#sorry these look terrible i am currently Not okay <3

[kodaiki]

highlights! ⇢ luna had to stay in satoru's bedroom bc she could choke on the lego pieces :( no cameo from her today ⇢ gojo never told anyone any of that... ⇢ gojo was shocked to learn that those were y/n's first official bouquet of flowers given to her

author's note! ⇢ we love a deep conversation moment, bonding over legos <3 okay now kiss :] this was basically the talk they had mentioned in the last part!

꒰ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ꒱ ↳ as a rising star in the tumultuous world of hollywood, you're handed a golden opportunity to boost your career – a fake relationship. what your manager forgot to mention? your leading man is none other than satoru gojo, hollywood's notorious fuckboy. easy? well, not exactly.

PART TWENTY ½ | NEXT

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[below is the written alternative to the pics above! enjoy <3]

SATORU’S HOME — 10:08 PM

the soft glow of the dimmed lights over your head illuminates the cozy atmosphere as you and satoru sit, plopped on the floor, surrounded by lego pieces scattered around you both. convenience store meal containers are pushed aside, replaced by the colorful array of lego blocks for the assembling of the flowers you’re making. 

you can’t help but chuckle softly as you clip a piece together. “who knew assembling lego flowers would be so therapeutic?”

satoru glances up at you from his craftsmanship, his face lifting into a lopsided smirk as he raises a brow. “therapeutic and much more enjoyable than a dinner at a five-star joint, right?” he asks in a sly tone.

“definitely,” you admit – but give an eye roll, too – finding enjoyment in the quiet concentration of your activity. “i mean, who needs caviar when you’ve got legos?”

satoru wiggles his brows with a drawled, yet all the same, teasing tone. “you expected caviar?”

“you brought up a five star restaurant place first! i’m just playing along,” you reply with a pointed tone, jabbing the start of a lego flower stem at him. 

the atmosphere is light as you continue your tasks, planted in place as you furrow your brows in concentration and deep thought. 

“you know,” you begin, trailing up your gaze to glance over at his progress. he’s piecing the petals to the stem of his first flower. “i expected hollywood glamour and red carpets when i signed up for a fake relationship…definitely didn’t expect this.” your tone remains light and amused, almost whimsical, as a smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

satoru snaps his fingers in an ‘aw man’ type of gesture. with mock disappointment, he juts bottom his lip out. “well, i’m sorry if you’re disappointed, princess.”

you scoff playfully, rolling your eyes at his exaggerated display. “oh, i’m terribly disappointed. no paparazzi, no fancy dinners, just legos and premade meals. what a letdown.”

you meet satoru’s eyes when you finish speaking, tone laced with sarcasm. he’s grinning at you, finding your tone amusing. as the playfulness subsides and you’re left in silence again, a more contemplative air settles between the two of you.

you don’t notice at first, but satoru sets aside his made flower and leans back on his hands, gazing at you, his blonde bangs brushing against his forehead. “in all honesty, y/n, the hollywood life can be exhausting. sometimes, a night like this feels more real that those red carpet events.”

the shift in his tone catches your attention, making you pause in your movements and look up at him more intently. you notice his eyes, usually filled with more mischief, now hold a smidge of… is that vulnerability?

“you ever feel like you’re playing a role even when the cameras aren’t rolling?” he continues, a genuine curiosity in his expression.

the legos forgotten for a moment, you nod thoughtfully. “yeah, sometimes, depending on where i am. it’s like there’s ‘public me’ and then the ‘real me,’ and they don’t always align.” you recall the amount of pr training you had to do in your agency, solely to maintain a specific image.

satoru’s gaze lingers on you as if searching for something deeper behind your gaze. “well, you’re not alone in that feeling,” he confesses in a low tone, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a rare sincerity you haven’t seen before. “sometimes, i wonder if anyone really knows the real me.”

his words make your head cock to the side in interest. “what about suguru and your other friends?” you ask softly.

"well, yeah, i guess they know me on more than a superficial level. but even then, sometimes it's like i'm still playing a character." he shrugs with twisted lips – a habit of his you realize means he's in deep thought. "don't get me wrong, it's nothing wrong with them but my guard is still up… it’s kind of like a default thing engrained in my head since i first started acting.”

your brows dip into a slight furrow as you take in his words. had acting really gotten him to a point of building a hypothetical shield around himself?

you can sense a hint of sadness in his admission, a vulnerability laid bare in his words. it’s a satoru you haven’t seen before, a crack in the facade of the confident, charming persona he presents to the world. truthfully, you didn’t think you’d ever witness this side of him.

“i get that,” you reply softly, setting aside your own lego flower to change your sitting position to hugging your knees as your chin rests against the top of them, giving him your full attention. with a bashful chuckle, you continue, “i mean– i can’t say i relate since i’m far from where you are… but i guess i can see how it’s easy to blur the lines between who you are and a role you’re trying to uphold. it’s like the more successful you become, the more layers you add to protect yourself.”

he blinks owlishly at your words, face appearing blank. you think, for a moment, that you’ve said the wrong thing but he releases a chuckle himself, head tilting to the side thoughtfully.

“exactly,” he murmurs in agreement. “you sure you’re an amateur actress?” he raises a brow, a teasing glimmer in his blue eyes.

you laugh again. “definitely an amateur compared to the hollywood veteran sitting across from me,” you tease, a genuine smile playing on your lips.

satoru visibly shudders at the word ‘veteran,’ shaking his shoulders and head as he sits up straighter.

"was it tough getting to where you are?" you ask, treading the water first, wondering if he's even comfortable sharing this side of himself to you.

"i wanna say i got lucky with my first role at just fourteen. but everything after that? I can’t even tell you which was media-driven and which was self-motivated,” he shrugs with a sigh, briefly looking away from you as if pondering.

"what do you mean?" you furrow your brows. it's no surprise he's technically a 'child' actor, having starred on a popular netflix show in his early teenhood, skyrocketing him to instant fame, a much starker contrast than the typical child actor on daytime t.v.. his viewership was massive from his debut, having scored such a prominent role. 

"after my first show did well, apparently several representatives for different projects wanted me and, well, for my management, that was a lottery. and – it's all a blur now, really – but soon enough I was an overworked sixteen-year-old starring in some show I hardly couldn't care less about, and then-"

"savage satoru," you finish for him, connecting the dots of his story.

he snorts at the cringy title. “was that really what they referred to me as?" he visibly winces, probably wishing for a nickname that didn’t sound like dated twitter jargon.

you nod, remembering how he'd blown up for acting out and being messy, as told by online tabloids on twitter and other social media sites. it’d been so many years ago but it was a pop culture moment; one of those ‘you just had to be there’ moments.

"so you remember the headlines then. i turned eighteen and started being a complete asshole on set, dating around, y’know the whole ordeal. my management had to step in and have a whole intervention with me if you can imagine it. damage control, really. they blamed it on the fact that I was eighteen – young and dumb bullshit – and sure, that had a part in it. but it has more so to do with how exhausted and overworked I was...

but despite all this damage control, i gained the label of some bad boy in hollywood who was objectively attractive and had a fanbase full of girls, so hollywood went with it. as long as i wasn't acting out on set, they'd embrace this new version of myself skewed by the media. anything for some exposure and quick bucks. and me? well, I still needed a check of my own so... i went with it. i think that's when i put up my first layer, hiding myself behind someone who wasn't me but doing it anyway because realistically, what else could I do?”

“it sounds toxic,” you murmur with a frown. 

satoru's gaze becomes distant for a moment, a hint of nostalgia or maybe regret flashing in his eyes. “yeah, it was. it's a strange thing, trying to navigate your identity in an industry that's constantly shaping and reshaping it for you."

you reach down to pick up a stray lego piece from the floor, turning it over in your hand as you absorb his words. “but why go along with it even now? couldn't you have rebelled against the image they were trying to create?"

satoru chuckles bitterly, shaking his head to himself. "it's not that simple, y/n. in hollywood, the image they build for you often becomes more real than your true self. it becomes a survival mechanism. if you're not marketable, then they find someone who is. it's a game, and sometimes you have to play along to stay in it. think about it, you’re part of the game, too."

you gnaw at your lower lip, taking in his words. what he’s saying is true. if it hadn’t been for this fake relationship, you wouldn’t have the place – the opportunities – you do now in hollywood. without you even realizing, it’s a story built by hollywood for hollywood.

satoru looks over at your expression, a rueful smile on his lips. "it's a double-edged sword. the fame, the adoration, it comes at a cost. and often, that cost is your own self.”

the room is filled with a contemplative silence, broken only by the occasional click of lego pieces coming together. the atmosphere shifts once more, a newfound understanding settling between you and satoru.

“i didn’t mean for this talk to get so gloomy,” he mutters with an awkward chuckle amidst the silence, rubbing the back of his neck.

“that’s okay,” you offer a smile of understanding. to be honest, you’d much rather have talks like these with people than a superficial one while brushing these topics under a carpet. “is it bad that i’m rethinking my whole career now?” you ask with a humorless laugh, picking up the flower again, now nearly finished.

“i’d be more surprised if you didn’t,” he retorts with an amused scoff. “but it gets better, trust me.”

“if it’s any consolation, i’m grateful i got to fake date you out of the other actors in hollywood,” you admit with a soft smile.

“yeah?” he raises a brow, partly in amusement, the other part in pure intrigue. “the infamous satoru gojo?” before you can answer, he leans back on his hands again, shooting you a smirk. “i knew you’d admit to my appeal one of these days. they always do.” he glances back at you, winking to let you know he’s partially kidding.

“oh, shut up,” you fire back, but a grin tugs up your lips. “i take back what i said.”

“too late!” he gives you a shit-eating grin, teasing you.

you can only roll your eyes, knowing if you tried to argue with him, your tone would give yourself away. 

perhaps, amidst the legos and vulnerability, a genuine friendship is taking root, growing from the foundation of shared experiences and mutual understanding.

and surprisingly,

you don’t mind it one bit. 

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starved

inspired by @groguspicklejar (you are so good at atmosphere omgggg???)

Part two

plot: you're a zombie babe <3 put y'all seatbelts on CW: depictions of violence, depictions of obsession, gore, eventual self-cannibalism (stay safe besties), blood, gore, eventual smut banner by: @frostthecupcake (deactivated) and found by using "Find A Banner" A/N: This is my first time posting a fanfic of mine! Please be gentle with me ;-;

'I am starving...' The words were so familiar to you that you barely registered that they echoed the moment you saw your Captain's exposed wrist. Captain John Price, a stern and loyal man. He always made you feel safe...he always made you... Hungry. You inhaled sharply as you looked up at your Captain, finally registering that he had been calling your name. "Are you alright, love?" His usual tone had taken one of concern as his eyes stared into your own. "Ah-" You smiled nervously as you nodded, "Yes, sir, I'm fine. Just...deep in thought, I guess! What were you asking me?" "I was asking if you had gotten your paperwork done yet. You look exhausted." He stood up straight, crossing his arms over his chest as his raised a brow. Perhaps your narrator should explain; it started around... Three months ago...

It was supposed to be a good Ol' typical hostage situation. Get the hostage, get a Medevac if needed, another easy adventure for our favorite Task Force! Right? Oh, how terribly wrong you were. Nothing could have prepared you for the moment you were slammed against a wall by the hostage no less! You had been sent in to grab the scientist! A scientist! Some little nerd working on bioweapons! Surely, they wouldn't be aggressive, right? The wind was knocked from your lungs as you tried your best to fend off your attacker. His snapping teeth dangerously close to your neck as you forced his head back with one hand, your arm shoving him away by his shoulder. Why did you have to be so stubborn? Why didn't you just let Soap help you? Why did you INSIST on going in alone?! Why couldn't you just accept help?! You couldn't contain your scream as the doctor sunk his teeth into your exposed wrist, the smell of rot and blood immediately clouding your brain and making you dizzy. The rest of that mission was fuzzy, really... You don't remember Soap immediately coming to your aid the moment he heard your scream from down the hall. You don't remember fainting. You don't remember a lot of that day after the attack... Back to the current day, "Y-yeah, yeah- no- uh.." You stumbled over your words as you rubbed your face, "I've just not been sleepin' too well. Sorry, Cap." A half-lie...you could tell Price didn't buy it either, but what else could you say? What were you supposed to do? Tell him how you've dreamt of sinking your teeth into his neck the night after catching him walking back from a workout? Tell him how your heart ached when imagining yourself sinking your teeth into your Lieutenant's arm every time he offered your paperwork to you? How it takes everything in your body to stop yourself from licking the blood from Gaz's wounds when he gets a bump or scrape when in the field? Or how the smell of Johnny's sweat makes your head swim with thoughts of ripping his ribs apart with your bare hands? Obviously, you can't just say that! Wh- who even-? No! Just, no! So, you lie. You lie and lie and lie until you can't keep track of your lies anymore. "I think I just need to go to bed...Would that be okay?" You gave your Captain a forced smile that almost felt like a grimace. He stared with eyes that seemed to look right through you, "...Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt. Go rest up, love. I'm sure I can handle the rest from here." You sighed in relief, standing up and organizing your papers for a moment before giving your Captain an appreciative nod before you left the room. You could feel his eyes boring into the back of your skull as you walked away, but you didn't falter. Don't worry, darling, your team has noticed the lies. They've noticed your change in behavior. And it's only a matter of time until you slip up...

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[lcvernat]

Medicine | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Request: any chance you can write about reader cancelling Nat on a date for no apparent reason. Confused, Nat shows up a y/n’s house and finds her miserably sick with a horrible cold or something? y:n says shes fine but Nat insists on taking care of her? Just pure fluff 💕💖

Word Count: 1.6k

Content Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, so so much fluff, mentions of the flu/painkillers

A/N: 2 fics in 2 days? it's a christmas miracle!!! i hope you enjoy this anon and i'm sorry for the wait <3 i've heard on tiktok about a terrible flu going around so if you've been hit by it i am so sorry and hope this fic helps somewhat <3

Flu season this year was a bitch. Clearly, you had committed some heinous crime in your past life to deserve this. Your body was aching; every time you swallowed it felt like shards of glass were digging into your throat, your nose was so red and runny you could likely pass for Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, you were constantly coughing so hard you felt like you were going to ascend, and the headaches and earaches were torture. One moment you were burning up, the next you were freezing.

Tissues, empty water bottles, and an empty packet of painkillers scattered your bedside table. You couldn't even bring yourself to go buy more painkillers because it felt like someone had shot you in every nerve in your body every time you stood up. This was hell.

To make matters even worse, you had to cancel on your date with Nat. You were left with no choice, really, but you still felt horrible because it had been in planning for so long - having an Avenger for a girlfriend wasn't always ideal because you could rarely find a time when both of your schedules aligned to go out. And of course, the one time you both were free, the universe decided to stick a massive middle finger up at you and punish you for no apparent reason. Probably for something your ancestor did 400 years ago.

Your stomach rumbled, breaking the silence in your bedroom. You had no energy to do anything other than stare blankly at your ceiling, occasionally interrupted by a coughing fit. It was like you were on your death bed (it really felt like you were). But hey, at least your stomach had rumbled, hopefully that meant your appetite was coming back. Your gaze moved to your bedroom door, and you mentally calculated the distance between your bedroom and the kitchen, trying to see if you have the effort to get food right now. A hallway, a flight of stairs, some more walking, and then the kitchen. It didn't seem that hard. You could do this.

"Okay, Y/N, you've got this," your voice was so raspy and hoarse from both disuse and your aching throat, but you still decided to attempt to hype yourself up. You moved your body so slowly, wincing every time a shot of pain went up your spine. It took you approximately 5 minutes longer just to reach the top of the stairs than it normally would have. In your sickened state, the stairs looked way longer than usual. You sighed, maybe you should just give up. Was soup really this worth it?

Your stomach rumbled again. Okay, maybe it was. Very, very slowly, wincing every step, you managed to make it downstairs and to the kitchen. You grabbed some canned soup, poured it into a pot and set it on the stove. As you were busy making yourself some tea with honey whilst waiting for your soup to heat up, the doorbell rang.

You really were not in the right state to converse with someone right now. You looked like you'd been dragged through hell and back, because that is how you currently felt. So, the only option was to just ignore whoever it was, until it rang again. And again. And again. And then the person started banging on the door.

Good god. This person was desperate. No, you didn't want to buy their girl scout cookies. Shuffling over to the door, you huffed before swinging it open. "I am no-" You stopped speaking, your mouth agape as your gaze bounced between the face of your girlfriend and the gun that she was currently clutching in her hands.

She looked worried. Very, very worried.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Natasha pushed passed you and into your house, scanning her surroundings as if she was expecting a murderer to pop out of a hiding place. She slowly put the gun into her back pocket when she considered the coast clear.

"I'm fine?" You raised an eyebrow in confusion before a coughing fit overtook you, forcing you to bend over until it subsided.

Natasha hurried back towards you, concern etched into her features, "First you cancel our date, then you don't answer my texts, and then you take years to answer the door? I thought something had happened! I was worried sick!" She tried to pull you in for a hug, but you sidestepped her and shook your head.

"Bad idea."

"Are you sick?"

"Nah," you waved her off, "just a cough, but I don't want you to catch it. I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine. Or look fine, for that matter."

"Wow, thanks," you shuffle your way back to the kitchen, continuing on with your task of making yourself some soup and a cup of tea with honey, trying your hardest to ignore the aches in your body.

"You're sick. I know you are. Let me take care of you," Natasha followed behind you, her tone worried but also leaving no room for argument. The redhead was determined to take care of you, and your protests were definitely not going to stop her.

"Really, I'm fine," your body clearly hated you and took that exact moment to have a sneezing fit, so your statement couldn't of seemed more false if you tried. After the sneezes had subsided and you brushed the tears from your eyes, you looked up to see Natasha holding a packet of tissues in her outstretched hand. You weren't going to ask where they came from, but you were grateful and took them anyway. "Don't you have Avengers duties to do or something?"

"You're more important than that," she stepped closer to you, and you couldn't help but smile at her. "Let me take care of you."

You finally give in to her, desperately wanting to be in the safety of her arms and to let someone take care of you. You nod slowly, and she closes the distance between you two, pulling you into a hug and wrapping her arms around you tightly.

"You're going to get sick."

"Don't care, what hurts and what can I do?"

You bury your head in the crook of Natasha's neck, so your voice comes out muffled, "Everything. Literally. I've ran out of painkillers, my head hurts, my ears also hurt for some reason, my entire body hurts basically. My throat feels like nails every time I swallow. I am dying."

"Alright," Nat says softly, "let me carry you back up to bed. I'll bring your soup and tea up, and then I'll go to the shop to buy you more painkillers. I'll make you a hot water bottle, too, that usually helps with the aches."

"You're the best."

"I know," Natasha pulls back and kisses you softly on the forehead before scooping you up bridal style. You don't even complain, you wouldn't have the energy to walk back up the stairs yourself anyway. Though, you couldn't help but notice that you feel better already, it was like she was the medicine you needed all along.

"I feel like a princess right now. Even though I don't look like one," you tried to laugh, but it came out like more of a croak, and it hurt your chest, so you stopped.

"You are a princess, and you always look like one."

When you finally get back to your room, Natasha places you down gently on your bed and pulls the covers up to your chest. She tries to kiss you on the lips, but you move away from the redhead, still not wanting her to catch any of your germs. She glares at you before grabbing your face in her hand, forcefully planting a kiss on your lips and you pout when she pulls away.

"You're going to get sick."

"Don't care," she clears your bedside table, putting all the tissues into the bin and grabbing the empty water bottles and empty painkiller packet to bring downstairs, "I'll be right back up with your soup and tea."

Natasha does indeed return a few minutes later with a tray, a bowl of soup and a cup of tea sat on top of it. You sit up, smiling gratefully at her as she hands you the tray. "You are the best servant ever."

She rolls her eyes, "I love you too, moya lyubov. I'll just head to the store really quick to get you more painkillers, and I'll make you a hot water bottle when I get back. Then we can lie in bed all day and watch movies, okay?"

Your stomach warms at her words, and it definitely isn't because of the sip of tea you just took. "Are you really sure you aren't afraid of getting sick?"

Nat shakes her head, "If getting sick is the result of taking care of the love of my life, then so be it. If we can't go out for our date, we can still have one here. Okay?"

You nod, smiling so wide your cheeks start to ache. Natasha returns the smile, leaning down to give you yet another kiss, all thoughts of germs be damned. "I'll be as quick as I can,"

"I love you,"

"I love you more,"

"I love you most,"

"Not possible!" She retreats, closing the door behind her before you can offer a retort. You feel oddly lonely now that she's left, like a part of you is missing every time you're not around her.

Your phone pings with a notification then, and you pick it up from your bedside table to check it. It's from Natasha, 'Did I tell you that your raspy voice is really hot? Get sick more often', you roll your eyes and set your phone back down.

Despite feeling the worst you think you've ever felt when sick, you feel oddly better now that you know you have Natasha to take care of you. Maybe she really was the medicine that you needed all along.

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Hey sweetheart! 😘 I hope I can ask for an Elijah Mikaelson imagine where you both fell in love during the events in Mystic Falls, even though he never wanted to show feelings again, but he couldn't help when he met you. So you started dating and he's always making sure you're okay and it's all just great. That changes when Klaus comes to town and sees you with Elijah. He kidnaps you to hurt his brother and Elijah gets furious. He finds you, but you're pretty hurt and barely alive, so he needs to make a decision and turns you in the end. After you wake up he's there for you and promises to be with you forever and you're accepting your new life ?

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Save Me

18+ —— (masterlist)

He was going to be your downfall. You already knew that, but what you didn’t expect was for you’re fate to be in his brothers hands.

⋆˚✿˖° Thank you for the request my love @talesofreading ! I literally spent days working on this for you so i sincerely hope you love and enjoy every second of it. I also left it open for a second part of you wish <3 ⋆˚✿˖°

warnings: violence, mentions of kidnapping, Elijah being stubborn, Klaus being Klaus, possessive!Elijah, no mention of y/n, angst, heartbreak, biting, kinda beefy!elijah (i just always imagine him actually towering over my ocs), power dynamic, seems unfinished but i rly wanna write a second part lol

You had grown up in mystic falls you’re whole life, the quiet town where nothing ever happened. Well that was bullshit, the whole town crawled with the worlds most dangerous creatures. You had found out about Vampires after your best friend Elena started dating Stefan Salvatore then you heard about his less charming douche bag brother Damon and decided to stay away from them as a whole. Subsequently because Elena and you had been attached at the hip since preschool you didn’t have to interact with them but you sure did get filled in on all the gossip. Which was why you were currently in the car on your way to the lockwood mansion with her. Apparently the latter were on a mission to kill elena’s freako look alike great something grandma.

“this sucks” you said looking over at Elena who was driving the car — “we literally live in a town of vampires, werewolf’s and witches and the two of us are just human” you added

“yeah well i think i’d rather be human than a vampire” Elena declared stubbornly

“you know i think i have to agree because we both know that Stefan and Damon are going to do a terrible job at killing Katherine and if you were a vampire i think she’d make your life eternally miserable” you responded just as you pulled up to the Lockwood mansion. “i am so not dressed for the occasion” you muttered under your breath eyeing your oversized sweatpants and spaghetti strap tang top, you barley had time to put your shoes on before Elena was pulling you out of the house. you wrapped your arms around your body as Elena pulled you through crowds of people into the mansion. You and Elena quickly found bonnie and Jeremy quietly talking amongst themselves in the corner. Unfortunately you couldn’t get yourself to care about the conversation going on in front of you mainly because of the chill running down your spine at the sight of a man in a jester mask staring right back at you. You blinked and the man was gone just as Elena cried out in pain.

~~~~

“I can’t believe Katherine did that to you” you rushed as you tried to keep up with Elena. The night had only gotten worse and when everything was said and done Elena was a bloody mess and you were freezing.

“honestly, i’m surprised you think she wouldn’t do this to me” Elena retorted storming to her car.

you followed closely behind, “okay well don’t get mad with me it’s not my fault that you almost died” you argued back crossing your arms over your chest. “i’m sorry okay? it’s just… she’s only doing this because she’s in love with Stefan” Elena sighed.

you saw the same man from earlier with the jester mask walk up behind Elena. You’re eyes widened in worry “Elena watch out” you yelled as you ran forward to push the man away from your friend. He grabbed you and threw you against the car slamming your head into the door.

~~~

When you wake up the first thing you notice is the rope around your arms and legs. You quickly try to get out of them but fail miserably.

“Stop trying to get out of the ropes. It’ll never work” a brunette said as she walked into the room. “who are you?” you asked flinching as she walked towards you and bent down.

“my names rose.” she responded voice dead “you weren’t supposed to be with the girl” she said sadly, undoing your restraints.

“where is Elena, what do you want with her” you shook as you replied.

“it’s not what we want. it’s what he wants” she said as she looked away from you — “who’s he?” you asked lowly, she moved her head back to face you and replied “Elijah”

~~~

“oh my god you’re okay” Elena said as she rushed towards you when rose took you into the other room. “yea i’m okay lena” you smiled sadly.

“he’s here. this was a mistake” a man rushed out as he paced around the room. “Trevor in order to get our freedom we must give him the girl. This is no mistake” the woman demanded grabbing the man to a stop. “I will bring him here, watch the girls.” she asserted as she walked out of the room.

“I’m not going to make it out of here am i?” you sighed trying to fight the tears in your eyes as you looked forward towards the covered up windows.

“hey, no don’t say that. I’m going to do everything i can to make sure we both get out here alive” Elena reassured you as she held you, you rested your head on her shoulder and sighed out a breath. The weight of this situation coming crashing down on you. While you both were human, Elena was more important to the supernatural world than you would ever be. You also knew if it came down to it Stefan and Damon would leave you to die if it meant saving her. You didn’t resent her for that, you were happy she had somebody who would do anything for her, you just wished you had someone who would do the same for you.

Your head snapped up at the sound of footsteps, your breathing became shallow as Elena pulled you onto your feet with her. You were terrified, you had no idea who Elijah was and from roses reaction to him you could tell he probably wasn’t going to be a saint.

In the blink of an eye you were throw behind Elena’s back as a man took place in front of her. You saw what you would say was the most handsome man you’d ever seen. You kicked yourself. you shouldn’t be thinking that when your best friends life was on the line, but you couldn’t help but notice the way his hair fell perfectly down around his handsome face, the powerful stance in which he stood. You noted he was dressed in a suit which probably cost more than your whole life together. His eyes drew you in from behind Elena and you couldn’t look away. If this was the way you went out you wouldn’t complain.

“human. It’s impossible” he breathed out in shock. “hello there” he smirked, you noticed his gaze went past Elena and right into your eyes. He was talking to you. why would he be talking to you? You felt your heartbeat quicken and you were sure you’d held your breath way beyond your lungs capability. You quickly shifted your gaze downwards biting your lip, suddenly remembering your lack of clothing moving closer to Elena.

“we have a long journey ahead of us we should be going” Elijah says grabbing Elena’s arm and turning them around.

“And the girl? What should we do with her.” Rose asked from across the room.

Elijah’s gaze moved to meet yours again. “leave her be. Do not harm her.” he ordered rose.

Elena looked at you with a pleading look before crying out towards rose “please, don’t let him take me.”

Elijah let go of Elena’s arm pushing her towards rose. “one last piece of business before we go”

Elijah stalks towards Trevor who shrinks down in fear “you have no idea how long i’ve waited for this day” he sputtered out. You noticed how Elijah held such an air of power around himself. You wondered how old he was, surely he was a vampire. You tuned out the rest of the conversation watching as Elijah ruled the two vampires in the room with just his presence. You suddenly hear rose cry out in sorrow as Elijah smacks Trevor’s head clean from his body. You noticed that Elijah had moved his body so he was in front of you, like he was intentionally blocking you from the scene in front. Your face paled as he grabbed both you and Elena dragging you to the front of the house. “who else is here” he demanded towards rose who shook her head “no one”

His grip tightened around your arm as he pushed Elena towards rose keeping you firmly planted next to him. Damon and Stefan were playing games with him. That probably wasn’t a smart idea you thought. You felt your body being ripped away from Elijah’s grasp and slammed up against a wall. Your head hitting the wall hard. Too hard. You cried out in pain and shook as the dizziness came in waves until everything went black.

~~~

When you woke up you took note of the fact you were still in the house, except it was night time now. You brushed the dirt off of your pants as you stood up and looked around. “Elena…” you yelled out wincing when you remembered that probably wasn’t a good idea. You were answered back with silence as you made your way towards the front of the stairs. You gasped as your eyes landed on a very dead Elijah, you walked quietly towards his seemingly sleeping body. Just as you reached out to pull the coat rack from his body he awoke with a gasp of his own. Anger displayed upon his face as he ripped the coat rack from his chest and threw it across the room at a very inhuman speed. He cracked his neck and fixed his jacket before his gaze landed on you.

“what did you do?” he roared taking large steps towards you. For every one step he took you had to take three steps back. “i — i didn’t do anything” you felt your face pale and mouth dry with fear. “y — you were dead” you stuttered trying to look anywhere but his angry eyes. “for centuries now. where did the girl go?” he demanded looking you up and down as if he was trying to decide what to do with you. “i really don’t know, i just woke up on the floor. I’m assuming Stefan and Damon took her… they left me, no way they actually left me here” you rambled out as your back hit the wall. You realized you had nowhere to go as Elijah’s frame blocked you in. You noticed how tall he was, you had always been short it didn’t take much for someone to be taller than you, but Elijah; he was tall. You stood just below his shoulders, your small frame feeling even smaller as he stood in front of you.

“what wonderful friends you have” he implied looking down from your eyes to your neck where he could see the blood rushing between your veins. “they aren’t my friends. only elena is” you mumbled shifting on your feet. “hm. we should get going then” he declared swiftly pulling his jacket from his shoulders and holding it out to you.

~~

“do you always kidnap teenage girls?” you asked looking out of the window in Elijah’s car and wrapping his jacket tighter around. “do you consider this kidnapping?” he asked with a cocked head. “yes i do.” you stated firmly looking over at him “do you not?”. he looked fully at you now, “i consider this me doing you a favor, saving a poor defenseless girl from an abandoned home, to which your own friends didn’t save you from. Now i could have done what i originally intended and drained every single drop of blood from your body and left you there, but i didn’t. So No i would not say this is considered kidnapping” he replied putting his eyes back on the road. “why didn’t you kill me?” you pondered fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. you noticed his fingers tightened their grip around the steering wheel as he said “there’s something awfully interesting about you.”

~~

From that moment on you and Elijah had been inseparable. He told you about his desire to not be seen in mystic falls just yet. So you returned home and acted as if some friendly stranger gave you a ride home.

It hadn’t taken long for you to fall head over heels for Elijah, but you noticed his hesitance when it came to you. How he never shared too much about himself. How he absolutely insisted you never speak of him to anyone, as if he was scared. You had learned he was one of the oldest vampires to ever exist. A thousand years old, he was strong, and wise and he surely had a copious amount of enemies. You knew all of that should have scared you away but you found it only intriguing you more and more each day. He handled you with such care, as if the smallest of things would break you and he’d lose you forever. Yet he never said what you wanted him to say.

It had been weeks since the day in the abandoned house and Elijah had finally made his presence known to mystic falls. You especially enjoyed pretending you didn’t spend all your time with the man. You knew in your gut Elijah feels the same way about you that you do him. It was just getting him to act on it that proved to be hard.

When you saw him at the founders party all dressed in his grey suit and hair slicked back, you didn’t care who noticed you decided that you had had enough of pining over him.

“so, Mr. Smith?” you quoted raising your champagne glass to your lips to hide your smile. “not everyone can be privy to my actual identity sweetheart” he replied looking down at you. You noticed his eyes raking over your form. “you look absolutely astonishing tonight” he said voice husky as his gaze returned to yours. You almost moaned at the tone of his voice. This was what you meant, you knew he was attracted to you but he never acted on it. You figured your best bet would be to show him what he was missing. “do i?” you questioned him with a smile “i thought you’d like this dress” you winked at him as his eyes darkened. “I didn’t think you would be bold enough to test your little theory here” he smiled licking his lips before raising his glass of champagne. “what theory would that be?” you pushed trying to get him to say it for himself but before he could answer a hand wrapped around your shoulder.

“Fancy seeing you here, my, my you look amazing” Damon stated, you winced out of his grasp moving away from him. You noticed the deadly look on Elijah’s face as he stared Damon down. “Damon i do believe it’s time we have a chat just the two of us” he said through gritted teeth. The two disappearing upstairs before you could say anything

~~

You sat a the bar picking at the fruit tray when Elijah approached you again. “I’m sorry sweetheart, i had to take care of something” he said moving to stand behind you. “did you kill him” you accused taking a bite out of a strawberry. “No i did not, I should have.” he replied turning you in your seat so you were facing him. “why” you questioned looking up at him. “because i do not like the idea of him ever looking at you again.” Elijah moved his head down so he was level with your ear, “or anyone for that matter” he muttered moving your hair out of the way, inhaling your scent. “i know this is what you want, it’s what i want too. But it would be selfish of me to subject you to the life i live.” he confessed before he grabbed you and in the blink of an eye you were in a different room. “you don’t get to decide what’s right or wrong for me Elijah” you argued back pulling out of his embrace. “why are you scared, I know it’s not the reason you just gave. I know that because for months i have been living as apart of your life, i know you think giving me some noble reason will deter me from continuing this but it won’t, so what’s the real reason?” you semi shouted at him, you were angry and you had every right to be. He’d been playing that game since the day you met him, where he acted as if he wanted you and then decided he couldn’t be with you. “Because i have lost every single person i have ever loved!” he roared back with tears in his eyes “i have had every person i have ever cared for ripped away from me, for a millennium i have been dealt constant heartbreak. I would be a fool if i left myself care for another being ever again, and i would be eternally selfish if i let you in and you died at the hand of my enemies.. or worse me. But you have infiltrated my very being, every thought, every feeling is because of you, so i cannot just let you walk away, because no where is far enough for me to not crave you, you’re scent is engraved in my senses and i cannot stop it.” he confessed moving toward you, he lifted his arm and ran his knuckles down your face as he gazed lovingly into your eyes. you leaned into his hand and looked up at him through your eyelashes. He was staring at your lips, this was new he’d never done that before. Elijah leaned down until his lips were just above your own “can i kiss you” he asked against your lips. You nodded your head vigorously as he entwined his lips with yours. His lips are softer than anything you’ve ever known. The feeling in your chest was explosive, spreading all throughout your body. He tilted your head upward biting your lip in the process. you let out a moan of approval, moving your hands to lay underneath his suit jacket. You could feel every inch of his muscles tensing underneath your touch. You loved it, craved for more. His hand moved from your face into your hair, bunching it up and pulling you closer to him. You loved every second of this moment, how raw and beautiful it truly was.

When Elijah pulled away from the kiss he rested his forehead on yours, out of breath you closed your eyes.

~~

Elijah had entrusted you with the secret of the curse placed upon his brother Klaus. You were sleeping one night when he came to see you, telling you that Elena would need to be sacrificed in order for him to kill his brother. Of course you asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this and he was. So tonight he was attending a dinner party at the Salvatore mansion in order to keep and eye on Damon. You had told him you thought it was a bad idea, that you got a bad feeling from it, but he insisted he would be alright. Now it was two days later and you hadn’t heard or seen from him. You were currently on a mission to find him when you entered the Salvatore mansion to find all your so called friends having some type of meeting. “where is Elijah” you announced as you walked in. “so you are sleeping with him” Damon said back smirking as he turned around to face her. “Yeah Damon i am, you know if you were going to have such an issue with it maybe you shouldn’t have left me for dead” you said walking more into the room. “well he’s not here, so no need for you to be here any longer” he dismissed her. You looked at Elena over his shoulder meeting her gaze. She quickly moved her eyes towards the basement door. You nodded your head and turned to walk away when Alaric called out to you. “hey wait up” he called after you following you outside.

“you’ve literally never talked to me before Alaric, so unless your going to tell me where Elijah is don’t start now” you said not stopping your stride heading to your car.

“cmon now love i just wanted a chat. seems we have to do this the hard way” Alaric replied grabbing your arm and slamming your head into your car window.

~~~

you awoke to a shooting pain in your side as you stirred. “welcome back to the land of the living love” a man said crouching in-front of you “i’m getting really tired of people knocking me out” you murmured groggily.

“ah yes, you see i’ve heard my brother was plotting my demise, and since i’ve got more at stake than him i figured an eye for an eye.” klaus said reaching to grab something above your head. His hand returned with a knife, your eyes widened as he covered your mouth and stabbed you in the thigh as your screams muffled. “now living for a thousand years you learn a few things about torture. except your human and you can’t handle as much as i’d like.” he said twisting the knife, the pain you felt was white hot and expanded through your whole body. “So i’ll resort to draining all but a drop of blood from you until Elijah comes to find you.” he said with a wicked smirk, grabbing your hair and tilting your head back. His whole face changed, you remember seeing Elijah’s vampire face which you loved but Klaus’ was just outright scary. You felt his sharp teeth rip into your carotid artery, you felt every drop of blood leave your body. The excruciating pain of his teeth in your skin. You head felt heavy as it rolled to the side when he finally pulled away. “cmon love the games are just beginning.” he taunted.

~~

when Elijah had woken the first thing he demanded of Elena was to bring him to you. When she failed to find you red flags raised in his mind. You would never disappear and all he could think was you had hurt yourself in the process of trying to find him. what he wasn’t expecting was for his brother to have taken you captive. when Elijah found you, you were a bloody mess. Crimson red everywhere, you say in your own puddle of blood. Shallow breathing was all he heard as he rushed forward and held your face in his hand. “my love” he whispered trying to wake you up.

You failed to wake up after the fifth time he tried. You had bruises and cuts all over you. The wounds on your thighs bleeding the most. When you whimpered in response to him shifting you he was glad for a sign you were alive.

“Elijah” you cried out unable to move “i can’t it hurts so much” you reached out to grab his arm as he picked you up and speed the two of you to his apartment.

“i’m so sorry my love” he cried as he held your hand. “for what?” you asked weakly wiping his tears away from his eyes. “for not protecting you. I can give you my blood and it will heal you.”he said moving your body to lay down. in the process of moving you the wounds he had patched in your thighs had opened, resulting in you losing blood. Again you had become faint and in and out of consciousness.

Elijah had managed to get his blood down your throat but he knew he would lose you. he had waited to long to feed it to you. Within the next minute he whispered a quick apology into your ear and snapped your neck.

#damon salvatore #elena gilbert #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikealson smut #klaus mikaelson #kol mikaelson #fanfic #stefan salvatore #bonnie bennett #fandom

[superb-icarus]

"Your BIG Purchase is on the Way!"

A modern AU based on the prompt "Your BIG Purchase is on the Way!"

Also, I literally wrote this three years ago, but is it doing any justice sitting in my notes?? No. Not my greatest (three years ago!) but whatever. Who cares! Enjoy!

read part two here!

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“Hey Remus, would you like to see that new movie in theaters tonight?” I asked. Remus put down the book he was reading and looked at me. 

“What movie is it?” He inquired. I shrugged.

“Some sci-fi movie,” Remus placed a bookmark in his book, and placed the book down on the coffee table in front of the couch. “It’s not terrible, from what the reviews are saying. And if you don’t like it, we can always leave before it finishes.” I suggest. 

“Alright, I’ll order the tickets online.” Remus pushed my feet that were currently on his lap off, and stood up. He walked over to the kitchen counter to grab his phone, presumingly ordering the tickets off of there. “Is 6:30 okay?” He asked. I nodded. 

“Done. I’m going to get my jacket and wallet,” he came over and gave me his phone. “Do you want to get the tickets pulled up?”

“Sure.” He walked away to our room, and I was left with his phone in my hands. I quickly opened the mail app to find the email with the tickets. They weren’t there yet, so I refreshed and refreshed until the email popped up. But then, something stopped me in my tracks. A few emails down read

Your BIG Purchase is on the way!

My eyebrows furrowed. What the hell could Remus have bought, I wondered. He’s not the one to order an Xbox or something that expensive without telling me. Biting my lip, I opened it up and my eyes widened.

Congratulations Remus! Here is the current standing of your order from:

Aurora’s Gleam

483 Washington Blvd

-Standard Order-

4560435 AMETHYST RING $900

4560457 SIZE J

Your order is estimated to arrive in 3-4 weeks!

The phone dropped from my hand before I could finish the email. Oh my god. Oh my GOD. Remus bought a ring?? Oh my god, he bought a ring, what am I gonna-

“Hey sweetheart, are you- hey, what’s wrong?” Remus stopped buttoning his jacket and came rushing over to me. He dropped to his knees, grabbing my arm, and I frowned at him.

“Remus…is there any reason you gave me your phone?”

“Only to pull up the tickets. Why, is something wrong?” This time his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Remus have you happened to buy anything recently that you wouldn’t want me seeing?” His eyes went wide.

“Oh shit.” He rubbed his chin.

“Oh shit is right,” I responded. Then I grinned. “I’m so excited!!” Remus’ shoulders visibly sagged. 

“Oh my god I ruined it for you. I’m so sorry, I had this elaborate plan-“ I shushed him.

“Just because I know about the ring doesn’t mean I have to know everything!” I raised an eyebrow. He smiled sheepishly. 

“Yea, I guess not. I am sorry though, I wasn’t even thinking.” Then he full on grinned. “I’m excited too though.”

“Now you can’t keep me waiting since I know. Ohhh it’s gonna look so good!” I stick my hand out and examine it, ringless, imagining the ring he bought. Remus chuckles.

“C’mon, we’re gonna miss the movie.” I sit up and give him a shit-eating grin. 

“I’m literally not going to be able to shut up about this.” He sighs and smiles.

"There are worst things we could be talking about, I guess."

#remus #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #young!remus lupin x reader #the marauders #marauders x reader #marauders imagine #superbwrites! #harry potter imagines #harry potter #modern au #fluff #marauders fluff #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x you #remus x reader #superb!edited

[yeagerfate]

what their hugs feel like.

pairings: eren, jean, armin, reiner

genre: angsty hurt/comfort

warnings: panic attack (in eren's), jean has to relocate reader’s shoulder, reader walks in on reiner when he’s about to shoot himself (sorry), i love them, you can tell jean and eren and reiner are my fav aot boys (i love them soooooo much mwah mwah), s4 spoilers in reiner's, s1 spoilers in jean’s, can you tell i wrote jean's, reiner’s and armin’s way after i wrote eren's. anyways reiner makes me so sad i want to hug him :( he is so

note: hi, this is my first post on tumblr! i am so excited to post some of my ideas on here. currently, my requests are open. if you have any ideas, let me know! reiner’s is by far my fav out off all of these and i really don’t like armin’s lol, i don’t have a beta reader so i tried to proof read this but idk if it worked, also my top 3: eren, ymir, and reiner/jean i can't choose. is this bad please tell me this isn't bad

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EREN:

Eren's hugs are determined yet soft.

All he wanted to do in that moment was make you feel safe; an expedition had just ended. You were shaken from the titans you'd seen, eating innocent soldiers who were just doing their jobs

"It’s fine," Eren murmured to you as he held your hands tightly to ground you. It wasn’t fine, and he knew that, but he still told you it anyway. He just wanted you to stop being so terror-stricken

Your hands were shaking, your eyes were darting around like you were looking for a titan to come get you, and you were breathing heavily

"N-no it isn't," You replied, your voice small. "You don't understand, Eren. Those people-"

He had cut you off when he pulled you into a warm hug. "Shh. It’s okay,” He whispered. "We’re okay now, I won't let anything happen to you."

His embrace was welcoming and comforting, and for a moment you'd almost forgotten about what you'd just seen

Your face was hidden in the crook of his neck as you began to calm down. Eren slightly turned his head to the side to kiss your cheek sweetly, his eyes closing as he comforted you silently. His hand went up to cup the back of your head, and he began to rub his hand back and forth as you sobbed quietly

His free hand was drawing circles on your back. Your arms, however, were wrapped around his neck desperately

"You’re my girl," Eren whispers. "I promise I’ll keep you safe."

JEAN

Jean’s hugs are warm and tight. I imagine he has a firm handshake too but that’s off topic lol

During the Battle of Trost, You ran out of fuel for your ODM gear and had to make a run for it while a titan was coming at you. (Though you were saved by a strange, mysterious titan with long brown hair and green eyes. You thought he had a striking similarity to Eren but would never say such a thing out loud especially since you knew how much he hated the titans. Later on you found out you were right though. He does have titan powers!)

While you were trying to get away you’d dislocated your shoulder. Because you’d taken health classes during training, you’d immediately realized what had happened, and a terrible sense of dread ran down your spine. You really didn’t wanna deal with the pain of someone relocating your shoulder

Once you’d found Jean, your best friend who you had a huge crush on, You told him what had happened

His face dropped

“Please, I need you to fix it for me. I don’t want to let some random nurse do it in an uncomfortable, smelly tent after this is over. It hurts so bad, please, jean,” You begged. Nurses and doctors already gave you a lot of anxiety when you were a kid, and now that you were in a life-threatening situation it was even worse

“Okay,” He replied. “Okay, okay, okay…” He muttered to himself, and took a deep breath. He was extremely scared he somehow wouldn’t do it right despite his first-aid training and would hurt you even more

It seemed as soon as he started he finished, but it was the worst pain you’d ever felt in your entire life

You screamed in agony and discomfort, and even though you only dislocated your shoulder, it felt like your entire body was aching

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He cried out. He immediately pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you in

Tears streamed down your smoke and bloodstained face, and everything felt so overwhelming. You were just glad Jean had done it for you and not some stranger

“Holy shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, that hurt like a son of a bitch,” You gasped out. Your voice was hoarse from all the screaming

And a couple days later, when you finished truly recovering and you finally had time to think about what happened, a small blush had risen to your cheeks, thinking about the way your bestfriend had helped you.

Maybe, you did have a chance…

ARMIN

Armin's hugs are soft and sweet. They’re laced with love

Armin had been completely humiliated in combat training today. Shadis had partnered him up with Marco, one of the worst fighters in the 104th, and yet he still couldn't hold his ground.

He was so embarrassed he didn't even show up to dinner, which made you, Mikasa, and Eren even more concerned. Marco felt horrible

So, you decided to sneak into the boy's dorms. No one else was even there anyway, and you'd never really gotten in trouble before, so you weren't afraid of Shadis

"Armin," You called out, but your voice was cautious. You didn’t want him to be caught off guard

As you walked to his bed, your heart broke. Armin looked like he was both famished and in complete despair. His knees were tucked to his chest and tears spilled out of his baby blue eyes. His blonde hair was messy and knotty, and you could tell he was stressed. You sat next to him and the bed creaked obnoxiously

"How am I supposed to make it if I can't even do good in combat training? It’s so basic, I’m not gonna make it if I can't get better. what am I gonna do? I don't wanna be shipped off to the fields. I-“

"Armin, honey," You cooed, and placed your warm hand on his shoulder. You guided his head to lay on you. "You underestimate yourself. Who cares if you're not as good at combat training? We’re fighting titans, not people. You excel in the education part of training, and you're respected by your peers. I am so proud of you, Armin. I know you will succeed. and if you get shipped off, I’m going too."

Armin sniffled, and as he looked up at the confident look on your face, he knew that you were right. He pulled you in for a hug, and hid his face in your neck.

"Eren’s worried about you. He says he'll beat Marco up if you want him too!"

"NO!"

REINER

Reiner’s hugs are desperate and hesitant. It’s strange for him to receive affection after everything he’s been through

One day, you decided you wanted to surprise Reiner at work. You could tell something was off with your husband but you couldn’t quite tell what it was; you wanted to cheer him up

You didn’t even think of knocking. You visited him so much nowadays that it was an afterthought. And thank the Lord it was

The sight before you was horrifying. You opened your mouth, but not a sound came out. As soon as Reiner saw you enter his office, he freaked the fuck out

He dropped the gun, watching as it made a loud clatter on the wooden floor. His eyes were wide and his sweaty hands were shaking. He looked almost fearful; like the little boy he once used to be… the one who would get screamed at during training because he was so weak

“What… is this?” You dropped the cookies you had made specially for him, but you didn’t care. Suddenly, you were breathing heavily, and if you blinked one more time tears would fall. Your vision was blurry, and the entire room looked shaky.

“What are you doing? Honey… Reiner, please, please don’t leave me. I need you here, please, Rei, stay, stay,” You pleaded, and suddenly your arms were wrapped tightly around him, his face hidden by your stomach. He was still sitting in his chair, completely in shock

You were hyperventilating, shaking, and were about to throw up. What happened? Your sweet Reiner was going to do this to himself? You thought everything had been going good… had you not been paying enough attention to him?

A thousand thoughts were running through your head but they all were interrupted when you felt his strong, muscular arms wrap around your torso. His shoulders shook rapidly, his face hidden away in your shirt, and for the first time in your entire life, you saw him cry

“Sorry, ‘m sorry, please don’t-“ His voice was laced with anguish and despair and all you had ever wanted in that moment was to take his pain away. The sounds of his weeping broke your heart, and his deep voice almost sounded unnatural while crying. You were not used to it at all; he’d always tried to “act like a man” around you, and not worry you. All he did was bottle up his emotions, unbeknownst to you

“It’s okay, we’ll do this together, honey, it’s fine, you’re fine, it’s good,” You breathed out, your voice heavy. You both knew it was definitely not fine, but you’d work through it together. Reiner was your husband, after all.

#eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x you #eren fluff #eren headcanons #eren yeager fluff #eren yeager x y/n #eren jeager #eren jeager fluff #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager x you #eren jeager x y/n #armin arlert #armin arlert fluff #armin fluff #armin arlert x reader #attack on titan #aot x you #aot x reader #aot x y/n #attack on titan x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein fluff #jean kirstein x reader #i HATE TAGGING ANDJDDJJSNSM #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun #reiner fluff #reiner angst

[hllfireclb]

Eddie comforting you when you feel anxious | headcanon

Warnings: mention of anxiety, panic attacks, slightly depression, very very much of hurt, Eddie comforting y/n,

A/n: I’ve been having a lot of stress lately, that’s why I wrote this headcanon..I will definitely write a more detailed OS about this one day (when I got the motivation)…I also still have to finish some requests (I’m sorry really <//3)

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"Please y/n, talk to me! I am your boyfriend! I wanna help you!“ Eddie says as he grabs your hands in his own, stroking over the soft skin of yours to remind you that he‘s here, that he won’t leave. Your leg has been trembling for over 15 minutes now, it feels sore, it hurts so bad but you just can’t stop. It’s one of those days again..one of those where you felt terrible. Your anxiety causing a panic attack, your overthinking killing you from the inside..and there’s nothing you can do about it. You just have to take it all and suffer until it eventually stops.

You look up at him, tears still streaming down your red cheeks as you try to speak with trembling lips. He looks at you, in pain, his eyes speak more than words ever could. He feels so bad. So, so bad that he can’t do anything about moments like these. He knows that you don’t like being touched when you are like this but still he needs to take your hand sometimes just to remind you that you’re not alone. His lips softly make contact with the skin of your hand as he kisses it carefully. "Y/n, I’m here..I won’t leave you, I promise..you‘re safe“ he whispers against your skin. "C‘mon Sweetheart, take a deep breath in with me okay? You can do that, right?“ he asks and you nod slowly before taking a deep breath in with him, slowly breathing out after. He just knows how to calm you down.

After a while of deep breathing, your mind allows you and your body to relax a bit and that’s all Eddie needs to know, before sitting down next to you and pulling you into his chest carefully. His hands start to rub over your back and thigh, making you feel even more safe but also pathetic at the same time. Causing you to start crying again but this time into his chest, allowing him to help you, be there for you. The last days have been rough and hard, school was absolutely terrible, you fought with your parents and everything felt like the universe wanted to see you suffer. Eddie‘s patient, he gives you the time you need before you start ranting about what caused your current state. He just wants to be there for you, wants to help you and show you how much he loves you. It breaks his heart to see you like this, to see how much the world has corrupted a beautiful soul like yours. It’s not right. It’s not fair.

" 's just ..Everything‘s been too much lately..I can barely relax and at the same time I feel like I didn’t make any progress with my stuff, Y’know?“ you softly whisper into his neck, feeling to weak to speak up louder. He nods before placing a soft kiss to your temple. "It‘s okay y/n, I’m here with you..you can talk about it all..how about a hot chocolate, some music and cuddles, Mh? That sound good?"

"Sounds amazing Ed‘s..thank you.."

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie one shot #eddie oneshot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem #eddie munson boyfriend #eddie munson st4 #y/n x eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x male y/n

[rodeo-clowns]

Hi can I request Sarah Sanderson x female reader who has like a not so great best friend who treats the reader terribly (making fun of pushes around etc) but the reader is too scared to drop her?

I Know How to Hex You

Modern!Sarah Sanderson x fem!reader

A/N: Ty for requesting this! So sorry it took me like fifty years to write it, I’ve been struggling to write a lot these past few months, I have a lot on my plate. I set this as if Sarah was born in the 20th century, so both her and the reader are around like the same age. Sorry if the insults are a bit much, I just felt like this request hit really close to home as I realized recently that a close friend of mine was just really mean and was always against me so this is a bit of a vent fic. Also if you can’t tell, I started watching SATC, so there are some references in the text lol. I hope you enjoy ! <3

Word Count: 1,250 words! (One of my longest yet!!)

Warnings: Angst that ends with fluff, Body shaming, cursing, drinking, kissing, horrible friends (never keep bad friends y’all! learnt that the hard way, ouch), usage of Y/N and unproofread text (let me know if I missed anything!)

It was that time of the year again. Halloween, your favorite holiday in the world. Only this year the warm, welcoming yet spooky feeling of the holiday wasn’t there. You were currently standing in the corner at a Halloween party hosted by your friend, Becca while nursing a cosmo. You see, you were initially excited to attend the party, that is until Becca began making degrading comments.

Earlier that night at your apartment.

“Okay!” With a bright smile you open your bathroom door, stepping out. You were dressed head to toe in a cute witch costume. The dress on you was black with deep blue details and you had on a pointy black witch hat, accompanied by red lipstick and dark eye makeup. “Sooo,” you twirled around, showing off your costume to your friend Becca, who was seated on your bed. “What do you think?”

She looked up from her phone with a bored expression and stared at you for a good five seconds before she chuckled dryly. “You’re not serious are you?” she says with a mocking tone as she stands up, pocketing her phone. Your expression drops.

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N…you can’t wear that! It is NOT flattering at all! I mean, what were you even thinking when you bought it?” She laughs and plucks the witch hat off your head. You look down at your costume. Was she right? Was the costume that you spent so much time shifting through thrift stores trying to put together really that horrible?

“Oh…” You respond, keeping your head down. You were hoping that Becca would get the hint and realize that she’d hurt you with her words, but she continued.

“I mean like be so fucking for real look at it,” she points to your figure in the floor length mirror across the room. In your reflection, you can see tears welling in your eyes, but Becca doesn’t seem to notice. “Already, you don’t even have a flattering body. These kinds of dresses are made for someone whose body is hot and sexy.” She says as her hands refer to her own body.

“I am hot and sexy,” you interject, trying to speak up for yourself as you always did when she’d get like this. She laughs loudly, the sound ringing in your ears, continuing on with her degradation before she gives up and looks at the time on her phone, stating that the two of you were going to be late for her party and that you had no time to change out of your “ugly ass dress” or change your “atrocious” makeup.

Present

Eventually, you leave the corner of Becca’s apartment, but only because you’ve now finished your cosmopolitan and need another if you’re going to get through tonight. Before you can enter the kitchen you hear your name pop up in a conversation that Becca is having with some friends of hers. “Ohhh my god do you see what Y/n’s wearing? It’s just awful,” she laughs out, wheezing in the process. “I mean she actually bought that and thought it was a good idea like who lied to her!?” You hear a few of her friends agree before you’ve had enough and step into the kitchen, grabbing a can of a random alcoholic beverage and step in front of Becca, who looks surprisingly shocked to see you. You shake the can aggressively before opening it right in front of her, spraying it all over her before she shouts in shock.

“Oops,” you slam the drink on her face and grab another can before you step out, grabbing your coat and bag from her crowded front entrance and leaving her apartment. You make it about two blocks before you break down crying in the middle of the sidewalk. Thankfully this part of Salem was deserted around that time of night, regardless of whether or not it was Halloween, meaning there was no one around to see you cry, or so you thought.

“Hello pretty,” you hear a voice say. You look up in shock, not expecting anyone to approach you. In front of you was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen, sporting long blonde hair and a whimsical look in her eye. You sniffle before greeting her back. “What’s the matter?” She asks gently, staring deep into your eyes with a look of compassion, brushing hair away from your face.

“Oh…uh…just got into an argument with someone I considered as a sister,” you mumbled. ‘What is the matter with me?’ You thought to yourself. Why am I telling this beautiful stranger about my life? I just met her!’ Nonetheless, you disregarded your thoughts and continued to confide in the stranger, finding her presence comforting. Strangely she felt familiar, like…home.

“Oh?” She replies after listening to you rant your heart out. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, no one should treat such a beautiful creature such as yourself so horribly.” You felt flushed at her words, a sharp contrast to what you’d put up with with Becca. “You don’t believe me?” She says as she steps closer to you, crowding you against the pole of the streetlight behind you. Gingerly, you shake your head. “That’s okay,” she says, “I can prove it to you.”

“Y-you can?”

“Sure,” she smirks an award winning smirk, your breath hitches. “But only if you want me to,” her voice lowers, asking for your permission. You take a moment to look around, noticing that the street remains empty except the two of you. You nod and she laughs lightly, shaking her head. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you?”

“Yes, I want you to prove it to me.” With that she smiles, and leans in, pressing a light kiss to your lips, it lasts less than three seconds but still you feel the wind knock you off your feet. As she pulls away, you look at her with awe. She smiles and speaks again.

“I’m Sarah.”

“Y/N.”

She smiles again and tells you that she’s never heard a name so beautiful in her life. This time, you’re the one who initiates the kiss, which leads into a small but heated make out session against the pole, your lips moving fervently against each other, like you can’t live without it. But before you can get too carried away, you hear footsteps behind you. You pull apart and look up to see Becca.

“What the fuck! Who’s this? Is this why you made such a scene back there? So you can go make out with this…Bimbo!?” She yells out, both invalidating your feelings and insulting Sarah. Sarah looks at you and whispers in your ear.

“Is this the friend that treated you horribly?” You nod in confirmation. She smirks, “Watch this.” Suddenly she flicks her wrist and Becca is gone. You gasp in shock.

“You’re-you’re a-”

“Witch?” She laughs. “I know, fun isn’t it? Don’t worry I didn't do anything bad to her, she's just back at her apartment complex, where she won’t remember this encounter.” She says it like it’s no big deal and at that moment, you couldn’t find yourself to care about Becca anymore, instead you wrap your arms around Sarah’s neck, leaning in.

“So what…else can you do with your magic?” You bite your lip, keeping eye contact with her. She laughs and raises her eyebrows. Before you can blink you’re suddenly in your own apartment, your arms still around Sarah.

“Let’s find out shall we?”

#fluff #lesbian #wlw #sarah sanderson x reader #angst #sarah sanderson x fem!reader #sarah sanderson blurb #sarah sanderson drabble #sarah sanderson imagine #sarah sanderson #sarah jessica parker #hocus pocus #hocus pocus 2 #modern au #modern!sarah sanderson #modern!sarah sanderson x reader #modern!sarah sanderson x fem!reader

[polyamorouscultureis]

Hey, I was wondering if you could maybe help me with this, because I am incredibly now at polyamory, I have no onw around me that I could talk to and I don't know how to act.

Okay so basically, i have been with my partner for almost 3 years now. We were completly monogamous until a few months ago, when they went to study abroad. We have a huge time difference (9h) and we have never been apart for more than 1 month, so long distance has been hard on us. Not even 2 weeks of being aborad they met someone and started to develop a crush.

I had no worries and said it would be okay for me if they would try something out, but I also said that i don't know if I would be comfortable with them developing feelings for each other. Fast forward a few weeks, they actually developed feelings for each other and I stopped feeling comfortable with them kissing or having sex. My partner and I talked about it and we came to the conclusion that we want to try to actually open our relationship.

See the problem isn't with my partner or the guy they found, because both of them are 100% okay with everything. I am the only one who feels terrible about my partner having romantic feelings for someone other than me. But I really want to try for my partner. (I dont know if a non-monogamous relationship is for me, right now it doesn't feel like I can do this, but like I said I really want to try for them).

I feel jealous and anxious and sometimes angry. I don't want to feel this way. We talked about things that could help me get over these feelings, including my partner spending more time with me and me actually getting to know the other person.

(I also thought that it could maybe help if I also had someone else, but I don't know if I actually want that. Also it hurts when my partner says that they don't care if I have someone else.)

Moreover we made the "rule" that we should take it slow and that I am currently not comfortable with them sharing bodily affection, like kissing or having sex. We're hoping that as time passes my bad feelings would go away and they can slowly start doing these things again.

Now coming to my question: Do you have any advice on how to handle this situation? How can I figure out where my bad feelings are coming from? What else can we do to reduce my bad feelings? I would appreciate your help soo much. Thank you!

To me, it sounds like you love your partner very much, but the two of you aren't romantically compatible.

It absolutely sucks when this happens, for everyone involved. But do not compromise your own comfort just to appease your partner. Don't hide your feelings of jealousy and blame yourself for not "trying hard enough" to be poly "for them" if it's genuinely something you're not comfortable with.

It's okay if this is a dealbreaker for you. If you would be happier with just one person, and they would be happier with more than one, it's okay to end the relationship and wish each other the best. You can still love each other, still root for the other's happiness in life, and date separately. You both deserve to have the types of connections that you want. If this isn't what you want, the best you will be able to do is learn to tolerate it. Being actually happy with it may not ever happen.

It's so, so hard. And I'm sorry you're going through this. But I hope both of you can take a look at your relationship together and determine whether it's something you still want or not. It's okay if it isn't. But don't force yourself to change for them. <3

#polyam asks #advice #monogamous polyamory #polyamory #polyam #polyamorous #lgbtq #poly #polycule

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Since you do play skyrim, I do have to ask you now who your favourite companion/extra carrying space person is, what guild you like the best, your preferred home, and the funniest glitch you’ve come across.

I’m sorry, I’m contractually obliged as someone who made an eldrich pact in order to find the non porn or dragon age crossover Skyrim fics.

Hmm okay

1. Vilkas, probably, because he looks like my husband and has a sexy voice and is a hot werewolf. However, I don't always use followers, because I like having full control of my sneaking and controlling them is a faff.

My husband is also playing atm, though, and his answer is Brelyna Maryon (is that her name?) She's the absolutely useless wizard in Winterhold - he turned up and she asked him to help with some spells and he said yes, and then her spells were useless. Terrible. The effect of one? His vision went green for a bit. He was immediately charmed, and took her with him. Worst mage in the game. Not even a good idea for him to take her, because they're both dark elf mages, too - but Steff was like "This woman can't do a single thing and I am delighted. She's coming with me."

2. Guild is difficult. I do like the Thieves Guild, but you're absolutely entrenched in the pocket of Maven Black-Briar, and I passionately and wholeheartedly loathe her. I wish I could just throw her corpse into Riften canal.

So maybe Companions. I think they're the only ones I don't have major objections to, plus they're hot werewolves. Always a bonus.

3. Preferred home is Breezehome for my daughter, because one of the first things I do in every single playthrough is adopt Sofie. It goes:

Escape Helgen

Go to Riverwood, get that claw back (get the Dragonstone and loads of sellable shit at the same time)

Go to Whiterun and talk to the Jarl

Kill the dragon

Become Thane and buy Breezehome

Kit out Breezehome with a child's bedroom

IMMEDIATELY run to Windhelm

Burst in through the city gates

Punch anyone in the way

Find Sofie and buy all of her flowers to make her smile

Listen to her devastating tale of woe

Ask her if she wants me to adopt her

Cry when she calls me Mama

Send her to Breezehome because Whiterun is the safest place in all of Skyrim for a child when considering dragons, civil wars, and Assorted Skyrim Assholes

Decide what the hell I'm now going to do with the game

I really like building houses too, though, which is how I now have Big Naked Dad in my garden. Amazingly, it's happened in Windstad Manor rather than Lakeview; I once tried to move Sofie into the latter but NEVER AGAIN

Uh, special shout outs to the prettiest homes, though, Vlindrel Hall is fucking gorgeous (like fuck will I ever let Sofie near Markarth tho) and the one in Solitude, love that one.

4. One of the guards in Riften in my current game keeps sitting on an invisible chair and eating in the middle of the street, outside the pub. Every time I see him he looks like he's doing some squats and having a picnic. Very charming.

#skyrim #asks

[lewishamil10n]

okay but do you think you can write that dog care valewis fic because oh my god

do you know what anon. i absolutely COULD. [fic]

(tagging @milflewis because it was her prompt <3)

—

"You have to walk him exactly an hour and forty-three minutes after he's eaten," Lewis is saying, in the sort of urgent tone one usually had when sending their children off to war. "And you have to sing him something or he won't go."

"Lewis," Valtteri says patiently. "I know how to look after dogs." To emphasize his point, he gestures vaguely at the reception area they're standing in. "I wouldn't run a dog daycare if I did not."

Lewis bites his lip. "I know, I know," he sighs after a moment. "I just worry."

"Trust me," says Valtteri. "Nothing terrible is going to happen to your dog for the four hours that you will be away from him."

Famous last words.

—

"You said he'd be okay!" There are tears in Lewis's eyes.

"Lewis," Valtteri says patiently, trying to stave off the upset he inadvertently feels at seeing his favorite client in distress. "Lewis, it is only a scratch."

"He's bleeding!"

There are a few flecks of blood around the scratch on Roscoe's snout, but that's about it. It stopped bleeding fifteen minutes ago. Valtteri has gotten worse injuries making himself sandwiches.

"It's not a lot," he says in an attempt to placate Lewis.

It turns out to be the wrong thing to say; Lewis straightens to glare at him, hands crossed across his chest. "Oh, not a lot, is it?" he bites out. "How much, according to you, would be a lot, then? Perhaps he should be lying in a pool of his own blood?"

Valtteri stares at him, bewildered. "Lewis," he says. "It's only a—"

"Don't you dare say it's only a scratch," Lewis warns him, bending again so he can protectively cradle Roscoe to his chest. "I trusted you, Valtteri!"

Despite his own common sense and all logic to the contrary, Valtteri begins feeling uncertain. Is it his fault? Maybe it is.

"And it was Fernando's dog! Valtteri, you know he's raised a monster!"

"Dogs aren't monsters," Valtteri says, more out of a vague sense of duty than anything else. "There are no bad dogs, Lewis, only bad owners—"

"Oh, and what would you classify Fernando as?" demands Lewis.

That gives Valtteri pause. Okay, fair enough, he concedes after some thought. Fernando has only trained his dog to bite on command and do nothing else. His dog is the reason Valtteri has a three-fighting-strikes policy at his daycare.

Oh, that reminds him — this would be the dog's third strike. It's a Pomeranian aptly named Demon. Valtteri is not looking forward to that conversation.

That is future Valtteri's problem, though. Current Valtteri's problem is the very upset man in front of him, hugging his bemused-looking dog.

"Lewis," he sighs. "I really am sorry about this. But he's fine, he honestly is. Look, he's not even bleeding anymore."

"But I don't know what Fernando's dog could have given him!" Lewis is still teary-eyed. "Val, I've got to take him to the vet, I've got to get him checked out, what if it's serious—"

Valtteri abstains from pointing out that all dogs at his daycare are vaccinated — he's made sure of it — and instead, in an effort to stop Lewis from crying, says, "I could come with you? I feel a little responsible." It's the truth; he does, even though he knows he's not really.

"You'd do that?" Lewis asks, a little doubtfully.

Valtteri nods. "Yes. Just to make sure he's all right."

"You don't have to—" he begins half-heartedly.

"No, really," Valtteri says. "I insist."

"Okay," Lewis says, getting up again and wiping his eyes. He gives Valtteri a tiny, watery smile. "I suppose it would be nice not to be alone at the vet's. It always stresses me out, ever since Coco..." He trails off.

Valtteri's heart constricts a little. He'd loved Coco too, and sometimes he thinks the only person that misses her more than he does is Lewis. He tries not to get attached to specific dogs — or clients — but Lewis and his dogs are different. Always have been.

"You won't be alone," he promises. In this or anything else, he thinks to himself.

—

"Your dog is fine, Mr. Hamilton," the vet says for the third time.

"Are you sure?" Lewis stresses. "Like, are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes," the vet says patiently. "Very sure. More certain than I am of my own name."

"Okay," Lewis says dubiously. "If you say so."

"I do," the vet confirms, giving Valtteri a look of fond exasperation over Lewis's head. "He doesn't even need meds, let alone stitches. Just clean his face and he'll be fine."

"Shouldn't you do a blood test or something, I dunno?" Lewis asks.

"If I felt there was a need for it, it would already be done," the vet reassures him.

Lewis has one hand on Roscoe's head, and the other holding Valtteri's. He took it the second they entered the vet's office, and hasn't let go since. Valtteri, for his part, doesn't mind, not at all. He's been wanting to hold Lewis's hand for a while now. And do other things, but he supposes this is a start.

"So... now what, I just take him home?" asks Lewis. He sounds relieved, thankfully.

The vet nods. "Yeah," she says. "You can give him a treat or something if you want, though I have a feeling it'll make you feel better more than it'll help him," she adds wryly.

Lewis grins a little at that. "Yeah," he agrees, and then laughs sheepishly. "Sorry," he says. "I just worry a lot."

"Better to worry too much than not enough," the vet assures him. "Isn't that right, Mr. Bottas?"

"Yes," Valtteri says, and squeezes Lewis's hand. "Come, I'll drop you two back. Thank you," he adds to the vet.

"Yeah, seriously, thanks," Lewis says.

"No problem," she says, waving them off.

—

"Thank you too," Lewis tells him, once they're back in the car, Roscoe clipped safely into the backseat with his little doggie seatbelt. He seems to have forgotten the day's events already, and is snoozing away.

"For what?" asks Valtteri, surprised.

"Coming with me," Lewis says. "And just — taking such good care of Roscoe in general. I honestly don't know what I'd do without you. And I'm sorry I was like that earlier. I know it wasn't your fault."

"It's fine, Lewis," Valtteri tells him, smiling reassuringly at him. "I know you worry. If I'm being honest, I worry about Roscoe too. Don't tell anyone, but he is actually my favorite."

Lewis laughs at that. "Val," he says, fake outrage coloring his tone. "Are you supposed to have favorites?"

"No," grins Valtteri, "which is why I said not to tell anyone."

Lewis mimes zipping his lips. "I will take this secret with me to the grave," he says solemnly.

"I still feel a little bad, though," Valtteri says after a moment, growing serious again.

"You really shouldn't—"

"I know, I know," interrupts Valtteri. "But let me make it up to you anyway."

"Oh?" Now Lewis looks interested. "Make it up to me how?"

Valtteri takes a deep breath and marshals his confidence. You can do this, he reminds himself. You've separated two enraged pits without losing any fingers. You'll be fine.

"Have dinner with me," he tells Lewis.

Lewis looks thoughtful. "I don't know," he says uncertainly after a few moments, and Valtteri's heart sinks. This is it, he's going to be rejected. He's going to die single and alone and surrounded by other people's dogs—

"Would dinner really be enough?" Lewis goes on, and now he's grinning a little.

Oh. He's terrible, Valtteri realizes. He has a crush on someone that enjoys giving him heart attacks, apparently. Great. "Movie as well?"

"Sounds good," Lewis says, and his grin widens.

"You're the worst," sighs Valtteri.

"You literally just asked me out!" Lewis reminds him, laughing.

"These statements can co-exist," Valtteri informs him, but now he's smiling too. "Friday night, I'll pick you up around 7?"

"Okay," Lewis says warmly, and reaches out to put his hand over Valtteri's. "I'll be waiting."

"I'll be there," Valtteri promises, and hopes Fernando never finds out about this because the last thing he wants to do is have to thank Fernando for this moment.

But then Lewis intertwines their fingers on his thigh, and Valtteri, thankfully, forgets all about Fernando. He's got a hot date to focus on, after all.

#asks #anonymous #my writing #f1 rpf #valewis #IT'S A BIT LATE BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANYWAY ANON <3 i def loved writing it!!

[creature-featurez]

omg can i know ab betty and simon bc i also have one with like multiple parties at once im curious...

hello!!! sorry this took forever to answer (and for the... absolute novel that is the answer) this is surprisingly a very loaded question LMAOOO also sorry if i misinterpreted the question... i realized halfway through that you may have been asking something completely different...

putting under a [read more] to avoid being a terribly long post on the dash

First, I know you don't have a lot of knowledge on Adventure Time lore (at least I think..) so I'll probably be going on several smaller tangents and explanations of things so that the rest of what I explain makes sense. :3 If I get off topic, that's proooobably why. Second, the first "arc" of Reader's (my oc for anyone new here) story is heavily inspired by this fic, though I am currently rewriting it to be a bit more separate, and all of the later arcs are completely original. I like giving credit where credit is due, however.

OKAY! So now back to the actual question LMAO

In Adventure Time, there is a great war among humans somewhere in the 90's-2000's. It's a nuclear war that wipes out most of humanity and leaves a lot of radioactivity around, essentially creating an apocalypse for any surviving humans. In my au, this war takes place sometime in the late 90's. The seeds for Reader and Simon being in a relationship exist as early as the early 90's, though circumstances regarding the both of them being unable to further their education together prevent it from ever really going anywhere. Reader (who is still female presenting) struggles to keep up in the very male dominated field of anthropology and archaeology in the 90's while Simon easily finds his footing in doctorate programs. (He's cis in this au sorry Simon.. it just makes the most narrative sense.) Reader eventually loses contact with Simon as they drift away from each other and this is around the time that Reader goes missing, finding an ancient shrine and making a deal with a deity to survive the upcoming war. This is about 3 years before the nuclear fallout from the war. Meanwhile, Simon and Betty have met and the canon events of Fionna & Cake / Adventure Time are playing out for them! They find the Enchiridion (a magic book Simon was looking for to prove his studies on magical relics isn't bullshit), fall in love, get engaged, and this is around the time Simon loses contact with Reader. And then Reader's family reaches out to Simon. Reader has been missing and no one can find them. Betty comforts Simon during this time, but there isn't really much anyone can do. Eventually Simon finds the crown and becomes cursed, and Betty time travels 1000 years into the future to help save him like in the show. And we're back with Reader! Who accidentally overslept surviving the war by 800 years. They wake up and realize very quickly that they are (1) no longer human and (2) definitely not in the 20th century anymore... After a while they also learn they are immortal. About 200 years later, Reader is a successful healer, using 20th century medical practices and whatever they can find in centuries old texts. They've gotten quite the reputation as many families have been using their practice for generations, and rumors have spread that they can cure even curses (much to Reader's chagrin). This is when Betty, who is now going insane desperately trying to save Simon, visits their shop. Of course, when Betty learns that Reader can't, in fact, cure curses, she's pissed. They get into a big fight and Betty is banned from Reader's shop. The two don't interact again by the time Betty actually does save Simon from being cursed as the Ice King, and Reader never puts 2-and-2 together. To make a very long explanation a very short one, Betty saves Simon by fusing with a chaos deity named Golb, becoming Golbetty. She then returns to this void between universes, leaving Simon once again mortal but now all alone. 12 years later, Simon and Reader reconnect! They slowburn fall in love, but Simon isn't really over Betty, esp when it comes to wanting to save her. Simon is trying to reach Golbetty through an ancient shrine, but Reader is completely unaware of this. Reader is left in the dark when it comes to a lot about Betty, actually, but respects Simon's privacy. The two of them settle into life together after reconnecting after 1000 years, both having long accepted the other died in the 90's, and things seem okay for the most part...

WE'VE HIT ARC 2 WHO CHEERED

Okay so things aren't all that okay. Turns out becoming a weird pseudohuman fucks with your self-image and connection to humanity, who would have thunk! This isn't anything new for Reader, who already associated their being nonbinary/transmasc with being turned into a creature shortly upon settling in the Land of Ooo (tho: author's note, they were always nonbinary, it's just hard to accept that when you're already struggling to make a life for yourself in a male dominated career in the 90's. Reader is mega-coping.) But reconnecting with Simon kind of made it... worse. Sure, Simon was cursed for a while but he got out of it mostly human, where Reader is very much not human. They find themself comparing how they once were to how they are now and feeling inadequate for Simon. Simon tries his best to help, but there's only really so much he can do. Things only get worse when a witch comes along who claims to know exactly what kind of creature Reader is. Reader is a golb-beast, a rare (often only thought to be mythical) creature created by being cursed, or in some interpretations blessed, by Golb. Reader is the only one of their kind known in existence, and this witch worships Golb. Knowing magic, she is able to manipulate Reader's curse so that they attack Simon, almost killing him, and in the chaos of everything she kidnaps Reader. The captor (I need to name her..) has a mansion that is decorated with statues and artwork of Golb, think Catholic cathedrals, and she initially locks Reader in the basement where she has a dungeon of sorts. She's kind of really fucked up and treats Reader like an exotic pet she tamed rather than a sentient human and even goes as far as to only let them eat raw meat it's crazy. Reader keeps up hope that Simon will come for them but the captor tells them (a lie) that Simon ran away from them when they attacked him. He's scared of Reader being a beast and won't be coming back for them. While Reader doesn't believe this at first... the longer they're trapped the more doubt starts to set in. Meanwhile Simon is actually losing his mind trying to find Reader after healing from his wounds, but to little avail. It takes months before he even gets a real lead. Eventually he is able to rescue Reader but in the chaos a fire starts. A statue of Golb falls and crushes the captor, killing her instantly while Reader watches. It should feel good but... Reader is emotionally crushed. It takes them a long time to get used to being back in the normal world again. There's a lot more I didn't cover here bc it isn't too important to Reader and Simon specifically, but there's a lot Reader has to overcome. This entire situation really sets them back on feeling human and accepting themself as they are. This time, Simon can't even seem to really help them when they're at their worst.

(continued in a reblog bc apparently i flew too close to the sun with this post...)

#creature reader #winged reader #asks

[cuoredimuschio]

15 people, 15 questions

tagged by @patchworkgargoyle!! 💚💚

1. are you named after anyone?

my dead name was possibly in honor of my grandmother and great-grandmother, but i 100% named myself after noah czerny (trc) when i was 17 👻

2. when was the last time you cried?

probably yesterday? idk, it happens a lot and my memory's terrible

3. do you have kids?

no. probably never will, whether i want them or not. i'm a little too scared of how easy it is screw up in parenthood

4. what sports do you play/have played?

i played softball from kindergarten through eighth grade, but that last year, i had a coach who benched me for over half of our games and screamed at me during practice in front of the whole team and made me sick to my stomach at just the thought of playing, so i decided i was done with the sport and didn't try out in high school lol

5. do you use sarcasm?

constantly. too much probably. but like, not with strangers usually, and i try to make it pretty obvious if i am being sarcastic

6. what's the first thing you notice about people?

the way they look at me/their expression, maybe? i'm just like. constantly on edge in public and i don't pass super well and also i'm just like. wildly self-conscious, so i'm always like 'okay, let's see, does this random stranger already hate me? 🤔'

7. what's your eye color?

i guess hazel would be most accurate answer. i've always said brown (dishwater brown to quote the midwife who helped deliver me), but it turns out there's actually green in there too and it's just brown around my pupil (a fact i genuinely did not realize until i was like. 17) so....yeah, hazel

8. scary movies or happy endings?

you know i always say i don't like scary movies because i'm very easily spooked, but i'm currently back on my chucky shit (sorry followers, but tis the season) and honestly, i wanna cop out and say both, scary movie with a happy ending.

9. any talents?

the sad thing is, no, i genuinely can't think of a single one. like, all i've got is that i can make a star with a rubber band, but i don't think that's a talent lol

10. where were you born?

ohio, unfortunately :/

11. what are your hobbies?

writing, reading, playing way too much zelda/stardew valley, occasionally knitting, taking walks, crosswords, making niche playlists, listening to the same song on repeat for hours

12. do you have any pets?

i am the proud proprietor of the cutest dog this side of the mississippi, miss ellie rose. (seasonally-appropriate evidence of said cuteness below)

13. how tall are you?

5'4" (and three quarters) #shortkingnation 😔✊

14. favorite subject in school?

english and math!!

15. dream job?

honestly, i have no idea. i've never had very lofty ambitions; when i was a kid, i wanted to be a bus driver or a mail man, and i never really found anything that stoked my soul in the past two decades. trite english major answer here, but i guess maybe working in a library or a bookstore would be nice (i'd say author but girlie, i could never) 🤷‍♂️

no-pressure, zero-obligation tags: @hellfiredemon, @starryeyedjanai, @pizzaqueen, @thefreakandthehair, @cheatghost, @vecnuthy andddd that's about everyone i know, sorry if i double-tagged anyone!!

#tag game #about me #sorry if i tagged anyone that didn't wanna be tagged too #i'm always so scared to tag people lol

[lillakay]

My Superhero

Eddie Munson x reader

Reader is scared of thunder and calls her boyfriend Eddie to help her🥺

The loud claps of thunder made me shriek as I tugged the blanket even closer to my body. It had started storming half an hour ago and it brought back my terrible fear of thunder and loud noises. I couldn’t stand being alone anymore, so I reached over and dialed the number that I had memorized by heart.

The line rang three times before someone answered.

“Hello?” A groggy voiced answered, it had been obvious I woke him up.

“E-Eddie?” I stutter.

“Baby? Why are you calling? It’s the middle of the night.” He said, this made me look over at the clock on my nightstand where the red letters show 3:18 am.

“I’m so sorry,” my voice breaks, “the storm, it’s just making me really scared.”

“I’ll be right over,” then the line clicked.

I put the phone back down and quickly pull the covers up to my chin, not wanting any of my body to be vulnerable and exposed. I hear something moving outside my window then it being pulled open. My long, curly haired boyfriend came into view. He had on a Metallica shirt and pajama shorts, it had been obvious that he threw on whatever shirt was closest right before coming here.

“Hey sweet cheeks,” he said while looking down at me. He takes note of my current state and realizes that I am deathly scared at the moment.

He kicks his shoes off and joins me in bed, which I happily agreed to. As soon as he is under the covers with me, he pulls the blanket over our heads. “There,” he whispers, “now the thunder can’t get us.”

I wrap my arms around his torso tightly and put my head in his chest. He holds my tense back with one hand while the other is holding the back of my head. I have never felt more safe.

Eddie always has this calming sense to him, even though at school he is painted as the “freak” or “cult leader”. None of these seemed to bother me though. In class, he would always crack jokes and talk to me. I was a bit hesitant at first to be making conversation with him, but I looked past all of the negative things that were being said about him and realized he was a great guy.

Another loud boom fills my room. I gasp loudly and jump with it.

“Shh, it’s okay sweetheart, I got you,” he whispers as he strokes my hair with his hand. This action, I have always found comforting and Eddie knows this. “Breathe with me,” he tells me and I listen to him.

We stay like this until the storm is over. After it passes, I look up at him and he notices this and meets my eyes.

“Thank you for being here with me,” I whisper, “thank you for being my superhero.”

“I will always be your superhero.”

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie my beloved #eddie the freak munson

[paperultra]

missed turn(s) | zhongli

PART II OF THE GENSHIN ROADTRIP CHRONICLES

Pairing: Zhongli x Reader

Word Count: 638 words

Warnings: Mild swearing

Three hours into this roadtrip, you’ve learned three things:

1. Zhongli is easily distracted,

2. You are a terrible navigator, and

3. The two of you are undoubtedly, horribly lost.

“Forgive me. I allowed myself to get carried away by the past once again,” Zhongli muses, slowing to a stop at the side of the road. “I would have made the right turn, otherwise.”

“No, no,” you protest, flipping the map to one side, then trying the other. Damn your overconfidence in interpreting colored lines. “I didn’t even know which way we were supposed to go. Which way is west?”

Zhongli squints at the sun. “I believe it is the direction we are currently going in.”

“Okay. In that case, we’re going at an exact right angle to our route.”

“I see. May I?”

You hand him the map, and he peruses it thoughtfully. The car rocks slightly as a truck rushes past, but you hardly notice, preoccupied with the way Zhongli traces a slender finger across the paper in front of him. 

“If we take this exit, we’ll be able to turn back around,” he eventually states. “Would you like me to continue driving, or do you wish to take over?”

“I think you should be the navigator,” you say sheepishly. “You’re way better at it than I am.”

He smiles. “Very well.” (He does not refute your statement, which is fair.)

The two of you switch seats quickly. As you readjust the seat and mirrors to your liking, Zhongli looks over the map again.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

Other than him reminding you of the name of the exit, the drive resumes in silence. You don’t mind. Silences with Zhongli are always lovely, like sipping hot tea outside on a cool morning. Perhaps that says more about his temperament than yours – or maybe it’s just that you savor the moments that you share with him no matter the activity, wringing out every last drop of pleasure until it’s time to part again.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice him grab something from the passenger door pocket.

“What’s that?” you ask, keeping one eye on the road and the other on the red case in Zhongli’s lap.

“Sunglasses. Childe gave them to me a few months ago.” He pops the case open, and you find that your burgeoning curiosity is making it quite difficult to focus on your driving. “The sun’s getting to be a bit too bright.”

“Childe? Oh, boy. I bet he got some real gaudy ones for you, huh?”

“They’re more his style than mine, but they’ll do.”

Zhongli puts them on. He turns to face you. 

You glance over to look, and the car swerves violently as you choke on air.

“Oh,” you rasp, apologizing profusely. “Those aviators look expensive.”

(Archons they look so good, they look so so good on him Childe you bastard you BASTARD you KNEW he would look hot with those on –)

“They’re of good quality.” Zhongli remains calm despite having seized the grab handle above the passenger door. “However, I don’t know how much they cost.”

“Probably best not to know.”

He hums, and the map crinkles. “I’m afraid you missed the exit.”

Of course you did. You groan, cheeks burning. “Dammit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right,” he says. “I don’t mind getting lost with you.”

Well, if that doesn’t make your entire face burst into flames.

Clearing your throat and casting him a wobbly grin, you resolve to keep your eyes glued to the road for the rest of the drive. “W-Where do I go now?” you ask.

“Just continue straight.”

There’s a smile in his voice as he reoutlines the route. You grip the steering wheel and listen, knowing that this man will be the death of you.

(Secretly, you don’t mind at all.)

#genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin roadtrip chronicles #genshin impact fanfic #reader insert #fluff #personally i think aviators suit zhongli but in a grandpa kinda way >:)

[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

Midoriya-sensei AU

So I caved and finally made this into an ao3 fic ^^' I'll be posting here and updating there at the same time!

Part 3: Shoto-san

Part 2 | Ao3 Link | Part 4

‘Okay, my lovelies.’ Izuku finished writing Shoto’s name on the board and turned around. His eyes briefly glanced at the hero, who was sitting on a tiny chair in front of the class and looking incredibly awkward.

That didn't deter from his sheer beauty though. Izuku didn't think it was possible for Shoto to be more attractive in person, yet here he was. His hero costume wasn't skin-tight or revealing in any way, but it didn't hide his obvious strength either; the bulk of muscle achieved through years of training. It wasn't just that, however, as Shoto's face was simply captivating, from the sharpened jaw to the stunning heterochromia, but also in the imperfections: the slight wrinkles, the acne scars and stray facial hairs; his scar was aged and probably needed moisturising more, but it was part of him, and Izuku thought it was also beautiful.

He really stood no chance at getting through today with his dignity intact. He was definitely going to do something stupid and embarrass himself, but for now, he had to persevere.

You got this.

Izuku glanced at Shoto once more, then fought down a blush as he faced the sea of children sitting crossed-legged on the floor and staring up at Shoto with large eyes. ‘I know you’re excited for today, but remember what I taught you about being polite. Raise your hand if you want to say something, no interrupting others unless it’s an emergency and—most importantly—be kind. If you’re not sure about something, you can ask, okay? Shoto-san is our guest, so we want to make him feel as welcome as possible, yeah?’

‘Yes, sensei!’ The class chorused, animatedly.

‘Awesome!’ Izuku beamed, before turning with a flourish and gesturing to Shoto, only to be mildly horrified when he realised that the hero was already looking at him. ‘I, erm…’ Did he always sound this high-pitched? ‘I’ll let Shoto-san take it f-from here, if you’d like to introduce yourself? Not that you need an introduction, but erm… I’ll stop talking now.’

Izuku flushed terribly at the quiet giggles he received for that performance, and took his seat on the floor—on the outside of where his kids were sitting, so he could keep both them and Shoto in his field of vision.

‘Ah, thank you, Midoriya-sensei.’ Shoto cleared his throat and stood up. Izuku was immediately floored by his voice and he could tell that he wasn’t the only one. ‘It’s a pleasure to be here today. As you know, my name is Todoroki Shoto, but my hero name is Shoto. I am currently running my own agency: Himura Hero Agency, where we rescue people and capture villains.’

The first hand flew into the air.

Ah, it was Haku... Izuku bit the inside of his cheek and prayed he wouldn’t say anything inappropriate.

‘Shoto-san!’ The child spoke, eyes impossibly wide. ‘How did you get that scar? Was it from fighting a villain?’

Shit, you really just went straight in there, didn’t you? Izuku sat up a little straighter and frantically waved his hands. ‘You don’t have to answer that if you’re not comfortable, Shoto-san! Haku-chan, remember, questions about appearance can sometimes be rude.’

‘Oh, yeah!’ Haku made an apologetic face that told Izuku that he still wasn’t quite sure why his question was rude. He made a mental note to discuss the topic further at a later date. ‘Erm, sorry, Shoto-san.’

‘It’s okay. Your sensei is right, but I personally don’t mind.’ The hero scratched his cheek, along the rugged edge of his scar. ‘I didn’t get this during a villain attack. It was a kitchen accident when I was younger.'

'Oh…' Haku pursed his lips. 'That's boring.'

'Haku-chan.' Izuku warned, eyebrows furrowing with concern when Shoto continued to scratch the tissue around his left eye. 'You're being rude again.'

'I didn't mean to be.' His lip jutted out. 'Just thought I'd be honest.'

'Being honest is fine, but sometimes it can make other people feel bad, so it's better not to say what you're thinking. Does that make sense? You wouldn't like it if someone called you boring, would you, even if they thought they were being honest?' Izuku tried to be as concise as possible, but it was difficult given the subject matter. He waited for a nod, before adding, 'It's okay to make mistakes while you learn though.'

'I'll try my best!' Haku fist-pumped the air. 'Just like Shoto-san!'

'But I didn't do anything.' The aforementioned murmured quietly. Izuku couldn't help the fond smile that appeared on his face.

'You didn't need to.' He assured, gesturing for the hero to continue, now that the matter had been resolved.

After Shoto finished his introduction—reminiscent of a manga character profile—and proceeded to talk about the daily life of a hero, Izuku found himself a little more than enamoured, and for once, it wasn't the talk of heroics. The shape of his mouth, the way his eyes scanned the class, everything about him. It was silly, Izuku knew; he was supposed to be paying attention so he could gauge his students' responses… and maybe store the fresh hero information in the back of his head to document in a notebook later, but he supposed there was no real need to do that anymore. He was never going to use any of that information.

Old habits die hard though.

Izuku shook his head and decided to focus on the semantics as well as the tone of that wonderful voice.

'I go home and usually eat some cold soba, before settling for the night. I try to go to bed around ten so I can get a full eight hours of sleep. Being well-rested and going to bed on time is essential to being a productive hero. Burnout is never good.'

Izuku's lip twitched at the pun—definitely unintentional on Shoto's end—and raised his hand to distract himself.

'What advice can you give for some of us here who struggle to fall asleep when we're supposed to?' It was mainly for his kids' sake. Hopefully Shoto would inspire them to actually listen to their parents when it was bedtime—he knew a few who could really benefit from that.

'I get tired very easily, so I've never really struggled in that regard, but there have been times when I've been too… energised, I suppose, to fall asleep straight away.' Shoto frowned, contemplating. 'In those situations, I focus on my breathing and that tends to calm me down.'

'Could you give us an example?'

'But sensei!' One of his students, Touta, exclaimed, hand shooting up in the air sharply; his glasses nearly flew off his nose from the action. 'What if we fall asleep?!'

'It's okay. This breathing technique can be used to alleviate stress and gain focus, as well as help with restlessness. Of course, it's not a guarantee, but I can only say what helps me.' Shoto paused for a moment, eyeing Touta. 'You remind me of Ingenium.'

'That is very kind of you to say!' Touta practically shouted in response. 'He is my favourite hero and I hope to be like him! As for your previous statement, thank you for clarifying. I have no further issue with partaking in the breathing exercise.'

The classroom was silent.

'Uncanny.' Shoto murmured, before blinking. 'In that case, I'll demonstrate.'

Izuku and the others watched as the hero sat down on the carpet, folded his legs in a lotus position and closed one of his eyes. 'You can sit or you can lie down in bed—whatever suits you—then you can time yourself or get a parent to time you. One minute is usually enough. Midoriya-sensei, would you mind?'

Izuku's heart skipped a beat at the direct address, then nodded vigorously. Shoto shot him his own grateful nod, before closing his other eye. 'Thank you. Now, is everybody ready?'

Izuku watched as the entire class automatically mimicked Shoto's position, eyes squeezed shut with concentration. The hero obviously hadn't noticed, but Izuku found himself tearing up at just how cute the situation was; he wished he could take a picture to show to Todoroki when he next saw her. Instead, he crossed his legs and assumed the position, albeit he vigilantly kept his eyes open and watched the clock.

Shoto began. 'Take a deep breath in while I count to four. One, two, three, four—and breathe out to four—one, two, three, four. Now, repeat. In, one, two, three, four, and out, one, two, three, four.'

Despite not partaking as enthusiastically, Izuku did find that, as the minute passed, a certain sense of tranquillity washed over him. He had always been prone to overthinking—his mind often ran too fast for him to keep up—so it felt nice to relax like this. Maybe he'd try it properly later when he got home.

'And that's a minute.' He announced, watching several pairs of eyes open. His class was eerily silent. 'How did you find that?'

A chorus of "really good"s, along with similar variations, bounced off the walls of the classroom, however, they were significantly more subdued than they usually were. Izuku was amazed.

'I'm glad.' Shoto's eyes were open now too. 'Now, does anyone else have any questions?'

Hana raised her hand.

'Is being a hero scary?'

Shoto blinked as he seemed to contemplate his response. Izuku was intrigued which direction he'd take: be honest or inspiring?

‘It can be scary, yes.’ He frowned, thoughtful. ‘When you’re responsible for the lives of so many people, when you have to face villains that want to hurt others, it can be scary, because you want to do your best. But being scared doesn’t mean you can’t be brave. Fighting for what is right, despite your fears, is part of being a hero.’

Izuku found himself smiling—of course Shoto managed both directions—and raised his hand.

‘So, you’d say that fear isn’t a bad thing?’

‘I would.’ The hero seemed to hesitate slightly. ‘When I was growing up, I was told that being scared was a sign of weakness, but I think that’s incorrect. Fear is part of being human and often what keeps us safe. What's important is what we do with that fear. As a hero, do you fight or do you call for back-up? As a civilian—a non-hero—, do you shout for help or run away? Does that make sense?’

Izuku turned to find his kids nodding, before mirroring the gesture himself.

‘Thank you, Shoto-san.’ He smiled warmly. ‘Now, any more questions for our guest before we start the activity? Remember, you’ll get another chance at the end as well.’

The class was silent for a moment.

‘Shoto-san?’ A small hand was gingerly raised into the air and Izuku looked to find one of his favourite students—not that he’d ever admit it—looking up at the hero through watery lilac eyes that matched her hair.

‘Yes, Nozomi-chan?’ He spoke encouragingly, so Shoto knew her name.

'I- I- I was just… um...’ She chewed her lip, before slowly getting to her feet. She clutched at her dress—white with red blossoms, Shoto’s official merchandise—and squeezed her eyes shut. ‘I was wondering if someone could be a hero, even… even if they’re quirkless?’

Izuku’s heart stopped.

He was no longer in the classroom; he was on top of a building, wind rushing past his ears as he asked the Symbol of Peace that very same question. He remembered how vulnerable he'd felt after pouring his heart out, the way he'd latched onto that last semblance of hope. He’d spent his entire life dreaming of one thing and that was the moment he had been waiting for. He wanted validation—he wanted to be able to tell all of his bullies that they were wrong and that the number one hero believed in him.

Izuku remembered All Might’s gaunt face when he told him to be more realistic. He remembered his heart shattering into a million pieces, yet he wasn’t even able to cry back then; he’d just felt numb.

And now history was repeating itself in front of his very eyes, except it wasn’t about Izuku this time, it was about his student. His brave, kind student with the same dream of becoming a hero, even though she was quirkless. It was about Nozomi, who had just asked her favourite hero the exact same question that had resulted in the biggest depressive episode of Izuku’s life.

He couldn’t let her go down that same path. Maybe he could intervene before-

‘That’s an interesting question.’ Shoto seemed to ponder, rubbing his thumb and forefinger in thought, before addressing the whole class. ‘Does everyone here think you need a quirk to become a hero?’

There were a few nods, along with non-committal shrugs—a lot of students clearly didn’t want to hurt their classmate's feelings, which made Izuku’s heart squeeze.

‘I see.’ Shoto nodded, before returning his gaze to Nozomi. ‘Well, personally I think that anyone can be a hero, even someone who is quirkless.’

The entire class was completely silent.

‘Why- Why do you think that?’ Izuku found himself saying. His pulse drummed in his ears and he gripped his whiteboard pen a little too tightly to ground himself.

‘Heroism shouldn’t be defined by someone’s quirk.’ Shoto glanced at him for a moment, before he crouched down to Nozomi’s level and reached out to take her tiny hands in his. ‘There’s a lot of heroes out there, some pros rely on their quirks, whilst others rely on support items, but that’s not where heroism ends. After all, not all heroes fight villains. Some heroes rescue others, some support other people. Not all heroes are on TV or known as pros, some heroes you see every day, wearing normal clothes and living their lives.’

Shoto seemed to pause then and turned his head to look at Izuku. He inhaled sharply at the sudden attention and tried to stay calm. He was already close to bursting into tears at what Shoto had said; he didn’t think he could handle much more.

A small, barely-there smile made its way onto the Shoto’s face and he turned back to face the class, not relinquishing his gentle grip on Nozomi. ‘How many of you think Midoriya-sensei is a hero?’

Izuku frowned at that.

The question felt cruel. He was sure that Shoto didn’t mean for it to be—Todoroki had said he was kind, after all—but he couldn’t ignore the way his stomach dropped when the hero fell silent, waiting for a response. Izuku loved his kids, he really did, they were some of the most tolerant children he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing, but there was no way any of them would think he was even close to being a hero-

‘I do.’ Nozomi mumbled shyly, making a circle on the floor with her foot. ‘Midoriya-sensei is one of the best heroes. He’s always nice to me and makes sure no one is mean.’

‘Midoriya-sensei is a great hero!’ Another student, Daisuki, called out from the back of the class, a bright smile on his face; several of his friends echoed the statement.

‘He’s the best!’ Hana raised her hands high in the air, accidentally causing several chrysanthemums to flow from her palms and surround her. ‘Ah! Sorry, sensei!’

‘It’s okay, sweetie.’ Izuku smiled wobbly at her—at all of his students. He felt his eyes fill with tears and fruitlessly tried not to let his emotions get the better of him.

‘And what’s Midoriya-sensei’s quirk?’ Shoto asked, either ignorant to Izuku's current situation or actively facilitating it.

‘He doesn’t have one.’ Several students called out, to which Shoto smiled and rubbed circles over Nozomi’s hands.

‘So isn’t your sensei the perfect example of how someone can be a hero without a quirk? As long as you have a kind heart and a path you want to follow, you can become a hero. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?’

Izuku couldn’t hold back anymore. He had never cried in front of his students before, not even during the most ruthless of days, but he couldn’t help it now. What Shoto had said—the way he believed in others—was everything Izuku had wished he’d heard all those years ago. It was overwhelming and devastating for Izuku, but he was also happy. He was happy because he'd heard it now, his students had heard it; Shoto had inspired more hope than he could ever imagine.

‘Are you okay, sensei?’ Hana asked, clearly concerned by the way Izuku frantically tried to wipe away his tears.

‘Why are you crying?’ Another student, Haru, also started to tear up as he asked the question. ‘Are you sad?’

‘No, no. I’m not sad, Haru-chan.’ Izuku sniffed with a wet laugh. ‘I’m just very happy.’

Shoto pulled his lip into a thin line and slowly stood up to regard Izuku.

‘Did I say something-?’

‘No, I promise!’ Izuku quickly waved his hands in front of his face. ‘Well, you did say something, but you didn’t upset me. I’m… I’m just touched.’

'It's the truth.' Shoto shrugged, like the subject of heroism wasn’t complicated; black and white, and in some ways, it always had been. Izuku had spent his childhood being told he should give up, but he never once heard the opposite: you can be a hero.

It was too late to do anything with that information now—he could never be comparable to All Might, even if the man himself suddenly decided to train him—but he could continue to be a hero to his kids. That, he thought, was enough.

‘Thank you, Shoto-san.’

The gentle smile that the hero shared with him in response was nothing short of mesmerising.

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