back.  “…take care of,” Joey finished.

After a few minutes of silence, Joey touched a familiar spot.  Kaiba’s sigh into the pillow was a bit of a relief from the tension, and Joey swirled his thumb into the tense muscle.

Joey ghosted his hand along a raised white line that spanned Kaiba’s back from one shoulder to the other. “It doesn’t look like you’ve kept up with the scar cream.  They haven’t improved since the last time I saw these,” Joey said, trying to sound casual.  In reality, it was somewhat disturbing to him.  Kaiba’s whole “unaffected” act had been pretty persuasive.

That moment when Joey spotted him in the airport, looking so untouched by time and hardship, so unperturbed by their dissolution, had crystalized everything that Joey had feared.  That none of their relationship had stuck to Kaiba in the least, none of it had mattered.  But as the days had passed—and even today, when Joey was able to spend some time thinking, puzzling over his conversation the night before, it was clear.  

“I have not,” Kaiba admitted to the pillow.

“I’m sure we’ve got some you left behind around here.  Lemme go look for it,” Joey announced, leaving his position to look though the guest room’s bathroom.  It didn’t take long for him to spot it, an unopened jar on a high shelf of the medicine cabinet.

Kaiba hadn’t moved from his position, facing down in the bed.  When Joey’s footsteps got closer, Kaiba muttered, “You don’t have to do that.”

Kaiba couldn’t see it from his position, but Joey shrugged.  “Naw, I don’t have to.  But I might as well, since I’m already here.”

When they were married, it had been something of a post-shower ritual for Joey to help his husband with the scar cream.  It was never all that effective, the cuts were too old, and the tissue had healed in a fairly gnarly way.  But it felt like a nice way to address everything without having to talk about it.  An unspoken source of healing—even if pretty futile.

It was also unbearably intimate, a fact that Joey had somewhat forgotten.

No one else was ever so intimate with Kaiba—and he certainly wouldn’t let anyone else near something so vulnerable.  Even now, Joey was somewhat surprised that he had been allowed, running his finger over the raised skin.  He was always as gentle as he could be, almost reverent, and he could hear the skimming of his thumbprint grazing his ex’s skin.

Kaiba’s breathing had gone from intentional and deep inhales in response to the massage to a sort of shallowness, as if he was trying to keep his torso from moving and unsettling Joey.  Joey drew his finger across an old gash towards the top of his back.

Kaiba’s skin quivered under the cool cream, and it was almost overwhelming.  Joey tried to finish the rest of them quickly, old feelings bubbling in his chest too strongly.  The familiar smells and touches were too potent.

Kaiba’s breathing slowed even more, completely controlled, and he stopped shivering at the touches.  

“All done,” Joey announced, maybe too quickly, as he sealed the little jar and dismounted.  He was a little sorry that it was already over.  “If you need more help, just ask.”  He added as he put the jar away.  “And if you feel up to it, come and help me wrap stuff in… the bedroom.”  It was so hard not to say our bedroom, with Kaiba lying there, shirtless, vulnerable, still devastatingly beautiful.

But Joey walked out anyway.

Kaiba didn’t understand a request that wasn’t a rejection.  Everything was either negotiable or not—he couldn’t give an inch, even to save a mile.

But it had hurt him.  Somewhere, deep and integral to the very fabric of his partner… maybe everything had stuck.

. . .

Freshly chopped parsley, bay leaf, onion, and chicken swirled in the pot, the delicate aromas wafting up.  The kids were busy coloring in pictures—Alexis perfectly within the lines, and Atticus with absolutely no regard for them.

The magic of chicken noodle soup seemed to drag Kaiba off his back and into the kitchen.  Joey noticed he looked a little sad, and very tired.  The echoes under his eyes were somehow more pronounced than they had been earlier in the day.  He was also shockingly in sweat pants and one of Joey’s PTA t-shirts that had been though the wash so many times it was both incredibly soft and one pull away from turning itself into shreds.  It hung somewhat loose around his waist, but damn… the man really could pull off anything.

“Need any help?” Kaiba asked, further confirming that the chicken noodle soup possessed some magical properties.

Joey handed over the celery and the knife, silently offering Kaiba the cutting board.

“You feeling better?” Joey asked, placing a tender hand on Kaiba’s lower back, where the pain had been.  He could feel Seto lean into the embrace, electrifying Joey from within.  The connection felt powerful, and for the first time in a very long time, Joey felt almost in synch with the man.

“Yes, thank you,” Kaiba said, with a crisp sort of politeness that added to the oddly warm encounter.  The whole thing seemed a little precious, and part of a moment that should have belonged to another couple.  Other people who’s lives hadn’t been tinged with sadness, and with so much loss and struggle.

For a few seconds, maybe, Kaiba really was giving Joey just what he wanted.  Peace, attention, love.

Joey knew, from experience, that these things couldn’t last.

But as Seto passed him a spoonful of promising chicken noodle soup, it seemed like maybe he could pretend.  Just until Christmas.

#my fic #seto kaiba #Kaiba Seto #Jounouchi Katsuya #Joey Wheeler #puppyshipping #Violetshipping #this fic was almost named Painkiller and I hope you can see why LOL #THANKS FOR EVERYONE WHO SAID NICE THINGS IN THE TAG #Y'all make my heart full