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ellecdc · 2 months

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Darling, the possessive!Remus fic was sooo good!! 🩵😫

Could i request another part please?? Hwere reader is hiding something, maybe an injury or illness or scent or something stupid she did with James... idk what but something. Anyway, reader sees Siri and Rem, stops, makes eye contact, then bolts in the opposite direction 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

I feel like both (especially Rem) would instinvtively chase, maybe they find her begging Jamie to hide her 😭

Love you lots!! And remember to get enough rest 🩵

Do you have a moment to talk about our lord and saviour Jesus Christ? Sir? Don't run from the lord!!!! No, you're so right babes.

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader

CW: slight injury, nothing major, fluff

“Okay, well the wound is closed but there’s not much I can do about the bruising or the blood on your shirt.” James said as he gently pulled your uniform shirt back down from where he’d been inspecting your ribs.

“That’s fine – I’ll ice it later; I’ve gotta meet the girls like five minutes ago.” You said as you pulled a jumper over yourself to hide the blood staining your shirt.

“Are you sure you shouldn’t go to Madame Pomfrey?” James asked with a grimace.

You rolled your eyes. “If it hurts terribly, I’ll go later.”

“And you think you’ll be able to avoid Remus and Sirius until then?” James asked somewhat doubtfully. You grimaced in response. “This close to the moon, Remus will be able to smell that blood on you from across the castle.”

“I can’t worry about that right now; I need to go.” You said simply as the two of you rounded the corner.

You halted suddenly as you spotted Remus and Sirius down the hall – they quickly noticed your tense demeanor which caused them to slowly cease their movements too, mirroring you as you stared them down and they you from across the corridor.

“James.” You murmured without moving a muscle.

“Yeah?”

“Do you see them too?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you hide me?”

James groaned. “Y/N…”

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me to the wolves.”

“I love you, you’re the sister I never had...but I’ve got a Regulus to think about, you know?”

“It’s been an honour knowing you.” You responded solemnly, nodding in understanding.

“God speed.” He whispered back before you took off in a sprint.

You could hear a shout and heavy footfalls behind you alerting you to the fact that you were indeed being followed.

You rounded corners and climbed flights of stairs, lungs and legs burning from the effort as you very much regretted your choice to bolt. Maybe you could have talked about it? Maybe you could have convinced Remus you were fine and did not need medical attention? Maybe Sirius would have sided with you?

But no, you chose to run when Remus was at his most possessive, territorial, and protective, and he was with accompanied by Sirius who rivaled Remus’ full moon possessiveness all month round. And also, why the hell does this school have so many stairs!?

Suddenly, refuge came in the form of the third-floor girls’ lavatory. You barrelled your way through the door, clamoring into a stall and locking the door behind you. You sat on the toilet seat and pulled your knees to your chest, though it was all for naught, because even if no one could see your feet, they’d surely hear your laboured breathing.

You heard the door open again and the scuffling of feet followed by deep sighs. You pointed your face to the ceiling as you listened to the footsteps growing closer and closer before Sirius’ head and arms flung over the top of the stall beside you where he beamed goofily at you.

“Hey gorgeous! What’re you doing?” He sung casually.

“What are you doing in here? This is the girl’s room.” You hissed at him as your face heated in embarrassment – both from being caught hiding from your boyfriends and of your boyfriend for following you to the loo.

“Where you go, I go.” He said simply with a shrug as if talking to his girlfriend over a bathroom stall was common practice.

“Do you really think there’s anywhere in this castle that you can hide that I won’t find you?” Remus deadpanned from your opposite side, and you spooked (nearly slipping into the damned toilet) as you noticed he too was standing on the toilet of the stall beside you in order to look down on you.

“Oh, for crying out loud.” You muttered as you stood from your toilet hideout and exited the stall.

“Not that I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life chasing you, darling but-” Sirius started teasingly before he was cut off by Remus.

“What happened!?” He rasped as he reached for you gently.

“I’m fine, Rem.” You tried, but he swatted your hands away.

Slowly, so slowly – as if he was afraid the fabric of your clothes would somehow bruise your skin – lifted your jumper to expose the bloody button up below it.

“Baby!” Sirius cooed in sympathy.

“I’m fine.” You reiterated.

Remus shot you an unimpressed look. “Forgive me if I don’t believe you. Can you take this off, please?” He said as he gently lifted you to sit on the edge of the bathroom counter, motioning to the jumper currently shielding his view.

You acquiesced and also began lifting the side of your blouse up unprompted. Both boys hissed as they saw the bruising on your ribs.

“What happened?” Remus asked again, gently prodding the area.

“Some first years got a little too rowdy in the hallway – running around and not watching where they were going. I bumped into a suit of armour, but James healed it up.” Remus’ head snapped up to yours as Sirius’ gaze darkened.

“Prongs healed you? On your side? With your shirt up?” Sirius asked expressionlessly.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, for goodness – yes! What’s the big deal?”

He continued his interrogation as if you hadn't said anything at all. “He saw your shirt pulled up like this? He touched you here?”

You sputtered, turning your attention to Remus. “He heals you every month!”

He grimaced in sympathy but clearly agreed with Sirius. “I guess...just seems a little...intimate.” He conceded.

“Well, do I have to get all worried about you guys on the full moons? Or that he gets to share a dorm room with you?” You asked sarcastically. Sirius smirked at you.

“Awe babes, you don’t have to be jealous – we’re all yours!” He said in a sultry tone as he moved to stand between your legs.

“You’re not funny.” You deadpanned.

“You should go to Madame Pomfrey, love.” Remus stated after completing whatever diagnostic inspection he was doing on your side.

“Wha- no! Rem, I’m fine. Nothing is broken, it’s not bleeding. I’ll ice it when I get back to my dorm tonight, but I’m supposed to meet the girls. Please don’t make a big deal of this.” You were embarrassed that you’d been reduced to begging, but you could not bail on Lily and Marlene again.

Remus grimaced. “Love, I’d feel better if you had it looked at...”

But Sirius Black – equally as likely to be your saviour and your damnation – opted to take pity on you. “Oh, come on Moons. We can fuss over her all night; let her spend time with the girls.”

Remus groaned and looked between the two of you before rolling his eyes in surrender. “Fine. But I will fuss over you tonight, got it?” He muttered sternly, but the love and affection that pooled in his eyes as he said it diminished his chiding greatly.

“Of course. I’d not have it any other way.” You sang back to him as he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips.

“Okay. Let’s get out of the girl’s loo.” Sirius said as he turned and bent down in front of you, still seated on the bathroom counter.

“What are you doing?” You asked incredulously. Sirius scoffed as if you were being intentionally difficult.

“Giving you a ride, obviously. Can’t let our poor injured dolly walk these corridors on her own.” He backed up further into you and tapped your thighs with his hands impatiently.

“I very well can, thank you very much. I’ll have you know that your poor injured dolly just outran her two boyfriends.” You scoffed indignantly.

“You know Moons, perhaps she should go to Madame Pomfrey after all.”

“Okay, okay!” You shrilled as you clamored up onto Sirius’ back.

Remus chuckled and pecked a sweet kiss to your temple – now almost at eye level with him as he placed a gentle hand on your back, protectively close to your sore ribs.

“Thank you for appeasing us, sweetheart.” He murmured into your hairline.

You feigned annoyance, but you’d do so happily for as long as these two men would let you.

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cattythespy · 2 years

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When the one person you want to word vomit about your origfic with is someone it would be awkward to email out of the blue

#sure we were exhange emails friends but where we hey how are you have you heard about our lord and saviour existential lesbians friends

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deluluangell · 10 months

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miguel being your first kiss? <3

THIS IS SO CUTEEEEEE EEEE

ok SO - i started off with this idea in mind ofc but as i was writing i accidentally like wrote about kinda a first date/first kiss kinda thing?? but yeah i tried and THANK YOU for requesting this. such a cute idea

contains fluff, soft miguel AHHHH, kisses (duh). 639 wrds

enjoy!!

° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

“ah!” gasping at the sudden downpour, you raised a hand above your head, unsuccessfully attempting to shield yourself from the rain. scrambling to grip miguel with the other, you tugged on his sleeve.

“we’re gonna get all wet!”

“c’mere.” miguel laughed as he pulled you gently towards the doorway, brushing the wet strands of hair away from your face.

the coffee shop doorway was our saviour, small yet mighty. it offered you a somewhat cozy safe haven from the rain, fairy lights strewn across the door and vines creeping along the worn brick.

“you ok, cariño?” he laughed softly as he shook the rain out of his hair, now beginning to drip down his neck.

“never been better.” you gushed, trying not to smile too wide as you took all of him in. somehow he’d never looked better.

“ah… fuck. i’m an idiot though - should’ve checked the weather before we came. guess our plans are all ruined now.” he rubbed his neck, frowning slightly.

“hey - it’s not ruined. it’s just… you know. postponed?” you offer, trying to make miguel feel better. you reach up, gently adjusting a few stray pieces of hair from his face.

he sighed, nodding.

“you’re right corazón. our plans aren’t ruined. and lord knows i would willingly get caught in torrential downpour a hundred times over if it meant you were there alongside me.” he murmured, looking down at you. reaching up, he traced your jawline gently.

your breath hitched in your throat as miguel gazed at you through thick eyelashes, feeling like you could just about drown in his warm chocolate-brown eyes. his touch on your face was so subtle; yet had an almost embarrassing effect on you.

“me too miguel.” you smiled back shyly, biting your bottom lip.

“and hey - this isn’t all too bad either!” you laughed, gesturing to the small frame around you.

“mhm. not bad at all.” miguel said softly, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. he leaned down so his face was a breath away from yours.

“can i kiss you hermosa?” he breathed, now looking down at your lips.

“please.”

without a second’s further hesitation, miguel closed the gap between you. kissing you gently yet passionately, his hands trailed down to meet your hip, pressing it against his own. your soft whimpers only drove miguel crazier, slipping his tongue into your mouth. your hands seemed to have a mind of their own, your shyness melting away as they entangled themselves in his thick curls. he groaned against your mouth, becoming sloppier as he heard your own desperation. you threw your head back as you became lost in the pleasure,

“miguel.” you whined, needing more.

“i know, i know amor.” he murmured against your neck, nibbling at it gently. he groaned as he withdrew his head slowly, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand. laughing quietly, he shook his head.

“fuck. you’re gonna make me crazy.”

you grinned lopsidedly, admiring the flushed look on his face. you rubbed the back of your neck, breathing slowly in an attempt to calm yourself down.

“you’re good at that, ya know?”

he cocked his head, smirking.

“yeah. i know.” he leant back into the wall, crossing his arms.

“and uh… you know it stopped raining right?”

“when?!” you frowned, realising it was true. you hadn’t even noticed the change in weather, too caught up in your own little world.

“right around the time i asked to kiss you. but uh, we were already pretty occupied so i figured the weather could wait.” he shrugged.

“but now we can actually go ahead with our original plans.” he laughed, grabbing your hand.

you bit your lip as you looked up at him, trying to hide your huge cheesy smile.

“yes please - but i’m expecting another kiss. no matter the weather!”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara x reader #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #soft miguel #astv #firstkiss #firstdate

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caxde · 1 year

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hey, angel | steve harrington x reader

summary you're new in town, and even if he doesn't really know who you are, Steve's got a crush on you.

word count: 2.9k

warnings fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn strangers to lovers, idiots in love!!!, mentions of beer and cigarette use, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!!

Steve had seen you from afar a couple of times.

Not enough for him to have some courage and actually ask you, or in that manner, speak to you at all. He just watched you. Observed.

And in his head, he created a million scenarios where he actually had the courage to talk to you, learn how you’re called, or how you liked to be, learn about your day, your life. But he never actually did, he resigned to let you be a stranger in his world.

He didn’t mind, he told himself over and over again. But everytime your paths would cross, at the grocery store, at an empty parking lot, or that time that he swears your head had nodded in his direction as you were walking a dog, he would daydream about you, and everytime, he had more thoughts about you.

Who could blame him? An enigma so wonderful as yourself. A new face in a town where everybody knew each other, you truly were a breath of fresh air.

And even if he asked about you, nobody seemed to know what he was talking about. You didn’t go to High School, so he couldn’t get Dustin to find out anything about you. You still had to rent a movie, so he could even know what you liked to watch. You didn’t go to any basketball games so nobody actually could pinpoint exactly who you were.

And on a day like this, Steve felt like he had lost pieces of a puzzle that didn’t quite fit yet.

So he resigned as he usually did when his head got dizzy with the idea of you, as it usually did lately. And tried -tried being the keyword- to keep you out of his mind, focusing his whole body and mind into doing whatever task his job or Robin required of him.

So he listened to a rambling Robin while he still had flashes of you in his mind.

“...And you know, then I impregnated that penguin as our Lord and Saviour Michaelangelo saved the earth once again..” She said as she looked closely at him, his head reacting to her last words.

“What?” He exclaimed, not following at all what had been going on.

“Where were you? I’ve been talking to you for the past fifteen minutes and you haven’t heard a word of what I said to you!” She demanded him, not angrily, her tone more of a teasing nature.

“I… What do you mean? I was right here Robin, it’s not my fault if what you’re talking about makes no sense at all.” He snapped back, defensively, trying to cover for himself.

“It did make sense for the first five!” She whined back to him, her hands giving in defeat. “You’re like, consumed with something else entirely.” She reasoned with him, eyes questioning him. “Oh my god, have you been possessed?” She teased, touching his forehead searching for heat or a fever.

“Fuck off Buckley…” He said back, with a soft smile and laugh. “I.. I dunno, was just thinking…”

“About…?” She tried to get more information, rotating her hands in a pleading way to actually understand him.

“S’nothing.” He scoffed off, moving his hands back to the pile of unsorted tapes.

“Oh…” She said suggestibly. “Mystery girl, huh?” She teased once again.

“I.. No I…” He tried to bargain to no avail, her brows moving up and down having clocked him. “Yeah..” He resigned, his shoulders falling down.

“Why are you so obsessed with this girl? Honestly it’s unlike you, y’know you had Donna, and Holly and-” He cut her off before she could list more girls in her fingers.

“Yeah well… She’s just, I dunno. I mean I don’t know what she is ‘cus I’ve never actually talked to her, have I?” He spit out on a nervous impulse, not being able to really control his temper. It did always get the best of him, though Robin had learned that it had nothing to do with her.

“Well, maybe talk to her next time. You know, charm her?” She continued with her ironic tone, imitating Steve playing with his hair.

“Very funny.” He added, with a genuine smile on his face, grabbing the pile and turning around to the front of the store, just in the exact time.

You were walking outside of Family Video, headphones on, and that big brown musty dog leading your way. He looked at the way your hair moved as you walked by, in pure amusement of how your curls seemed to bounce, in his eyes they did so in slow motion. You had let him in awe once again, and he had a flurry of questions in his head again.

Was that dog yours? Did you call him something stupid like shadow, some pun like dogzilla or maybe just a blunt david? What were you listening to? Where were you going?

Robin saw him and resorted to laugh to herself, seeing as his best friend was developing a fast crush on you.

Steve’s brain blew up when you stopped to have what seemed like a quick hey how you been chat with one of Eddie’s friends.

It had been a while since he last caught sight of you, and for once you hadn’t been eating away his thoughts.

So much so he hadn’t asked anyone else about you. Not that he had to, everyone that was close to him knew about Mystery Girl. Teasing him relentlessly for crushing on someone that he didn’t even know the name of.

He was outside of Hawkins High, not to visit, not to watch a basketball game, but to pick Robin so they could start their noon shift. And as always, he spent time with Eddie and Dustin waiting for her to finish her band practice. The three of them were chatting nonsense huddled up next to the long haired boy’s van. Since everything that happened, he had become a natural addition to the group, another babysitter to the launch club, and one more of the fantastic four, as the kids called them.

Eddie was talking about how they absolutely had to go to Indianapolis and go to a Rocky Horror watching party, mumbling away about how it was gonna become a cult classic and how they had to partake in a historic moment, and Steve would only agree if he actually paid for gas for once.

So of course, he did not expect you there. Not at all.

Least of all, he didn’t expect you to push him aside politely, giving him a soft smile as you touched his arm, as you glanced at Eddie all in the same graceful gesture.

His eyes widened as he realized that it was your hand that had touched him, and that he was actually close to you. That he could actually see your hair bouncing up-close. Listen to your voice and the way your lips moved as you spoke. He was so amused he almost forgot to breathe, shocked in such a deep way that he had no voice for as long as you were there.

“Um, sorry.” You mumbled to him, smiling back at Eddie. “Hey Edds.” You said, with a familiarity and warmness to your voice. So sweet Steve could melt.

“Hey angel.” He replied, messing your hair a bit, making your hand play with it as you fixed it. “Interview go okay?” He asked, as Steve's brain stored all the information he could. Dustin watching his older friend speechless and not really understanding his reaction.

“Yeah, think so! Arts and Craft teacher by day, bartender by night.” You say triumphantly as you giggle, nudging Eddie in his upper arm.

“That’s awesome, you’ll get it, they’ll call.” You nodded with a smile. “You working tonight?” he asked you back, with his eyebrows raised.

“Nah, switched with Nick. Tomorrow.” You told him as your hands slid to your jeans backpocket, Steve’s eyes trying to not take notice of it. “You playing, yeah?” You asked Eddie.

“You know it.”

“Dope.” You smiled. “Need a ride, you leaving?” You asked Eddie, pointing at his van. He nodded and he tossed his keys to you.

“Grab what you need, angel, I’ll say goodbye.” He winked at you. You nodded, and turned back. Looking at Steve for a brief moment. And finally seeing Dustin.

“Hey Dustin.” You said, in a way of saying both hello and goodbye, ruffling with his hair. Familiarity in your voice and gesture.

“Hey angel.” He replayed, a smile on his face.

“You’ll come tomorrow? Eddie told me you're learning the whole technical shit for gigs.”

“Yeah, if I find a ride.” He says, eyeing Steve sideways, his hip hitting him slightly, his eyes still lost onto you. You smile at him as you give a slight nod.

“Then, I’ll guess I’ll see you both tomorrow. Bye guys!” You cheered as you went over to the other side of the van, opening the passengers side and locking it, looking for some of Eddie’s cigarettes and not really listening to anything that was going outside, though you could see it.

“You okay Harrignton?” Eddie asked him, as his eyes left you and turned back to him.

Steve had only one thing in his mind. angel. They’ve called you angel, and you might as well be one, voice so sweet you could fool Saint Peter, he thought.

“Howdoya- how…” He cleaned his own throat. Looking directly to the ground, still trying to process everything he had just seen. “How do you… um know her?” He mumbled his words in a way that neither of the two boys have ever seen before.

“What, angel?” Dustin asks back rhetorically, his head slightly to the right as he looks up at Steve.

“Is that her name?” He managed to say all in one breath.

“Well no, that’s just what we call her. I mean, everybody at The Hideout does.” Eddie answers, absentmindedly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“The Hideout!?” Steve yells as the puzzle comes together. “She works at The Hideout?!” He screams once again, ruffling his hair as he does.

“Dude, why are you freaking out?” Dustin tells him, slapping him in his stomach, making his eyes connect again.

“Oh… OH!” Eddie yelled, as realization came to him. “That’s her? angel?” He asked incredulously, giggling as he began to tease Steve again.

“Mystery Girl…” Dustin whispered, as his eyes widened. A grin showed in his face as he readjusted his hat.

“I think you’ve got a ride for tomorrow Henderson…” Eddie added with a soft smile, nudging Steve in his chest while he stood there, eyes still fixated on the ground, processing the fact that not only had he heard your voice, not only were you seated in the van in front of him, looking at him, but he was going to see you the next day.

Steve had been anxiously playing with the end of his jacket for the past thiry minutes. Nerves he kept telling himself.

Eddie and Dustin didn’t loose any time, sneaking in the back door and opening up the van so they could start to set everything up. He was useless in assembling whatever they were talking about, so he didn’t really know what to do. Eddie teased him, of course he did. He kept telling him to just walk inside and sit in the bar, maybe he’ll get lucky.

So when Steve finally walked into the backdoor, with Dustin an Eddie leading the way, his mouth opened when he saw you up the ladder. Your hair wild, falling down gracefully, and your legs in such a way that he couldn’t help but see all of you, incredible, beautiful you. He could feel the warmth in his cheeks as Eddie teased him, pushing him forwards pleading for him to talk to you. But he didn’t. He helped them get the stuff out of Eddie’s van and then sat patiently at the bar, staring at you with dreamy eyes and a soft smile.

“Be with you in a sec!” You shouted, throwing a look at him over your shoulder. Still cleaning the higher shelves.

“No rush. Don’t want you to fall…” You smiled politely at that. And even if you didn’t realize it as you did, you rushed down to meet his eyes.

“You can’t be thirsty. What do you want, Harrington?” You asked him, nodding to him, his face shocked at the way your lips said his name.

“I uh… beer will be fine.” Steve struggled to speak as he didn’t quite understand how or why you knew his name. As you nodded and walked over to grab a glass you could feel his curious stare in the back of your body. He truly was hypnotized by you.

“Draft or bottle.”

“Bottle.” You nodded as you handed it to him, your fingers touching for a moment. “How do you uh…”

“Your name?” He nodded in response, at which you couldn’t help but laugh. “C’mon, Dustin idolizes you, he may work-ship Eds, but… He won’t shut up about his best friend… I mean, I did find it weird that y’know, your best friend with a child, but once you get to know him…” You whisper, looking at a smiling Dustin, helping and learning as much as he can about this side of the music production.

“He does?” He asked, a shy smile appearing in his face, a bit of pride shining through him.

“Yeah.” You say looking back at him.

As Steve took the first sip from the bottle, his eyes got lost on your face, bright as you looked at the little kid, tucking a flyaway hair behind your ear as you started to clean the bar again.

The music was way too loud. The normal quiet bar was now full of drunken older men, and some teenagers that knew they could get served here. Steve was still there, looking at you, worried at the speed that you were doing it all, he could see your hands shaking with stress and your eyes bright with tiredness, about to cry.

What was worse, the whole bar was calling you left and right, which is why you never told them your real name, but angel, was always there, to the rescue.

“Hey angel” Bruce, the regular screamed at you as he raised his empty beer bottle.

“angel another one, please?” Troy, the barely legal blonde boy begged with a nod.

“angel, you need to get it together.” Dave, your boss whispered to you.

“Hey angel! get me one of those?” Mary, Bruce’s wife pleaded as she pointed at one of the seltzers you had on display.

“angel, seriously, take a break!” Dave said once again, seeing as you were about to lose it.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You finally snapped when you heard his voice, emerging from the rude and demanding ones, his was calm and worried, so naturally, you nodded at him, while you were bitting your lower lip trying to hold back tears. Steve had his hand on top of your, begging for you to stop. Your eyes connected. He could tell you were having a hard night.

With a look, he begged you to please take a break, so you nodded in response.

“Dave! I’m taking five, okay?” You begged, as your manager smiled and nodded at you.

“Finally! Get some air will ya?” He snapped back, giving you an almost empty pack of cigarettes.

Your hand reached for them, and Steve looked at you worried. So when you felt him starring, you turned back to smile at him, you nod at the back and he stands up, rushing to follow you, a moment of peace.

He almost ran over everyone to do so.

As Steve got there, he saw you nervously trying to light your lighter, hands shaking and the nerves getting the best of you, your eyes were beginning to crystalize, anger or anxiety, you weren’t sure.

“I got it…” He whispered as he got close to you, his eyes looking down as he took the lighter out of your hands, skin left burning once his fingers left yours. “I got it…” He said again, his eyes completely lost on your lips, pursed against the cigarette.

You inhaled the smoke, and the heel of your hand kissed your eye, the wave of calmness bringing the stress away slowly.

“Thank you…” You manage to whisper, realizing how close he actually was, as his left thumb caressed your cheek, making you blush, just as much as he was.

You could see that he was nervous too, his chest moving up and down quickly, his eyes lost on your lips, yours locked in his eyes. Steve had found himself lost at the way smoke scaped your lips, and he didn’t even realize that his hand had found itself on your waist, he also didn’t see that you were pulling in closer, or that you free hand was resting in his arm.

“Are you- um.. okay?” He asked, slowly, careful to not bother you.

“Yeah, I…” You weren’t able to finish. You needed to kiss him. You had to.

So, when you did, and your lips touched for the first time, what was left of what you were smoking fell to the ground, as your arms hugged him, pulling him close, your hands lost on the back of his neck and hair. And, as surprised as Steve was, he held you even closer, his hands on the small if your back, trying to remember everything about the moment.

The way you felt, the way your lips moved at the same time, or how you slowly bit his lower lip, pulling away with a smile and a soft laugh.

In that moment you both knew, he was yours, and you were his.

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helllords · 5 months

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@zealctry asked: "Hey Levi, have you heard about our Lord and Saviour, Jashin?" / unprompted.

Over the time Leviathan has come to spend with Hidan ( unwilling, at first, though as with many things he has experienced in eons upon eons upon eons, he gets used to it. and then, oddly enough - though he will never admit it out loud -, has come to like his presence ), he realizes that he likes to talk a lot: succumbing to his own curiosity, asking questions about the intricacies of hell. And in between his own speculation on whether the other needs to breathe in between sentences, he wonders how much of this comes from his relationship with Abaddon and how much he simply wants to know because it interests him. An odd child, perhaps, and even worse than Dante himself but Leviathan enjoys the food, the music and the odd sense of normalcy that is born from it all.

Even if Hidan asks weird questions like these.

His head lifts to properly look at him from the backrest he had it propped against, the lines on his forehead deepening but not in irritation; in thought. Has he? The name seems familiar but he finds no association, no strong feeling, even if the determiner our is a little jarring. A shrug comes as a genuine reply.

" No. I don't keep up with all these new gods. " He almost hesitates to ask. " What kind of god are they? "

#zealctry #(( lmao levi just being like: /our/??? ))#( hellspeak. );; replied.#( thread: leviathan. );;#( v: modern. );;

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sunsumu · 4 years

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Hello! Can I ask headcanons for a new female Inarizaki manager? Someone is cute as a princess and takes care of them as a mom. Something like they relationships with her, how she supports them at matches, how they protect her etc. I need more headcanon about Inarizaki!

🦊 Inarizaki Manager Hc🦊

chaotic lowkey mean group of kids

they’re only mean to teach other though

our lord and saviour, kita, sets them straight when they go too far

sometimes atsumu gets out of line and insults you in the heat of the moment

feels instant regret, osamu is beating the living shit out of him, kita is lecturing him, suna is vibing angrily

in all seriousness, they love you so much

like the fact that you didn’t quit after the second week surprised them

they try their best to get you used to their routines and are comfortable around them

you quickly adapted to their different personalities and needs

whenever they have an important match coming up, you make sure they are well fed and sleep enough

you help them study and tutor them, so they can keep their grades up while juggling volleyball with schoolwork

you carry extra food and snacks in your bag just in case they forget their food

you’re such an angel what did they do to deserve you?

“oh hey guys i brought some extra snacks-“

“OH MY GOD Y/N THANK YOU SO MUCH WHAT WOULD WE DO WITHOUT YOU??”

you and kita are definitely the parents of the group, shows you the ropes so you can get the hand of things faster

aran helps you carry stuff and helps out whenever he can

suna finds videos on volleyball to help you better understand the it, he also explains anything you’re confused on

the miya twins are the trouble children.

osamu will also help you and sometimes he brings you food!!

atsumu is just flirting and teasing you

you definitely warmed up to atsumu the fastest and you guys have inside jokes with each other that only you two find funny

“atsumu....”

“y/n....”

[both of you at once] “GO DROWN IN THE SHOWER”

“haha brain go brrrr and vibrates”

[hyena laughter from the both of you]

the team doesn’t understand

they think atsumu is corrupting you

of course, the miya twins have their crazy fangirls

their fangirls attack you a lot

you’re the target of jealous glares during games or even walking down the hallway sometimes

the team admires how you don’t let it bother you and keep doing as much as you can for the team

but they worry for you ))):

whenever they hear anyone shit talking you, they come behind from the victim’s person’s back and is [m e n a c i n g]

haha jojo reference

“y/n is just a whore. she’s probably just using her position as manager to get closer to them. fucking bitch.”

[from behind] “heard you were talking some s h i t”

the miya twins definitely will fight and degrade anyone that dares to even try to spread bad rumours about you

“oh? so you guys are the girls that shit talked y/n huh?”

“i didn’t know they allowed snot nosed pigs to attend school”

ok i might’ve gone overboard with the fangirls getting their ass beat

at the end of the day they just want to protect you and take care of them, just like how you take care of them

they are protectiveᵀᴹ

when you play at venues/stadiums they walk in a formation that keeps you in the middle and them surrounding you

makes sure that at least one teammate is with you

one time they lost you and freaked the fuck out

“hey guys...where’s y/n...??”

“i thought she was with you?”

“no i thought she was with aran...”

commence mass panic

they find you being surrounded by a bunch of guys questioning what team you’re from and trying to get your number

it takes kita and aran everything they had to keep the rest of the team going feral

you usually give them pep talks when playing their first game after a loss

other than that you usually don’t because they’re confident in their skills

they just need a push forward after a loss

they often look towards you from the sidelines and you give them a thumbs up and smile brightly at them

you remember how karasuno reacted to suga getting his hands held by kiyoko?

yeah inarizaki is the same when you cheer them on, whether at a game or during practice

tears of happiness?? mostly from atsumu though

you make sure to keep their hitting, receiving, blocking stats updated so they can see their growth

at the end of the day, they’re a bunch of dorks that will fight anyone for you. they love you sm please don’t leave them-

hope you enjoyed!!

-admin oli💫

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yourlocaldiabetes · 3 years

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🎨 Paint Your Sorrows.

(An Edmike Angst)

A/N: hello everyone!! sugar here :) this is my first time posting on tumblr so i have no clue what im doing honestly sjsjsjjs,,, i wanted to post this angst fic of edmike i wrote a while back so i hope u enjoy!! 💗 i would also like to mention that in i headcanon chloe (perfumer) and edgar were childhood best friends but have lost contacted ever since chloe’s (vera) death. so edgar doesn’t know chloe is secretly vera in disguise but chloe does recognise edgar :’) i apologise in advance if i caused any confusion or if i wrote the character’s personalities wrong!! thank you <3

cw: blood, description of dead bodies, lots and lots of crying,,,

3rd person POV

How did everything happen so quickly?

Days ago, he was just fine. Scoffing at others and painting like usual. He had his annoyed charm that Mike adored to tease. And his heart fluttered even more when he caught him softly smiling.

It was no surprise that the acrobat had a growing crush on the painter. The entire manor knew about it and maybe, just maybe, Edgar knew about it too himself. But that doesn't matter any more.

Mike walked through the halls of the manor with a bouquet of white lilies in hand. Emma was kind enough to help him pick out some flowers and patched them up to look presentable. He also brought a brown teddy bear that he begged the new survivor to make. What was their name again...? He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember why he was holding all of these.

Why was he wearing a black suit and not his usual costume...?

Mike automatically stopped walking when he reached a certain someone's door. The door was bombarded by flowers and candles. And in the center of it all, was Edgar Valden's picture in black and white.

It all happened just 3 days ago in a match. The match consisted of Fiona, Tracy, Edgar and Mike himself. The hunter Percy was quite new to the manor as he had just arrived a few months ago though Mike had some matches with him so he was somewhat familiar with him. The map was Moonlit River Park, one of Mike’s favourite maps as it brought back oh so many wonderful memories. The sound of glass cracking was heard and the match had begun.

Mike was swapped at a cipher near the roller coaster stand. He ran over to it and began clicking away at the cipher. Halfway through the cipher, Edgar’s panicked voice was heard. “The hunter is near me!” Instantly a whooshing sound came by, Tracy must have summoned her bot which most survivors call George. The bot soon arrived at the cipher Mike was currently deciphering and began to turn the gears of the cipher machine. Ignoring the constant sound of whooshing from the mechanic, Mike enthusiastically yelled, “Come on keep it up!” while clicking away on the cipher machine.

A notification appeared the moment Mike popped the cipher.

“Edgar Valden has been containing the hunter for 60 seconds.”

Mike happily grinned at the notification. Edgar had always been one of the best containers in the manor ever since his arrival despite being one of the newbies alongside Ganji and Annie. He’s even been compared to the top containers such as Norton and even rescuers like Naib. Though, Edgar always simply shrugged at the compliments he received and ignored the person. Plus, Edgar wasn’t exactly the easiest person to talk to. He wasn’t the type to beat around the bush. Every word that came out of his mouth were straightforward and bold. Some said it felt like pure poison. When confronted about his words, the painter just rolled his eyes and stated he only spoke his mind. Even survivors like Emma or Demi who could honestly get along with everyone agreed that he was a tough cookie to crack. Thus, people gave up on pursuing the painter and just casted him aside.

And that’s where Mike’s fun began. He decided to provoke the painter to finally see him crack. He tried everything to crack the painter. Teasing, flirting, pranking. You name it. And eventually butterflies began to grow in his stomach whenever he saw Edgar. His heart races and his face becomes red hot. Mike tried to talk to Demi about it over a drink at the bar and all she did was laugh and smile. “Oh sugar, you got a whole storm comin.” He remembered her words when he first opened up about it. But now, Mike Morton can 100% confirm with no doubts, he’s in love with Edgar Valden.

‘Whack!’ Mike hissed in pain. He turned in head towards the direction he was whacked and found a fuming Tracy Reznik behind him. “Hey what gives Tracy?'' The acrobat groaned at the mechanic who had her arms crossed. “What gives is that you haven’t been decoding for so long that crows have you circling over you!'' Tracy pointed above Mike’s head and he did in fact have crows circling over his head. “While you were busy in dreamland, Me and Fiona were already on the last few ciphers! You’re lucky Edgar has been kitting the entire match or the hunter would have snatched you while you were busy daydreaming.''

Mike playfully raised up his hands in defence. “Cmon Tracy! Cut me some slack! Y'know I ain’t the best decoder around. Plus with your cipher rush you can just pretend I ain’t even here!” The mechanic sighed at his words and rubbed her temples. She signalled her head over to a cipher near the carousel. “Fiona is over there, go help her decode the last cipher. I’ll be over at the exit gate.” The acrobat made an ok gesture and left for the cipher.

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“Edgar Valden has been containing the hunter for 120 seconds.”

Was what the notification said when Mike arrived at the cipher Fiona was deciphering. The priestess noticed him and warmly smiled. “Greetings Mike.” Fiona said with her silky smooth voice. The acrobat enthusiasticly waved at her in response and went beside her. He started turning the gears that were on the cipher. “Thank our lord and saviour Hastur that Mr Valden has been kitting that long! Or else all of us would be dinner for the hunter tonight!'' Fiona beamed brightly. Despite plastering a fake smile on his face, Mike was mentally rolling his eyes. Fiona was a lovely lady and all but her obsession with the hunter ‘The Feaster’ but most call him Hastur. She believed that Hastur was the reason we’re all still alive and kicking and not know... dead.

Trying his best to grin through Fiona’s constant chatter about Mr Tentacles, he nearly forgot the cipher was nearly done. He pulled back Fiona just in case she didn’t notice and yelled “Cipher Machine Primed!” so the others could hear. Immediately, Edgar’s voice came rushing through. “Focus on Decoding!” And that was the sign to pop it. The acrobat clicked the cipher one last time and it glowed bright orange as a loud siren was heard. “Head over to the exit gate and check on Tracy! I’ll go make sure if Edgar’s ok.” Mike told Fiona and she nodded in reply and dashed for the exit gate.

Edgar was near the tent still kitting Percy, who surprisingly didn’t have detention when Mike found him. He was skilfully throwing down pallets and wasting Percy’s time. Mike’s heart skipped a beat when he and the painter made eye contact. But instead of a loving or friendly look, he gave the blond a cold hard glare. “What in the world are you doing here Motron?? Here to throw some of your immature and pathetic comments about my eyes again?” Edgar scoffed as he threw down more pallets. ‘Ouch. That hit right in the heart.’ Mike mentally frowned. He quickly brushed it off and smugly leaned back. “Nah nah. Just here watching you awesomely destroy the hunter with those amazing reflexes of yours sweet cheeks.” Mike flirtatiously winked. Edgar’s face went from pale to a slight red colour at the acrobat’s tease.

“Silent at once you imbecile! Just go to the damn exit gate!” Edgar shouted, clearly annoyed as he tried to compose himself. Mike giggled at his flustered behaviour. “And miss a chance to see the amazing Edgar Valden kite? No way.” The acrobat jokingly exaggerated. The painter tsked and began to ignore Mike’s immature comments. Percy who was watching the scene unfold and still being kitted by Edgar let out a grumble. Mike noticed and turned his attention to the hunter. “Ooo, how does it feel getting kitted by the best kitter in the manor hmm?” Mike sneered with his classic grin. “You don’t even Detention. Sucks to be you huh?” Mike shrugged his shoulders in a bored manner. Out of the corner of his eye, he swore he saw Percy twitch. Despite that, he continued with one last final remark as the final bullet with a sly grin. “You must be a pretty bad hunter to get kitted the entire match and not even get a single hit.”

‘Whack!’

The sound of a heavy metal hit filled the three’s ears. Mike looked towards the direction where the sound came from and saw Edgar with his icy blue eyes and mouth wide open with crimson red blood beginning to drool down his forehead. Edgar stood completely still for a split second, trying to process what happened to him. He let out a shaky groan then crashed down onto the cold hard floor with his eyes shut tight. “Edgar!” Mike screamed out with panic and instantly dashed over to the painter who was almost lifelessly lying on the floor.

“Edgar..? Edgar...! Can you hear me?!” Mike violently shook Edgar, tears beginning to form in his blue eyes. No response. Mike frantically checked his body for signs for a pulse or a heartbeat, just any sign this was all a cruel mean prank but no luck. “No....” Mike barely let out a whisper backing away from the brunette’s cold body, a single tear dropped onto Edgar’s chest. “No.” He said it again but with more strength to his voice, more droplets of tears soaked Edgar’s coat. “NO! NO! NO!” Mike loudly wailed as he aggressively yanked onto his golden locks, a pool of tears dripped onto the painter’s pale face.

For a split second, Mike swore he saw Edgar’s face twitch with his own eyes. Mike frantically shook the painter with begging weeps. “Edgar! Please wake up...” No response yet again. The acrobat weakly laughed. What was he expecting? Edgar to magically wake up and laugh out it’s a prank? He’s as good as a dead corpse. Mike thought that all hope was lost until he heard a weak familiar winch. The blond turned his direction towards the sound and saw Edgar who barely had his icy eyes open and his chapped lips slightly parted. ‘It can’t be... Did a miracle actually happen...?’ Mike furiously shook his head when he saw the painter’s weak state. Tears began to fall from his eyes again.

“Edgar....?” Mike barely let out a whisper, his voice shattered from screaming. Edgar’s blue orbs stared weakly at Mike, like they were gonna shut anytime soon. “Morton... I....” Edgar strained his back and started to violently gasp for air. Mike instantly stood up, ignoring the pain from his body. “I’ll go get Tracy and Fiona! You stay here!” When the acrobat turned around, he felt a weak but desperate tug at his sleeve. “No!” He heard Edgar say with all the strength he had left. “Please don’t leave me...” He barely muttered out. The painter was trying his best to lean up but he winched back down in pain. Seeing the painter struggle, Mike rushed over to Edgar and held him tight. Despite Mike’s support, Edgar’s back fell hard onto the floor and caused even more damage to his head. Edgar bit his lip in pain, even during his dying moments, he couldn’t forget about his ego. Mike desperately tried to keep Edgar’s eyes open but deep down he knew, time is running out. Mike slapped himself on the face as he knew that tears will once again rain from his face. Edgar stayed silent as he tried his best to ignore the burning pain in his skull. But eventually all good things must come to an end.

Edgar let out a loud cough alerting Mike’s attention. “Now now, Morton... Blue isn’t a s-suitable colour on you...'' His raspy voice hit Mike’s heart even harder. The acrobat sniffled as he looked at the painter’s weak state. “E-Edgar.... I’m sorry. It’s all my fault that this is happening.” Edgar’s eyes were close to shutting tight. He knew what he had to say. “Morton... Please don’t blame yourself for this... You-“ The brunette was cut off by more violent coughing escaping his mouth. “You were tolerable unlike the rest of this fake world. So...” A drop of a tear left Edgar’s blue eyes. He shakily held Mike’s blood stained hand. “Thank you for letting me feel what love is.” Edgar’s breathing came to a halt. His chest stopped rising and lowering. And his cold blue eyes that Mike adored so much finally shut tight for good. The next thing he knew Mike was screaming on the top of his lungs like there was no tomorrow.

“Morton!”

‘Huh...?’

“Mike Morton! Are you there?”

‘Who’s calling my name...?’

‘Snap!’

Mike’s head turned towards the snap sound and saw the perfumer with her classic brown hair tied up in a bun, wearing a puffy sleeve black dress with her fingers doing a snap pose right in his face. Her waist was bent downwards for her head to match Mike’s head level. Noticing that she had caught Mike’s attention, she stood up straight and composed herself. She cleared her throat and awkwardly looked towards the side. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the perfumer holding a bouquet of flowers. Giving out a weak grin towards the female, he gestured towards the spot next to him. Hesitation was in the brunette’s eyes but she came around and sat down next to Mike. The acrobat’s blue eyes were focused on Edgar’s black and white portrait. He took a quick glance at the perfumer and saw her also looking longingly at the picture. “I miss him too, Chloe.”

Chloe’s black eyes widened at the use of her real name. She was so used to getting called her twin sister’s name, Vera ever since she took her life. She remembered that day so well. Every night, she would stay awake thinking about the murder. If only, she wouldn’t have been such a snake, maybe Vera would still be here. When she had heard of Edgar’s passing, she broke down and told the manor participants everything. Her true identity, her relationship with Edgar and how awful she felt about her beloved twin sister.

Most survivors felt utter disgust towards the perfumer. “You killed your own twin sister out of greed and jealousy and even stole her identity? I can’t believe you tricked us all.” She remembered the lawyer’s cold words when she was on the manor’s floor weeping over the reveal. But what made it worse was his final words to her before leaving. “You are a monster from the deep darks of hell Nair.” Very few showed sympathy. “It must have been an accident Chloe... Please don’t be so hard on yourself. What’s done is done. No matter how hard you would like to take it back.” Emily had gently spoken to her after her reveal in the infirmary. The usually composed doctor had a shaky tone in her voice during the last few words. In the past few days, she’s been greeted by disgusted and feared glances.

Some people who she had considered her closeted mates turned a blind eye towards her. Only a few survivors left in the manor gave her pitiful looks but still remained their distance. All the attention and admiration from others that she built up for years had vanished away. Edgar’s death left a bigger impact on the perfumer. He was the only person who understood her since they were little. He knew that she was envious of her much preferred twin sister and yet stayed with her and listened to her. They built a bond that was unbreakable. Chloe remembered the day Edgar had arrived at the manor. Her black eyes widened with shock. Ever since she left for Oletus Manor, she never thought she would meet him again and yet here he was, standing there with his paint brushes and canvas. Tears flooded down her cheeks as her black mascara ran and formed black messy streaks on her doll like face.

“Edgar...!” She rushed over to him and hugged the painter with all her might. “Oh Edgar!... I never thought I'd see you again...” She weeped tears of joy and held him close. Edgar was taken back at first. It couldn’t be her right...? “V-Vera...? How... I thought you were dead.” Chloe heard the shock and surprise in his voice. What was he saying? She was Chloe, not Vera! Just as she was about to correct herself, she remembered. Vera’s black eyes lifeless on the floor. Her high quality clothes were soaked with blood and face was stained with teardrops. She was now Vera Nair. “Of course am I you knuckle head! Why wouldn’t I be good ol Vera?” Chloe said in a upbeat tone that her twin sister always used. Vera was the more energetic twin between the two after all. And that’s how her lying and manipulating towards her once called best friend started. Oh how much she yearned to cry into his arms, sobbing to him that it was in fact not Vera but Chloe. Chloe stared at Edgar’s picture that was coloured in black and white. “I wonder what he would think of me now if he knew the truth.” She weakly cackled to herself, completely forgetting the acrobat beside her. Her laughing then turned into sobbing. Tears ran down her eyes that were covered with dark eye rings as she tried to hide her face in shame. “I never got to tell him... Out of everyone here, he deserved to know the most.” She choked out and mourned.

Mike stayed silent. He didn’t know what to say. Chloe’s known Edgar since he was little and he had known him just for a few months. The bond between the two was stronger than any bond Mike had. What would Edgar Valden have said to his childhood friend who was lying to him all along? The acrobat took a deep breath in and started to comfort the weeping perfumer. “Look Chloe, I know we will never know what Edgar would have truly said but,” Mike looked at the female beside him, her tears still flooding down her doll face and in her eyes were a glimpse of hope. Using this chance, Mike continued. “He wouldn’t hate you. Out of everyone, he must have understood your pain the most. And you understood him. He loves you Chloe. He couldn’t ever never want to see you again.'' Chloe's cries came to a halt when Mike finished his comfort speech. A small weak smile appeared on the brunette’s chapped lips.

“You really think so?” Seeing Chloe smile brought joy to Mike for some reason. She probably hasn’t smiled as Chloe Nair for a while as he'd assumed. Going back to his normal nature, Mike grinned from side to side. “Of course! He may seem like some grumpy ol grumpy pants but I tell ya! He’s gotta heart of gold toots!'' A snort came out of the perfumer and the little snort turned into a fit of laughter. Mike’s grin grew wider as he joined in on the laughter. The tears that came out of Chloe’s eyes were no longer tears of sorrow or pain but tears of genuine joy. Mike did it. He made Chloe forgive herself. Now she can move on and start a new chapter of her life in the manor. Not as Vera Nair but as Chloe Nair.

The laughter soon died down as the perfumer cleared her throat. She reached for her pocket and took something. Curious, Mike tried to peek over to see what the mysterious object was. Chloe stared at the object with a tender look and soon looked at Mike with determination. “I think you deserve this more than I do.” In her hands was a paintbrush. And with closer inspection, the word ‘passion’ was carved into it with a small red ribbon tied onto it. The blonde fondly looked at the paintbrush but then widened his eyes in realisation. “Is this-'' But before he could finish, Chloe was a step ahead. “Edgar’s. He gave it to me on my birthday when we were 7.” The brunette stared down at the stick-like object with a warm gaze. “But I want you to have it.” She concluded, looking up at Mike. Mike shakily looked at it. A gift from Edgar to Chloe. It feels so wrong to take it from her just like that. A small smile came out of the perfumer. “Now I know what you’re thinking. Trust me, you deserve it more than I do. I knew from the start how you felt about Edgar.'' Mike's shoulder tensed up at the mention of his behaviour towards the painter. Damn, he fell hard. Chloe’s black eyes bore into Mike’s side profile as she stood up. Slightly bending down, she held out the paintbrush to him. “Please. Take it.” She pleaded with the acrobat. Knowing her intentions were pure, Mike craved in and nodded as he received the wooden paintbrush. The two turned their attention back to the black and white picture of Edgar Valden, though no words were spoken, they knew they were sharing the same thoughts and feelings.

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Entering back into his room after what seems like forever. Mike laid down on his bed, replaying the chat with Chloe. In his hands was the paintbrush of Edgar Valden. Looking around in his bedroom, he found a blank sheet of white paper. Thanks to his love for performance makeup, he decided to use that as paint. He took the ribbon tied paintbrush and dipped it into a brown blush container. Brown for his silky smooth hair. He then decided to add some blue from his face painting tray. For his beautiful icy blue eyes. And finally, red for his coat. For his aura. For his fiery personality. Setting down the paintbrush, he stared at the now complete artwork he had just made. It was messy, however it was from the heart. Mike took one last glance at the ribbon tied paintbrush and softly smiled.

“Might as well paint out my sorrows.”

A/N: there was no brown so yall have to deal with orange 👹/j

#identity v #idv #identity v imagines #edgar valden #mike morton #identity v painter #identity v acrobat #writing #how do you do tags 🥶#edmike

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axther · 3 years

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hero of many, princess of none

in which Bakugou and Kirishima, trying to attempt a quest, meet a strange young woman. for @reddriot

Life in the borderlands was not easy.

It was long and toiling, with the twin suns making the days hot and the years long. The sea of sand that stretched across half of the planet could turn into tundra in a day. There used to be kingdoms built on top of kingdoms on top of kingdoms, but they were all sent to dust and to pain.

And alone survived a girl.

She was a child. She alone survived the ruin of a thousand empires, waiting above the sand and snow. She alone was the last heir of a kingdom that never was. Even when the wind ripped off the skin of lesser men, she did not die.

The little princess walked in a state between heartbreak and duty. Why did it happen this way? Why her? Every question was raised. Every god heard a plea. But none answered.

So, the little princess wandered the borderlands, lonely and divine. And through the years, she grew, with skin like armour and eyes like a stone. She could look out at the great dunes like a hawk and see a single creature. She was armed to the bone, no inch of her left open. She was weary, but stood for those that had no king or knight to protect them. Those that abused what they had were forced to face her dark fury. She became the Mirrored Darkryder, for the fleeting steps in the night that forced the hand of her enemies and the mirages that she seemed to leave in her wake.

She was the hero of many, and princess of none.

Good inns were rare.

Bakugou Katsuki sat at the bar of an inn, with his best friend and dragon shifter Kirishima. They were off on some quest that his mother made him do, after a day of barking at each other, and was told not to come home until it was done. It was something about a bear, blah blah blah, Bakugou really didn’t care. He just wanted to get it over with so he could go back to fighting the enemies of his people and essentially becoming a war hero. But here he was. In an inn, trying to figure out where said bear was.

Kirishima was chatting happily with the bartender and no less than three patrons, waving his hands about and laughing freely. Bakugou felt sour. He wanted to kick everyone in the room and make them shut up. But alas, he needed information, and inns were the only place to get it.

“Hey, dumbass.” Bakugou hissed, nudging Kirishima’s shin with his foot. “Ask them about the bear.” “Oh!” Kirishima looked at Bakugou with a huge grin. “I already did! They said there is no bear like that.” “What?!” Bakugou barked, rising from his seat, fury welling up in him. “What the hell do you mean?!”

“Apparently there’s no bears around here.” Kirishima shrugged. “Only wolves.”

“That doesn’t make any fuckin’ sense!” Bakugou looked at the bartender, gritting his teeth and almost frothing at the mouth. “We’re looking for the White Bear!” “White Bear?” The bartender winced, and Bakugou realised the whole bar started going quiet. The conversations went null, all eyes on them.

“White Bear…” One of the young ladies said in a hushed whisper. “He’s our lord.” “A thief,” An older man hissed, gripping the table under his worn hands. “He steals our crops, our women, our animals. Our way of life.” “You won’t have to worry about him.” The bartender leaned back, beginning to wipe down a glass. “He’s being taken care of.” “What?” Kirishima leaned in, curious. “What do you mean?” “The Mirror Darkryder,” The girl whispered with reverence. Heads bowed down, and the candles in the room seemed to flicker. “She acts for the people. We asked…” “She will save us.” A youth, maybe Bakugou’s age, rose with a justice-ridden look. Kirishima seemed wholly into the mysterious saviour thing the village had going on, but Bakugou scoffed.

“What, you hired an assassin?” “She’s no assassin.” The bartender hummed. “Some say she was born out of the sands of the Borderlands. Others think she’s some sort of...god. I dunno. But she’s the protector of the people. If someone sends a messenger into the Tenebris Woodland with a plea for help, the plea will be answered.”

“We hope that the White Bear will be better, in some way.” The girl sighed, having the last word. “In death, or in life.”

Bakugou felt his blood chill, and he turned to Kirishima. He seemed almost awestruck, with a gaping mouth and wide eyes. There was a moment of pure reverence before a traveller walked through the door, breaking the tension. It was raining like hell outside, and when the figure walked in, they were soaked through. A certain air made them feel almost dangerous, like a plague in human form. They seemed weary, sighing before plopping into a chair next to Bakugou. The inn went back to its loud state and the lights went bright again as if nothing had happened at all. Kirishima looked around in a bit of confusion, raising his eyebrow.

“Huh? That was weird.” “How can I help you, stranger?” The bartender talked over Kirishima, leaning over to the traveller. They lowered their hood with a tired sigh, shaking their head to reveal a young woman. She was beautiful, even in her exhaustion, and the bartender swallowed a bit. “Miss?” “Right, uh...whatever is filling.” “Of course.” The bartender left to go get something, leaving her with Bakugou and Kirishima. He leaned over Bakugou to give the traveller a toothy grin.

“Hi there! Are you visiting?” “Hm?” She looked at him with a surprised glance. “Oh, yes. I’m just passing through.”

“That’s awesome! So are we!” Kirishima skedaddled around Bakugou to squeeze between the two of them. “What’s your name?” “I’m YN.” She smiled softly, tilting her head. “And you?” “This is my bro, Bakugou!” Before Bakugou could protest, he was tucked under Kirishima’s overenthusiastic arm and noogied.

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t you fuckin-!”

“He’s my best friend!” Kirishima grinned, letting go of Bakugou. “And I’m Kirishima. Dragon shifter extraordinaire!”

“Don’t just tell anyone that-!” “Neat!” YN grinned, lacing her hands. “I’ve only met a handful of dragon shifters before.” “Wait! You’ve met any at all?!” “Why, yes!” She nodded fervently, giddy. She seemed like a total sweetheart, as opposed to the initial aura of “don’t interact or else I’ll kill you”. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the candlelight, and when she leaned into her hand, her cheek was squished. There was a kind glow about her, and Bakugou felt his unease slowly melt away.

“When?” His words were less suspicious, and more inquisitive. “Was it with the nomads?” “Oh, no.” YN shook her head happily. “It was in the mountains, a small family of them. The children were such small things! Their scales hadn’t even shed yet.”

“Oh!” Kirishima had a hand over his heart, seeming almost faint at the idea. “That’s so cute! Bro, bro, remember when we were kids?!”

“Fuck off,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, peeling away from Kirishima’s side in embarrassment. “I don’t fuckin remember.” “C’mon, you still have my scales on your armour!” “Shut up!” YN started laughing, and the sound was whole. It was peace, welcome changes, the twin suns through the green trees. Both Bakugou and Kirishima paused, leaning in and going quiet to listen. It wasn’t like bells in the noise, but in the motion; pealing, tumbling, ringing everywhere. When she laughed, the whole world stopped to listen. And the two stared.

“So.” Bakugou broke the silence as soon as she stopped, not wanting for the conversation to go dead yet. “What are you in town for?” YN tilted her head again, and pursed her lips. She seemed to be in thought for a second, before nodding. “I’ve been taking odd jobs through the Borderlands and the Meseta. The sort of stuff people wouldn’t do...normally.” “Like…?” Kirishima paused, trying to make sense of it. “Like...yanno…” “Oh! No! Not like that!” YN waved her hands, flushed before taking a sip of her drink. “Not like that.”

“Then what is it?” Bakugou frowned. Before he got his answer, there was a yell from outside, and everyone looked towards the door. YN seemed to have a dark sparkle in her eye.“Neither of you are grossed out by blood, right?” “Huh? No. Why?”YN rose from her seat as people began pouring outside, and Bakugou watched her go with a confused scowl. “What the fuck was that about?” Bakugou got up to leave and Kirishima followed, a cautious and curious glance in his eyes. They both stepped out of the inn, and saw everyone crowding the town square. There were double the people in the bar, and when Kirishima saw what everyone was looking at, he recoiled and grabbed Bakugou’s arm. In the middle of the town square was an elaborate sacrificial stand, with several spears placed in a circle. The two longest were in the centre, on a pyre that burned bright into the night. One had a long, dark cloak on it, which miraculously hadn’t caught fire yet and waved in the thick night wind. The other was the head of a grisly young man, with his eyes wide with fear and tongue lolling out. He still had colour in his face, but the blood was trailing down the spear and onto the pyre. It was a morbid sight, but villagers were dancing around it in joy.

“He’s dead! The White Bear is dead!”

“She did it!”

Though the sight was one to behold, Bakugou and Kirishima both slowly relaxed once they realised that their work was done for them. Bakugou glanced over to see YN looking at the pyre with a satisfied look.

“Well, they’re happy.” She crossed her arms, looking at them out of the corner of her eye. Bakugou noticed that when her black cloak moved, it showed a whole set of weapons around her waist and thighs. One had blood on the handle; an embellished dagger with a white bear motif.

“It was you,” Kirishima whispered, clearly reaching the same conclusion as Bakugou.

“Maybe it was.” YN shrugged.

“You took his own weapon?” Bakugou couldn’t help but be impressed.

“I never said that.” Despite her refusing to answer, it seemed more out of obligation to keep her ‘identity’ a secret, as opposed to actually lying to them. “Wow.” Kirishima looked at YN with wide eyes. “So you...what, you go around saving people?” “Me?” YN turned back to the pyre, a smile on her face as she watched it burn. “I would never. That’s made for people who have far too much free time on their hands.” Bakugou scoffed. “Like the Mirrored what’s-her-nuts.” “Exactly.” YN sounded both ready to burst in laughter, and posh at the same time. “Like the Mirrored what’s-her-nuts.”

“Where will you go?” Kirishima’s voice was laced with concern.

“Oh, I don’t know. Wherever the sand and the dirt takes me, I suppose. Wherever the Mirrored Darkryder is needed most.” YN turned with a flourish, her cape flicking behind her as she slowly walked into the woods, fading into the dark with what felt like too sudden of an exit. Bakugou looked at Kirishima.

“Do you think we’ll ever see her again?” Kirishima sighed, eyes wide and looking at where she seemed to become shadow.

“No.” Bakugou shook his head, feeling as though the moment was something monumental.

“I don’t think we will.”

#bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader x kirishima #fantasy au #not your mother's bnha fantasy au #tw death #tw decapitation #tw blood #bnha x reader #fantasy

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bangtan-pugh-bug · 3 years

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Scott Lang x reader slow burn Chapter 10

Warnings: none really just more angst and swearing but less than last week because i wanted to do a more light hearted chapter (this is just that by my standards lmao) I hope you enjoy … there is going to be smut VERY soon

The last week had been harder to manage than any ‘villain’ or threat to humanity that your friends had faced. Of course the physical and global destruction was lacking but your heart felt broken beyond repair. It had been a fucking disaster from start to finish and was not getting much better.

‘Come on Y/N, it’ll be okay.’

But Thor was wrong, it wasn’t. You had had to form a set of strict rules to get through each day. Number 1 (pretty obvious) :avoid Scott like the plague. Number 2: drink less and Number 3: try and stop crying over IT. None of them were proving easy and not at all fun but they did make you look a little less unhinged to your friends. Of course Thor and Tony knew how upset you were with Nat not far behind. The constant sympathetic ‘poor you’ looks were growing patronising and getting old. If they couldn’t treat you like a stable person how could you act like one?

Contact with Scott had been incredibly brief and tense to say the least. You just missed him. Who were you meant to fool around with? Who was going to hold your hand while you slept or make fun of Parker or drive you home to keep you safe? When you were alone and closed your eyes you could hear him: ‘I’m sorry if I’ve lead you on in anyway.’ But by Friday it didn’t make you cry anymore to recall it. It wasn’t sad it was frustrating. ‘Lead you on’ of course he’d lead you on and you wanted to call him out for it. Call him what your heartbroken self wanted to, a-

‘Prick!’

It was Monday: Thor’s weekly game night with ‘Noobmaster69’ and he was losing. Horrifically. Asgardians weren’t exactly fond of losing and there was, you had to admit, a lot of joy in witnessing someone so powerful fail so badly. Well you had to find relief in something. Although you did have one thing to be proud of: finally washing your greasy hair only to hear Peter singing as he got out. And you didn’t poke any fun at him because Scott wasn’t there to hear.

After deciding to stay on the couch with Thor, watching him being competitive, you continued your silent ‘soul searching’ that was so tiresome. You had become an expert on analysing every Scott interaction you had and without new ones to ‘study’ you were spent. Bored. Bored of waiting for nothing. Occasionally, you’d press pause on your self pitying to smile at Thor. Being so preoccupied with Scott had made you more neglectful of his friendship. All of your friendships really. You couldn’t remember the last long conversation you’d had with Tony that wasn’t about Scott.

‘Die! Die! Oh come o-ah Scott!’

You tried not to turn to look but it was unavoidable. Scott was stood beside the tv all of a sudden, looking dishevelled and out of place. It had been torture not to ask anyone and everyone what exactly he’d been doing the last week. ‘He’s out.’ ‘No ones seen him much today.’ ‘I dunno, maybe he’s partying.’ Fucking torture to hear. Although it was probably best he was out doing ‘things’ and away from you. At least you wouldn’t have to try and make eye contact without fighting tears. Except for that night. Of course he had to be in that night.

‘Thor…Y/N.’ Scott was almost worse than you for subtlety, his green eyes darted from Thor gaming happily to your pained eyes. And his were pained too. There was a guiltiness pressing down on him but Nat would have thought that was good. You didn’t want to be awkward around him or continue this ‘avoiding each other at all costs’ thing so you tried to end it the best way you knew how.

‘Did you hear Peter’s singing?’

It was the first thing you’d said to Scott that wasn’t ‘er’ or ‘hi’ in so long you could see relief wash over him. And you felt it wash over you in a smooth satisfying wave because his reply was:

‘Yes! It was Britney, so I had to listen.’

You both laughed, still feeling the need to to stay on opposite sides of the room for safety reasons. Thor looked amused for a moment but was invested in his game. Sweet.

‘Well,’ you leaned across the couch craving your neck closer to Scott. ‘If you like Britney maybe we should have a 00s themed party!’ Was it out of pocket? Probably. Did it feel forced to say? Yes. Did Scott look confused? Absolutely but he played along for both your sakes. It felt silly to suddenly be discussing pop star icon: Britney Spears to the man you’d been crying so heartedly over for so long. You couldn’t help feeling that he knew this wasn’t the two of you going back to ‘normal’. Not really. You had admitted far too much to ever have a ‘normal’ friendship. However it was a start.

‘Can the two of you discuss whatever nonsense Britney Spears is somewhere else?’ Thor looked as annoyed as you could be over something unimportant. Still the two of you shared a look meaning ‘Let’s leave him to it’ and walked together out of the living room. It didn’t hit you that this was the first time you had been alone with Scott since the car ‘incident’ until Nat saw you both and walked away.

‘Wow.’ You both scoffed at his strong words against Britney. ‘To speak of our lord and saviour in such a distasteful way.’ Scott dramatically put his hand on his heart and ‘fell’ backwards in agreement. ‘The horror!’ He exclaimed before you both chuckled.

‘Hey guys?’ It was Peter and he looked confused at the sight of you and Scott laughing. But who wouldn’t be after all the avoiding? You were just as confused as a participant. ‘Everyone’s kind of busy and I wanted to see B-‘

‘Back to the future playing in IMAX yes I’ll take you.’ The look in Peter’s face- bless him- he looked so pleased. Such a child. ‘Pff.’ You couldn’t help but laugh at how much of a dad Scott had just become (and the twisted part of you brain did find it a bit hot).

‘There’s a showing at 2:45-‘

‘Right. Well we’ll go to that one.’

‘Um,’

Whilst Scott was buying tickets he didn’t notice Peter’s anxious eyes flitting towards you in hopes you would offer to come. The truth was you didn’t know if one brief Britney discussion guaranteed an invite. It didn’t seem like enough but Peter looked concerned for you. Did he not want to be alone with Scott or did he not want you to feel left out? Which was it?

Your eyes moved from Peter’s to Scott’s but he chose not to give a verbal response so you let it be. ‘Enjoy yourselves,’ you smiled, overly enthusiastic as you walked away backwards. Something that didn’t escape your notice as you left was the sign of relief from Peter. There was your answer.

Mirroring Peter you let out a sign of your own, that Scott probably heard, and went to your room- but not before passing Wanda. ‘What’s wrong?’ Before you could think of a response she grinned and grabbed your hand. ‘Tony’s taking us to his pool. He’s had it redone- come on let’s go, come with us.’ Hmm. Swimming. Interactive. But she looked so excited- bless her- so you caved and returned her smile before getting changed.

Less than 15 minutes later you were sat in the passenger seat of Tony’s favourite car (you’d called shotgun of course) listening to Eminem. Poor Wanda was crammed in between Sam and Thor behind you, probably wishing she had just flown there. ‘Sam why couldn’t you have flown- to make room for Wanda?’ You asked. ‘I’m not gonna risk getting them wet. Do you know how difficult they are to re-‘

‘Look at her she’s squished though.’

‘I’ve not had enough sleep for this.’

‘I’m not arguing with you I’m just say-‘

‘Children children!’ Tony commanded the car, to no ones surprise. ‘This is not about flying. This is about getting Y/N to cheer up and for all of you to appreciate my architectural skills.’ He was driving over the speed limit but who was going to tell Tony to slow down? The man was overly caffeinated and overly theatrical.

Another 15 minutes later and you were in the ridiculously fancy changing rooms Tony had had built. ‘Why did you build so many if it’s private?’ You yelled over the door.

‘It was a strange week! Inspiration struck!’

Thor seemed to be struggling with the term ‘modesty’ because-

‘Jesu- fuck! PUT PANTS ON!’

The sound of Wanda being flashed by a God was enough to make you almost pee from laughing. They were all such children. That was a clear explanation for why you had admired Scott as soon as you’d met him. Yes he was silly but he’d actually been married. He was mature in other ways. You tried not to picture him in the cinema with Peter because what did you have to be jealous of? Peter was still dating MJ as far as you knew and Scott saw him the same way you did. You still wanted him there with you all even if it was going to be uncomfortable.

And then sadness clung itself to you like a rope with no slack. You forgot why you were even where you were in the first place. Why had you come? Oh for Wanda. But Tony said this was to cheer you up? You’d even forgotten how to swim properly, it had been so long. It had been too long since anything normal.

Tags: @supraveng @thottio @wandamaximoffshoe @aliceblxck @merleisapartygod

#marvel #marvel fandom #paul rudd #scott lang #antman #antman x y/n #antman x reader #Scott Lang x reader #Scott Lang slow burn #slow burn #angst #Scott Lang angst #Scott Lang x y/n #marvel x y/n #scott lang fluff #avengers

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siancore · 4 years

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Quarantine has me re-watching every Marvel movie and I have finally caught the Bucky Barnes bug, too late I know. He's an amazing character. I'm mostly interested in his HYRDA years and his "in Wakanda recovering from HYDRA" years. I read that his WS theme music is composed from Bucky's train death scream, like O_O!! Do you have any Bucky fics you could recommend pretty please? You're the best so you'd know the best! Anything. Winterprincess, Stucky, Winterfalcon.

Hey! So glad you found your way here :) He’s a great character and a favourite of mine. Also, you’re just in time because he will be in The Falcon and The Winter Soldier series with Sam Wilson!

Okay, so, full disclosure, I don’t read a lot of HYDRA stuff because I’m sensitive, but I will try to put together a little Wakanda Bucky list for you. Features some of my stuff because it’s all I know and I don’t get out much. Not all of these have Bucky in romantic pairings, but give some nice insights into his time in Wakanda.

Stucky

Is this what the end feels like? by nadagio (pre-slash/ambiguous/platonic Stucky)

Shuri brings Bucky out to the borderlands of Wakanda, where people live quietly and he will finally be able to experience, as Shuri calls it, “peace.” Bucky knows how to say “peace” in seventeen languages (eighteen now that he’s learning isiXhosa) but in all of them it sounds foreign. Unfamiliar.

WinterPanther

Keep You Warm by SoBeBold

Bucky comes out of cryo. Both he and T’Challa are dealing with some major league issues. Being the warriors they are, they tend to keep it all bottled inside…but who said spooning was off limits?

Hate Me (In the Morning) by @avintagekiss24

There’s a thin line between love and hate… a very, very, very thin line that T’Challa knows all too well.

The Royal Wedding by Siancore

When Sam first heard the news, he thought someone was making a joke in bad taste. He thought it was some kind of nightmare that was brought on by his loneliness and heartbreak. But it wasn’t. When the invitations arrived for him and the rest of the Avengers, and he saw it written in script on the golden card, he knew it was real. He glanced down at the beautiful invitation once more and felt the tears well in his eyes. He felt sick. He felt weak. His sight was blurry as he read the words once again:

Under the Watchful Eye of Bast You are Warmly Invited to the Wedding of:

His Royal Highness King T’Challa Udaku of Wakanda

and

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes

BucKoye

#33: An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it by @avintagekiss24

“Sergeant Barnes,” Okoye says softly, tilting her head slightly, “It’s late. Everything okay?”

Bucky turns slightly, glancing back at her before turning back toward the lake in front of him. The water sparkles underneath the moonlight as it ripples slowly. Crickets sing in the background, bringing the sleepy Wakandan landscape to life. Bucky drops his head and lets out a deep breath before chewing on the inside of his cheek. Okoye sits down next to him, watching him as a slow, nervous smirk covers his face.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

WinterPrincess

One of the Hard Days by Siancore (platonic WinterPrincess and Shuri-centric)

Some days were harder than others. Some days, Shuri would make a new discovery in the lab, and the first person she wanted to tell was her father. Her excitement would swirl around inside of her until it overflowed, and she would rush toward the door, eager to share the news with the King. Then, the realization would hit her, and she remembered: Her Baba was dead. And even though it was true that the departed go to the Ancestral Plane, knowing that did not stop her tender heart from aching for him. Even though many years had passed, it did not stop her from missing him. Today was one of the hard days.

The report was received in the early hours of the morning. T’Challa had confirmed with Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes was to leave that evening. The Princess felt sick to her stomach: Helmut Zemo had escaped imprisonment.

Feat. Our Lord and Saviour Shuri Udaku by Siancore (platonic Winterprincess and SamBucky-centric)

Before Bucky Barnes leaves Wakanda to travel and work with Sam Wilson, he visits with good friend and resident genius, Princess Shuri Udaku in order to ask for an upgrade to his prosthesis.

SamBucky

beggars and choosers by flowermasters

“Barnes,” someone calls from outside, someone distinctly male, American, and unexpected. “You haven’t got this place booby-trapped, have you?”

“Booby traps?” Bucky calls back. “What am I, Wile E. Coyote?”

under the light of a thousand stars by glittercake

“Hey… Hey Sam.” Sam squints at him and groans, “There’s a cafe up the road, I’m gonna get us some breakfast.”

Sam checks his phone, “It’s six... In the morning, Barnes. What the fuck, man?”

Bucky frowns at him, “So?”

“We’re at a bed-and-breakfast. And I know you’re still grasping the 21st century and all, but this implies that they give you a bed and a breakfast.” Sam whips the covers open, almost smiles when he looks Bucky up and down were it not for him trying to act serious, “Plus… were you just gon’ go out in your Wakanda print jammies?"

Nothing Compares to the Real Thing by Siancore

Sam Wilson is a broke-ass journalism student who posed for his roommate’s photographic portrait. Now, at the exhibition, Sam is approached by a man named Bucky who appreciates more that the artwork on display.

That’s it for now. This made me realise I need to read more about Bucky in Wakanda. Ha! Happy reading and remember to send the authors some love. Thanks.

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So i just reblogged something about flashfam having adhd and not just as a "haha funny joke they fast lololol" thing and now i have headcanons (only with a few because im new to flashes sorry)

1) BART (the one im most familiar with)

Bart thrives in cleanliness. Bart also cannot clean to save his LIFE

Like he looks at a dirty shelf and his brain just

"Nope too much time to leave"

He tries to clean his room weekly.

And weekly he gets derailed about 10 minutes in because "OH MAN I HAVENT SEEN THIS IN SO LONG!!!" *starts reading old writing project*

He is a hyperactivity king

He cant sit still to save his life

Hes just constantly moving something

He bounces his leg so fast it blurs

Probably self medicates with caffeine because it gives his brain enough stimulation to Chill The H*ck Out

He interrupts people because he gets excited

2) WALLY (i know the least about him sorry)

Have you heard about our lord and saviour rsd?

Literally this boy has such bad rsd (rejection sensitive dysphoria) that like his best frieds could make a joke and hed be like "Oh :)...... okay,,, ill just,,,,,,,,, leave forever now."

From what i know about him his inattention is his worst trait

Like he would be in the middle of saying something Really Important and he jusr zones out and somehow when he comes back hes talking about dogs and has no memory of what he was saying previously

Also when someone is Telling him something Important (tm) he john mulaney's and just zones out against his will! Oh the doctor is giving me vital results? Well i guess id better wonder about the lifecycle of a snail.

3) Barry (my og boy)

He is "high functioning"

Which is fancy talk for "calm on the outside and screaming on the inside whenever he does anything"

Can he do paperwork? Allegedly.

Has anyone seen him do it? Of course not.

Does the Captain somehow get fully completed documents moments before the Absolute Deadline when he knows mere minutes before they werent even started? Absolutely.

FAMILY ACTIVITIES (aka family wide symptoms and coping activities)

This is a caffeine dependent household

It messes with barrys powers but the others use it So Much (i know thats not how it works but my city now)

Every morning they ask someone to help them do one (1) basic chore

Wally: "iris can you watch me do the dishes so i cant leave before its done? I promise ill pay you back."

Barry: "hey jay i need to mow the lawn come talk to me while i do it or ill end up running over to different stores to compare fertilizers or something equally barely related."

Bart: "tim please. I NEED to go grocery shopping but i Will buy so many things that we dont need if you dont come with me. And that is a threat."

Since they need to eat a lot and they need to have stimulation they constantly have cliff bars and stuff on them. All different flavors too! Cant get boring or it wont help with anything.

Robin: i need a snack, i havent eaten in like, a whole day

Kid flash: what flavor cliff bar do you like? Or do you prefer nature valley? What about [weight gain bar]? Oh! You dont eat bars do you? Stupid kid! No worries man, ive got just the thing! Trail mix!!

Robin: you.... dont have pockets??.?.?????? HOW???????

They all have special interests and love infodumping to their friends, but the way they do it is different

Barry: Flash Fact(tm)!

Wally: hey, did you know?

Bart: hey! Guess what i just found out!!!!

#flashfam #flash #kid flash #impulse #wally west #barry allen #bart allen #Bartholomew Rudolph Allen #Bartholomew Rudolph allen ii #wallace west #adhd speedsters

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Death of Mandalore

Chapter 5

AO3 Link | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

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Summary: After murdering Chancellor Palpatine of the Galactic Republic, Vanya Doyvesky joined leagues with both Death Watch and Darth Maul, hoping to reclaim her Mandalorian warrior heritage. But with broken promises and betrayal against Death Watch and Maul’s crime syndicate, the former Mandalorian Jedi had to choose the right path not only for her but for Clan Doyvesky as well.

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Stuck inside the shipping container, the protocol droid turned to the guard, who was only standing there, staring at the door. “What should we do?”

“There's nothing we can do,” he relented. “The Duchess's forces are being overrun across the entire planet.”

Before he could sit down, he heard weapons firing against each other. “Listen,” the guard gasped. “It sounds like there is fighting going on out there.”

Unbeknownst to him, Vasilia, Vanya, Katrina, and Maria were fighting the thugs with their bare arms and blasters, making sure that the criminals were spared, as instructed by Vizsla. “Take that, you motherfucker,” Maria cussed as she punched a member of the Pykes with her fist.

Vasilia could only roll her eyes as she stunned the other guy, leaving them on the ground. “Put them in handcuffs,” she instructed, as she approached the shipping container. “We’ll take them to the ship after this.”

“Yes, Vas,” Vanya nodded, as she did what she was told.

Approaching the shipping container, the older Doyvesky sister unlocked it and found the guards and the protocol droid that was trapped inside by the Pykes Syndicate. “What's going on?” he exclaimed, facing her in a confused manner.

“We're Death Watch, and we're here to rescue you,” declared Vasilia, letting them out.

“You have my thanks, soldier,” said the guard, placing his hands on his chest as a sign of respect and gratefulness.

“No, thank Pre Vizsla,” she muttered, before gesturing to her sisters to leave the docks. “Looks like our work here is done.”

“Really?” Maria asked. “I wasn’t expecting the fun to end so quickly.”

“I agree,” Katrina nodded. “To be honest with you, this is too easy for us.”

“Of course it is,” Vanya rolled her eyes underneath her helmet. “This was meant to be fa-��

“Zip it, Vanya,” Vasilia shushed her as she looked left and right. “We’re not supposed to say that in front of people, or our plan to take over Mandalore will be foiled.”

“You mean Vizsla and Maul’s plan?” the former Jedi master corrected her. “You don’t even have a say in them. The only thing you do in Death Watch is obeying orders or get yourself killed, that’s all.”

Before Vasilia could say anything, she heard cheers from the surrounding people, who witnessed their so-called heroic deeds against the thugs. “It’s Death Watch,” one of them cried.

“Death Watch are our saviours,” another man claimed. “They saved our lives.”

Katrina and Maria smiled as they waved at the crowds, flattered by the attention they’re receiving. “Thank you, thank you,” Maria said, showing them the peace sign. “I’m honoured to protect my home from dangerous criminals.”

On the other hand, Vasilia and Vanya exchanged a brief glance as they shielded their helmets from the unwelcoming crowd. She could sense her sister’s distress within the Force, prompting her to grab both her younger sister’s hands. “We should get going,” she told them. “We can’t stay here any longer.”

“Fine,” Katrina responded, noticing Vasilia’s hands trembling.

With the criminals within their grasps, all four sisters flew back into the ship, greeted by Darth Maul, who was waiting for them. Vasilia hid her hands behind her back as Vanya cleared her throat, standing in a stiff manner. “We’re done with our mission,” she informed, taking off her helmet. “Where’s Vizsla and Bo?”

“Still fighting our army,” Maul answered, before shifting his focus to her older sister, sensing her uncertainty. “I presumed the mission went well?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Vasilia bobbed her head, releasing them from their cuffs. “We managed to ‘capture’ these criminals and saved the guards at the shipping docks. We were thanked for our service to Mandalore.”

“Good,” he praised. “For now, we’ll wait for the others to return. You are dismissed.”

“Thank you, my Lord,” Vanya bowed, dragging her sisters into the secluded corridor of the ship, making sure there was no one around. “Looks like the coast is clear.”

“Oh, thank the Maker,” Vasilia breathed in relief, removing her helmet as well as Katrina and Maria. “Goodness, Maul scared me to death.”

“Tell me about it,” Maria said. “He almost made me shit my pants.”

“I don’t think I want to hear about that,” gagged Katrina, much to her dismay. “Besides, we’ve done the jobs that were given to us, so now we’ll have to wait and see.”

“But I don’t feel good doing this,” Vasilia wrapped her arms around herself. “Sure, we saved those guards in the docks, except the attack was engineered by us.”

“But you didn’t plan it at all,” Vanya assured her, rubbing her shoulder. “You were just doing what you were told, that’s all.”

“Yeah, but it still feels wrong. I have a lot of opportunities to do the right thing and leave but instead, I’m acting like a big coward. Then again, I am the coward in the family.”

“Vas, you are not a coward,” she told her. “You stood for me more than once when I was mistreated more than three times. Heck, you even walked away from your first boyfriend when he emotionally manipulated you. I thought that was the bravest thing you’ve ever done in your life.”

“Oh yeah?” gleamed Vasilia. “I could say the same for all of you here, especially you, Vanya. You have the balls to kill Chancellor Palpatine of the Galactic Republic. I mean, who would do such a thing?”

“In my defence, he was the Sith Lord who manipulated both the Galactic Republic and the Separatist Alliance just to gain more power.”

“Really?” Maria blurted. “Who told you that?”

“Maul did. He was Palpatine’s apprentice and was trained by him when he was young. He knew his master’s plan to destroy both the Jedi and the Republic from the beginning to the end.”

“Wait, Maul knew everything Palpatine was doing to destroy the Republic?” Katrina wondered. “If that’s the case, then why didn’t the Jedi sense him when he’s standing right in front of them?”

“Because Palpatine allowed the Jedi to be blinded with their own arrogance,” Vanya replied. “That was the reason he created the Clone Wars in the first place. To distract us from what’s actually going on behind the scenes.”

For a moment, all three sisters blinked as if they’re trying to process everything Vanya had said to them before Maria broke the silence. “You know, I have to admit, Palpatine's plans to destroy the Jedi was actually pretty good.”

“Maria!” Vasilia slapped the back of her head, making her exclaim in pain.

“What the hell did I say? It's true though.”

“Yeah, but-”

“No, Maria is right,” Vanya supported her. “He's a goddamn chessmaster, though I feel terrible that the people of the Republic had to pay the price instead.”

“But you eliminated the real villain though,” Katrina conveyed. “It could have been worse had Palpatine been spared.”

“However, many people on Coruscant, especially women and children, got killed when I revealed the truth about their leader's death. Not to mention that I betrayed my own friends, Obi-Wan. He was my best friend, and I stabbed him in the back, without him knowing it.”

Maria tightened her lips and stared at the floor as Vanya leaned on Vasilia's shoulders. There were no heroes in this fight for Mandalore, only villains, and they are part of it, regardless of whether they were only following orders. She clenched her fist as she stared at a photograph of her family on her datapad.

Hey Mama, hey Papa, she said to herself. I hope I get to see you again. I miss you all so much. It feels cold and empty without your presence.

She remembered the last time when they were all together at home. Vasilia was cuddling with her husband as she watched her and Katrina playing with Estella, Marsha, and Sergei, who were growing so fast. Vanya, on the other hand, was chewing on her spicy pepperoni pizza as she was having a lovely conversation with Mama and Papa, since she had just returned from a battle.

Speaking of pizza, it’s been a while since Maria enjoyed her slice of pizza. The only meal she could enjoy was a bowl of broth, and she’s sick of having another meal that is available for Death Watch. She wondered whether it would be a good idea to have a slice of pizza after this. “Hey guys,” Maria grabbed their attention. “Is anyone up for pizza after this?”

“Seriously?” Katrina groaned. “Now it’s not a good time for pizza.”

“I meant after this is done,” she corrected herself. “When we take over Mandalore, you know, we could go to Mama and Papa and order a few boxes of pizza to cheer up.”

“I’m not so sure about that, Maria,” Vasilia doubted. “We might need to stay in the palace a little longer before Vizsla would let us go.”

“But we never had pizza in a while, and see Mama and Papa as well,” Maria pleaded, her hands clasped together. “Vanya, don’t you want to spend time with Mama and Papa? I know you miss them very much.”

“Well…”

“And Vas, don’t you want to see Alejandro, Estella, Marsha, and Sergei again? I know how much they meant the world to you.”

“To be honest with you…”

“We’ve been away from home for too long,” complained Maria. “I’m just sick of being separated from our family, really. Can we please, please go home and have pizza? I just miss the good old days when we don’t have to fight people.”

Vasilia, Vanya, and Katrina looked at each other, before nodding their heads. “Alright, we’ll be home with a box of pizza after we’re done, okay?” Vanya said. “And that is a promise.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much,” she squealed, hugging all three of them. “You guys are the best sister ever.”

Vasilia hugged back when she heard her comlink beeping on her wrist, prompting her to put on her helmet. “Well, looks like Vizsla and Bo are done. We should get going.”

“And then we get pizza and see Mama and Papa?”

“Yes, Maria,” Vanya laughed. “Now put on your helmet and let’s go. We don’t have all day.”

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Snow and Mistletoe

Request: Okay so can I still bring the cheers 🎄 🎅 🔔 our girl Robin needs some love so I’m gonna give it to her with maybe number 27 “Christmas is so close, I can almost smell the mistletoe I’m never going to get kissed under” ( thanks for the help L)

Summary: Robin is in a bad mood and you set up a plan with Steve’s help to confess your love for her in the hopes it will make her forget about her bad mood.

Warnings: none just pure fluff

Words: 2190

A/n: Okay so thanks to @charmed-asylum for this fantastic request. Would you believe this was randomly generated. It came out so perfect! Anyways it took me longer than I expected but I hope you enjoy it! Requests are closed at the moment but they should be open in the next few days ! Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated!

It was 4 days before Christmas, and you were bored so you decided to visit Robin and Steve at the video store. You had been introduced to Steve when Robin worked in Scoops and since then the three of you were kind of inseparable. You always thought it weird considering Steve used to be the type of person both you and Robin despised. You were both band nerds and he was once popular but once you got to know him you realised that he was just like you and Robin. A nerd.

“Hello, it is I your lord and saviour best friend here to make you workday a little better with some Christmas cheer” You stroll through the door and through a candy cane at Steve who catches it with one hand.

“Oh, thanks Y/N! I haven’t had one this holiday season!” Steve beams at you as you walk toward Robin who is standing behind the counter. You place a candy cane in front of her as she rolls her eyes at you.

“Why the eye roll?”

“Christmas is so close, I can almost smell the mistletoe I’m never going to get kissed under” Robin lets out the most dramatic sigh you had ever heard. You slightly glance at Steve to see him making a face at you and you know the meaning behind it.

You had been friends with Robin for so long that the line between platonic love and romantic love had crossed and you had told Steve about it at a party a few weeks ago. You had come out as bi to them both at the same time and it was a surprise for both of them.

“God Robin you are so dramatic sometimes you know that!” Steve laughs as he comes over to you both.

“Just take the damn candy cane and stop wallowing in your own self-pity” Steve jumps over the counter instead of walking around.

“Easy for you to say…you can hypothetically get a girl I however cannot especially in this shitty small town” You were surprised by Robins outburst. You knew she found it hard, but you didn’t think it was as bad as this.

“Jesus Robin kick me while I’m down...” You glare at Steve for trying to make a joke

“Robin you know you can talk to us about this instead of letting it build up and taking it out on Steve…no matter how true it is!” Robin smiles at your joke towards Steve

“Sorry Steve…I just feel like I will never have what you guys can have” You look at Robin knowing exactly what she is going through. You have the option to date guys, so it makes it a little easier but for her its so much harder.

“Okay well as offended as I am, I think we should do something tonight. My house, some weed, some drink and lots of snacks!” Steve says getting excited at his own plan.

“Sounds good to me! Robin you in?” You ask hoping she would say yes because you don’t think you could deal with Steve on his own today.

“Fine but let me wallow in my own self pity for the next few hours please!” You both agree and let her continue clearing out the storeroom making room for the Christmas stock.

“I have an idea Harrington, but I need your help” You lean on the counter whispering to your friend.

“Alright…I’ll tell Robin you’ve gone home and I’m due my lunch now so we can get lunch and discuss this plan” You nod and walk out the shop without saying anything.

You spend the next hour in a diner with Steve discussing your plan over back coffee. You hadn’t seen Steve so excited about something in your life. You part ways at the diner and you go and get the things you need in the various shops in the town. You make your way back home to start to prepare. Steve had given you his house keys and you had about 5 hours before Robin would be there.

When you get home, you run up to your room and pack everything you would need for the night. You write a note for your parents saying you are staying with Robin for the night and that you would be back tomorrow. You decide to walk to Steve’s house since it would be less conspicuous. You only had one chance to get this right, so you wanted plenty of time to bring the plan together.

During your walk to Steve you kept thinking about the endless possibilities on how this all ends. You hoped Steve wouldn’t let anything slip but he hadn’t so far, so you trusted him. You had asked Steve to pick some stuff up for you on his lunch break and leave it at his house and you really hoped he hadn’t messed that up either.

By the time you had got to Steve’s house you had gone through all the possible endings to this plan and only one had a happy ending. You pushed Steve’s door open to find a small bag of mistletoe along with some tac to stick it up. You got to work with setting up Steve’s lounge and by the time you were finished you had ten minutes until Robin and Steve got back from their shift. You make sure everything is in place one last time and go sit in your usual spot in Steve’s lounge. After sitting there for what felt like a lifetime you see headlights on the wall in front of you. The plan had started!

You run to the door grabbing the small bag of mistletoe and hiding it behind your back, so Robin didn’t see it. You open the door to see a very happy Steve and a confused Robin.

“Y/N! Did you get what you were looking for?” Steve probed as you walked out to stand beside Steve carefully passing the bag of Mistletoe to Steve.

“Yes thanks Steve I also got loads of snacks so they are in the lounge for when we get a little hungry if you catch my drift” You were always one to joke whenever you were nervous and both Steve and Robin knew this but so far Robin hadn’t picked up on it.

“Oh…I forgot the videos in the car I’ll get them you both go in!” Steve runs to the car as you both head inside. You could tell Robin was still in a bad mood but hopefully as the night went on, she would relax a little.

“Does he seem a little off to you today Y/N? After lunch he came back super happy if I didn’t know any better, I would think he got laid but who am I kidding it’s Harrington we are talking about” Robin throws herself onto the sofa opposite where you usually sit stretching her entire body across it.

“Be nice. Maybe he is just happy to have us for company tonight although…with your bad mood I wouldn’t be very happy to have you over” You throw a grin at her as she picks up a cushion and launches it at you narrowly missing your face

“Woah I’m all for a pillow fight but not with my mother’s cushions. I would be dead if anything happened to them!” Steve walks into the lounge giving you a discreet thumbs up as he places the video tapes on the table. Everything was in place now to enjoy the night.

As the night progressed you could see that Robin was starting to relax and come back to her usual self. She was spiting out jokes every few minutes and you knew it was almost time to get the plan flowing again.

“I’m sorry guys but I’m crashing I need my bed right now you guys know where everything is! Don’t stay up too late” Steve winks at you both as he walks out of the lounge.

“Hey, do you want to go outside for a while? Look at the stars like we used to ?” You ask hoping Robin would agree.

“Sure, bring that blanket with you though I don’t like the cold” You nod as you grab the blanket and walk out behind Robin. You hoped she didn’t look up because as she walked out the front door you could see the pieces of mistletoe that Steve had stuck up. So far, the plan was going well, and you couldn’t be happier.

You catch up with Robin and you both sit on the same lounger side by side. You place the blanket around Robins shoulders.

“So, do you want to talk about what you said in the store today?” You question Robin as she looks up towards the cloudless sky

“I mean what is there to talk about. I’m just sick of not being able to date people like you and Steve are. Any time a holiday comes around it makes it all the more depressing! Sometimes I just want to be normal and neither you or Steve get that !” You shrink back a little not knowing what to say after Robins outburst.

“Okay but it’s not like you ever came to talk to either of us about how you were feeling because if you did I would have told you that I knew exactly what you were going through because for the longest time ever I’ve had a massive crush on you and I have had to watch from the side lines every time you complain about having no one in your life.” You couldn’t believe you had told Robin cause it certainly wasn’t your plan, but you were glad it was out in the open. You glance over at Robin to see the confusion on her face.

“I had this massive plan to tell you, but I guess it was easier to tell you now. It was actually Steve’s idea, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to like me back because I get it you know I’m probably not your type…”

“Do you ever shut up?” You look at Robin who was watching you as babbled

“Y/N I like you too I was way too afraid to tell you because I thought you had a thing for Steve!” You look at Robin in shock. Steve? How?

“What ? Steve? You have to be joking Robin!”

“I know its stupid but you were always talking quietly with him at parties and a few weeks ago you both disappeared and I saw you both and you both looked super happy and I thought well they obviously got it on…which is why I brought up how happy Steve was today!” Robin continued to explain herself as you watched on not sure how she could have come up with these conclusions.

“Robin we were talking about you every time you saw us being happy! Trust me I really don’t have a thing for Steve…he isn’t really what I’m looking for in a person. Can we go inside I’m getting cold?” Robin stands up in front of you holding out her hand to you. You take her hand in yours letting her lead you. The plan was now in its last stage. As Robin opened the front door and walked in you stopped forcing her to stop too.

“So, you know this plan I had well this is where it starts and ends. You mentioned all that mistletoe you wouldn’t be kissed under well…if you look up you will see the Steve kindly placed a bunch here when he conveniently forgot the videos in his car. You see this was my plan all along. It just happened to get a little jumbled along the way. So, Robin…can I kis…” Without warning Robins lips were crashing against yours. Her lips are soft and taste of strawberries from her favourite lip balm. As the intensity of the kiss built your nose squashes Robins which causes you to laugh against Robins lips. You pull away from Robin who is grinning at you.

“Sorry!” Robin grabs a hold of your jacket and pulls you towards her.

“Don’t be! It made the kiss so much more memorable!” You smile giving her a peck on the cheek as you feel something cold hit your forehead. Robin looks up and her grin gets bigger.

“I thought this couldn’t get any more magical…its beginning to snow!” You look up and as you do snow begins to land on your face.

“How romantic it’s almost like I planned this to perfection” You both laugh as Robin takes your hand pulling you out in to the snow as it begins to get heavier.

“Robin what are you doing?” You laugh as she continues to pull you along further into Steve garden.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss someone in the snow and so that exactly what I am doing!” And with that she turns towards you placing a gentle kiss on your lips letting it linger for a second before pulling away.

“See romantic” you both laugh as you walk towards the front door hand in hand.

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