#its just me screaming at a dead dash but thats fine

[reignofolympus]

ALSO ONE LAST THING before i jump into drafts:  the gods really out here protecting each other all the time.  apollo saving hermes, poseidon saving apollo from the sea, apollo saving ares and dionysus, zeus saving hera, poseidon saving zeus.  i’m just full of emotion over this stupid show and its beautiful depictions of these gods and i cannot WAIT to see more

#boz spoilers #blood of zeus spoilers #its just me screaming at a dead dash but thats fine

[raineydays411]

Steve Harrington sucks.

Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

A/N: Yay! My first request done!🎉✨ Please don’t hesitate to request anything, and I hope you enjoy. Sorry it tooks so long, I just started school.

Summary: (Y/n) Henderson has been through some shit in her 17 years. Her father leaving, an overprotective mother, bullies, interdimensional monsters, government conspiracies, etc. Needless to say her life was constantly changing.  There was one thing that will always remain the same though. And that was the hatred she has for the one and only Steve Harrington. 

Request from anon.

Masterlist

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 You and Steve have never seen eye to eye. You haven’t for a very long time. You two used to be best friends, but that was a long time ago. Before high school and cliques mattered, and before Steve was known as “King Steve.” But once you two entered freshman year, Steves popularity rose and you were left behind. 

Even though you and Steve no longer associated with each other, that didn’t stop you two from fighting any chance you got.

You two argued about everything. If you said the sky is blue, Steve would argue that its actually purple. No kidding, he actually made the argument that the sky was purple. Needless to say, you two hated each other.

“Steve, I swear if you don’t move your feet I’ll--”

“You’ll what Y/n, please tell me what you’ll do?

“ I’ll take your feet and shove it up you---”

“Can you guys not...”

It was always like this. Ever since Steve started dating Nancy it was like he was always there. And because Nancy was your best friend, you got reacquainted with the King of Hawkins High.

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After everything Will with through with the Upside down and El, you were relieved that it was over. You could go back to your normal life of being a big sister and being top of the class. But then your brother started acting weird. 

It started on Halloween, he came home and was holding his ghost trap thing from Ghostbusters weirdly. You thought it was a rat or something at first but something seemed off.

Then Mews went missing. Mews was given to you on your thirteenth birthday, so loosing her was devastating to you. You still had faith that she just ran out and was lost somewhere in the woods. You spent hours looking for her but no dice so far. You were in your room when your mom called you from the kitchen.

“Yeah?!” you shouted, finishing up some missing flyers for Mews. 

“Can you go find Dusty for me? It’s getting dark outside.” After the incident with Will and Barb, the parents became a lot more wary when it came to being out after dark.

Rolling your eyes, you get up from your small desk and walk out to the kitchen where your mom is. As you get closer, you smell the weird concoction your mother is making on the stove. Your mom wasn’t the best cook.

“Did he mention where he was going?” you ask, scrunching up your face at the sight of the...stew??  

“He mentioned something about Lucas and a code red?? Whatever that means.”

“Code red?” you ask, you weren’t too nervous because code red could mean anything. and Dustin tends to be over dramatic. But still, a small voice in the back of your head is warning you. 

“I’m not too sure dear. Would you like to have a taste before you leave?” aaand that was your cue to leave. You start rushing to the door

“Sorry mom! I better go find Dustin before it gets to late.” 

You start to make your way down the road when a flash of red catches your eye, you walk towards it . You realize its just some pieces of meat. Then you see what looks like a trail. Leading from your basement to the woods. A bad feeling settles in your stomach, and before you go in the woods, you get a hockey stick that you wrapped with barb wire a few months ago just incase. 

Then you follow the trail of meat into the woods.

You follow the trail till it leads you to the junkyard. By the time you got there it was already dark and surprisingly foggy.

“Dustin?!!” You shout, seeing the pile of meat stopping. You step over it as you walk around shouting for your brother.

“Hello!!? Dustin this isn’t funny, moms worried about you.” 

And that's when you heard it. A low growling sound. Right behind you. 

“Y/N!! WATCH OUT”  

You spin around to see what looked like a demogorgon, but on all fours like a dog. And it was slowly walking towards you. Growling as it stepped closer and closer. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you tighten your grip on the hockey stick. Adrenaline rushing through your body. Your senses heightened as you focused on the creature in front of you. You lowered your body into a crouch to prepare for an attack. You slowly backed away slowly as it stalked toward you. You heard what sounded like Lucas or Dustin tell you to run but you knew if you turned around, that thing would pounce on you and you’d be dead. And if you died, what would happen to your brother? To Lucas?  

Then the demodog lunged at you. The muscles in its leg tightened as it jumped toward you. You held your breath as you swung the stick with all your might, hitting the monster in mid air. It yelped as its body was flung sideways. It layed there for a moment them leaped up on all fours again, You backed away but never took your eyes off it. 

“Holy shit what is she doing” a girl?? 

“YEAH THATS MY SISTER!” Dustin

“Y/N THREE O’CLOCK! THREE O’CLOCK!” shit.

You can see another figure moving in your peripheral vison. Another one. You position your body so your able to see both dogs at the same time, but then you hear chirping and growling from all ends. You were being surrounded. 

“STEVE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” 

Then, Steve Harrington runs out of a broke down bus, bat in hand as he settles up behind you. 

“What the hell are you doing here Harrington?”

“Saving your ass Henderson, what does it look like?”

“I had this under control”

“Oh yeah, being surrounded definitely screams under control.” 

You aren’t given a chance to respond as another demodog leaps at you and Steve, forcing you to swing out and hit it again straight in the head. Another dog leaps at Steve, and he manages to hit it with the bat. 

“We’re going to die if we stay here” you say assessing the situation. 

“ No shit sherlock.” 

“Shut up and listen” You shout. “you run back to the bus. You need to protect the kids. I’m going to distract these fuckers. When I say the word, you open the bus door and let me in. These things hunt in packs, so they won’t chase both of us if I run first.”

“Henderson thats--” You don’t hear the rest as you dash from the spot. As predicted the dogs chase you and don’t pay no mind to Steve. You can see Steve reluctantly run back to the bus as you take a lap around the junkyard. You have to hit some more dogs but you manage to get back where you were. 

Then you were tackled. Dropping your stick you scream in pain as the demodog digs it claws in your shoulder. You struggled to get your stick as the other dogs get closer and the one on top of you is lowering its flower mouth to your throat. 

“Y/N” you hear your brother scream desperately. You find the strength to kick the dog off of you and launch yourself off the ground. You scoop up the hockey stick and swat the other dog that was in your way as you sprint towards the bus. 

“NOW STEVE LET ME IN” You screech as you near the bus. The doors slide open as hands wrap around your arms and pull you in. 

You lay there for a few seconds breathless. Muscles burning and ears ringing. You ignore the kids talking over each other and Dutsin fretting over you. You just breath, feeling a bit safer than you did outside. Then something rams into the side of the bus. The kids start screaming and Steve shouts something. You gather your strength once more and stand up, your body screaming at you. You see those demon dogs are trying to get in through the roof. You watch Steve start fighting them as you push the kids behind you. You step forward to help when suddenly they stop. Then they all run away and its quiet. After a few moments you feel weak and slump to the floor.

“Woah woah, Henderson” Steve surges forward and grabs you by the shoulders, you hiss in pain as he grabs the wound, “Shit, this is bad”

“Bad? What do you mean bad? How bad??” Dustin questions, his eyes watering at the thought of loosing his sister.

“I’m fine Dusty.” You say standing up. “ It probably just needs a cleaning and some stitches that all.” 

‘You look like you should be an extra in a WW2 documentary.” Steve deadpans. “You should go home.”

You roll your eyes “ Oh like YOU would know what that would look like, you don’t even show up to history class.” 

“ That's not the point Henderson, your arm is about to fall off.”

“I am not leaving these kids here defenseless.” you say crossing your arms, but wince as you do.

“First of all they have me, and second of all, you can’t even move your arm! You’d be in the way.” 

“ I’m sorry but who was the one that distracted those things? Who came up with that plan to get you back in the bus??” you say, annoyed at the accusation of being useless. 

“she has a point” muttered Lucas, earning him a smack in the arm by Max and a glare from Steve. 

“Listen Harrington” You say poking him in the chest. “ I’m fine, im not going anywhere, and I can kick your ass even with my arm fucked up. Now we’re going to get out of this FUCKING bus and figure out what the fuck is going on. AM I CLEAR?” 

A shocked silence settles in the bus. Lucas and Dustin chuckled and Max smirked in admiration. Steve glared at you, simply saying “Crystal” and turned around marching off the bus. You roll your eyes as Lucas and Max get off as well, leaving only you and your brother.

“That was really badass. The way you fought those demodogs back there.” Dustin said looking up at you. 

You smile and ruffle his hair. 

“ I wasn’t going to let them get my Dusty Bun” You say in a baby tone pulling him in for a hug. He groans at the name but hugs you back. 

“HENDERSONS MOVE YOUR ASSES” Steve shouts. You roll your eyes and nudge Dustin towards the door. 

“Come on, before King Steve blows a gasket” 

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You find out that Dart killed Mews and are absolutely devastated. Dustin felt guilty as he was basically the reason why your beloved cat died. 

“It’s fine Dustin, now I have even more of a reason to kick their doggy ass.” 

You walk ahead of the group seething in anger and fear. Your arm was still sluggishly bleeding and throbbing in pain. 

“You really should do something about that shoulder” Steve said as he walks up next to you. 

“Sure, let me just stop at the hospital while my brother and his friends chase flesh eating dogs from another dimension.” you reply in an sarcastic tone.

“I’m just trying to help.” Steve says in a soft tione

You roll your eyes and mutter a fine. You then rip a strip of fabric from the bottom of your shirt and wrap it around your shoulder. 

‘There are you happy now?”you ask

Steve is stunned, he never realized how...tough you are.In fact this whole experience has made him realize how smart and resilient you’ve become. Far different from the shy quiet girl you used to be when the two of you were friends. He never wanted to stop being your friend, in fact he even harbored a little crush on you but he just got caught up in the popularity and attention. Then he got with Nancy and started seeing you constantly again, only now you hated him. It hurt him in ways he didn’t understand. And while he’ll always love Nancy, he’s starting to realize that maybe he’s starting to fall in love with you too.

You look at him weird, as he just stared at you with this weird look on his face. You walked past him as the entrance to the lab becomes clear. 

“Hey guys” You shout. “We’re here.”

Then you hear it. Bone chilling roars fill the air. The lights are out inside the lab and you can hear the screams of the people inside. and then rustling comes from the woods. You push the kids behind you and Steve as you tighten the grip on your weapons. 

“Steve?” “Y/n?’

“Nancy?’” “Jonathan?”

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After finding out El was actually alive and Will’s interrogation, you officially have seen it all. You, Steve, and the rest of the kids stayed in the Byers house while the “A team” went back to the lab. You finally were cleaning your shoulder when you heard the rumble of an engine. 

Great Billy Hargrove.

“It’s my brother! If he catches me here he’ll kill me” Max says, he tone laced in fear. You and Steve look at each other, and then Steve walks out to deal with Billy. 

“Quick hide and don’t let him see you” you say moving toward the door. You open it in time to see Billy knock Steve down and kick him. You flinch and are just glad that it wasn’t you. 

“Oh” Billy coos, “ Are you gonna let me in Princess or am I gonna have to move you?” 

“Moving me sounds fun, how about we try that” you flirt back, hey anything to get him to calm down. 

He chuckles. “Nice try toots but I got a bone to pick with my step sister.” And with that she shoves you out of the way. You realize that you can’t fight Billy off alone, so you run to help Steve. 

“Come on Harrington, up you go” You try and help him up. You hear the kids shouting and some stuff smashing. “Come on Steve, he’s on there with the kids.” You say urgently.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Steve says, finally getting up. You and Steve rush into the house to see Billy holding Lucas up against a shelf. Steve then rushes to the two, as you go to the kids making sure they’re behind you. 

“YOU’RE DEAD SINCLAIR, SO DEAD” 

“No, you are” and with that Steve punches Billy in the face. You pull Lucas away, checking him over to make sure he’s alright. The kids are cheering Steve on as he beats Billy. 

“KICK HIS ASS STEVE” 

Then the tables turn. Billy smashes a plate over Steves head, knocking him down and punching him in the face. They get into the living room and Billy isn’t stopping. He’s punching Steve in the face continuously. 

“STOP YOU’RE GONNA KILL HIM” Dustin screams 

“BILLY NO” 

You rush forward and try to pull him off. “Billy thats enough, he’s already down!” he just pushes you to the ground and resumes his beating. You get up, desperate to help Steve. 

“Y/n!” You hear Max yell.  You look at her and she hands you something. 

Will’s morphine. 

Without a second thought you ripped the cap off the needle and injected the drug in Billy’s neck. He flinched and stood up, giving poor Steve a break from his brutal beating. 

“youbitchwhatdidyoudo” He slurred as he pulled the needle from his neck. He then fell on his back, half unconscious. Max, surprising you all, took Steves bat and yelled.

“From now on you leave me and my friends alone, you understand?!” 

“Screw you.”

She brought down the bat between his legs. Your eyes widened as she slammed the nail covered bat on the floor between them. 

“SAY YOU UNDERSTAND. SAY IT! SAY IT!”

“I understand” Billy finally whispered as the drugs took over. After watching that you ran over to Steve. You checked his pulse just to make sure he was alright.

“Alright Harrington, get up” You said. “Come on Steve.” 

“Y/n, we don’t have time.” Mike said. “We have to help El.” 

“How are you even going to the tunnels Mike? It’s too far to walk.” You say as you put Steve's head on your lap. 

Max then walks up to Billy and pulls his keys out of his jacket. “Y/n can drive us.” she says. Then the whole party laughs. “What? What's so funny?”

“Y/n can’t drive us” Dustin said laughing. You glare at him from your spot.

“Why not?” Max asks.

“Because” Mike replies, “ She failed like three of her drivings tests”

“Yeah, unless you want to hit every mail box on the way and get whiplash, y/n is out” Lucas chimed in. 

“Hey! I was not that bad” you yelled incredulously. “ Besides what would we do with Steve?” 

“Leave him here?” Mike said

“With Billy?” You asked

“Yeah we could just tie Billy up or something” 

“We are not leaving Steve” Dustin said. “He’ll be chill when he wakes up, I promise.” 

“We still can’t go” you say. The group groans

“Why not” Mike says

“Because, I can’t drive you.” You reply. Then Max ‘s face brightens 

“I can drive.” She says 

Suddenly, you’re in the backseat of Billy's stolen car, Steve sprawled across yours, Mikes, and Dustin's lap as Max drives erratically to the field. 

And then Steve wakes up. 

“y/n??” He mutters looking at Mike, Mike gives him the side eye as Dustin starts talking.

“Hey buddy” Dustin says “ He kicked your ass but you put up a good fight”

“Dustin!” you shout

“What?” 

‘Oh god” Steve says realizing what was happening “ Oh my god stop the car!!”

“Steve I promised them you’d be cool if we brought you” 

“oh god 

“Make a left here” “you’re okay” 

“Steve relax she’s driven before”

“yeah in a parking lot””That counts!”

“Stop yelling!”

“Stop the car, stop the car” Max takes a sharp turn 

“WOAHH” “STOPTHE CAR”

“Steve calm down” “I told you we should have left him!’“

“AHH SLOW DOWN” “CALM DOWN”

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP! I’M TRYING TO FOCUS” 

Max hits the breaks as she makes to to the field. You all stumble out of the car and head to the trunk, getting ready to head into the tunnels. As you’re putting on your mask and goggles Steve stumbles to the back of the car yelling, 

“HELLO! Do you guys hear me, we are not going down there!” 

“Y/n how could you let them talk you into his” “ARE YOU DEAF? HELLO?

“WE ARE NOT---” 

“STEVE!” Dustin shouted, “The fact of the matter is that a party member needs our assistance. We can’t just abandon her.” 

“...fine” Steve says, and he puts on the bandana and goggles. You walk up to him and hand him his bat. “ Wow Harrington, you’ve never looked better” 

“Ha ha, get in the hole” 

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After struggling to get into the hole, you finally made it into the tunnels. It was dark and damp in there. Cold as you and the party walked further and further into what could be your doom. Specks of...something floated in the air and the walls were covered in what looked like vines. Steve was at the from of the line while you were at the end.Making sure both ends were covered and there wasn’t any chance at a sneak attack. 

You stood at the back with Dustin as he kneeled down to tie his shoe and then a flurry of that white shit sprayed in his face. He started freaking out immediatly, screming and spitting

“SHIIT! ITS IN MY MOUTH!”  

Steve ran over to him and started asking whats wrong. Seeing Steve so worried about your brother warmed your heart, especially because it’s been so long that Dustin had a male figure who cared about him in his life. Now that you think about it, Steve has been really protective over Dustin these past few days, in fact he--

“Hey Y/n, are you okay” Steve says, interrupting your thought. 

You look at him and nod, “We should keep going”

He nods and take his place back in the front. The group only had to walk a few more steps till they reached the hub, 

“Let’s torch it” Steve said as he stepped forward. The kids spread out, pouring gasoline on every inch of the  cavern.  After you were done, Steve pulled out his lighter and flicked it on. 

“You ready?” He said. You all nodded and prepared to run for your life. Steve threw the lighter and the whole hub was lit. The everyone ran. Mike got caught as a vine wrapped around his leg. Steve struggled to it get off when you came around.

“Stand back!” you yelled and swung you hockey stick down on the vine a couple times. This cut it in half as you heard it..squeal?? You then helped Mike up and urged him to start running. You were almost back to the hole when you were stopped. 

A demodog stood in the way of your freedom. Hunched low and growling as it wait for you to make your move. Thats when Dustin spoke up.

“Dart” “Shh Dustin get behind me” You shushed him, trying to pull him away from the creature but with no luck. He slowly walked toward iy.

“Dustin what are you doing?””Get away from it” the rest of the group whispered as he pulled a candy bar from his pocket.

“yumm nougat” He said, breaking the candy bar into pieces and fed them to the demon dog. ‘There you go buddy, eat up” He then waved to you. 

“hurry up go” He said still crouched down. Carefully, each member of the party passed by. Creeping passed the demodog who paid no attention.

“Bye buddy” Dustin whispered as you and Steve pulled him away. 

You finally got to the hole. You and Steve helped each of the kids up the rope. Rushing as you heard the rest of the demodogs running to find you. You finally got Dustin up the rope when you saw them. The pack of demodogs running full speed toward you and Steve. There was no time for either of you to get up the rope. Steve pulled you into his chest as the pack drew nearer. You tensed up, waiting to get torn apart by these creatures.

“Y/N! STEVE” Dustin cried, being held back by Mike and Lucas. 

The closer they got the harder it was for you to breath. You closed your eyes and dug your face into Steves chest.

They ran past you. The demodogs run right passed you and Steve as if you weren’t there. You feel them run past your legs, bumping into you as they are called somewhere else. 

You sigh in relief . You look around the cavern, realizing you’re not dead. Steve laughs a breathless laugh as you smile, the threat of death gone. You realize that you’re still pressed up against him, and look up. Staring into the brown eyes of the one and only Steve Harrington. His goggles pulled up against his forehead and his bandana around his neck. 

You don’t know if the adrenaline or you not giving a fuck, but you fling off your safety glasses, pull down your bandana ans surge up.

Capturing Steve’s lips in a kiss.

He makes a little ‘oomph” sound in surprise as he realizes what's happening. But then he relaxes and kisses you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your hands go into his hair as you wrap your arms around his neck, prompting him to  lean closer. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip and you begin to let it in when--

“OH GOD, REALLY?” 

Dustin. “GUYS THEY'RE MAKING OUT’”

“Ewww, come on do you really gotta do that here” Lucas complains.

“Yeah! we don’t wanna see that” Mike says, frowning in disgust. 

“Come on’ Max says, pulling Dustin and Lucas by the collar of their shirts. Mike following behind them.

You pull away from Steve, giggling as you see the awe struck face he's making. 

“Come on King Steve” You say, starting to crawl up the rope. “Before Max starts joy riding and leaves us here. He shakes his head as he watches you get to the top and starts climbing. 

“Hold your horses Henderson, I’m coming.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #reader insert #stranger things x reader #fanfic #steve headcanon #netflix #enemies to friends to lovers #adventure #d&d campaign

[deviatedwinter]

Not what I imagined

(Matt Taylor x Reader)

!! My Gif

Summary: Reader is freezing in the mines looking for Matt

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: a few swears, just overall grim circumstances but if you're a fan of Until Dawn you're used to it ;)

Slightly inspired by @untildawnwrites-blog !

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The screeching of metal brought you back to your senses.

You were clinging to a fallen fire tower that was slowly being swallowed by a dark ravine. Your  legs were folded underneath you as your boots rested on the decrepit railing, your hands gripping the deck. 

Just moments earlier you were with your friends Matt and Emily using the radio, trying to call for help. There was a psycho on the mountain who wanted to harm you and your friends. He had already gotten to Josh.. 

Shortly after a ranger received your cries, the tower fell.

You had been on the outside when you were startled by movement below. Something fast and strong had severed the tower's cables.

When the tower fell, it was as if it was falling on top of you. You clung to the building as the darkness of the ravine was thrown towards you.

Now, clinging to the rusted metal, you prayed that your friends were safe. Emily had been on the other side of the tower, so hopefully she must've jumped onto the snowy banks of the ravine before the tower totally sank.

Matt.

You cried out his name, hoping he was alright and hoping he could help you.

You heard a cough, and then some curses above you.

You then caught a glimpse of his violet jacket as he called your name out into the darkness.

"I-im here!" You cried, starting to feel heat emmenating from the small flames that licked the tower's interior.

"H-hold on, I'm coming!" You heard him grunt as the tower began to slowly creak.

You fought the urge to look down, knowing the drop was far. Instead, you tried to steady your breathing, the warm air from the flames mixing in with the frigid mountain draft.

Finally, you heard Matt above you.

"I'll try to get to you, just hold on!" He explained. You could just barely see his face above you once you craned your neck.

"Matt! Be careful!" You warned, not wanting his fate to be the same as yours.

A sickening creak sent your stomach spiraling in dread, but it was quickly interrupted when you saw a flash of movement above you.

A white sleeve, covered in grime followed by a beckoning hand awaited you.

"Grab my hand! I'll pull you up!"

Eagerly, you straightened out your legs to reach up and grab his hand.

That was your mistake.

At the sudden movement and shifting of weight, the railing you had rested upon gave way. A scream ripped from your throat, and suddenly Matt was growing smaller and smaller, and the cold wind bit at your skin. Above the sound of the air rushing past, you could've sworn you heard your name being cried out.

This was it. This is how you die.

You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting to be met with hard stone, a sickening crack.

But instead, you felt the stone for a split second before being enveloped by icy liquid. It invaded your lungs, the bitter coldness stabbing at you like thousands of needles. Finally, you managed to swim upwards, your body expelling the water inside your lungs with a retch.

You took a few moments to take in your situation. You were in a river at the very bottom of the ravine, it being mostly dark except for the flaming tower far above and the slivers of moonlight. The current was slow and there were several stalagmites poking through the water's surface. You were relieved you hadn't landed on any of them.

Water was still in your ears, your hearing mostly muffled. You once again could've sworn you could hear your name being called out. 

Quickly, you regained most of your senses before trudging to shore, the shrill creaking of the tower above you loud enough to cut through your suppressed hearing. As you climbed onto the cold bank, your body trembled from the severe cold. Pain also shot up your legs and spine, your muscles sore from the impact of the fall.  The freezing water had clung to you like plastic wrap, and crystals slowly began to form on your clothing. With chilly hands, your patted your ears as you tilted your head, your hearing coming back with a pop. 

You yelped as a loud crash was heard behind you, sending a spray of freezing water onto your already soaked body.

The tower had fallen into the shallow water, causing waves to lap at the bank. There was a hiss as flames were meeting their demise at the contact of water.

You needed to find warmth. 

But alas, any surviving flames were in the middle of the river and in the process of being snuffed out. 

Behind you was a mineshaft, and to your right were sluices and a large decrepit water wheel. At least other people had been here before, maybe there was a way out.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you slowly made your way into the shaft, your eyelashes begainning to feel heavier as the water droplets trapped in them froze. You shakily slid your hand over your back pocket, suprised to feel the outline of your phone, but immediately your hopes were dashed, remembering how long you were in the water. Would it still even work? 

You pulled it out anyway, your numbed finger pressing the power button for any signs of life.

Your heart lept when your lockscreen showed up, thank god for your waterproof phone case. 

shakily you turned on the flashlight, its small beam making the trek in the tunnel easier. You began feeling the effects of the cold, your clothes feeling like they were made of mesh as your skin was nipped by the chill. 

You watched your breathe come out in clouds, your lips feeling chapped as your toes and digits became numb. You had to find warmth. You had to find Matt.

You whimpered, hoping your friend was okay. You hadn't seen him at the bottom of the ravine, could he have jumped off onto a ledge? 

"Matt?" You called out to the air, your voice dripping with fear. Your hope began to fade, and despair settled in. It wasn't fair, you wanted him to know how you felt, how much you cared for him. But as far as you knew, he could be dead, and this could be your last night on Earth. 

It felt like you had been walking for hours. Your body ached, and the temperature seemed to be dropping by the minute. However, the shaft appeared to slowly rise at an incline, could you be getting closer to the surface?

Your steps had turned clumsy, your mind foggy as you tried to navigate the underground systems. You had no doubt that you were succombing to hypothermia, it would only be a matter of time before you stumbled off a ledge or passed out completely. You could've sworn that you heard screeches in the distance, but you blamed it on your deterriorating mind, and maybe bats. 

You found yourself at a cavern, mining equipment strewn about as if the miners would come back  any minute, if you didn't take in account the rust and rotting wood. 

Your body was tired, you just wanted to curl up and hopefully find warmth that way. So that's what you did. 

You lowered yourself on the hard ground next to a few decaying crates, your body shivering as you brought your legs to your chest. The ice that had formed on your clothing was splintering and falling away from your movement, another reminder on how totally frozen you were. You were engulfed in darkness once you shut off your phone. Sleep beckoned you to its peaceful grasp, and you eagerly fell into it. 

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Matt made his way down a dark mineshaft, the lantern in his hand giving in some warmth in the bitter night. At every turn, he meekly called out for his lost friends, especially one of them.

The person he was head over heels over, that he promised himself wouldn't get hurt under his watch, was down here somewhere, and most likely dead. The person who he had planned to confess his feelings to by the warm fire, or under the stars while gazing at the mountains. 

He wasn't good enough.

That's all he could think about as he traversed the spindling corridors, his heart sinking with every step. He was right there, he could have done something. 

Right after the teenager had witnessed his friend fall into the darkness, he leapt to a nearby platform to avoid being brought down with the tower. He had laid on his chest, peering over into the abyss and crying out their name, his heart breaking with the silence that answered him back.

But he had swallowed the tears. He had to be tough, there was no sense in him dying as well, although a part of him felt like it.  He had found a lantern and was now trying to find a way out. Finally, after some time, he wandered into an opening, several crates and equipment lying dormant. 

His eyes scanned the cavern before they landed on a mass in the shadows near the crates. Slowly, he crept forward and he jolted as the lantern's golden light fell upon your sleeping form. 

"Oh shit!" He cursed before calling your name, quickly kneeling beside you. Thats when he noticed the ice caked onto your clothes, and how your hair had been frozen stiff. 

He gently shook you, his hands warm and slowly he felt some of the ice underneath his touch begin to melt.

Slowly, your sleepy eyes opened and met his frantic ones, relief washing over them at the sight of you awakening.

"Matt..?" you whispered, your voice a hollow rasp of what it usual was. 

"You're alive.." he breathed, still in shock but relief washing over him in waves

"How the fuck are you still alive..?" he asked softly with bewilderment, taking note of your coldness and quickly shedding his letter jacket.

"Water..I fell in..water.." Was all that you could muster as Matt helped you peel your shaking arms out of your soaked coat, replacing it with his dry one.  His body heat that was absorbed by the wool warmed you, your gaze falling onto him.

"What about you..? You're gonna be cold.." 

He gave you one of his gentle smiles before helping you up.

"I'll be fine, I still got this denim jacket and my sweater. Don't worry about me." 

The familiar pain shot up your spine as you stood, your posture faltering before a pair of arms wrapped around you, keeping you steady. 

"Can you walk?" He asked gently, surprised by your fragile state.

"It hurts.." You whimpered, hating that he had to see you this way. But the pain, the cold, it was all eating at your effort to stay strong.

Matt felt his heart once again snap in two, his eyes taking on the puppy dog appearance that you'd grow accustomed to. 

You yelped slightly as he picked you up, his arms looping under your knees as he held you bridal style. 

"Matt-" 

"It's fine, I got you. I saw a light further down the shaft, we're almost out I think. Can you hold this for me? it might keep you warm." He removed an arm from underneath your back to grab the lantern, gently allowing your hand to wrap around its handle. Once you were situated, he got up with hardly a grunt. Even after all the night's terror, he was still strong. 

As he carried you down the shaft, you listened to his breathing, his body heat and the heat from the lamp slowly warming you up and clearing your mind. 

"I don't think there's just a maniac up here.." He said aloud, as if he was talking to himself rather than you in particular.

Your mind went back to the strange shape moving underneath the fire tower before it fell, to the shrieks you had heard echoing in the mine.

"Yeah..theres some..thing.." You replied weakly, fear starting to grip you.

Matt quickly tried to lighten the mood, a small smile returning to his face.

"Yknow, this isn't entirely what I imagined carrying you bridal style would look like." 

Your gaze turned towards his face, the yellow light of the lantern showing you the scratch on his cheek along with the dirt that clung to his skin. His cheeks were flushed in the light. 

"What exactly... did you imagine?" 

He hesitated before answering, another smile twitching at his lips.

"You'd be wearing white, maybe I'm in a tux, flowers and rice being rained on us."

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks as well, them becoming warm despite your body's condition.

"When we survive this, I think that can still be...attainable." 

His joyful smile and reply was cut short by a shriek from behind, the color draining from both of your faces.

"Matt..?" You breathed out, fear gripping you.

His jaw clenched, the cogs in his mind spinning before he ran behind a wall of planks. He quickly set you down and turned the dial on the lantern to dim its light.

Both of you stood still as you heard something scampering on stone behind you. Matt held you close, his breath stalled as the creature screeched, the frail boards the only thing separating you and the monster. 

In the corner of your eye, you saw it. A gaunt, white creature crawled on the wall effortlessly, its limbs scuttling the surface like a spider. It shrieked once more before scampering to another area of the mines.

You slowly let out a breath, and so did Matt, the two of you sharing the same terrified and confused glance. Neither of you cared about what that thing was, you only cared about getting the fuck out of there. 

This time, Matt picked you up once more with haste, your hand barely scooping up the lantern before he stood and ran down the shaft.

You spotted light ahead peaking through some boards, and so did he.

You allowed him to set you down once more, this time standing on your own with the lantern as he backed up. You watched with shaky knees as he broke through the rotting wood with his shoulder, revealing a large outcrop with the lodge in the distance.

Holy fuck, you had wandered back to the lodge all the way from the tower...through the mines??

Matt held out his hand, and you gently took it as you both edged out onto the ledge, relief filling both you, the adrenaline coursing through your veins warming your bodies.

"Is it too soon the check up on your offer?" Matt breathed, his palms meeting his knees as he caught his breathe.

#until dawn #until dawn matt #matt until dawn #until dawn x reader #until dawn imagine #matt taylor #matt taylor x reader #matt x reader

[randomsevans]

The truth was hidden there all along.

"IZZY , JAMES GET UP NOW !" You shouted from the bottom of the stairs . This is the third time you have called for them your patience is wearing thin

"YOUR GOING TO BE LATE FOR DAY CARE !"

You took a deep breath and hung your head low as you rested against the handles of the stairs

"CHRIS IS GOING TO BE HERE ANY MINUTE AND HE WONT TAKE YOU IF YOUR NOT DOWN HERE BY THE TIME HE WALKS THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR "

That line works most times , considering your children love your partner more then there love you . Funny how the fun one gets more love then the person who brought them into the world .

"YOUR MOMS RIGHT JELLY BEAN IM WAITING " a deep voice boomed from behind you making you jump

"Oh shit !"you placed your hand over your heart

"Watch your languages darling " chris smirked

"Dont scare me then " you turned to him slapping his chest .he caught it and pulled you into his chest and slammed his lips fo yours .

"Ewwwee " followed by tiny stomps down the stairs

"Chris !" A high pitched squeal from your three year old daughter Izzy as she run down the stairs

"Izzy dont ... "chris panic voice came through allows for the air in his chest it he punched out and izzy jumped into his arms squealing

"Chris ! Chris ! Chris !" She did a little wiggle in his arms

"Oh I see some one is now awake "you shook your head

You turned your head and looked up at the top of the stairs to see your 7 year old son james standing there with his arms across .

"Come on james . I need to take you to school while chris takes izzy "

"You too finished " he snarled stomping his way down the stairs

"Finished what?" You scrunched up your face turning to chris , who just shrugged, dragging izzy upside down as if it was nothing.

James was the final steps and narrowed his eyed at chris and pointed his finger at him. Making chris instantly stop what he was doing and paying full attention to the little boy

"You mister .... I never want to see that again " his voice was stern but still high pitched

Chris looked at you with scared eyes "do what son ?" He asked

You just looked at the two of them ,as james browns hair was sticking all over over the place . Your heart fluttered when chris "son " but was replaced by guilt quickly

"Kissing my mamma with out asking " his voice was stern and very serious

Chris looked shocked upon the young boy and turned to you .

"Yeah chris you should of asked first " you teased

"But ... baby .." Chris looked like a kicked puppy as James made his way down the final steps and stood in front of Chris who was still holding his sister as she played with hair in her small hands

"You need to ask next time . You got that mister "

Chris nodded still shocked with his mouth open

"Good !" And with that he made his way into the kitchen , as Chris put Izzy down to follower her brother .

"Wh..what just happend?" Chris shook his head making his way to you ,placing a hand on the small of your back .

"You just got a scolding form my son" you grinned up at him

"Yep that boy is 100% your son " chris chuckled placing a kiss on your cheek . And there was the guilt eating up at you again . Always parizling you from the truth . And it hurts, it eating at you but you dont know what the outcome would be if you told the truth

"WHAT DID I JUST SAY! "

Chris put his hands up in her air and started walk over to the kitchen

"Now who wants porridge " he clasped his hands together

"Ewwwwe no PANCAKES " Izzy screamed the last part at the top of her lungs. You simple stood there at the side lines and watched

You were so thankful to have chris in your life . You and him have been friends for years at least a decade, you've had your ups and downs, your fazes through out your friendship . In the time you had James he was not around busy with life as yours being to change . But when Izzy came around and you were all on your own he came back in and become a permanent part in your life .

You remind sticky friends during your pregnancy and first few months of Izzy being born .

But as you spent more time with him, the feeling you always had for him were become stronger and in no time you and him were together. Officially. Not like it used to be in the past . When you were just friends with extra when it suited him .

And Chris was fine with you being a single mom . After Izzy "and " James father left you for someone else after months of cheating .

Chris adored your children . Chris is the only father figure Izzy know . Hell he even named her Isabella he wanted to use the nickname Bell but Izzy just stuck more .

And that what made the guilt even stronger as your past is strong and complicated your so scared it will effect your future you would not dare tell a soul. It could either make your family or tear it apart. 

“baby you coming ?” chris snapped you out of your thoughts

“oh yeah “

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chris pov 

i was driving , taking Izzy to her pre-school , who was currently in the back seat , quiet , unusal quite . if theres one thing ive learned over watching that little blonde princess grow up ,is that the moment she learnt how to speak she never shut up , oh I wonders where she got that from ? i chuckled little at the memory of you yesterday over the phone , not shutting up complaing about one of James teachers .i looked up in the mirror to get a glimps of the little girl , 

she was seat there in her car seat stairing out at the window with a little pout .

“whats the mattter Jelly Bean ?”

she let out a dramactic sigh , always dramctic that one ,wounder who else is like that ?

“chris ?” she softly whispered still looking at the moving trees 

“yes Izzy ?” i asked trying to look at her while also looking at the road ahead 

“why dont we call you daddy ?” 

the questsion caught me off graud , 

“umm i ..” i didnt know what to say , this is the first she has ever asked anything like this and your not here to have an answer. I dont want to say something that will upset you .

“ what makes you ask that ?"i  questioned 

she final looked up “its just i heard emily yeasterday getting picked u , by this man and she called him daddy , and i asked Ms Smiwth and she saiw that every littlw gurl and boi has a mamma awd a daddy “ 

my heart pumped first at her confession as her little doll eyes glassed over , along with her being adorable not being able to speak quite right yet 

“awd i aswed her what a daddy does , awd she saiw that a daddy looks after you and does everthing a momma does . And you do that , so why do we callw you Chris awd not daddy ?”

now my eyes were glossing over , i looked over at the clock on the dash bord and saw we had a bit of extra time before she needs to be at school , so i pulled over and switched the engine off . i undone my belt and turned to face the little one . 

“jelly bean .. i “ i began to chock on my words 

“its just that i may be here but im not you daddy , not properly  “

her lip began to trembel as a small tear escaped her little blue eyes 

“soo your ... your pretenting !”she whispered , my heart stopped 

“what no ... no bean not at all . i Love you and James as if i was your daddy “

“but your not ?“she titled her head 

“yes .. you see there some one else out there , who is  but ...” god this was so diffuclt with out you “but you have me and mommy and thats all you will ever need , i will always be here for you and for James “ i said slowly hoping to avoid a moring melt down , but if it was from her or me was unknown at this point . I love those kids like there are my own , there came from you how can i not . ive been around Izzy since she was born i was with you through out most of your pregnancy , since that dick head who is meant to be her father pissed off , i will never understand why that waste of space never saw you as enough . You are more then enough for me , your too good for me , i dont desve you speical the shit i put you through our younger years , it took me so long to open  my eyes to see you were all i ever wanted and in that time you had already had two children with some twat . But im thank full of what i have and i love those kids and you more then anthing , 

“so if you .. dow if you look afwter us why dont we callw you daddy ?

“ do you want to call me that ?” i asked 

i was offical dead when she nodded her head with the widest smile , making me tear up 

i took a deep breath , turing to contol my emotion , i cant explain it , its all ive ever wanted . 

“okay missy lets get you to school "

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[anne-white-star]

Young!Jon pertwee x comatose!reader

Notes: Reader comes in a car acident and falls in a coma for a few months while jon was in the navy he gets the news that his dear girlfriend who he loves had fallen in to a coma after he talked to her for about an hour and when he's about to leave she wakes up (takes place around februari 1941 and reader wakes up around end may)

Warnings: non

Words: 1046

"Hey y/n leaving work?"

"Oh yeah i am sarah"

"Drive carfull they said a snow storm is on its way"

"Oh don't worry it wil be fine"

"I know but still just to make sure"

"See you later sarah" and y/n drove off.

When y/n was on the high way all of a sudden a big snowstorm hit "god i should have lissend this is a big one" she kept her hands on the weel looking out the window "what would jon do now?" Y/n started to day dream when all of a sudden the car started to slip " oh no no no no!!!!" She tried to stear it the right way but it din't work y/n ramed with her car in to the guardrail and hit her head on the dash board of the car then went unconscious.

About 10 minuts later an ambulance stoped and helpt y/n out the car "mis mis can you hear us" the man checked her "im afraid she is in a coma she did hit herself pretty bad. So y/n was taken away to the hospital

3 months later

"So you are leaving pertwee? "

"Yes sir this work just isnt for me im sorry"

"Ah its fine its a shame, i really wish you the best"

"Thank you sir"

*Once jon was back home*

Jon knoked at the door of his girlfriends home "y/n hello?" He took the spare key and opend the door "y/n Are you home? Hello?" There was no sign of life at all everything was dead quiet and cold not even the clock was ticking. "This is so strange hmm" he locked the door back up And placed the key back in its place.

"Mr pertwee oh mr pertwee" It was Miss Nelson, y/n's elderly neighbour

"Miss Nellson whats the matter?"

"Oh Im so glad to see that you are completly fine"

"Im fine yes.... miss Nellson do tell me where is y/n?"

"Oh dear din't you get the news?"

"What news?"

"Y/n is in a coma at the hospital "

"What?! In a coma what happend? "

"Wel last februari when y/n went home she was hit by a snow storm and got in an car acident"

"Oh no"

"The poor girl hasn't awoken sinds, her familie tried to contact you but they din't get trough"

"Miss nellson i need to get to her can i borrow your car please"

"Sure go ahead but please be carefull we don't want the same happend to you"

jon took the keys and went to miss nellson her car and rode away to the hospital, once there jon was greated by lots of nurses. He went to the reception " Hello excuse me but i was wondering if you could show me the way to y/n y/l/n her room"

"Wel of course she's in room 50 on the 3rd floor"

"Thank you very mutch" jon walked to the elavator and went to the 3rd floor. "I hope she's alright I don't want to lose my girlfriend" he mumbled, once he reaced the floor jon went in search for room 50, it was at the end of the hall. He opend the door and was greated by y/n her father.

"Sir l/n?"

"Oh jon thank goodness you are save i thought we had to worry about you as wel"

"I heared you couldn't get in contact with me im sorry"

"Its fine"

"How long has she been like this?"

"Almost 3 months"

"She din't get badly wounded right" he dat down on the otherside of the bed

"No not at all the doctors said she only hit her head pretty bad thats how she ended up in the coma"

"Thats just really bad luck, has she responded to anything?"

"No nothig at all"

Jon sighed Should i leave you alone with her?"

"That would be great thank you " y/n her father stood up And walked out the room " I had imagined this difrently after i would come back from the navy" he grabed her hand and softly squeast it. Tears fell from hoe eyes falling on to the white bed sheets

"Oh y/n i love you so mutch please i can't bear being without you"

About 50 minuts later jon was getting ready to leave when y/n her father came in

"Stil nothig? "

"No nothig at all "

"Don't be sad jon it be alright"

"I don't want to leave her like this" tears rolled down his cheek

"I know and im sorry jon, im leaving now i got to get to my work take care jon"

"Thank you sir l/n " y/n her father closed the door and walked out

"I hope you can hear me y/n I really miss you and i hope you wake up soon" he kissed her softly on the fourhead and went to the door.

"Jon?"

He perked up at the sound of his name "y/n?"

"Jon don't leave"

"Oh y/n dear" he huged her

"What happend why am i in the hospital?"

"You got in a car crash and endid up in a coma"

"A coma?"

"Yes, how are you feeling?"

"My throte is dry can i please get some water"

"Sure" jon stood up And went to get some and came acros a nurse in the hall "Excuse me miss the woman in room 50 woke up"

"Alright is there anyone i need to inform about this?"

"(Farthers full name) should be informd"

"Alright thank you"

Jon came back with a glass of water "here" he gave it to her

"Thank you "

"Y/n!" She was caught of guard by the voice of her father screaming her name

"Father" she hugged him

"Oh you are alright thank goodness"

"Yes father im alright... I want to go home"

"I'll take you home dear" said jon

"Good can you please help me up?"

"Of course" he grabed her arm and helped her up

"Oh we should check me out as wel father you can go home please inform mother of my recovery

"I wil dear don't worry" he kissed her fourhead and left

"I will stay with you incase anything happends"

"Thanks jon"

Both left the hospital y/n had a fast recovery and everything went alright

The end

I hope you enjoyed reading 😊

#doctor who #third doctor #jon pertwee #classic who #3rd doctor #classic doctor who #classic doctor who x reader #third doctor x reader #jon pertwee x reader

[voidselfshipp]

The Sound Of Kindness

You know when you read a fanfic with great idea but the reader insert is always scared and its frustrated.

Well heres the opposite with me and death meeting based off that fic.

Tw:implications of child abuse

Ok to rb

Ozi has told her Many times,do not bother the dead.

Jerico was a Smart goddess, half human now, but that side of hers couldnt Keep still.

She Walked Into the old manor, the moonlight dripped from the dusty blinds.

Theres something here.

She could feel it,the Mark on her hand shined softly,reminescent of the morning sun.

She kept on waking, the energy was coming from the basement, she was a goddess, one swift move and she Will transform into a big white dragon.

She felt fear before,before she discovered her past life,but her powers gave her bravery,and knowing that the beating of her heart could impulse defeated batallions back to the fight.

Her heartbeat ran like wild horses marching into battle,the anticipation of a misadventure pumped her up, her hands,now claws, softly caressed the handrail as she went down the old stairs.

The door closes, and she jumps.

--Okay....,that was weird--she should have told her aunt at least.

Though ozi wouldnt be fine with it.

Something moved, swiftly.

--I know youre here--she said.

And he knew that.

Death, now in his reaper form hid in the shadows, the ammount of power that poured from that small human, scared Him a little.

He saw her face soften,and her ears perk up,those green eyes met his, and he felt a warm feeling in his empty ribcage.

--Hey there you are--she Walked softly to him, and he wasnt expecting the dragon like wings that came from her back,as she flied right infront of his face.

--....not.....scared??--its all he could muster in that form.

--Ive dealt with scarier things...--she then giggled.

She was tainted with the smell of death too,but not from hers, a fellow reaper...or the goddess of death.

--im jerico--she said.

Thats when his pupils caught the Mark on her right hand.

His long neck spiraled around her back,where he saw her exposed skin,and the bright sun Mark there shining brightly.

--terran.....?--he said again, turning back to meet her face.

-- hir-- she said in clear terran-- homyd geviizalaz-- he tilted his head--Yes,im terran,youre quite observant arent you

--what....are...you?--his raspy voice almost dry,Like its not been used in a while.

--Its a very long story....nor human,nor goddess,nor demigoddess,what I am,not even I know, and if you dont mind me asking, what are you?

--....horseman...

--nice to meet you--jerico said smiling--guess you wouldnt mind me asking your name

The horseman sighed, and looked away, theres no way shed be scared of his name-- d...dea....death

He looked at her, she kept her smile, and nodded, her wings flapped lazily,enough to have her float, she was getting tired.

Death Scooped her around his hands and held her close,she was strangely warm.

Warmer than any human.

Then he felt her heartbeat, it sounded like hymn with no words, but yet he could understand what the song said.

He might have said it was cheesy, but the sudden warmth made him stay quiet, the song seemed personal.

A song of love, loss, grief, and a hymn to pride, discovery, and Curiosity.

His face nuzzled against her chest, where he could hear the hymn better.

--....sing?

--sing what?

The nose of his bone poked her chest.

She seemed puzzled,then it dawned on her-- you can hear it too?

He nodded softly.

--why would you want to hear it?

--know......about...you...

She tilted her head,her hands softly placed themselves on his skull, and caressed it, he caved in and his knees Buckeld, kneeling on the ground slouched.

Whoever death is...or was...it seems like its been a while since he had felt this warmth, this closeness and this tenderness,and jerico came to the relaziation when he felt him grunt with a broken voice.

She cleared her throat,and opened her mouth.

--all I remember--she sang-- its the screams of justice, all I saw, was someone in need of help.

What I was....who I am, didnt seem to matter,as my heart, pumped with desire.

I extended my hand to the human, who had finally gotten justice for her husband.

Then a yelp, a cry of help, and thats when I felt.

The human just smiled--death seemed to calm down and wrap his wings around her--as I heed her...so did she to me...

And soon enough a human id be....--

Deaths face lifted up as she heard her gulp,and tears formed on the corner of her eyes--oh how wrong I was--her voice rised up--when I thought it was all about love, oh how wrong I was, to forget that pain could be inflicted upon Man.

How Greed and narcissim could ruin such thing,as the Bond of a mother and her offspring...

But now I am here,resting in peace, with more knowledge and love that I have ever got before...--at the end her voice cracked as tears rolled down her eyes.

He wiped her tears away with a Giant hand,and pressed her against his chest.

Jerico sniffled, and gripped his cloack.

--Sorry....

She shook her head--dont be...I just get emotional when I sing it

Death Rose her up back to meet his face.

--Lets get out of here okay?,my allergies are kicking in --She chuckled and so does he.

And in a quick dash they were on old library.

The reaper left his companion on one of the tall bookshelves, where she sat

The first morning Rays filtered through the Windows.

Death looked at them and sighed--its....almost time

--hm?

He pointed at the sunrays and then at himself, making a hand gesture of something shrinking-- I....normal again

--ah i see --She jumped off the bookshelves and landed on the floor with no harm done-- maybe we can get out of here, and get you something for that throat,would you like that?

The reaper chuckled and nodded.

Then a shriek ripped from his throat,as his wings enveloped him, and shrank Back to his size.

He was still taller than her, messy and dirty black locks fell astray on the Mask covering his face.

The pale skin,seemed rough to the touch, death dragged himself to her, and hugged her as tight as he could.

Jerico smiled--Morning to you too

He grunted a chuckle, and both Walked out of the old manor.

The streets were empty,and the morning sun made jeri look even more beautiful, her eyes reflected the light and made them seem like two emeralds,he felt his cheeks Run hot.

His hand softly ghosted over her Lower back.

She shivered and looked at him, the chuckled and pulled him closer to her.

--If you need affection dont be afraid to ask, I have much to give--her heart not only poured power,but kindness too.

They finally arrived at jericos house,or more so her aunts.

He felt that energy again,the aura of someone as powerfull, that could only belong to someone such as the goddess of death herself.

She gave him some tea with honey,always keeping a hand on his shoulder.

He then collapsed on the sofá, his whole body ached from the transformation.

She layed ontop of him, the blinds were barely letting the sun come in.

Death cupped her cheeks, and she sleepily smiled to him ,he took off his mask and his chapped lips pressed against hers--thank...you

She kissed him again and he felt her smile against his lips--Dont mention it

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[uno-reverse-fic]

Chapter 15

Lunch had come and gone quickly, and you didn't get a chance to eat because Iida and Ochaco stuck to Izuku like glue. Though even if you did get the opportunity to eat you probably would have refused it. And so here you were, sitting in Izuku's desk, starving and utterly bored. Everything was going fine until you heard two words slip out of your teacher's mouth.

"fight training." You were not going to let Izuku leave you in his backpack all afternoon, like Katsuki had done. As the room cleared out Midoriya slid his hand in his desk and twisted his fingers lightly around you. He placed you on top of the desk, sliding a few books to the corner to shield you from view in case anyone came into the classroom.

"I'm coming with you. Whether you like it or not." You told him with the most stubborn and intimidating look could muster.

"But it's dangerous! You could get killed!" He said, trying not to sound to pessimistic.

"I'll stay in the locker room then. You can leave me with your stuff."

"I-I dont know..."

"Izuku, I am not allowing you to leave me here alone. Im coming with you, even if it means I have to stay in a sweaty disgusting boys locker room. No offense."

"Fine... but you have to do as I say, for safety reasons, okay?"

"Okay." He slid you back into his blazer pocket and ran to catch up with the rest of the group. The boys locker room was set up similar to the girls, with one large room and two smaller rooms off to the side, which were also lined with lockers and contained benches. Lucky for you the only doors were to the bathroom and the outside, which gave you plenty of room to do some exploration in your downtime. Midoriya went off to the smaller room to the right and picked a top locker in the corner. He took off his blazer and placed it inside before closing the locker. You climbed out of the pocket, only to be met with an echoing sound.

"Oi Deku! What are you doing here?!"

"Oh uh sorry Kacchan" you heard the green-haired boy reply before opening the locker and grabbing his blazer, accidentally leaving you. He closed the locker halfway before leaving and heading towards the left room. You were left behind again, this ordinarily would have angered you beyond belief, but there was a certain firecracker who just so happened to choose the locker directly next to the one you were in. And what made matters worse was that the locker was completely empty, leaving you in clear eye-shot of Bakugo, and leaving him in clear eye-shot of you. He slid off his shirt and set off those common teen girl hormones in your brain, making you turn a bright shade of red. You curled up in the corner of the locker and pulled your t-shirt over your face. You were blushing so hard you could feel it, and the fact that it was over Katsuki, the one person you hated most at the moment, made everything worse. He finally pulled on his hero-costume top, as well as his grenade-gauntlets, and left. Soon after Midoriya frantically burst into the room and opened the locker he had accidentally left you in.

"I-I'm so sorry. I thought you were still in my blazer pocket... is everything ok?"

"Y-yea..." you stuttered awkwardly. You looked up at him with your already flushed face, and the teen hormones kicked in again.

"Are you blushing?"

"Yup. I'll give you one guess why,"

"Lets see... teenage girl in a teenage boy locker room..." he looked at you with an 'are you serious' expression, before he scooped you up again and placed you on the ground next to the rest of his stuff.

"I'll be back soon." He said before standing up and walking away. And thats when you made one of the stupidest decisions you have ever made. You crept to the wall and peered around it to see if anyone was there, and just as you had hoped everyone had left. You started walking around a bit, but it took you quite a long time to get to the other side of the main room. Despite there being lockers, only Tenya used them, so there were clothes all over the locker room floor in piles to designate who's is who's. You sat down on top of a blazer to take a bit of a break, and thats when things went downhill even more. You heard shouting outside the door, you whipped your head towards it only to see Bakugo burst through it. In a panic you quickly dove into one of the blazer pockets in hope that you could stay out of his view as he stormed in your direction. And to your horror you felt the blazer being lifted into the air.

"I'm going to kill all of those idiots one of these days..." you heard him growl. He walked into the right room and laid the blazer down on the ground next to the lockers, a perfect place for you to hide under so you could sneak back to Izuku's bag. You slipped out of the pocket and kept low to the ground, you quickly darted under the lockers and pressed yourself as close to the wall as possible. You caught your breath for a minute before turning to run to safety. You went as fast as your legs could carry you and with your absolutely horrible luck you kicked a pencil and stubbed your toe. The pencil went farther than you expected and made a louder sound than you hoped for.

"What the-" Katsuki's head darted quickly in the direction of the noise and to your dismay he started walking over to investigate. You ran for cover behind one of the legs of a locker and tried your best to hold back a scream of agony from the pain in your foot. He knelt down and peered under the lockers, and you mentally cursed as he reached his hand under to see if he could feel anything. Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest at any given minute, you were so close to being caught.

"Nothing. I'm starting to hallucinate aren't I?" He pulled away and sat down on the bench.

"Why... why did I have to do that. Why did she have to look at me like that. She's probably dead somewhere and its all my fault." Before he could continue the rest of the 1-A guys burst into the locker room.

"Bakubro! Is everything good?"

"Yea just shut up dumb hair." You snuck back over to Midoriya's bag after Bakugo left. Izuku walked in and rushed over to you, taking off his gloves and gently scooping you up in his hands. He placed you in a locker before changing. He pulled the locker open again and looked at you with concern.

"Was everything ok while I was gone? Kacchan god mad and stormed off back here did he see you?" he said as he placed you into his open palm.

"I'm fine, he had no idea I was here." That wasn't exactly completely true, but you didn't want Midoriya to worry too much. He slipped you back into his blazer pocket and the rest of the day carried on. Before dinner Izuku was watching TV and talking with Todoroki, Iida, Ochaco, Tsuyu, Momo, and the Bakusquad. The news report from the other day came on and everyone froze.

"Hey wasn't that the guy we were fighting the other day?" Ochaco asked.

"The one who used his quirk on Deru? Yea thats him." Momo chimed in.

"So thats the guy. He looks edgy." Mina commented. Then the quirk explanation came on and the atmosphere of the entire conversation stiffened. The woman spoke,

"His quirk gives him the ability to manipulate the size of anything he touches, however the effect doesn't sink in for about 24 hours, after something has been affected by his quirk it will stay like that until he removes the effect himself."

"Holy crap... I was right to check in the drawer wasn't I?!" Kaminari screeched. He looked Bakugo dead in the eyes and then began a mad dash to his dorm room. Bakugo leapt over the couch and sprinted towards the staircase with Kaminari, and Mina right behind him, followed by everyone else. You curled up in Izuku's sweatshirt pocket, slightly scared of what was to come. Everyone piled into the room, by the time Izuku had gotten there Ashido, Denki, and Sero were tearing the place apart. Iida and Kirishima had to physically restrain Bakugo to keep him from attacking them, and Ochaco had to get the meme trio to stop destroying Katsuki's dorm. When everyone finally calmed down Mina and Kirishima began explaining everything that they had seen, from you first getting sick right up until now.

"So we immediately assumed that Deru is somewhere in this room." Kaminari said.

"Well your wrong. I told you already that I saw her go pack some stuff up and leave." Katsuki spat.

"Well lets call her then." Mina said, pulling out her phone which rang but then went to voicemail.

"Hello you've reached the voicemail of Surō Deru. She is either busy or doesn't want to talk to you, please don't leave a message at the beep *BEEP*"

"She didn't answer. Time to go look through her room!" Kaminari said. As the group traveled towards your dorm room Iida lectured them on the fact that they shouldn't go snooping through someone else's things. Kirishima opened the door to your room and a slight feeling of sadness fell over you as the smell of your room surrounded you. The light switch was turned on, Kirshima and Mina both locked eyes onto two things, your phone, and your crocs.

"She left her phone here, thats odd isn't it, Bakugo." Mina shot, only adding to his fury.

"Her bro-crocs... HER BRO-CROCS! SHE NEVER LEAVES WITHOUT THEM!" Kirishima exclaimed.

"Well I don't have her. Can I leave now." Bakugo said.

"So wherever she is she's shoeless and phoneless." Mina said ignoring Katsuki's plea to leave. After a bit more interrogation, they gave up on Bakugo and left. Midoriya stuck around in your dorm room afterwards, shutting the door after everyone was gone. His fingers wrapped lightly around you as he pulled you out of his pocket. He sat down on your bed and placed you beside him. You looked around at the room, and everything in it, towering above you, freedom had been so close only about a day ago.

"It's nice, your room I mean." Izuku spoke, causing you to look up at him.

"Thanks..." he placed his open palm next to you and you climbed on. As he slipped you back into his sweatshirt pocket you felt happy, and for the first time in a while a genuine smile spread across your face.

MASTERLIST

#mha #g/t #fanfic #bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugo x oc #bnha #UNO REVERSE

[imaginetonyandbucky]

On their first official date, Tony has a cold and ends up taking the wrong kind of cold medicine which makes him loopy but Steve kinda crashes the date trying to tell Tony he loves him before he ends up losing him to Bucky. Even doused Tony kindly but funnily rejects him but offers to buy him dinner. Bucky gives him a friendly threat saying he loves Steve, he's his bff and brother so they'll be cool but that he can't ever go after Tony.

Doped Up Date

Bucky’s heart pounded in his chest as if he were battling a levithan—not on a date with Tony Stark.

Honestly, fighting a levithan would be easier; he’d just need to grab his largest gun and shoot at the damn thing until it was dead.

How did one combat the humor and charm of Tony Stark—resist the beautiful, brown bambi eyes?

How could he win and not wave his white flag in defeat when the  red, stuffy nose on Tony’s face endeared Bucky to him?

Tony chuckled. He rested his head on Bucky’s shoulder. “You’re amazing.”

Bucky squeezed Tony’s hand. He pulled Tony close to his side. The chill off the evening seeped into his coat. If he could feel the cold then Tony could as well; he needed to keep Tony warm. It was bad enough that he had taken Tony outside when he was sick. Tony should be resting somewhere with a heater. Bucky hadn’t been able help himself when Tony had asked him out though.

He had been pouring himself a glass of milk when Tony had stumbled into the kitchen with a loopy grin on his face.

“There’s my gorgeous man.” Tony had clumsily sashayed up to Bucky. “Let’s go on a date.”

Bucky forced himself to swallow instead of spitting out the milk like it had gone sour. “Are you high?”

Tony had waved off Bucky’s question. “I took some cold medicine. Nothing strong. Date me.”

Like the weak person that he was, Bucky caved. He’d wanted to date Tony for so long, but had been too afraid to make a move due to their history. He couldn’t give up his chance at a date with Tony just because the circumstances weren’t perfect.

He also trusted that, despite a few out of character moments, Tony was telling him the truth when he said he was not high off his gourd.

(More after the break!)

“Bucky, you’re ignoring me.” Tony nuzzled Bucky’s shoulder as he whined.

“Sorry. I’m just really happy.”

Tony hummed. “That’s good.”

A violent sneeze bowed Tony’s body.

Bucky patted Tony on the back. “We should get you home.”

Tony rubbed his nose with the back of his wrist. “But we only had dinner. What kind of a date is only dinner?”

“A filling one.” Bucky slung his arm around Tony’s neck. “We’re walking under the stars.”

“On a dirty, busy sidewalk in New York.” Tony pressed closer to Bucky to avoid the two kids and their guardian rushing past.

“We could call Happy to pick us up.”

“Are you trying to kill the romance?”

“We could make out in backseat of the car.”

Tony scrunched his face. There was just something so childish and silly about the pout Tony directed at Bucky; it caused fondness and humor to course through Bucky. He kissed Tony’s temple. “A movie. You, me, and a comfy couch at home. We’ll dim the lights, grab a couple of blankets, and keep each other warm. How is that for romance?”

“Sounds better than it should be,” Tony grumbled. “It’s our first date; it should be more romantic. Flowers, sweeping music, and all that Hallmark stuff. Fireworks.”

“Watching fireworks or kissing being like fireworks?”

“Both.” Tony closed his eyes as he lolled his head back.

Bucky chuckled as he planted another kiss on Tony’s head. “Yeah, sounds like it is time to take you home.”

“I could buy fireworks, you know. I have bought fireworks.”

Bucky nodded his head and mumbled agreements. He had no doubt that Tony had purchased fireworks before.

With a gentle arm wrapped around Tony’s shoulders—or a hand tucked into Tony’s back pocket when Tony took to gesticulating—Bucky guided his sickly love home. Cuddled together, they entered the common area of the Avengers compound and took over the living room. Tony sprawled across one of the sofas and picked out the movie, as Bucky hunted down soft, fleece blankets to cocoon them in. He also fetched Tony’s medicine, much to Tony’s chagrin.

“I’m fine.” Snot dribbled out from Tony’s nose. He grimaced.

Bucky shook his head. He pulled a travel packet of tissues from his pocket then passed a tissue to Tony. “I’m sure. It’s for later when you don’t feel fine.”

Tony took the tissue. He blew his nose. “Hand sanitizer.”

“I’ll grab some while I get the popcorn.”

“My sweet prince, I would kiss you like a porn star if I weren’t carrying the plague.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Bucky grinned as he went to the kitchen. In a flash, he had a bag of popcorn popping in the microwave and was on the move to fetch a bottle of hand sanitizer for Tony as promised. Just as quick as he was to get the popcorn started, he scurried to the bathroom where, after riffling through a couple of drawers, he found the hand sanitizer.

There was a bounce to his step as Bucky returned to the living room. The soft hum of the microwave coming from the kitchen told him the popcorn was still cooking, even as the salty and buttery aroma of the light as air treat teased his senses.

A square, blond head attached to a pair of broad shoulders peeked out from behind the couch. A corded arm pillowed Tony’s head. Laughter lit up Tony’s face as he looked at Steve: the encroacher.

Insecurity opened its maw and threatened to swallow Bucky whole.

Vague memories of a time when he used to be the dashing charmer who had all the girls fawning over him flooded back to him. Bitterness assaulted his tongue as shame coiled through his being; his jealousy was so strong that he was embarrassed.

He was happy that Steve knew how to flirt and charm.

He just wasn’t happy that the person who Steve was interested in was Tony.

Be a good friend, Bucky. Be a good friend. Tony asked you out. He likes you. Don’t go caveman.

Steve cocked his head then looked Bucky’s way. “Bucky, there you are. Tony was just telling me that you two are about to have a movie night. Hope you don’t mind a third wheel.”

“And here I thought you were tired of being a third wheel.” Bucky spoke with a smile that belied his backhanded words.

“Not when I am with two of my favorite people.”

Tony snorted tersely.

Steve gave Tony a look that communicated that he had heard Tony, knew exactly what Tony was saying without uttering a word, and that despite his disapproval, he was amused by Tony’s antics.

The microwave beeped its completion.

Bucky ignored it. “You’re giving me cavities, Steve. Tony and I planned for this movie night to be just the two of us. So…” Bucky swung his arms toward the exit.

A befuddled frown crossed Steve’s features. He looked to Tony for understanding.

Tony wrapped the blankets tighter around himself. “No need to fight over me boys.” He sniffled. “I know-” Tony blinked. “…and my head is spinning. Hello, vertigo, my old friend. Oh! Friday, movie change. Get ready to play Vertigo.”

Bucky marched over to Tony. He tucked the bottle of hand sanitizer into the space where sofa cushion met armrest. Bucky splayed his flesh hand across Tony’s forehead. “You’re not burning up.”

Tony nuzzled Bucky’s hand. “It’s just the mucus forming crystals in my head.”

“Are you sure?” Steve leaned into Tony’s space.  His brows knitted together. “Maybe we should cancel movie night tonight. You need your rest, Tony. I’ll take you out to the movies some other night. What do you say? We can make it a date.”

A part of Bucky applauded Steve for his new and improved pick up skills. Another part of Bucky screamed in horror. With just a few sentences, Steve had brought an end to Bucky’s date while simultaneously asking Tony out.

Steve was devastating him.

Tony huffed. He put his hand on Steve’s cheek and pushed him away. “I know thanks to that serum you are immune to the common cold but please stay out of my face.”

Steve frowned but kept his distance. “I’m worried about you, Tony.”

“Bah.” Tony tossed a corner of the blanket over his head. The fleece covered half his face. “Everyone is such a worrywart!” Tony twisted. He flung his arms open at Bucky. “Come to me, beautiful. Sick people need warmth.”

“Yeah, you were right about not needing more medicine.” Bucky went around the couch. He plopped himself on the other side of Tony. Tony embraced Bucky like he was Tony’s long lost teddy bear. Happiness curled in Bucky’s stomach like a contented cat. It was nice to be wanted. It was wonderful to be wanted by Tony.

Steve touched Tony’s shoulder. Genuine concern contorted his face. “Tony, I’m really worried. I love you; I don’t want to see you hospitalized because we didn’t take care of you.”

“That’s a sweet love confession, Steve, but my weak, barely functional heart belongs to this darling raccoon over here.” Tony pecked Bucky on the lips. “I really hope you are immune to the common cold, otherwise that was a lot more disgusting than I thought it would be in my head.” Tony sniffled.

Red-nosed, watery-eyed, and a voice that was slowly but surely becoming raspy, and Tony was still the person Bucky most wanted to kiss on the planet. He was a smitten man; he did not mind.

“Tony, I’m serious,” Steve’s tone hardened.

“So am I.” Tony lightly kicked Steve’s knee. “Shoo, shoo. Go pine for me in another room, or make another super boy band to fight against mine, whatever it is you do to cope.”

Steve shook his head. “You’re delirious.”

Tony closed his eyes and groaned. When he opened his eyes again, a shade of the sharp wit that he usually carried shimmered in his eyes. He turned on Steve. “Steve, if I am hospitalized it will be from blue balls, because right now, I am trying to get in your best friend’s pants, and you are cockblocking me.”

Steve’s head jerked back as if struck. He blinked rapidly like a cartoon character then stared at Tony and Bucky.

“You two are dating? Really dating? This isn’t a joke?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “We are trying to.”

“Yeah, third wheel and the love confessions are making it a little hard,” Bucky said.

Steve stiffened. Red tinged the tips of his ears. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Love confession? Really?”

“You said, ‘I love you,’” Bucky argued. He wasn’t going to let Steve off the hook for intruding on his date with Tony.

Tony nodded.

“I say ‘I love you’ to both of you all the time.” The red traveled down Steve’s eartips to his neck. Steve’s jaw set stubbornly.

“No, you don’t,” Bucky said.

“Yes, I do.”

“Friday,” Tony chimed in. “Has Steve ever said ‘I love you’ to Bucky or me before now?”

“I have no record of Steve Rogers saying ‘I love you’ to either of you; however, my records do not account for times that he was outside of my hearing range.”

Tony smirked at Steve. “Don’t try to say that every time you’ve said it you’ve just happened to not be around Friday.”

“I was wrong.” Steve stood up. “You’re not sick enough to go to the hospital. You have too much energy.”

“Love you too, Steve,” Tony said.

Steve’s face turned tomato red.

Tony tilted his head so he could kiss Bucky’s cheek. “Love you more.”

Bucky’s grin cut his face in half.

“I’m going to leave you two alone.” Steve hurried for the exit, like a child who had just walked in on his parents kissing.

“Don’t go after my fella again,” Bucky hollered at Steve’s retreating back. He spoke the words playfully with an undercurrent of seriousness that he knew Steve would pick up on. Steve was his family and best friend–he loved Steve–but Tony was special. He wasn’t okay with Steve hitting on Tony.

“I wasn’t!” Steve shouted as he made himself scarce.

“Sure,” Bucky said, sarcasm dripped off the word.

Tony flopped against Bucky. “Finally! Alone at last.”

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #sick fic #jealousy #steve rogers #prompts #akira of the twilight

[soybeantree]

blossom 

pairing: mark x reader  genre/warning: singleparent!reader, teacher!mark; some soft shit word count: 7k description: soft mark as your son’s teacher. a/n:  buckle in buttercups

“Do you ever feel like your life is spiraling down a black hole headed nowhere?” “No. Is that an adult thing?”

 The young boy sitting across the table from you asks, pausing in his breakfast consumption. Sighing, you put down your spoon and shake your head. “No, I think it’s a me thing. Your mom is a mess. Have I apologized to you lately that you ended up with me as a mom?” The young boy chuckles and shakes his head. “You’re a great mom and a beautiful mess.” He says as he stands up and clears his dishes, heading for the sink. “I’m a blessed mess.” You call over your shoulder as you stand up. “It’s the only way I could end up with a kid like you.” You add as you follow your son’s example and place your dishes in the sink. As you start to rinse them off, you catch sight of the clock. “Oh, shhh-It’s time to go!” You save yourself, shooting your son a smile. The kid shakes his head. “Swear jar.” “I didn’t say it.” “Swear jar.” His arms cross his chest, and his feet stand firm. Your cause is lost. “Fine. Go grab your jacket and backpack. And hurry about it!” You call as he disappears into his room. Heading towards the annoyingly large glass jar which sits in the far corner of your living, you dump all of your change into it. The jar is nearly full, and the sight makes you cringe. The past few weeks at work have been stressful, leading to your statement at breakfast and the full jar. While you hope the trend won’t continue, reality leads you to believe otherwise. You do need to find a better outlet for your stress though, or you’re going to end up broke. “Mom!” “Coming.” You rush to the entryway, slipping on shoes before dashing out the door your son is so kindly holding open. His school is close by, the reason you chose the apartment. He insists that being ten he is old enough to walk to school by himself. You insist that being twenty-eight you are not old enough for him to walk to school on his own. You plan on living a long and healthy life, and if something happens to him, you’ll either end up dead from grief or in jail for vengeance. So the two of you walk to school together. These couple minutes are sacred to you. With all the stress and demands of work, time with your son is scarce, so you take advantage of every minute you have. “Alright, what do I need to know about this coming week?” You ask as you head down the street. Your son walks silently beside you, fiddling with the zipper on his jacket. “What is it?” You ask at his hesitation. “We are currently in a full honesty, no judgment zone. Didn’t you see the sign we just passed?” You gesture over your shoulder to the non-existent sign behind you. He cracks a smile and shakes his head. “There was no sign mom.” “Okay, but my point still stands.” Taking a deep breath, he starts. “I want to make a deal with you.” His eyes dart to yours, and you nod urging him to continue. “If you say yes, you can take back all the money in the swear jar.” The money in the swear jar is designated for charity. You two had come up with this deal when he was in first grade and was sent to the principle’s office for swearing in class. You had been mortified but were even more mortified when you realized it was your fault. That day you had told him that swearing in school was not okay and promised that you would stop swearing, and that ff he caught you swearing, then you would put all the change in your wallet into the swear jar. Once it was full, you would take all the money and donate it to the charity of his choice. While you hadn’t been able to keep your promise as diligently as you would have liked, you two had donated quite a bit to charities. “Kid, that money-” He holds up his hand though, and you zip your lips. It’s his time to talk. “At the end of the month, we’re going to have a choir concert.” Everything within you plummets as your mind follows the path he’s laying out. “Minnie’s mom was supposed to help with the costumes and the set, but she broke her arm and can’t. Mr. Mark can’t do it all by himself, and he asked if any other parent’s might be able to help. I know you’re busy with work, but no other parent’s can help and if Mr. Mark doesn’t get any help then we can’t do the concert and-and…” His shoulders heave, and his eyes start to glisten, and you stare back at him helpless. Ever since that first day when the doctor placed this tiny bundle in your arms, you’ve been helpless whenever you look in those eyes. “Okay.” “Okay? You’ll do it!” He bounces on his feet, smiling up at you so brightly, and you know if you could you would give this kid the world. “Yes, yes, I’ll do it.” “Mr. Mark will be so happy.” He beams as he starts to skip down the street. “Mhm.” You nod as you follow him at a more moderate pace. Mr. Mark. Mark Tuan was your son’s first grade teacher, the one who had sent him to the office for swearing. He was there when you came to pick him up. Your son had been in tears. He hadn’t realized what he said was a bad word. Mommy said it all the time. He didn’t want to be a bad kid. Mark had sat beside him, telling him that just because he said a bad word didn’t mean that he was a bad kid. People made mistakes. He just needed to learn from his mistake, so that way he didn’t make them again. Standing down the hall watching the interaction, your mind was a war of emotions, the chief being mortification. You were mortified that you were teaching your son to cuss; that because of you, he felt this way about himself; and that Mark witnessed it all. The second emotion was gratitude. You were grateful that Mark was the one who witnessed it, that he would sit with your son and comfort him, and that he had somehow found a way back into your life. Fate is funny, you think as you give your son a kiss and send him off to school. While the goodbye embarrasses him as it would any ten year old boy, he lets you do it every morning. Because, as he has told you so many times, his love for you is greater than any embarrassment. You hope it’s something he learned from you. That cussing isn’t the only thing you’ve taught him.  Your love for him is greater than any embarrassment. You wish it was the same for your family. Heading towards the nearby bus stop, your mind wanders through old memories. You were young when you had your son. Fresh out of high school, you found out you were pregnant. You were unwed and unemployed with only your family to lean on, except you couldn’t. They wouldn’t let you. Coming back from another unsuccessful job hunt, you had found a suitcase on your parent’s doorstep with all your clothes in it. Your father wasn’t pleased with what had happened you could tell that by his stony silence and your mother was always looking away when you entered a room, but they were your parents. They should love you more than any embarrassment. You had stood on their doorstep, pounding on the door and screeching until night fell. But the door never opened. They probably weren’t even home. They had kicked you out and fled. You collapsed against the door, staring at the sliver of moon which hung in the sky. That’s when Mark came. You had known Mark your whole life. He lived down the street from you and was by far the coolest kid on the street. All the boys wanted to be his friend and all the girls wanted to be his girl-friend. He was your first crush and your first love. Being two years older than you, he had already gone off to college. So when he came and crouched down in front of you, you were shocked to see him. He had undoubtedly heard you screaming, the whole neighborhood had, but he didn’t say anything about it. He didn’t ask about it or offer any false words of hope. Instead, he held out a hand and asked if you wanted to grab something to eat. As you board the bus, you smile at the memory. His face had shone with kindness, but all you wanted was to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone and stop trying to be nice. With him there, you couldn’t curl up in a little ball and cease existing. But you said none of that. You couldn’t. While the thing inside you was probably no bigger than a grain of rice, it needed you. Without you, it couldn’t survive, and you refused to abandon it. Your love for it would be greater than any embarrassment. So you took Mark’s hand and let him pull you up. He grabbed your suitcase and, with his hand still wrapped around yours, started walking down the street. He did all the talking which was shocking because he never talked. Mark was always the quiet, mysterious type, but tonight he was a fountain of words. He told you about how he was studying to be a teacher and about his roommate Jinyoung who was also pursuing education. The two of you headed to a local restaurant, and over a steaming bowl of soup, he continued to speak. Eventually, you started talking too and joking. He never asked about the pregnancy or made any comments about it. For one night, you were able to just be you. After dinner, he offered you his sister’s room for the night. Being older than him, she had already moved out. Hesitant, you declined, but he assured you his parents wouldn’t mind. Having no other options, you relented and agreed. His parents didn’t mind. They welcomed you in with open arms, showing you the spare room. A towel lay folded neatly on the bed with little bottles of shampoo and soap. After a warm shower, you laid down and fell asleep instantly. The next morning, you woke before any of them. During your shower the night before, you had accepted the truth. The life you had lived before came to an end when the second pink line appeared. Your parents made it very clear you no longer had a place here, and you couldn’t live of the Tuan’s kindness forever. Before they could wake and talk you out of your decision, you left with only a note to thank them for their kindness. Life was hell after that. Working, raising a kid, and putting yourself through college, you wonder how you did it. There were lots of tears and sleepless nights, but you survived. After all your hard work, you were able to land a good job and send your son to a good school. He loved his school, especially his teacher Mr. Mark. It wasn’t until that first parent-teacher conference that you realized Mr. Mark was your Mark. That had been a fun night, followed by more fun nights. Over the school year at different functions, you and Mark had filled each other in on those years since you left. He regaled you with the tales of him and his friends, and you allowed him a glimpse of your hell. Feelings you had thought long dead floated to the surface. They weren’t the same though. The infatuation of a young girl had matured into respect and appreciation and desire. For a time, you entertained your childhood fantasies. Then your son swore. Standing there watching Mark comfort him, you were thrown back to that day on your parents doorstep. After all those years and all that hell, you were still the same girl who needed Mark to step in and help her up. You couldn’t face him after that. The feelings which had surfaced, you forced back down. Your son graduated to second grade and your interactions with Mark dwindled until your son decided to join the school choir. For years, the school choir had been run by a kind old man who had lost his hearing at some point during his tenure. No one had the heart to tell him though. But, before your son’s third grade, the old man announced that that year would be his last. Mark, a music minor, was unanimously elected as his successor, and your son was one of the first kids to sign up the next year. Now, you see Mark on a weekly basis. Thus far you have successfully limited your interactions to polite greetings and small talk. Stepping off the bus, you acknowledge that moving forward this will no longer be the case. The two of you will be working closely until the concert. The feelings you sunk, stir at the prospect, but you force them to still. Mark has always been a pleasant fantasy, but you live in the real world and have dealt with too much shit to indulge in fantasies.

Later that week, you sit hunched over a sewing machine as you curse under your breath. The damn bobbin keeps messing up, and if you have to re-thread the needle one more time, you’re likely to shove the whole thing off the table. Believing the school would have adequate equipment for the task at hand, you left your beautifully functioning sewing machine at home. The mistake would not be repeated again. Next time, you would bring it. 

Needle re-threaded, you run the cloth through the machine, only to hear the whir and feel the tell-tale tug. Before the machine can meet the floor, long hands pull it out of your reach. Glancing up, you find Mark standing above you. A smile tugs at his lips, but he forces them to still. He wants to appear serious. “Would you be able to help me with the set pieces? I’ve finished cutting them out. I just need someone a little more artistic to paint them.” Sewing had offered you the opportunity to distance yourself from Mark, but if you spend any more time with that machine, you’ll end up owing the school a new machine. Maybe that’s what you should do with the swear jar money this time around. You muse, chuckling to yourself. “What?” Mark’s eyes catch yours. “Nothing, I was just- it’s nothing. I’ll just get started on those set pieces.” You stand heading over to the cut-outs. The less talking you do the easier all of this will be. You grab a nearby paint brush and bucket and begin outlining the branches. Mark settles next to a fence as an uncomfortable silence falls. “Do you mind if I put on some music?” Mark’s voice breaks the silence. Your brush streaks across the tree leaving an ugly stain. You hadn’t expected him to speak. Determined to escape the awkwardness, you had filled your mind with everything you had to do for work. “No, I don’t mind.” You clear your throat. “It’s fine.” Music starts as you try to fix your mistake. The two of you continue to work, as the music pushes the silence back. However, the awkwardness remains and grows worse as the night drags on. You continually check your phone, hoping hours have ticked by. But only minutes have passed. “Mom!” Your sons voice enters the room, and you glance up from the bush you’re working on. A relieved smiled slips on your face. Today’s torture is coming to an end. “Hey, sweetie. How was studying at Minnie’s?” You ask as you start to gather up the brushes and paint. Not able to physically help with the concert, Minnie’s mom had offered to watch your son while you worked. “I finished all my homework.” He beams. “You did? Good job, kiddo.” “Yes…” A glint appears in his eyes. Pushing off the floor, you cross your arms and nod for him to continue. “Since I finished all my homework, I was wondering if we could go and get some ice cream.” He fixes you with those eyes, and you tell yourself that he earned a treat. You’re not being a pushover. “Okay,” He fist bumps the air before you can finish, “We can get ice cream.” You chuckle as he proceeds to do the dorky victory dance he learned from you. “But first, help me clean up. We don’t want to leave this mess for Mr. Mark.” “Oh, Mr. Mark,” he turns to his teacher, “do you want to get ice cream with us?” The invitation should have been obvious. You should have waited to agree until after you left. Now the invitation hangs in the air, and you can’t face Mark. You can barely face your son for fear he will read too much in your expression. Smoothing your face, you turn to Mark with a simple smile. “You’re more than welcome to come with us.” “Sure, I can always eat ice cream.” He returns the smile. Drawing on a strength you didn’t even know you possessed, you manage to keep the smile on your face and nod. With the three of you working together, you finish the clean up in minutes. Down the street from the school is a local ice cream shop which has been run by the same family for generations. Here you three head for the promised treat. Your son is quick to order chocolate fudge, requesting a second scoop when he thinks you’re not paying attention. He receives one scoop with sprinkles. You request the more moderate vanilla. Mark completes the trio with cookies ‘n cream. Outside the shop, benches and tables sit clustered around a little wishing well. Your son plops onto a chair, and you settle on the bench across from him, failing to realize your mistake until Mark exits the shop with his cone in hand. The cluster your son has chosen only has the chair he occupies and the bench under you, leaving the only available seat beside you. Glancing at your son, you find that glint in his eye as he slowly licks away at his ice cream. “Do you mind?” Mark asks gesturing to the accursed spot. You shake your head scooting over until the arm rest bites into your side. Mark lowers himself, careful to keep an arms width of distance between you two. “Mr. Mark?” Your son asks. Mark motions for him to continue. “Did you really know my mom when she was little?” Sputtering turns to coughing as you choke on your ice cream. Mark pats you gently on the back, but you wave him off. “Sorry.” You cough. “Wrong pipe.” “Ummm…” Mark glances at you, but you wave him off again as you regain your breath. “Uh, yes. We grew up in the same neighborhood.” He turns his attention to your son. “What was mom like when she was little?” “We didn’t know-” “She was very independent,” He cuts you off, “like she is now.” “Really? How so?” “There’s one thing I remember from when we were really young. She would wander away from her house all the time, and the whole neighborhood would know when it happened because her mom would rush out of the house screaming. Everyone would start looking for her, and she would be somewhere different every time. When she finally returned home, her mom would rage at her.” “Mom!” Your son accuses. “And you won’t even let me walk to school by myself.” “Do as I say not as I do. Have you ever heard that expression?” You defend your protectiveness. “I was lucky that nothing happened to me.” Mark clears his throat before taking another bite of ice cream. You eye him. “What?” “You weren’t always lucky.” He mumbles, but you still hear him. At your bewildered expression, Mark continues more clearly. “There was one time I saw you wandering, and there was this guy. He made me feel uneasy, so I went and got my dad. And he reported the man to the police.” The knowledge sends a chill racing down your spine, and you stare at him horrified. “After that, I would always keep an eye on your door, and if you ever went wandering I would follow behind.” “You did?” Clearing his throat, he nods, but he doesn’t meet your eyes. “So you were my mom’s guardian angel?” Mark chuckles. “I wouldn’t say that. I was just worried something might happen.” His focus goes to his ice cream as he continues to chip away at it. You stare at him and then a crack in the sidewalk until your ice cream drips onto your hand. Cursing in your head, you lick up the mess and make quick work of the frozen treat and cone. Your son works more slowly, that glint in his eye ever present, so you hurry him along and excuse yourself from the situation. You need to get home before any other secrets come to light.

At work the next week, you sit through yet another meeting. This one thankfully marks the end of the project you’ve been slaving over for the past month. You wish your boss would show his gratitude for your teams hard work, by not having a meeting. Glancing at your co-workers, you can tell they are of the same mind set. Your boss does end the meeting earlier than usual though which everyone applauds. 

As you gather your things and prepare to return to your desk, you hear your name called. Your boss stands on the other side of the room a smile on his face. That smile sends your stomach plummeting. It means more work for you. With this project completed, you had hoped you would receive a reprieve from your overloaded schedule, but you seem to be luckless.

“I’m sorry sir, could you repeat that?” He chuckles at your bewilderment. “I want you to head our new office.” “If I’m not mistaken, that office is in a different country.” He nods. “Of course the promotion comes with a move, but the company would assist with your relocation, and you would be allotted a housing stipend.” The offer is an honor, recognition for all the work you’ve put in. Everyone knew about the new office opening, and the office gossip had all been supposition about who would helm it. You had never given consideration to the idea that it would be you. While work can be exhausting, you are content where you are, and you believed the company was content to keep you where you are. “This is a big change, sir. Could I have some time to think about it?” “Of course, we don’t have to announce anything for another two weeks. Take your time think it over, but I’m sure you’ll find the benefits outweigh any minor inconveniences you face now.” His smile broadens as you nod. Exiting his office, you find your co-workers packing up and saying their farewells. A glance at the clock confirms that the workday has come to an end. You breath a sigh of relief. After that bombshell, you wouldn’t have been able to focus on anything. Grabbing your own bag, you head out of the building to your bus stop. The bus ride home is spent in silence. You watch the world pass by, but notice nothing as your mind weighs the benefits against the “minor inconveniences”. While your boss saw them as minor, you did not see them the same way. Moving meant leaving the apartment you had worked for years to be able to afford. It meant tearing your son from his school and his friends. It meant uprooting the life you had worked so hard to achieve. Did the benefits really outweigh what you would have to give up? You would have a new apartment, probably better than the one you had now, but it wouldn’t be the apartment that you had walked by every day for three years, promising yourself that one day you would live there. Your son would make new friends. The new city would have a good school, maybe a better one than he went to now, but Mark wouldn’t be there. That last thought stills you, and you almost miss your stop. Hoping off the buss, you start towards the school, but the familiar path is a blur as you try to rid Mark from your mind. He doesn’t fit into any of your plans and isn’t one of the “minor inconveniences”. Your relationship with Mark ends at the school gate. As you approach that gate, you find your son standing there talking with Minnie and a few of his other friends. When he notices you, he says his goodbyes and heads towards you. “How about a hug today, kiddo?” You hold your arms open wide, and after a moments hesitation, he walks into them. Squeezing him tight, you breath deeply. “You know I’m the only kid my age whose mom still hugs him?” He mumbles into your shoulder. “That’s either because they don’t want to be hugged or because their moms don’t love them as much as I love you.” You reply, releasing him. He gives you a look, causing you to chuckle. “I was thinking BBQ for dinner tonight. What do you think?” “Really? Yes! Let’s go!” He starts off down the street before you can change your mind.

Sitting at the table waiting for the waitress to bring your drinks, you prepare yourself for the coming conversation. This move will affect him just as much as it affects you. He has a right to know what’s coming and to add his input. 

“Mom, what is it?” His question startles you and draws your attention to him. “What?” “You keep staring at nothing and sighing, and you said we could have BBQ tonight. Something is going on.” Your poker face never was the greatest. Nodding, you begin. “I’ve got some good news, but it could also be bad news.” He nods for you to continue. “My boss called me into his office today to offer me a promotion.” His eyes go wide, and he beams at you. “That’s awesome, mom! You’re the best worker at the company. You deserve a promotion. Why is that bad news?” “The promotion means we have to move.” “Where?” “Another country.” Silence. He stares at you, the joy from moments before washed away by this revelation. “Sweetie-” “Mom, we can’t move to another country. What about my friends and my school and our apartment, and everyone here. We can’t leave all of that.” His voice is a squeak, evidencing the boy he still is. He stares at you with those eyes, and you feel your inside crumble. “I know we would have to give up a lot, and I know that would be hard. But, there are a lot of good things that would come with the new job and the move. We would find you a new school, and you can make new friends. I would be making more money which means that we would be able to do more fun things like go on vacations and adventures.” “Would you be working as much?” You’d be working more. The answer shows on you face. He snorts, crossing his arms. “We won’t be going on any adventures. You’ll be too busy working, and I’ll be home alone with no friends.” “Kiddo, you’ll make-” His glare cuts you off. He’s angry, and he has every right to be. “I think we should both give this some serious thought, and then we can talk about it again.” His response is a huff.

Working with your sewing machine is a relief. If you had to struggle with the demon school machine, you would have gone on a rampage. The promotion has been dominating your thoughts, robbing you of sleep and leaving you peevish. You’ve weighed the pros and cons a thousand times and come to no satisfactory conclusion. Your son is firm in his resolution to stay and refusing to speak to you which irritates your aggravated state. You’re a toe stub away from a full melt down. 

A knock, knock on your work table draws your eyes to Mark who is standing above you with a two steaming mugs in his hand. “Tea?” He offers. While you should say “no” and return to your work because being around Mark isn’t helping your situation, you straighten, stretching the muscles in your back, and reach for the mug. The warmth spreads through your aching fingers, and you sigh as you breath in the tea’s earthy smell. The steam caresses your face, relaxing the muscles. “Thank you.” You mumble as you bring the mug to your lips. “You know even Okoye needed the help of the Dora Milaje when she took on Killmonger.” He states as he perches on the edge of the table. You snort, nearly spilling tea down your front. “What?” “Okoye is the greatest warrior Wakanda has, but she was still able to accept the help of her fellow warriors.” He says, taking a sip from his own mug. “I’m sorry. Are you using a Black Panther analogy to tell me that it’s okay to accept help?” You raise an eyebrow at Mark as you lean back in your chair. Mark smiles and shrugs his shoulders. “It got you to smile didn’t it?” The smile, he referenced, thins to a line, but you can’t keep the edges from tugging upward. “So it at least accomplished one of it’s tasks.” “And the other was to get me to accept help?” “To let you know that you can.” His eyes hold yours, and you feel yourself falling back through time to that day on your parent’s doorstep. The last day you had accepted anyone’s help. “Are you offering again?” Your eyes fall from him as you set the mug on the table, your fingers fiddling with it’s handle. “I’ve never stopped.” His voice is light, and you can hear the smile in it. But the words lay heavy on your shoulders. “Mark-” But you don’t know what to say after that. Does he want you to apologize? Do you want to accept his help? You don’t even know what you want?   “I hear congratulations are in order.” He says sparing you from your unfinished thought. “What?” “Your son told me that you’ve been offered a promotion.” Mark explains. The action shouldn’t surprise you. Your son has been attached to Mark since his first day of school. He’s the first solid male figure in his life. “What else did he say?” Mark pauses, his eyes drifting to a corner of the room. “You said it was okay to accept your help, Mark.” You don’t look at him as you speak, and the words burn on the way out. But you say them in the hopes of alleviating your ever mounting stress. “He won’t talk to me. I’d like to know how he’s feeling.” “He doesn’t want to move. He’s afraid he’ll be alone because he won’t have any friends and you’ll be too busy to spend time with him.” Your son is shy. A truth which you have buried as you’ve contemplated your decision. His fear is well-founded, and it rips at your chest. “You don’t think I should take it.” The irritation that’s been gnawing at you bleeds into your words, turning them from a question to an accusation. Mark holds up his hands in a gesture of surrender, and with a simple smile says, “I think you should do what you think is right.” He relaxes his arms, folding his hands on his lap. His smile and demeanor fit his words, supporting them, but his eyes don’t. His smile doesn’t reach them and an emotion resides in them which sets your heart racing. The emotions which you have been suppressing for years burst forth, and you find yourself asking, “How do you feel about this, Mark?” The question encompasses more than this moment and this decision. The question goes back years to when you were kids growing up in the same neighborhood. You ask him how he feels, but really you want to know why he followed you all those days, why he offered you a hand and a place to stay, why he was with your son at the principle’s office, and why he keeps showing up in your life. “I don’t want you to go.” The answer is simple and soft. No loud declaration or demand. “What?” “I’ve never wanted you to go, but I understand that just because I want you to stay doesn’t mean you should.” He smiles, shattering everything inside of you. “Why?” The question is pointless and self-serving, but you have to know, want to hear him say it. “Because I love you. I have since that first day I followed you on your wanderings.” Tears leak from your eyes, evidence of your wreckage within. “I-I...” You stutter as your brain shifts through the rubble for a response. “I have to go.” You stand up, grab your bag, and run like you did back then like you always do.

“It’s time to go.” Your son informs you. They’re the only words he’s spoken to you in the last week.

You catch his eyes in the bathroom mirror and give him a smile as you nod. “I’ll be ready in just a minute.” His lips remain a thin line as he turns and heads for the door. A sigh forces the air from your chest and slumps your shoulders. After a final check of your make-up, you head out of the bathroom and towards the front door where your son is waiting. He fixes his eyes on  the door as he waits for you to slip on your shoes, and he is out the door the second they are on. He keeps two steps ahead of you the whole way to the school. “How much longer do you plan to keep this up? If we move, are you never going to speak to me again?” “You’re going to take the job.” He whirls around to face you with tears welling in his eyes. Clearing your throat, you respond, “I didn’t say that. I just wanted to know.” “If I say ‘yes’, can we stay here?” Hope has replaced the tears, and you find it wrenches your heart more. “We should hurry. I don’t want you to be late.” You start to walk again, and your son plods along behind you.

The concert is beautiful. The costumes, the set, the singing. Everything turned out perfectly. But you notice none of it. Your attention is split between your son who whispers and giggles with his friends during each song break and Mark who directs the boys with a patient smile. 

Since the night he confessed, you have kept your distance from him, not even helping with the final set up for the concert. Mark never texted or called about your absence. He allowed you your space like he always does. Staring at the most important person in your life and the person who has always been beside you, you make your decision. The weight which has rested on your shoulders since your boss offered you the promotion lifts instantly. You exhale all the stress and smile as you sit back and enjoy the rest of the concert. When the last song is sung and the children take their bows, you stand up and applaud with the rest of the parents. Your son finds you in the crowd. His smile pushes his cheeks into his eyes, and he practically glows with pride. But all too soon, memory returns, and he whips his attention from you. You continue to applaud though until the children take their final bow and exit the stage. Leaving your seat, you head back stage to share your decision with your son. Before you can reach him though, you run into Mark. He freezes when he sees you, and you mirror the behavior. Clearing his throat, he nods to you and continues on his way. “Mark.” He stops. “Can I talk to you?” He turns his eyes finding yours. The way he looks at you stills your heart and stops your breath. He’s searching, and you wonder what he sees. Whatever he saw causes him to nod again as he walks towards you. He leads you to a small alcove which allows you both a modicum of privacy. Standing a few feet apart, Mark starts talking, “If this is about what I said the other night, I want to-” You hold up a hand stopping him. “I’m sorry.” You apologize, staring him straight in the eyes though your mind screams in protest. “I’m sorry I ran then and that I ran all those years ago. I tell myself that I’m strong and independent but most of the time I’m just scared. And I act out of fear. Even as I say all of this to you, I’m scared,” you release a shuddering breath but continue, “but I’m tired of letting my fear control me. I love you too, Mark. I’ve loved you since before I can remember.” The truth flies from your lips leaving you with only fear as you study Mark’s face. He smiles, not big and bright but small and sad. Watching him, your heart plummets. “What I said that night is the truth. I love you, but I know that just because I love you doesn’t mean I can stop you from doing what is best for you.” You blink as your mind works to unravel the meaning behind his words. His response was unexpected and unwanted. Searching his eyes, realization strikes. “The job. You’re talking about the job.” You chuckle to yourself which furrows Mark’s brow. “I’m not taking the job, Mark.” “If it’s because of me…” You both know the end of the sentence. You smile up at him, and yours is big and bright. “It’s not because of you. Well, it’s not fully because of you.” Your smile eases as sensibility asserts itself. “I would be lying if I said you didn’t play into my decision. “The truth is it really is an incredible job. It comes with more money and more opportunities. And for those reasons, I’d be a fool not to take it. But it also comes with more hours and more traveling which means less time I get to spend with my son. You pause, your eyes becoming unfocused as your mind travels back to your early years. “When he was little, and I was putting myself through that hell; I told myself it’ll be worth it. If I work hard now and put in the hours, when he’s older I won’t have to. I can have time with my son.” Glancing back up at Mark, you continue, “If I take this job, I’ll have lied to myself all those years. I only have so much time before my son goes off to live his own life. I want to spend all the time I can with him until that day. “After that day,” you shrug your shoulder, “I’ll take a job with money and opportunities and hours and traveling. So I guess, I’m not saying no. I’m saying not now.” “Not now.” Mark nods with a true smile. “Not now.” You repeat returning his smile. “So what happens now then?” “I wouldn’t be opposed to dinner.” You cock a brow. “I also like movies. Video games occasionally. They’re really good stress relievers.” Mark snorts and nods. “I’m free for dinner most nights. And I also like movies and video games.” “Do I get to go to dinner and the movies and play video games too?” Both of your heads turn to face your son who stands in front of the alcove, smiling up at you two with his hands clasped behind his back, a familiar glint in his eye. “How long have you been there?” You ask. “Long enough to know that you two love each other and we’re not moving.” He smiles up at you. You’re caught between wanting to scold him and wanting to laugh. “And you didn’t think you should announce your presence?” “No.” Mark laughs, and you glare at him, but he continues. Shaking your head, you rub your eyes. “I’m hungry. Are you both hungry?” Glancing between the two, you find them both agreeing. “Good. Then let’s go to dinner, and we can talk about all of this there.” Your son smiles wide and heads for the door. As you start to follow him, you feel a hand slip into yours. Mark meets your eyes and offers you a simple smile. You return the smile and fall into step with him as you two head after your son.

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"Little Red"

-mafia godmothers!au snipet #1-

(Warning: Graphic depiction of violence)

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City of Remnant, Vale district. 9:00 pm. A tall red headed man carrying a cane, followed by a tiny girl with long wavy hair of pink and brown, walking down the darkened streets. Roman Torchwick, the biggest crime boss in all of Vale and his trusty partner and bodyguard Neopolitan. The two had a "business" meeting scheduled for tonight, but said meeting was taking place dangerously close to his biggest rival's territory. The Belladonnas. Therefore, Roman decided it would be wise to give a call to his good old "friend", Weiss Schnee, to hire some extra "help".

The two were to meet this new hire tonight, they continued walking for a little while before stoping in front of a quiet little cafe in a backstreet. ("Is this really the place?") Neo signed at Roman in sign language with a raised eyebrow. "Yep. The ice queen told me the person she'd send us specifically requested to meet up here." The tall redhead huffed while gesturing at the small building. He opens the door. "Ladies first!" Neo rolled her eyes at the cheesy line, but flashed her dum-dum a smirk all the same as they both enter the cafe.

The place wasn't terribly packed, but still surprisingly full for this late at night. They were ten or so minutes early, so the melon hat donning duo decided to order something. Roman, a small coffee with two milk, two sugar and Neo a cappuccino with a pink glaced donut. The two sat down and began chatting. Or rather, Roman talked and Neo passively listened, seeing as she had her hands occupied by her sugary treat. "I sure hope Schnee sent us someone decent this time." He sighed, leaning back into his seat. "First that drunk jackass Qrow, then that crazed pyromaniac Cinder. Its almost as if every high ranking members in the Schnee family are either mentaly unstable or incompetent!" He said, while lighting himself a cigar. "And don't even get me started on that gingerheaded maniac with the grenade launcher!" He complained, while mashing his index against the table. Neo, having finished her donut finally replies: ("If you hate them so much then why don't we just jump ship?") "Because I don't want my testicles impaled at the tip of Schnee's rapier!" Roman retorted. "Also I don't hate them. I just hate working with them." He explained.

They're casual banter continued for a couple minutes, until they heard the cashier call out an order that made both their stomach sink. "One large moka with extra sugar and two double chocolate chip cookies!" Roman and Neo looked each other in the eyes. There was only one person that they knew of that could ever ingest such a sickening amount of sugar. Neo looked past Roman to see who was at the counter, her crunching face was all Roman needed to confirm his fears. (Please don't be who I think it is. Please don't be who I think it is!) He though to himself. Roman took a deep breath, then turned around on his chair. "Oh fuck my life." He muttered quietly.

Silver eyes.

Gothic lolita dress.

And the ever present hooded red cape.

Ruby Rose.

Weiss Schnee's bodyguard and favorite attack dog. A relatively recent arrival in the Schnee family, but already known by many names, the reaper, the collector, the blood rose. But to Roman, she was known as: "Little Red!" Roman called out with a nervous chuckle. "Its SO good to see you!" He continued with gritted teeth, while opening his arms. "Torchwick! Neo!" Ruby replied as she bounced over and put her order down on their table. "OOOOOOH I'm so happy to see you twooooooo!" She exclaimed as she exchanged hugs and cheek kisses with the both of them before sitting down. Now. From an outside view this girl seems rather cute and harmless right? On one hand she's cheerful, affectionate and as a love for milk and sweets. Cute. But on the other hand you've got: an obssession with weapons, a very large knife collection and a disturbing affinity with violence. Not so cute anymore. This girl is as sweet as she is dangerous. Two sides of the same messed up, contradictory coin. And THAT. Was the girl Torchwick and Neo had to work with. "Sooooooo." Ruby spoke up, tilting her head.

"I was told you two had a job for me?"

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After Ruby had been filled in, the three headed out and made their way to the meeting point. They took a turn into a dark alley, at which point a butterfly knife was suddenly in Ruby's hand. Causing Roman to jump a little and Neo to instinctively move in between him and Ruby. (When did she even pull that out!?) Roman though. The short girl in red just stopped and stared at them with a blank look for a bit, all while she flicked the knife to and fro. Openning and closing.

*click* *click* *click*

She took a moment to take in their unnerved expressions. Before smiling and asking in an innocent tone. "Are you guys okay?" Roman knew the girl liked to fidle with her knife, but the sight of her with a sharp object in her hand will never not but him on edge. "Y-yeah. I'm fine!" He said, quickly regaining his compossure. They then continued walking down the alleyway for a bit, Ruby continuing to open and close that knife of her's.

*click* *click* *click*

To Neo, a connoisseur of knifes and other sharp objects herself. She found the sound rather relaxing. But she also knew it made her dum-dum nervous. So Neo struck up a conversation to lighten up the atmosphere. ("So, is this a new one?") Neo signed at Ruby, pointing at the butterfly knife. "Hmm? Oh naaaah! Its the same old one I always have on me! Though I did get a really really nice looking dagger at an auction last week! Its got really cool engravings on it and-" Ruby continued to ramble on, never stopping the flicking of her knife, as Neo occassionally replied in sign language. The ceaseless chatting somehow managed to calm Roman down a bit. Until...

The three of them stopped. Dead in their tracks. Ruby stopped flicking her knife and put it away in her pocket.

Five men had appeared in front of them from around the corner. Armed with pistols and metal pipes, Belladonna thugs. Then, out of a door on the side of the alley came three other men. One much bigger them the others, weilding a broadaxe, a rogue huntsmen. "Took you guys long enough!" Torchwick spoke up in a cocky tone. "I was almost getting bored." He continued while throwing away the butt of his old cigar and lighting up a new one. The leader of the thugs walks a couple steps foward. "Bold words from someone who's surrounded and outnumbered!" The thug leader barked. "Sooo quantity over quality huh? Cute." Ruby replied dryly, her smile gone. "Huh? You trying to say something bitch!?" The thug leader spat out in a threatening manner. Roman pulls a deep puff of his cigar before speaking up. "What she's trying to say is, you're all going to die. Neo? Red? If you would."

As soon as Roman finished his sentence, the rose pulled out her torn, her scythe Crescent Rose. Then, in a flurry of rose petals, she dashed straight trough two of the five thugs in front of her, beheading one and cutting the other in half at the waist, blood gushing out of them. The three remaining thugs turned around to find Ruby behind them. Neo took this opportunity to stab one in the back, then another in the throat as he turned around. While all this was happening Roman turned to face the big guy and his two cohorts. Roman was never a big fan of fighting, thats what he has Neo around for. But alas! Getting your own hands dirty is inevitable in this career. The large thug moved towards the smug cane weilding man in front of him and took a downward swing, a very slow and predictable downward swing. Roman simply dodged to the side and retaliated by hitting the rogue huntsmen in the side of the knee. The knee produced a wet cracking sound at the impact of the metal cane causing the large thug to fall and double over in pain, much to Roman's surprise. (No aura? Looks like this is gonna be easier then I thought!) Once realising that what he saw as the biggest threat was not even a threat at all, he promptly pressed the tip of his cane onto the brute's head and pulled the trigger, blasting blood all over the concrete. The other two thugs looked at each other and started running away, Roman quickly shot one in the back and pulled the other one in with the grapple side of his cane. He wasn't going to kill this one...oh no. Roman casually slaps the weapon out of the thug's hand, then wraps his arm tightly around his shoulder. And brought him towards his two acolytes. Neo, standing amongst the dead thugs, casually wiping the blood of her blade and Ruby, with a blank expression and sharp eyes, slowly walking in circles around the terrified leader of the gang whose knees were both shot out, while dragging the tip of her scythe's bloodied blade across the ground, causing sparks to fly out. Like a shark circling its prey.

Truth be told. Ruby's job wasn't to protect Roman, it was to help him set an example. "Hey friend. You want to live right?" The crime boss gently wispered to the trembling thug, who merely knoded in response. "Alright. Then I just need you to tell miss Belladonna something for me." He said before giving Ruby a knod. To that signal, Ruby raised her scythe in the air, then swung it down sideways, slicing the thug leader's legs clean off. To which the man let out a blood curdling scream. Ruby then slowly wiped the blood off of Crescent Rose before putting it away. Then back out came the butterfly knife.

*click* *click* *click*

She flicked it absentmindedly while calmly observing the man whose legs she just cut off, he was trying to crawl away crying and panicking, but Ruby didn't stop him. She just started slowly walking circles around him again, occassionsly kicking at his open wounds just to see his reaction. Like a cat toying with at bug. This went on for one or two minutes.

*click* *click* *click*

Then the clicking of the knife stopped.

Ruby kicked the man onto his back and straddled him. Then locked her dark, empty silver eyes with his terrified, tear filled ones. Gently, she put her knife to his throat and slowly slit it open. Never breaking eye contact. She watched as life quickly drained from the man's eyes.

Then, she slowly stood up. She turned to her left to face Roman, who made sure the surviving thug could see everything very clearly. She stared at the thug with something resembling a smirk. Then the knife started to click once again.

*click* *click* *click*

"See that friend?" Roman said in a soft tone. "I want you to tell your boss everything you just saw." He followed in a more threatening voice. "I want you. To tell her. That THIS, is what happens when you mess with us. Capiche?" The thug knoded frantically, while trembling like a leaf. "Good." Roman said before letting go of the thug. "Run along now! I've got other things to attend to!" He says dismissively. For a moment the thug's legs couldn't move, he was petrified by fear, like a deer in the headlights. He couldn't take his eyes off the bloodied silver eyed girl in front of him. Girl whose subtle smirk had turned into a genuine smile. One of innocence and purity, completely out of place on the face of someone covered in the blood of people she just killed. It wasn't until Ruby pulled out Crescent Rose and shot at his feet that the thug started running. And running and running. Still earing the clicking of that damn knife echoing through the alleys.

*click*

*click*

*click*

*click*

*click*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ruby watched intently as the man ran away. Continuing to flick her bloodied knife until the sound of echoing footsteps died down.

Once everything turned quiet. She cleaned her knife and put it away once again, then stretched herself. "Hrrrrmmmm!" "I dunno about you guys but I'm pooped!" She said turning around to face Torchwick and Neo. "You guys don't need me for the actual meeting right?" Ruby said, tillting her head to the side. (The way this girl can just snap back to her usual cheerful self so quickly will never stop creeping me out...) Roman though to himself. "Nah. Your job here is done Red! You can run along now!" Roman replied as he passed some wet wipes to Ruby, which she used to clean her face and hands with. "Alright then! See yaaaaa!" The girl said as she ran off. "Oh! Remind me to treat you to some icecream for this!" Roman called out. "YAAAAAAAAAY!" Ruby exclaimed from the distance before disapearing around a corner.

"This girl just keeps getting weirder!" Roman complained, as Neo let out a silent chuckle.

#rwby #ruby rose #roman torchwick #neopolitan #mafia godmothers!au

[mysmedrabbles]

Mirrors End Part.1 [Young! Klaus]

requested: noope

a/n: heres a fic with our fave stoner boy. insp by this one drawing of klaus talking to a girl ghost. lmk if y'all want me to continue this :^))

summary: at 15, Klaus had spent more time locked in the mausoleum than he had with his own family. beyond the angry screaming of the ghosts appears a younger ghost, younger than he who tells him a chilling truth about sir reginald...

warnings: supernatural? me hurting klaus every which way possible? in depth description of attempted suicide

-mod alex

     The point was to desensitize him, to stunt him of his fear of the dead, but all that he had achieved was giving the poor fifteen year old boy a newfound fear of the living. 

     Reginald sighed in disgust as he looked at number four, his cold limp body curled up in fetal position as his eyes stared blankly ahead. He tutted, another experiment failed, what a waste of his time. Turning on his heel, he slammed the door shut, the weak whimpering of number four barely heard through the stone walls.

-

     Fear wasn’t the right word. Klaus had become an empty shell, just the physical form of what had once been a whole person; even the idea of laughing, of being in a situation that didn't cause him nightmares on the daily, where bloodthirsty ghosts didn't scream his name in vengeance... it was all but a vague memory, a wisp of a life he had once led. He shivered, pulling his knobby knees closer to his chest, tightening the baggy polyester jacket around him but to no avail. 

     A cup of soup stared threateningly at him from the other side of the room, daring him to move from his place of safety. He was almost tempted to go, but the price to pay wasn’t worth it, no matter how good Mom was at making soup, Dad was even better at beating him, at reminding him that if he had the energy to eat he had the energy to control his mind, that he wasn't trying and was simply a useless shell. It was always about control with Dad, even when it came down to the smallest details.

     One by one, he could feel the energies of the ghosts starting to appear, and with them their cries for help. Always screaming, always begging for a savior that didn’t exist, begging for someone to release them from purgatory, to let them move on to the next life. Klaus whimpered, trying to hide his being from the physical manifestations but to no avail, their faces appeared in his head, their tortured faces etched into his very essence. He remembered most of their voices, the woman who was murdered for profit, the man who killed himself out of a moment of insanity... the child who's throat was slit because he didn’t understand a foreign soldiers question. Their moans and wails echoed throughout the chamber, chorus of pain drowning out Klaus’ own whimpers.

     He could feel himself shrinking, melted twisted faces hurtling at him from every which direction. Screaming, he scrambled back, ignoring the burning pain in his ribs caused by the sudden movement. His brain went into override as he tried pushing the ghosts away, but to no avail. Sharp edges of rock dug into his bony spine, resisting Klaus’ attempts to disappear into the rock. With a sickening rip, he knew his skin had been sliced open, sliced like an antique doll made from stretched leather, but the pain could barely be noticed. Next to the cold from the mausoleum, the running warmth from blood flowing down his spine was a welcome distraction from the chorus of souls screaming his name. 

     Hot tears ran down his cheeks, clearing streaks of grime from his dirty face. Klaus couldn’t help but rock back and forth, repeatedly jamming the rock into his spine, opening the tear in his skin more and more, revealing the muscle around the bone. It was beyond stinging now, an internalized pressure forming around the wound, he could feel his heart pumping all the way in his brain, as if this had finally connected his humanity to his physical form. His vision became slightly blurrier around the edges, making the faces of the dead harder to see with each slam into the wall. Gritting his teeth to stop himself from screaming yet again, he felt himself ram his back against the wall one more time. 

     Dead would be better than going through a lifetime of this. Among the other bones in the mausoleum, thats where he belonged. Death was his curse, this was his only chance to become that which haunted him. 

     In a moment of defeat, his fathers image came into his head, the sour expression, the monocle staring disapprovingly at him, the tall figure that pushed him over and over again to the brink of insanity before dragging him back and starting the process again. 

     A new sure of rage flowed through him, hatred polluting his veins. One more time, thats all he needed. Slamming his back into the cold stone, he felt it enter his muscle, tearing everything in its pathway. An earsplitting shriek ran through the ghosts, as if they could feel Klaus’ own torture; they were his link to the world and severing that link would cause consequences beyond those of the physical realm.

     Panting heavily, Klaus dropped to the ground pimply, beating his fist to the ground with all the remaining strength he had left. Tears started to pool under his cheek, turning dirt to mud, staining the young boy. Adrenaline pumped through him and yet he could feel himself getting drowsy, a blue light coming closer and closer to him. So this is what death felt like.

     A bony hand reached out to Klaus, but not feeling anything except cold space, he realized it was a ghost. He tried to struggle, to scream, to get away from the hand that looked so much like his, so thin, so frail. Indistinctly he heard someone mutter, “Dumb bitch,” the voice said. It was that of a younger girl, one who definitely should not have been cussing. 

Gasping for air, he tried to move, to speak, but all he could manage was to close his eyes and try to accept what was coming to him. Pressure hit him repeatedly in the chest, centering around his wound. Blood started to slow, and the adrenaline started to fade, but as was the hyper state, so was the pain, like a train arriving to its station, Klaus being the empty vehicle. 

     The ghost girl rolled Klaus over face down, then slowly took him by the shoulders, propping him against a (smooth) boulder. 

     She looked at him sadly, there was sympathy in her eyes, mixed with a childish look of disgust at the unwashed boy. Furrowing her brows she offered Klaus a timid smile, “You should be fine in a few minutes,” she said hopefully.

     His head lolled as he tried to regain focus, “h-how-how-how did you- how can you touch me?” he wheezed slowly.

     She looked up for a second, studying the mausoleum like a bad memory before looking back at Klaus and sitting down next to him, replied, “I dont think you want to die,” she said. 

     Her answer was short and unhelpful, as if she wasn’t used to speaking to people. Well- she was dead, Klaus assumed she hadn’t spoken in a while. The pounding in his head subsided to a stop and he looked at the girl in front of him. She looked about ten years old, with frizzy unkempt hair and an old uniform matching his. He stared at her jacket, bar the umbrella symbol, the material and stitching looked the same. A chill ran down his spine as he stared at her. She looked cheerful now that he had more control over his neck. The girl looked at Klaus, unable to stop a grin from forming, “I can’t believe I actually did that! I mean I knew I could but I haven't done it in so long! I kept watching you here and I knew I couldn't let you die!” she laughed as if bantering with an old friend.

     Klaus leaned towards her, breathing heavily, “Wh-who are you?” he managed to whisper, inching his way closer to the young girl.

At this all the joy drained itself from her face and she smiled a haunting smile, empty and cold, almost mirroring Klaus’. She took a second before responding, 

“I’m experiment number six...dash... forty... two b,” she pronounced each word and number carefully, almost childlike, “I’m Mister Hargreeves’ daughter.”

#why do i like hurting these characters so much #klaus hargreeves #umbrella academy klaus #tua klaus #klaus #klaus tua #Klaus hargreeves tua #tua klaus hargreeves #klaus imagine #Klaus hargreeves imagine #klaus headcanons #whump #wumpee #whumper #horror #supernatural #ghosts

[p-gloria-blog]

Poor Disarray

-Paige.

My name is Disarray, I’m a serial killer. My husband is always watching, so I can’t look guilty. My daughter Vivian is mentally insane.

You're probably asking yourself, "Why would she even kill in the first place?," which is a good queston considering I have a family to take care of.

I'll tell you why I kill, I kill for the the thrill, when I'm in the middle of torturing someone, I don't have to worry about how I might have to put my daughter in a mental institution, or have to address my husbands trust issues in our close to perfect marriage.

To get back to the story, I've just got done with work and heading to my local bar, to pick up my next victim. As soon as I walk in, I see him, the bar tender.

I make sure my small red dress is in order, I close my iconic red umbrella, and walk up to the bar tender. I see his name tag, David.

“Hey, David!” I said getting his attention, “Could I please get a Jack-Coke?”

“Sure, coming right up,” he said nonchalantly.

I know he just barley started his shift, because of how he is in such a good mood. He was a short but slender man, he had his thin brown hair combed to the side, like you'd see in a cheesy romance film.

“There you go, mam’.”

“Thanks, David,” I smiled, dipping my toe into the pool that was flirting.

He smirked at me, “Hey, what’s your name?”, I could tell that he was expecting something much less exciting then what was acctually gonna happen.

“Delilah,” I said hiding my identity.

“Pretty name,” he said, continuing our flirting.

The thing with David was that he wasn't my type, but he be a perfect murder victim.

---

I got him into the abandoned basement under the bar. On the way down, I knocked him out with some anesthesia. Dragging him wasn’t that big off a chore, considering he was a smaller man. Once I have him tided up, I wake him up with some bleach on a cloth, and brought out my sharpest pocket knife.

To start the torture I made a deep slice in his left cheek. I could tell it was painful becuse the entire time he was squinting. When I was done and stepped back, I could tell he was crying.

"Oh poor David right? No, you souldn't even be crying, I have more shit to cry about then you do, but I don't," I let him know, "If I were you, I'd stop crying."

“Why are you doing this?” he pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

“Well David, for starters, I have problems just like any other person, but mine are a lot more hard to deal with,” I stated a little shaky.

"I bet all those problems were caused because you're a fucking psychopath!", He screamed, blood dripping along his jaw.

"Wow, your the most cocky victim I've ever met."

David was looking as dead as ever, he was like a vicious dog confined by a leash. I dragged the pocket knife across my thumb, I watched my blood pool on my thumb and fall onto the ground.

"What are you going to do, punish me?" David teased.

“Oh, I’m going to do a lot more than punish you,” I said while my knife came flying threw the air and sliced his neck open.

I watched blood overflow from his mouth onto his chest and onto the floor.

“Listen David, my husband is going to be wondering where I am, I’ve got to go,” I said innocently, and left without a care.

---

As I was driving home, Band-Aid on my thumb, I heard the sound of police sirens. By the time the paramedics get to David, he’d already be dead.

“Poor David,” I said obviously being sarcastic.

I started thinking about the events before David’s death. From the flirting, to me convincing him to bring me into the basement, and me knocking him out, I realized- “Fuck me!”

---

As soon as I got home, I ran into the house, trying to look as innocent as possible.

Chad, my husband and the detective who is trying to figure out who is killing all these men, was sitting at the table with our daughter, Vivian, who is shaking uncontrollably, with her long brown hair in her face.

“Hey, honey,” Chad greeted, “The man killer got another one, but this

time they left DNA.”

Chad was peering at me as though he knew something was up.

“what kind of DNA?” I asked calmly, “can they track it?”

Chad was sneering at me now, “They left a drop of blood, I have it right here,” he said waving the test tube in my face. “I have to bring it to the lab tomorrow, would you remind me?” he sweetly asked.

“Of course!” I smiled.

It got me thinking, my husband has my DNA, but he doesn’t know it’s mine. If he finds out its mine, he’ll arrest me. He usually keeps the DNA in his safe, that I don’t have the code to.

--- Vivian's POV

My father was just giving me my medicen, and explaining how I would be going to a mental institution. I was going so that I could be cured, and be normal for once. I know that they won't be able to cure me, no matter how hard the docters try.

My mom dashed in, looking pretty suspicious. I listen to my parents talk about god knows what, I started to think about how my best and only friend, Tate, was taking about how his abusive father was recently murdered, and how happy he was that he was dead.

When they were done talking, my mom walked into their room. I address my father, "Dad, I think Tate is murdering people."

"Honey, I think your thinking about this in the totally wrong way," He was trying to convince me, it wont work, "Tate isn't capibal of killing 13 different people."

"Father, anyone can do anything, thats what you've always told me."

"Fine, would it make you happy if I checked Tates house tomorrow?"

"Yes, thank you."

--- Disarray's POV

Chad just got out of the shower, as he was getting into bed I asked him, “Hey, since I’m taking Vivian to the hospital tomorrow, do you want me to bring the DNA to the lab for you?”

“Thanks, but I can do it myself, I have to check Tate's house tomorrow” he said, exausted.

"Why would you have to do that?" I asked, genuanly curious.

"Vivian thinks that he's killing all these people."

Although Vivian thinks Tate killed the 13 men, I know Chad knows that it was me, and he won't stop till I'm in prison. He's gonna bring that blood to get tested If it'd be the death of him, and I have to stop him.

---

Once Chad was asleep, I gave him a shoot of anesthesia before I dragged him into the bathtub and turned on the water, the water was as cold as ice, and as I grabbed a razor blade from the cupboard, I made sure Vivian was asleep. I turned his wrists over, and started cutting. The one thing I had to make sure of was that this was a suicide, not a murder, although a lot of wives think about killing their spouse, but few do, I'm one of the ones that don't, he did this to himself.

Once I was done, he was drowning in blood, the water was now a deep thick red, paluted with his blood. I tried to find a pulse, maybe to take it back, although he was the love of my life, but there was none. I continued to call the police and explain how my husband killed himself and that he wasn't breathing.

---

The police found my blood from David's murder scene in Chad's bag, so now I'm being charged with 14 charges of murder, so I'm going to be in here for a while.

Chad was dead three months ago, I guess that was the offical end of our marrage. Vivian is staying in a mental institute across the country. I secretly miss my old life, but I can't let anyone know, so to keep my persona, I killed 2 more woman. I know I'll have to kill more so that no one will kill me, but I'll be here a while, so I'll have time to think about my future.

[some-rfa-imagines]

TW: Blood mention!! I woke up at 2 in the AM with a bloody nose. Funny thing is, I can handle blood UNLESS it comes from my nose. A nosebleed makes me feel faint real quick, which is super inconvenient, because if I pass out I’ve just gotten blood everywhere. I spend like an hour trying to distract myself so I don’t faint. I was wondering if you could write the RFA’s reaction to something like that? It’s totally fine if you can’t, me sending a request was very impulsive. :P

lkjhgfddhgkgk what a mOOD

a) im upset bc i wrote this and then delETED IT ON ACCIDENT so im vvv sorry if it seems repetitive, im real tired and so done with rewriting kjgfddklasd

b) i’m the exact same anon! anyway, i hope you’re okay //hugs

tw: blood

Yoosung:

its approx 1:29am when you wake up to taste blood trickling down your throat

gdi not again

you quietly slip out of bed, careful not to wake yoosung as you stumble around to look for a tissue

suddenly you’re hit with a wave of dizziness and you trip, hitting the edge of the bedside table with a BANG

 “…MC? what was that?”

yoosung wakes up as your swear profusely under your breath, trying to cover your face before you get blood everywhere

he turns on the light and faces you

and promptly shREIKS

“MC OMG YOU’RE BLEEDING”

“really. i couldn’t tell.”

after getting over the initial shock, he helps you over to the bathroom, cleaning you up gently and grabbing you some tissues and a towel

how on earth did you get blood on your elbow MC

oh no wait thats just a cut from the bedside table nvm

wAIT-

he dips the towel in cold water and rests it against your neck, changing it when it gets too warm (idk thats just what i do to help my bleeding noses so ┐(´∀｀)┌)

talks with you and distracts you by drawing little patterns on your skin for as long as it takes for your body to stop inconveniencing you

will wait up all night if necessary

many tissues were sacrificed that night

Zen:

ahhhh no shit shit shit this is the worst possible time

you’re backstage at one of Zen’s shows, waiting for him when you sneeze into your elbow

when you pull away, you see the familiar red liquid and promptly sigh, holding a hand t ot. he bridge of your nose and wobbling as you get to your feet

thats when Zen bursts into the dressing room, chatting excitedly. he sees you and stops short

…..

quick say something MC!

“Nice show, Zen.” (really MC?) “Thanks babe. You alright there?” “Yep. Just peachy.” “You sure?” “Uh-huh. positive.”

you take a step forward and immediately c o l l a p s e

Zen catches you in his arms (looks like you fell for him //slapped) and guides you back to the couch, laying you down

“yeah, nope. just stay there, i’ll grab a towel and some tissues” “yeah, okay, good plan. thanks zen”

he brings you some water and chocolate and distracts you by singing and talking about what he thought went well during the show and what could’ve been done better

you give your input every once in a while, half struggling to stay awake

its ok bc even if you faint (which would still suck), Zen will still take care of you

bc he loves you

many cuddles until you feel better

Jaehee:

[she likes to consider herself a rather prepared person

but nothing could prepare her for this]

she wandered into the kitchen late at night, wondering why you weren’t in bed yet

she didn’t expect to see you passed out, sitting on a stool, resting against the sink and covered in blood.

actually screams in terror (she thought you were dead

rushes over to you and panics, immediately checking your pulse

you’re still alive, oh thank god

relief for a second before realising that jhghjk you’re still bleeding

she props you up and carries you to the bathroom, laying you down in the bathtub before washing you off

there goes that outfit rip

googles what she has to do from here bc does she wake you up? does she wait for you to wake up?? she is Not Prepared

settles on waking you up by gently shaking you and talking to you until you wake up

So Relieved when you begin to stir and open your eyes

you’re hella confused as to how you got into the bathroom but it all begins to make sense when you see jaehee sitting on the edge of the tub, worried as all hell

oh beb, MC didn’t mean to make you panic im sorry

stays with you and comforts you everytime it happens so she never has to go through that fear ever again

Jumin:

it had to be now, didn’t it? this very moment. of course. it just had to be during a celebratory ball.

you felt it coming as you chatted with some friends and you instantly began to panic

okay, okay, stay calm MC. You’ve done this before, it’s okay. everything’s okay.

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment. I just need some air.” you left the conversation, ducking into a nearby hallway and leaning against a table. you stayed like that for a while, beginning to feel faint

~meanwhile~

jumin is wandering around the ballroom, looking for you. he meets up with your friends who tell him you stepped out for a little fresh air maybe 20mins ago.

oh okay

he knew you so he knew that you were most likely fine but there was a little nagging voice in the back of his mind that told him something was wrong. so, he gave it another ten minutes or so before he began to worry

excusing himself, he stepped into the same hallway that you were in before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of you

you were collapsed in a chair, almost unconscious, with your nose still fuckin bleeding

jumin.exe has stopped working

needless to say, you immediately left the ball and went straight home

he ran his fingers through your hair as you rested, helping you wash your face and just whispering sweet nothings or sitting in silence w/ you until you finally fell asleep

contacts many doctors to figure out this problem so your health doesn’t decline

helps distract you by talking about new projects or funny things he overheard at the office or wine

Saeyoung:

oof this is untimely

you were just getting out of the shower when you glanced down and noticed a steady trickle of blood making its way down your chest

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME”

you could’ve sworn it was just water like three seconds ago

asdtyjkl now you have to go back and shower agAIN aaagghhghh

you go to hop back into the shower when you’re suddenly overwhelmed by dizziness

CRASH

seven jolts at the massive bang that echoes through the house. even saeran sends him a text to ask what the hell that was

it sounds like it came from the bathroom,,, and wait, weren’t you taking a shower?

the worst case scenarios flash through his mind and in half a second saeyoung’s up and dashing to the bathroom

when he gets there his eyes widen and he starts knocking on the door frantically

he can smell that very familiar, metallic crimson scent. (lololol seven is a bloodhound now its canon bc i said so)

“MC!! MC!! It’s me, open up!”

picks the lock when you dont get the door

literally freezes on the spot when he sees you on the floor, surrounded by bright red blood

“Holy shit, MC!!!!”

panics. a lot. he doesnt even care that you’re naked, he needs you to wake up and now. he needs you not to be dead.

basically faints from relief when you groan in pain, bringing a hand to your head to shield your eyes from the light.

“seven, what are you doing in here?” “i thought you were dead MC!” “huh? ah- oh… that… i’ll explain that later… first could you, uh, hand me my towel?” “What? …!”

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

anyway, he shows you all his gadgets whenever you have a bleeding nose so you don’t have a repeat of the above incident.

he helps you clean up the blood afterwards. he’s,,,, surprisingly good at it,,,,

whoops i had a nap while rewriting this

Askbox Open || Requests Open || i love feedback! and also pls chat w/ me i’m v lonely

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[merlinthoughts]

Season 1 Episode 5 - Lancelot<3

- YES BBG’s IT'S MY BOY LANCE

- he’s one of my fav characters u guys don't even KNOW

- like yah okay, i've only seen hiM FOR ONE EPISODE

- but he’s the light of my life

- and he may not even come back but he looks like a character that would come back especially if the fucking ep is named after him

-  oh damn, i sure hope he does

- and goes into arthurs posse of knights or whatever, replacing val

- or what valerie was gonna be

- idek, lets get to it bc i could go on for days just picturing lance as a main character while continuously expressing my love for him

- BUT NOTHING ELSE OBVIOUSLY BC THIS IS NOW A CATHOLIC WEBSITE

- tumblrs trynna urge me to go with them nasty thoughts

- you wish tumblr

- you WISH you can ban me

- u can't live without sucking dick >:(

- wow slow down shev... wow okay sorry. christianism. i forgot

- it got the best of me

- back to the episode!

- omg it's buckbeak why he making a cameo in merlin??

- my inner potterhead(uwu) is coming out i hate this

- bet you can't guess which house i'm in ;)

- it's fucking slytherin, it's literally so obvious

- hissshiss motherfuckers

- ew guys

- this is so hard to type considering my fucking ‘-’ button (called a dash for u furries who only see a face) is broken and i have to literally smash it to make it work, so i'm just insanely typing up the next dash by screaming at my keyboard that i can't fucking fix

- and i have so many dasHES TO DO!

- that made no sense bc yall aren't living in my socks at the moment

- BUT I'M DYING IT'S SO HARD TO JUST GET IT TO PRESS

- fuck it copy paste, my best friend, you always come when the time is needed

- LANCELOT LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL

- lowkey looked like that guy from the 100 though

- but better

- nothing against baloney of course

- lancelot literally just introduced himself, the camera panned in onto his chest, then he proceeded to faint or some shit with the camera still zoomed on his chest, and merlin reached up to grab his shirt, probably to yank it the fuck off and the opening credits rolled up. wtf was that scene.

- WAIT I REWINDED IT

- it's not supposed to be a zoom in of his chest lmao, my hoe ass thought we had a little fanservice for a second, but there's a big mushroom-looking blood stain on his shirt which i guess is supposed to mean he's fucking dead so it's not all that confusing anymore

- when was he stabbed tho?

- whatever. shit always goes down in BBC that's often unexplainable.

- “it had claws, wings…” arthur stops his sentence melodramatically while uther looks terrified. “and.. what?” WHAT UTHER?? WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?? YOU THINK ARTHURS  GONNA BE LIKE “FANGS, STEVE BUSCEMI'S EYEBALLS, DANNY DEVITO’S HAIRLINE, TALKS LIKE JOHN MULANEY?? I JUST TOLD YOU WHAT I SAW, NOT WHAT I IMAGINED. FATHER”

- but no… livestock apparently

- that’s what uthers shocked by

- not that theres a fucking griffin living in his world

- wait theres magic, means theres magic creatures doy

- but still, even if we all had magic here, i think it would be a little shocking seeing a griffin come for buckingham palace randomly

- or i guess if youre reading this and are in america, in the white house

- oh and it took only people apparently

- i guess that’s a little more severe but i stand uncorrected

- they be having a wild time in the hippogriff’s house ;)

- honestly sounds like a fucked up hogawart house

- here we have slytherin, hufflepuff, ravenclaw and... *looks at smudged writing on hand* hippogriff

- okay, who tf has a dream of coming to camelot when it's the most feared place, with banned magic and an asshole king with his hot bitchy son and a sorcerer who just brings chaos to the land

- well i mean, me 

- bc of the hot bitchy son but whatever

- camelot? more like cameNOT

- arthur calls himself the ultimate killing machine like the edge lord he is

- ARTHUR FUCKING KO’D THE BITCH

- knee to the nose and all wtf man

- this is probably foreshadowing smth with the “only noble blood can swoosh like a knight” thing, like somethings gonna happen and poor people are gonna revolt and uthers gonna be like “GEEZ fine, okay, no nobles can become a knight”

- merlins such a shit stirer, telling lance he can be a knight and telling him arthur would love him when we really know whats gonna happen bc of that rule

- and here’s gaius like uhh u liar wtf, crushing lance’s dreams while merlins just like wtf gaius, live in the moment, we can do anything, this is OUR show

- literally their such good friends and have known each other for a solid 10 minutes only

- i'm not that big into beards but id love to rub my face on lance’s

- HOMEWORK IS MERLIN’S EXCUSE, MERLIN UR LIKE 20 IN A WORLD PROB WITHOUT HOMEWORK

- haha little fault there, or like a minor inconvenience which isn’t important but i like to pretend to be smart: middle ages or well the show’s era was more in “AD” (476-ish is the start of middle ages, while the arthurian legend is supposed to happen in the 5/6th century so yeah, technically 400/500 AD), and homework supposedly only started up in 1095 so BOOM BBC GOTCHA

- no, merlin’s not gonna perform magic right in front of the librarian

- does he not know the wrath of librarians???

- our librarian at school literally kicked everyone out of the library once for the whole semester because there was an apple core on the bookshelf. this was during exam week. do u know how much i wanted to kill the person who didn't admit to their mistakes and let everyone suffer. WE COULDN'T ENTER TO EVEN STUDY

- OH GOD, HE'S DOING IT MERLIN IS A FUCKING MESS

- gwen and lancelot are my favourite thing, i literally want them to be together by the next episode

- or the next one with lance

- WAIT LANCELOT IS SUPPOSED TO BE A MAIN CHARACTER ISN'T HE BC I KNOW VAGUELY THE ARTHURIAN LEGEND AND LANCELOT WAS A KNIGHT WASN'T HE???? HE WAS A FUCKING KNIGHT AND ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT NEXT TO LIKE IDK BEDEVERE OR SMTH THIS IS AMAZING NEWS GUYS I LITERALLY COULD BE A DETECTIVE

- !!!! the only heto ship on this show i actually adore !!!!!!

- i mean i only love two things: merthur and glance

- idek what gwen and lance’s ship name is so its now glance

- merlin would be the best wingman for them by being gwens bestie

- “you can start by cleaning out the stables” *lance looks to merlin while merlin gives him the biggest smile and thumbs up* this fuckING DORK

- harry potter au where everything is the same but that grim reaper looking human creature in the prisoner of azkaban executing buckbeak is actually lancelot in the future 

- for symbolism purpose, not saying lance is like an animal killer but yknow

- same thing with the griffin yknow

- the two prettiest dudes in my world fighting against one another while sweat is glistening down their forheads is my new favourite aesthetic

- BUCKBEAK HAS COME

- oh wait no, people having been attacked by buckbeak have come

- netflix fucked up by subbing arthur as “orther” and i never laughed so hard

- don’t make me fucking laugh when there’s an ambush, netflix, this is not christian

- annd arthur’s pride is gone, and he goes up to chop lance’s fucking head off

- OH SHIT THAT TRANSITION THOUGH

- i'm so proud of my bb like genuinely so proud, lance deserves so much and here is is!! a knight!!

- MORGANA APPEARS THE LOML

- the three lomls in one room?? seriously bbc?? you really doing that to me?? for once im actually impressed and happy

- he's gonna get caught, i mean i KNOW that, but like it's still stressing out

- ewewewewewewewewewew

- arthur called morgana “isn't she so beautiful??” with a lovey dovey face pls don't lead this to that stepsibling porn bullshit i'm going to fucking puke

- i hated that shadowhunter bullshit like they seriously going to hit me with the indirect incest?? i was so done. i hated jace and clary, idc if theyre like the most popular couple, like wheres my raphael lovers at bc that's a boy i can enjoy

- “so if you could choose one... lance or arthur?” merlin subtly asks gwen like he doesn't have an answer himself

- it would have been so perfect geez, gwen and lance, merlin and arthur, myself and morgana

- i really wanna know what lance, merlin and arthur look like drunk bc that's a hell of a hangover they got the next morning and they probably cut out most of the soiree so like what did they do?? was there any drunk dancing and flirting??? bc i literally want to see that happen

- ik it's a bad thing but those drunk tropes where someone confesses their love to the person they like while under the influence is my favourite thing bc it's both hilarious, genuine and the other person often helps them to their feet and gets them to a safer place to rest and that's fricken adorable guys!

- not the drinking obviously, thats like a thing you can enjoy if you want but ya girl does not like drinking. or, well, she likes drinking with a limit. you can tell who likes to be the designated driver lmao. people here be drinking flat out whiskey and i tried it once and it burned by fucking throat

- merlin fucked up

- and this is technically his fault

- THEY GOT CAUGHT LMAO IT IS HIS FAULT

- hungover and caught this won't bode well

- “not worthy of a knighthood”

- hey so how do you retract a knighthood?

- do you like reverse the shoulder tapping

- like if you're christian, bc you know, we, as a christian group on this tumblr site, should already know about it... but when we do that cross thing on our shoulders, it means like a direct call with god or some shit. and if we do it the opposite direction it's considered the antichrist so is it the same for knighthood?

- OMG I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANy

- okay with christianity it's tapping the head the stomach, shoulder then shoulder, right? but the reverse is the anti cross like shoulder to shoulder, stomach and head. but… what if it were tapping the stomach, crotch, hip to hip? it would make sense right??? since the cross is upside down… it would lead to the dick and not the head. THAT'S WHY IT'S AN UPSIDE DOWN CROSS. BC YOU AINT SUPPOSED TO GRAB THEM BALLS UNTIL MARRIAGE!!! I SEE OMG I SEE YOU JESUS, TRYNNA HIDE UR FLOURISHING SEXUALITY

- omg guys, don't grab ur fucking balls in this blog post, it's considered the antichrist

- “you never will be” lmao he's gonna come back, he's lancelot, that's a main in the og legend

-  how pissed will lance be with merlin

- i hope big time bc like... angry lance *dries off sweat with hands*

- aw damn lance isn't mad he's like “this is my punishment. mine to bare, mine to bare alone. stop blaming urself. i put this on me” this fucking goof is making me swoon once fucking more

- NOW BUCKBEAKS BACK

- he's a real goat x3

- buckbeak can literally fuck shit up in the air, camelot has nothing on him

- ARTHURS FUCKING DEAD LMAO

- oh wait he aint, just a few of his knights

- imagine being an extra and playing as one of those knights. having to fight next to bradley james, and have him look at you when someones doing something stupid like you can mentally agree with him and then pretend to die on camera. that would be my dream. make-a-wish better do me some good when i get diseased that will prob be named after me

- hoephagus

- stupidolis

- nah thats stupid

- ;)

- i now understand mulans will to pretend to be a guy and join the army bc i would literally do that if i could stay with arthur fucking pendragon

-  aw it's called a griffin not a hippogriff

- i'm saddened

- harry potter has taught me WRONG

- this looks to be the climax where merlins like “fine guys, geez, i'll kill the griffin bc i'm magic!! wow!!! but arthur obviously knew, and i thought gwen was gonna know but she shocked me even more when she didn’t like fucking hell everyones oblivious. but since you can only kill buckbeak with magic, sigh, i'm exposing myself ig” even if it's like halfway through season 1 with 5 seasons altogether, this looks to be the right time

- this really sounds to be what we are waiting for, what kilgarah said about the destiny merlin will have

- WAIT WE HAVEN'T SEE THAT BITCH IN A WHILE

- wheres the dickwad gone lmao like was the actor busy the last few episodes or what?

- OMG ARHTURS BREAKING LANCE OUT OF PRISON SO HE CAN BE A KNIGHT

- how is the “arthurs pretty gay” theory not popped up more times on here

- like we all know merthurs pretty great and all

- but CANON wise arthur seems super gay to me

- like he just told lance to get up his ass because “i need… uhh... camelot needs” like he was just about to say he needs lance in his life

- have you not seen the glances??

- fucking hell

- arthur slowly comes closer to lance pretending to talk about what he knows about the creature

- lance also coming closer to ask if he truly believes that, with a raised eyebrow

- thought this shit was only in books and fanfics

- but no guys, we got a gay eyebrow raise

- bc we all know only the gays are capable of eyebrow raises

- fucking hell this is gay i cant even explain it

- like its subtly gay, but out of context youd think this is something out of a fansite

- and merlins not even in this scene

- “take the horse and never return to this place” OKAY NO FIRST OF ALL SECOND OF ALL FUCK OFF LMAO THIS ISNT GAY ANYMORE

- i mean he’s doing it out of the goodness of his heart, saving him from prison and all but lance wants to like…  be a good man and you aint letting him do that

- OMG LANCE IS SAYING GOODBYE TO GWEN

- LANCE BETTER FUCKING KISS HER

- I LOVE GWEN AND LANCE TOGETHER #STAN

- fucking kiss you fucking bafoon

- THEY DIDN'T FUCKING KISS WTFUCKINGFUCK

- merlin looks so dumb holding his dagger as if he doesn’t know what to do with it but i love that for me

- WAIT I THOUGHT LANCELOT WAS LITERALLY GONNA GO YEET OUT OF CAMELOT NOT TO FUCKING SACRIFICE HIMSELF AND FIGHT THE GRIFFIN

- bafoons, all of them

- big bouncing bucking bafoons

- arthur looks so scared i've never been so in love and want to PROTECT

- omg for all merlin and lance know, that scream was arthur fucking dying- OMG IT WAS ARTHUR

- HE'S FUCKAN DEAD

- nvm he's alive but like yall not think to check for some arterial wounds bc he could be alive now, but in 5 mins he could legit not make it

- slow music means death

- lancelot you were the best husband i've ever had, rip

- i would be crying more if i didn’t know what happened, but since i already spoiled myself on the first season by watching this about a year ago, i'm not that sad but its still getting to me slightly

- hahahaha so happy everyones okayyy

- ARTHUR AND LANCE TiME!

- arthur looks so happy for lance literally crack ship right there

- why does nobody talk about this wyd

- and here’s arthur defending lance’s honour

- but uthers being a bitch

- omg that transition from lance being told to wait outside, the camera following him out of the room and the doors slamming behind him just in time to hear uther yell at arthur from next door is what gives me chills

- uther better fucking accept lance

- “the law is the law” yeah but the law also says to stop being a stuck-up bitch, uther

- literally lance is the only fucking person to not see through merlins blatant magic tricks

- like he saw that shit, called it out and was not like “oh what its a trick of the wind, surely”

- and he's not fazed at all, u see merlin it aint that bad to tell some people

- the only thing he is worrying about is the credit he says he doesn’t deserve bc merlin killed the griffin and not him

- see how fucking great my husband is, guys

- he better not be like “sucks to suck, i lied again! it aint me, chief” to uther and arthur

- NAH OKAY HE’S JUST BIDDING HIS FAREWELL IM GONNA FUCKING CRY IN THE CLUB

- he better fucking come back soon >:(

- seasonal guest star at least

- main characters, big bonus

- we barely saw morgana this episode and i'm not okay with that, but at the same time it was more lance-centric so i'm aight actually. we got all the time in the world for my baby girl, but lance :’( good luck man

- literally everyone is so gay for lance

- gwens into him for sure, and i love that the most (guess thats not gay but whatever, beggars can't be choosers)

- arthur has a little crush ngl

- and merlins full out in love with him

- not to mention MY FUCKING SELF

- i mean, i won't deny that he’s literally perfect in every way and i've only known him for one episode, but i agree whole heatedly with these crushes

- “till next time, sir lancelot” merlin whispers with a smile

- yeah that's me right there

- BC I'LL BE SEEING HIM IN THE FINAL EPISODE OF THIS SEASON!

- greeting us all with the news on being cast full-time for the show, being the best guard around and a lover boy to all

- guys i feel like i'm on aphrodisiacs but instead of desire for sex, it's love for lancelot

- send help

#this is a long one yall #maybe bc i found a new crush but yknow #merlin #merlin bbc #merthur #s1 #s1ep5

[raven1aris]

Rifty through the AU's chapter one part one

Rifty was heading towards Diamond Valley where she had planned to meet up with her good friend Raven Aris. Raven hadnt mentioned why, but nonetheless, the white mare was headed there anyways, her empty eyesockets drawing slight attention from other ponies on the path. She didnt have eyes anymore, but that didnt mean she couldnt see. Maguc had allowed her to still see perfectly fine, although due to that, the side effect of her eyes constantly bleeding had developed. Rifty continued onwards, and as she got closer, she could hear the sounds of fighting. Puzzled, she became slightly wary. But when she heard a scream, the scream of her best friend, she broke into a run. “Raven!” She screamed in her light voice, as loud as she could. She soon got to the valley, and what she saw appalled her. Her friend was a pegasus with white fur and a black mane, with five earrings on each ear. But right now, one of Raven’s wings had been torn off, and a ruby red dragon stood over the pegasus’ white and trembling form, the torn wing laying dejected and tossed to the side. Raven turned to see her. “Rifty! You, you need to get out of here, youll die!” “No, i wont leave you!” Rifty ran at the dragon, her hooves pounding the earth. She was the fastest pony in all of Equestria, she wasnt going to sit by and watch her friend die. She was a blur of white, orange, and teal blue as she charged the beast. Electricity began to spark as she ran, something that always happened when she went as fast as she could. She barreled into the creature, causing it to stumble back, but in doing so, its tail slammed into Raven, causing the pegasus to scream as she was thrown into one wall of the valley. Raven fell down to the ground, a stain of blood left where she had hit, blood pooling around her limp form. Rifty ran over to her friend. “Raven! Stay with me, dont you dare die!” She pleaded, laying next to her dying friend. The pegasus mare chuckled, reaching a hoof delicately up to Rifty’s empty eyes, where blood and tears still dripped down the earth mare’s face. “Rifty,” she breathed weakly, “im sorry. Take two of my earrings, remember me.” Raven took two earring off her ears, leaving four on each ear instead of five. She placed the gold loops into one of Rifty’s hooves. “Now, Rift Fire, take care of yourself, dont, dont……for….get……….me….” and Raven’s icy blue eyes went dull, her breathing stopped, and she moved no more. “No…” breathed Rifty, more tears dripping down her face. “No….” The dragon had regained its position and it roared to catch the pony’s attention. Rifty knew she couldnt fight it, that she couldnt win. She looked around, for any way to escape, finally catching sight of a strange portal. Had that always been there? She didnt care, making a mad dash for it, her friend’s earrings in hoof. She jumped through the portal. Weird strange colors swirled around her, making her feel dizzy. Magic seemed to move around and try to get her to go thousands of different directions all at once. Rifty was getting extremely confused. She didnt know where she wanted to go, so she felt through the magic for somewhere that felt safe, safer than home, and that felt welcoming. The portal spit her out into a bank of snow, small flakes being kicked up into the frigid air as it happened. Her head popped up, out of the snowy bank, her mane covered in small flakes. She shook her head to get them off, looking around. It was snowing. She looked up, she was, wait. Underground?!? How in Equestria was it snowing then? She stood up, putting the earrings on each ear quickly so she wouldnt lose them. She shook out her fur, shivering slightly from the cold. It had been summer back home, and she wasnt exactly prepared for this sort of weather. She heard the sounds of talking, and so decided to follow it. “Papyrus! Stop making awful puns!” Came a somewhat deep and energetic sounding voice. “Aw, but bro, i think they are real ribticklers!” Answered a slightly more shrill but laidback voice, followed by chuckles from that same voice and groans of annoyance from the other. “Argh! Be serious Papyrus! A human might come through here today! The other voice, Papyrus, chuckled again. “Alright fine, ill stop being a lazybones.” “Argh!!! No more puns!!” Rifty listened more, following the source of the voices, thinking to herself. Humans? Hadnt they been dead for more than a couple thousand years? So why was anyone even on the lookout for them. Not paying attention, she accidentally stepped on a branch. The voices stopped bickering. “What was that?” Came the first, deeper voice. “I dunno.” “Maybe it was a human!!” Said the first one excitedly, and footsteps began to head in her direction. Rifty looked up, unsure of who was going to come through the underbrush of the forest towards her. She was surprised to see a skeleton, upright and walking on two legs, in front of her. He, for it seemed like a he, was dressed in a light blue scarf, combat boots, grey pants, a t shirt and shoulder pads. “Youre not a human…” he said. “And ive never seen you before either.” The skeleton seemed shocked, most likely from her eyes, they did tend to draw a lot of attention to her. He kept staring at her. “Does, that, uh, um, hurt?” He asked her. “Not really,” she answered. “And i can see just fine. Who are you?” “Thats what we should be asking,” said the other voice, this one belonging to a taller skeleton, wearing an orange hoodie, shorts, tennis shoes, and smoking a cigarette. “So, who are you?” “Im Rift Fire, but you can call me Rifty, now who are you?” The shorter skeleton spoke first. “Im the Magnificent Sans! This is my brother Papyrus! It is nice to meet you Rifty!”

#mlp #undertale #au #oc #sans #papyrus #underswap #portals

[thewanderingamalgamate]

The Bird has 0 Chill

More logs from Undersoul under the cut.  What happens when you mouth off to the Counselor Goop and brag about breaking rules one too many times. @prancing-pacifist thanks for that bit of fun!

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 9:26 AM

The goopman is quite curious to see if Bird Frisk can escape now...

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:33 AM

[ Frisk slowly flutters back awake, stretching their limbs out and emitting a loud yawn. Breakfast's soon and they oughta head to the cafeteria quick; the bird decides on hopping off the bed, tiredly walking to the door as they put their hand on the knob. ]

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 9:33 AM

...and it won't open.

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:36 AM

[ They pulled their hand away, confused, how in the world..? There's absolutely no way this door could be locked, not in the morning, Frisk banged on the door, hoping it's somehow one of their cabinmates pulling a prank. ]* Hey!!! What's the big idea??? Lemme out!

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 9:39 AM

The goopman leans on the wall next to the door outside, cackling at the birds distress. -Hey Lintu! Turns out there is a way to keep you inside heheh. 'Somebody' accidentally revoked your privileges as a camper! Now why would anyone do that, hmm?-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:42 AM

* !!! [ This is mildly shocking, Frisk started clawing at the door and yelling, they're not up for this. ] I DON'T KNOW. WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS???

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 9:45 AM

The banging and yelling woke Rowan up. They yawned and looked over at Frisk struggling with the door. "... What's going on?"

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:45 AM

* I dunno!! SOMEONE locked me in!

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 9:46 AM

Oh now this was too good! Cackling turned to deep guffaws as the laughter racked his body. Once he composed himself enough, he continues yelling through the door. -Are you saying you haven't done anything to deserve this? Haven't bragged about your multiple rule breaks and outright proclaimed, to a counselor no less, that you were going to continue and that no consequences would affect you? Well, geez. Must be a big ol' misunderstanding here.-

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 9:47 AM

"Ah..." They yawned again, trying and failing to stay awake. "... That's rough, buddy."

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:49 AM

[ Look at this birdbrain. Frisk glared at Rowan, too tired to stay menacing although they're beyond furious at the moment. Frisk glanced back to the door, crossing their arms and snarling. ]* Yeah!!! I haven't done anything wrong, like, to be honest, I thought you were gonna let me go. ... [ Still, Frisk's the hugest boaster on the island. ] ... There are ways for me to get out, aren't there?

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 9:52 AM

-Not unless someone decides to restore your privileges. And sounds like that might not happen for awhile at this rate.-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:54 AM

[ That's not bull

and Frisk doesn't believe a single word. They huffed, glancing around the cabin, there's gotta be a way to set themselves free and certainly, they'll become the one to find that way. ]* ... Fine. I'll make them, then. MARK MY WORDS!!!

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 9:56 AM

-...a loooonnng while it seems.- The goop actually sounds disappointed right now. A frustrated Frisk, that was hilarious...this? Is kind of disheartening to the amalgam.-Try all you want Lintu. Won't be getting out of here unless another counselor passes by and you can convince them.-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 10:01 AM

* Then, maybe I'll do just that. [ Frisk squints, backing away and they're instantly off towards a window, they're repeatedly banging on the glass, attempting to open that, too. Their screeching's booming loud, possibly enough to attract the attention of, perhaps, their savior who could free them from this prison. ]

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 10:06 AM

Oh hell thats loud! Wander winces and recoils away from the cabin, useless trying to cover his 'ears' by reflex. A wisp pops up right behind Frisk, and the goops bellowing voices blasts through. -Do you honestly think thats actually helping your case?! You're just going to stay in there even longer now!!-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 10:07 AM

* !!!!* I don't want to!!![ They stare at the wisp, slouching because that's also pretty loud. ]

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 10:09 AM

-Well I don't want to stay out here trying to talk sense to a screeching brat!! But 'lo and behold here I am!--...why don't you try that 'thinking' thing you so clearly forgot about.-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 10:14 AM

* ... Hssssss. [ Offended, Frisk growled, they aren't gonna try thinking any time soon. They hopped off the window, dashing towards a wall instead and charges towards it. That's obviously going to work. ]

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 10:17 AM

Ooh!! That's going to leave a mark. Tems won't be happy about fixing the damage to the wall there. The goopman cringes at the sound of the bird's collision. -Seriously now?!-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 10:18 AM

[ UNGODLY BIRD SCREECH ][ They continue ramming into the wall, refusing to until they glanced above the ceiling. Could... Could there be some secret enterence they hardly knew about? Frisk flapped their tiny wings, speeding above the floor to cling onto it. They're scratching and knocking around, heck nah, they can't be completely trapped. ]* Aren't... Aren't anyone of you guys gonna help me???

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 10:24 AM

-...Why would they Frisk? Can't you see how you're acting here? Didn't that winged dog tell you how too much of a virtue can be a bad thing or did you ignore that too? ...'cause you seem pretty determined to be a bad kid at the moment. Why would anyone want to help you?-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 10:36 AM

* ... [ Frisk definitely ignored everything, they've been messing around constantly and hardly had time for a lesson. The bird child paused their tantrum, trying to search for an answer or an excuse, they're pretty much dead silent since alright, they were acting childish and stubborn. ]

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 10:40 AM

Ah nice and quiet!...Did a concussion set in? Or are they doing the unthinkable and actually thinking. Both possibilities terrified the amalgam! -Lintu...? Are you okay in there? Aside from being locked in I mean.-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 10:56 AM

[ They bit their lip, dropping down onto their legs. A mixture of both, they're beginning to think about their choices in life... dang, this is getting rather upsetting. ]* ... Yeah, I'm fine.[ Frisk clenched their fists, purring. ]* I ain't givin' up just yet.

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 10:59 AM

-Who said anything about giving up. Theres a way out of there. Pretty easy one too.-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 11:01 AM

* Where??

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 11:02 AM

-Mmmm, isn't so much as a 'where', but a 'how?'-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 11:04 AM

* ...Oh?[ Frisk dashed over to the door, whispering. ] Tell me!

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 11:05 AM

-Well I'm not going to tell you! Heh, for you to figure out!-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 11:05 AM

* Awwwww.

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 11:09 AM

-I'll give you a hint. From your behavior I doubt its something you've ever done or will do heh.-(edited)

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 11:12 AM

* ... What is it? [ The bird thought, cobwebbed gears beginning to turn. ][ Ahhhh. They sat down, rubbing their chin. How exactly were they gonna get out? Kicking the door open, flying out when someone exits; they doubt sneaking out will help. ]

Lezzine (uoza-chan-lezzine) - Today at 11:24 AM

Lezzine woke up earlier and is now checking through her Tumblr. ...Of course maintanence day HAD to be today, so she was getting frustrated every time she was unable to click something. "...Nah. I'm not going to lunch either. I'm not hungry." Lies.

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 11:27 AM

-Another hint. You dont have to do anything. Just say something.-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 11:32 AM

* ... [ They're gradually pieceing the stitches together, Frisk... finally understands the everything. ][ It's exactly what they feared... They're going to have to be polite. ]

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 11:34 AM

The horror!

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 11:38 AM

* ... I think I got it?

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 11:39 AM

-That so? Well, out with it.-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 11:40 AM

[ Internal screaming. ]* C... Can you let me out?

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 11:42 AM

-Hmm, i think there's a word missing there. Starts with a 'P'- Snrk!

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 11:50 AM

* Pl... Plea... [ AH, out with it. ] Please?

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 11:52 AM

Theres the sound of brief enthusiastic clapping from the other side of the door, followed by the goopman finally opening the blasted thing! -Why yes, yes I can, thank you for being polite. Your privileges have been restored. Try not to push it and actually behave this time.-(edited)

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 12:42 PM

* Hmph. [ Frisk pouted, walking outside the door and sighing. ] I'll try my best.

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 12:47 PM

-Its all I ask. Have a nice day, Frisk.-

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