#tracking down his face. he doesnt move- doesnt really react when they walk in. the little fight he had was gone. just follows them with his

[nerosdayinanime]

reminiscing about a life left behind

this is after the reunion at the bar, when Giyuu left Makomo tried to talk to him & figure out why he faked his death (then came back??) and left pretty soon after when he not so subtly brushed off her questions and vaguely apologized for disrupting things. Tengen & Kyojuro got extremely worried about him immediately ordering as many drinks he could at a time and being his usual happy-go-lucky self after Giyuu- the quietest and least confrontational person in the whole office -sent him to the floor in a fit of cold rage. They watched (and joined, though not to the same extent) as he got absolutely wasted, his suddenly saccharine attitude showing off just how much of his personality is just a performance.

Between the revelation that hes a demon slayer- a hashira just like them -and finally noticing the seam in his otherwise perfect mask, the both of them figure he's just as fucked up as they are from their job. Tengen has his own guise of extravagance, Kyojuro always being loud and proud to hide his insecurities- but Sabito was subtle about it. He was happy and playful, but not too much so like Kyojuro was- he also became a master of diverting attention from himself, they didn't know much about his personal life or hobbies- or anything outside of when they hung out or stopped by the little grocery store he worked at. Didn't know his favorite color, what genre of music he liked, what his favorite movie was- didn't know if he's ever had a partner or other friends, nothing about his school life or parents or if he had any siblings- nothing! He was a ghost of a person, like he merely popped into existence when they met him. That's probably not too far off- they didn't meet Sabito that day, they met his empty smile. Without ever realizing there was nothing behind it.

Thoroughly disconcerted by the realization and very worried about Sabito chugging alcohol like he had nothing left to live for while laughing like there was nothing wrong, they kept a close eye on him. When he starts getting quiet they force him to stop drinking and drag him back to his apartment and stay the night crashed on the couch & floor. In the morning Sabito was fucked. Absolute shit time. Had a vague feeling he shouldn't think about anything so he didn't, just fucked around with a worried Tengen & Kyojuro until they left. Continued not thinking about anything, did a bunch of chores and errands so he didn't have to think about Giyuu. Even fixed a neighbor's ac unit with the help of a youtube tutorial. As soon as the sun started setting he donned his slayer uniform and ignored painful sting in his heart at the sight of his old fox mask hanging on the wall, settling his face into the same empty smile as the default slayer mask he uses now. That night he was a beast- merciless and scathing strikes, chasing down terrified demons like he had a score to settle. Completely ignored other slayers he ran into, simply pushing past them dealing the kill and moving on.

This little routine continued for a few days- overworking himself desperately trying to keep out of his head, deflecting and straight up ignoring Tengen & Kyojuro asking about how he's doing, fleeing any of the other hashira or water-fox squad trying to ask about him and what all he's been doing the last several years, pissing off lower-level slayers he steals kills from. He works until he passes out from exhaustion, getting up and doing all it again when he wakes. A few weeks later and it catches up to him despite his attempts at running.

Giyuu hates him.

Rightfully so, he left him to burn like a coward and a fool. And did what with his time? Do nothing but make more mistakes? How many people hes lied to and let down? He's done nothing but run.

He knew it'd happen. As soon as he stopped moving he would never want to start again, as soon as he stopped running, as soon as he tripped- as soon as he hit the ground he'd never want to get up again. Years of grief stress and denial hit him all at once, he doesn't know what to do. Walls too high to see over, too deep to dig under, too thick to simply power through. No one on the other side who really needs him anyway.

Why does he even bother?

He stares at his fox mask. Hand crafted by the man he thought of as a father, who took him in and taught him to defend himself and protect others. Real good job he did of that. All he's done since he started running was hurt hurt hurt. The people he cared about and respected the most- abandoned. Everyone else left in the dust like they were nothing.

What fucking good..

...

He thinks of the better days. When he was a son, helping his mom water the plants so they'd bloom bright and vivid. When he was a brother, helping his little sister reach the top shelf for candy. When he was a student, fueled by his grief and anger with a promise not to let anyone else lose as much as he had. When he was a friend, pulling Giyuu out to see a meteor shower in their favorite clearing. When he was a boyfriend, feeding popcorn to Giyuu laying across his legs watching a movie together. ...He threw that all away and for what? So he wouldn't have to face his failures? How fucking pathetic.

He'd never have any of that again. Burned his bridges, destroyed the foundations, turned the ground to shifting sand. His head thunked against the wall behind him, why did he have to fuck everything up?

#neros art tag #vigi au #sabito #kny sabito #read After the main post- sui & hospital stuff warning in further tags: #then it gets to the part from Smokey Eyes :) #he gathers up as much shit as he can and starts chugging. he gags but gets it all down. #ties the fox mask in place to hide his shame and let him fall asleep in a peaceful dark. breathed in the sweet smell of chloroform until #he finally went out. Ten & Kyo usually at least get a 'read' even when he ignores them so they notice theres nothing. they try calling- #he doesnt pick up. not even after the 7th time when he for sure wouldve snapped at them to fuck off already. The both of them quickly head #over to his apartment thinking he finally snapped- Tengen nearly screams when he opens the door and sees the creepy stare from the mask #Kyo hurries over to his slumped form and realizes how cold he is the same time Ten notices how slow his heart's beating. full panic mode. #they rush him to the hospital where he gets revived- Kyo grabbed some of the mostly empty bottles he found and Ten tells them it most #definitely wasnt some accident or mishap. sabito blearily starts fighting back when he comes to enough and they have to strap him down so #he wont hurt himself or any staff. eventually hes stable enough for ten and kyo to come in again and theyre so thrown off by his demeanor #hes a broken man. for once his real self on full display. anguish sorrow shame and exhaustion writ into his very being. silent tears #tracking down his face. he doesnt move- doesnt really react when they walk in. the little fight he had was gone. just follows them with his #eyes. doesnt respond when they try to talk to them. he just lays there looking at them with a sadness like he expects them to leave #kyo sits next to him and comfortingly pets his head. sabito closes his eyes in defeat- fresh tears and a shakey exhale. #the two of them sit and talk at him for a while- very serious about enforcing that they deeply care about him. #'dn't..' 'dont? dont what? care about you?' 'm not good.. bad fr u...' 'tough luck man. i care about you anyway.' 'yeah!' #of course the two of them can only stay so long before they're kicked out since its late- plus they have jobs to do #tengen leaves his personal phone with sabito so he & kyo can text/call when they can- sabito's stuck at the hospital for a while tho #next day when kyo's at the office giyuu asks what him & ten left the office in such a hurry for 'uhhhh. cant say' 'why not?' 'hippa' #'..since when were you a doctor?' 'im politely ending this conversation! how has your day been so far?' '....okay' #thats it for now i think- i dont have much else after this point #glad to finally write it all down tho- 'm very bad about not doing that then forgetting #sabito does not have a good time in this au</3 no one does #everyones trying to cope with minimal therapy & the constant threat of death anyway #i need to do some more shit w the rest of the water-fox squad. flesh them out some. so far ive just been throwing concepts at a wall

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Wisdom Teeth Removal

Your girl is getting her wisdom teeth yanked today so here's how I think the cast reacts on anesthesia

Heartslaybul

Riddle: He's so so sleepy, and starts crying when he's told he can't sleep yet. He's very emotional, just wants cuddles, BUT he gets really excited when he can still eat like the custard part of a tart.

Trey: He's just Not Present whatsoever, he's in a different dimension. Just leave him to his thoughts and make sure he eats he's fine.

Cater: Does a tiktok with a before and after audio. However when he sees himself in the camera he starts crying and calling himself ugly, he needs cuddles and reassurance. In relationships where it is appropriate, he will try to kiss his partner and get So Sad when they won't kiss him

Deuce: Also pretty spacey, starts crying when he hears/sees his mom, but is also convinced he's spiderman.

Ace: Flirts with the nurse on the way to the car, is convinced he's being kidnapped like....

"Y'all are kidnappin me?"

"no we'r-"

"Its cuz I'm hot ahaha" *fuckboy face*

when he notices his bandaid he gets mad "I ain't a fuckin pussy, take it off"

Savanaclaw

Leona: He doesn't have wisdom teeth this son of a bitch. and although I really want to imagine Leona on anesthesia, chances are hes still just sleepy and gets mad when he cant have burger

Ruggie: Is convinced his gauze falling out is his tongue and panics, "I cant afford that" and while crying tries to stuff it back into his mouth

Jack: my poor baby is bullied so much by his upperclassmen that he's convinced that they took his legs too and just starts crying. They let himvideocall with his siblings and he starts crying and telling them how much he loves them.

Octavinelle

Azul: wough baby boy is so out of it, he doesnt even notice when smoothie starts dripping down his chin bc he can't feel it. He starts crying if you tell him he's making a mess, but is fine the moment he's shown he's clean.

Jade + Floyd: Wakes up during surgery around the same time as Floyd and both of them are trying to talk to each other and laughing because they cant with peoples hands in their mouths. Also this links to a tiktok thats like them. After.

Scarabia

Kalim: I can't find the video, but when he's sitting in the chair after surgery he notices a nurse leave the room and starts crying. "They should be here. Everyone should be here to see me"

Jamil: He and Najma get them done at the same time, he's emotional, she's making fun of him, gets confused in a funny way when he cries and tells him to stop being a baby

Pomefiore

Vil: He gets mad if you record him, he's still coherent enough to know he doesnt want a phone in his face, but the audio clips are immaculate. Compares himself to god more than once.

Rook: Son of a bitch doesnt have wisdom teeth >:(

Epel: Pulls his shirt away from his chest to look down and gets sad "they didn't gimme my muscles" and is absolutely miserable

Ignihyde

Idia: Ortho fucks around with him some, puts pringles cans on his arms and convinces him he's ironman/some equivalent from an anime or something. Mans is hyper in attitude but wont get up from his chair. Yes Ortho livestreams it to the rest of Ignihyde.

Ortho: N/A

Diasomnia

Malleus: he's really weepy after getting his wisdom teeth out. Lilia convinces him that his horns have grown legs and walked away and Malleus proceeds to cry more until his favourite person shows up and all is right in the world again.

Lilia: He's a runner he's a track staaaar, someone put him on a leash because he will unlock and open the door of a moving vehicle to try to jump out (HC that medical practitioners can enforce magic restraints so that while a patient is incapable of making an informed decision they cannot use magic) also dances a lot. Looooves to talk on the phone,ven if theres nobody on the other end.

Silver: Sleepy baby stays a sleepy babyyyy

Sebek: He has the widest fucking eyes at everything, everything feels waaaaay too fast for him, but its the first time hes so quiet , hes like dead silent

Masterlist

#twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #deuce spade #ace trappola #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil shoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmeir #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver #sebek zigvolt #v talks

[sningo-prompts]

Since there isnt much room for Sneasel Ingo to get his “physical therapy” Emmet has started taking him out to places it would be safe for Ingo to get his body back on track.

I put it in quotes because its nothing too serious just mostly walking and mostly stretches. When i busted my elbow i had tons of stretches they wanted me to do so i figure they would want the same for Ingo since he was stuck on bed rest for a couple of days plus his injuries.

This could lead two ways. I will put both down here if my cat stops stepping on my face blocking me from my phone.

First it leads to Emmet and Ingo getting regular nightly or early morning walks. They try to pick a time without so many people out and about. Idk the area they are from very well but in this au a forrest has been mentioned quite a lot so im gonna say they go there. Its some good bonding time for them. Also very relaxing for Emmet who in the end got the most “healing” from it out of the two. Emmet mostly rants to Ingo about his life with Ingo missing. These rants really help Emmet believe this is actually Ingo. Seeing how the sneasel responds. The way they are reacting isnt quote pokemon like and truely does remind him of his brother. These walks also help Emmet actually see how traumatised Ingo is at this point. The whole time Ingo is clearly on edge. Tense at any noise. It hurts Emmet to see but it really drives home his resolve to help his brother. He does anything to make these walks more enjoyable for Ingo. Even after Ingos fully recovered they keep the walks.

Second idea is that these trips out are how the poacher’s find Ingo again. They get spotted and maybe a fight breaks out and for a short while Ingo gets separated from Emmet. Oooo i have it now here old my beer lord let me be strong my arm is falling asleep

So the poachers figured out Emmet is taking Ingo out at night and get their schedule. They have to strick fast before the Sneasel is fully healed so maybe their 3rd night out they get attacked. Emmet is battling to protect Ingo but theres like 5 poachers. Seeing a lost cause Emmet quickly makes a distraction and books it with Ingo in his arms. They hear yelling. Its getting closer but Emmet doesnt stop running. Maybe he stashes Ingo in a tree. Telling him to wait for him to come back and to stay hidden. Which Ingo doesnt want to leave his brother but he also really doesnt want another trip with poachers. Hiding in a hollow of a tree he is having a lil panic while Emmet leads them away. He cant see anything without risking being seen himself. So he just sits there. In this much to small hollow. In the dark. Listening, waiting for one of them to find him and take him away again. Hes so afraid whos going to find him he starts trying to shut the outside world out. When Emmet comes back after besting the poschers ( the fight is a lot easier when he doesnt have the stress of his brither being taken) he doesnt like what he sees. An unresponsive and trembling Ingo. Curled in on himself with his paws covering his ears. He doesnt respond at all to Emmets soft whisper calling his name. He doesnt move till Emmet actually touches him. He strikes out completely and utterly terrified. Luckly he just scratched Emmets glove and not actually his hand. The whole walk back home is in silence. Ingo curled up in Emmets arms trembling and Emmet on edge listening for anyone else.

#sneasel ingo #transfer error au #sneasel ingo au #ok i havent slepted in two days and i have work tomorrow so i better get off here #i gotta get up warly to do laundry anyway. like six hours at lesst from now

[zukkatrash]

A Mask to see me as I am

a modern zuko wears makeup au, 2k words, finished, read under the cut

Summary: Zuko tries to cover up his scar with make up, fails miserably but realizes that he doesn't have to cover his face to stand to look at it

(includes bad Haikus from someone who doesnt know shit about Haikus)

credit to @turtleduck-vibes for beta reading this (thanks again ur the best!!♡)

---

The first time Zuko remembered putting makeup on his face was when he was six.

His mother was painting Azula's face next to him for a festival. He couldn't help himself, just dipped his fingers into the small container of colour and smeared it on his face, trying to mimic the delicate lines mother had drawn on his sister. His mother had smiled at him as she wiped the paint off of his hands and tried her best to fix the greasepaint on him into something more put together. Zuko barely remembered the festival or even what was painted on his face, but he did remember the concentration in his mother's eyes. The dedication and love she put into every stroke of her brush and how she smiled when he giggled at the tickling sensation.

Ozai hated it.

Mother didn't paint his face

again, remembering screams.

---

The second time Zuko put makeup on was when he was thirteen, desperately trying to hide a hickey he could not and would not want to explain to anyone.

---

It didn't hide it.

Ozai found out easily.

It had hurt so much.

The third time Zuko put makeup on was when he was fifteen. He still couldn't stand looking into the mirror longer than it took to check if there was something between his teeth. So he skipped the mirror, grabbed the foundation and more or less smeared it onto his eye. The texture of it felt weird on his face, too clumpy and suffocating. So foreign from the salve he had used to heal the wound. The brush however, brought back the memory of his mother. Her death still stung in his heart — He suspected it always would. But when he stopped attacking his face with the pigment for a second and just let the brush glide along his face, he could only think of his mother's smile. He lifted his face to the mirror and couldn't help but hope that it wouldn't glare back at him with the mark of Ozai's hate.

It looked almost worse.

His eye still too small. The place where an eyebrow should be standing out starkly. The skin around his eye clumped with makeup in a harsh contrast to the smooth unmangled rest of his face. 

It took exactly three and a half seconds for him to tear his face away from the mirror.

---

He could not hide it

Hatred burned into his skin

So he wiped it off

The next time Zuko put on makeup, he was a bit more prepared, having read up a bit on proper application and the like. He set his things on the desk in front of him, asking himself once again why he was even trying. The scar would always be there. Burned into his skin. Zuko had already spent his tips from the teashop on this, so he might as well try. But when he faced the mirror, he still couldn't hold his own gaze. He should be used to it by now, having lived with the scar for over two years. Having lived with Ozai’s contempt for as long as he could remember. But hope could be persistent. Zuko knew he could never earn his father’s love. That it wasn’t something a child could earn, that it should have been given to him from the second he came into his life. Zuko knew Ozai was wrong and hateful and abusive, but still he couldn’t help but hope on some days. Couldn’t help but hope that the mirror would show him something different than the truth

Hate.

Disappointment. 

Condemnation.

He moved the mirror, only his right side visible to him now. Maybe he could practise there until he could finally stand seeing his own face again.

But what good would that do? If he wanted to hide his scar he had to put the makeup on his scar. He adjusted the mirror again. If he didn't move, all he could see was his cheek. The rough skin looked bad, but not as horrible as his eye. As my whole face- he couldn't help but think. He put some foundation on his brush and began spreading it. Unsure how to hold the brush, unsure how to move the brush, unsure why he was even trying.

But the brush felt nice and if he just focused on this small part of his face he almost forgot what he was trying to do. So he kept going, letting the brush glide over his skin, adjusting the mirror ever so slightly as he kept going. Scooting closer to it when his eye came into view, not wanting to see it compare to the other one. The normal one. The intact one. Before he knew it he had covered it all. He was done. He pulled back from the mirror.

---

But it still looked wrong

His skin the same colour, but

A mangled landscape

Zuko gave up on trying to cover his scar. The skin was too broken to ever look normal. The eye too broken to ever look normal. He was too- No, Uncle wouldn’t want him to think like that.

But he couldn't deny that he liked putting on the makeup. The method of painting, as if his face was just a sheet of paper and not a testament to Ozai's cruelty. The focus only on a part of his face, without time to criticise when there was art to be done. The memory of his mother smiling down at him as she tickled his nose with the brush. So Zuko didn’t give up on makeup. Only now, he stopped trying to hide something that would always be there.

At first he tried to emulate other people’s makeup, starting with simple things, or what he had thought to be simple things. More often than not, it didn’t come out looking any good. The soft green around his eyes, however, did look quite nice and he couldn't help but think of his uncle's work apron as he looked at his face in the mirror. For the first time in a long time, he could see his own smile look back at him.

---

The face still the same

His again with colours and

Memories of love

At seventeen Zuko’s weekend routine now had an addition. Instead of reading or studying, he would put on makeup after his shift at the jasmine dragon and wipe it off in time for dinner. He would lock the door, set the mirror on his desk and take out the small bag from where it was stuffed in his bottom drawer. He would see how different colours looked against his face, how the shapes accentuated different parts of his face, but he wouldn't cover up his scar anymore. Mostly he settled on leaving it alone altogether, since the pigment didn't tend to feel all that good on it. He got good at it though. Now he even took pictures of it, mostly just to track his progress, but the first one he had taken was a celebration. Of the first time his eyeliner looked not only even but good. Never to show anyone though. Not that he really could show anyone, since Jin would definitely tell his uncle. It wasn’t that she was a telltale, but only a few people managed to spend much time with Uncle without letting some secrets slip.  Zuko still couldn’t quite believe how easy it had been to come out to his uncle, how accidental it had been.

So maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if Uncle knew. No it definitely wouldn’t be bad. But this wasn’t only a hobby, or something Zuko just was. This was something that helped him look in the mirror. Even if his face was bare he knew how well blue went with his eyes. Where to put highlighter to bring out his cheekbones. How to get the tail of his eyeliner just right. This was something that helped him see himself behind his face.

---

A way to separate

The now away from the past

Mask to see himself

There was a knock at his door.

"Just a moment." He called back. Uncle was early, usually Zuko would have at least another half hour until dinner. He grabbed a makeup wipe and almost scrubbed it at his face. But today he had finished the dishes early. Today he had been ambitious. Today there were delicate flowers on his cheekbone. Flowers he had drawn and cleaned off with a q-tip and redrawn over and over again until they were perfect. He couldn't just wipe them off. 

“Do you need to come in?” Zuko asked before he could think better of it. 

“Are you alright, nephew?” And there it was. He hated to worry his uncle, the man had done so much for him and Zuko still just served to make his life harder.

“Yes.” Everything was alright, he just didn’t want him to come inside and yet even Zuko could hear it in his own voice. The undertone that would tell Uncle that there was something.

“I only wanted to ask if you would like to join me on a walk before dinner” Uncle’s voice was as gentle as ever.

“Nope, I’m good.” Zuko could almost feel his Uncle’s disappointment through the door.

“I am worried about you.” There was hurt in his voice and there was nothing Zuko would hate more than hurting his Uncle. He had to tell him, or rather show him.

“Zuko,” Uncle paused and Zuko already knew what was coming, but he really was fine. But then again Uncle wouldn’t know that. Zuko had already thought of telling him, but this felt like it was his and only his. He was sure Uncle wouldn’t react badly. Hell, Zuko could probably come home with bags full of stolen stuff and Uncle wouldn’t be mad at him. But this had been the first skill he had ever honed that wasn’t for other people, not to convince them of his worth. It wasn’t even that he didn’t want to tell Uncle, he just didn’t want to tell anyone.

But then Uncle had continued talking. 

Zuko took a deep breath, he knew he didn't have to worry. He knew Uncle loved him. He knew Uncle would never be mad at him for this. And yet the walk from his desk to his door had never felt longer. Zuko put his hand on the door and before he could think himself out of it he opened it.

His eyes were glued to the floor and his voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s not done yet.” Uncle took a second to react, which was to be expected but still Zuko couldn’t help his internal freak out at the silence. 

“Oh, what lovely jasmine blossoms.” and Uncle’s words were filled with love and a split second later his arms were filled with a very relieved Zuko.

---

Flowers blooming free

Pressed against a smiling cheek

Honesty brings freedom

Uncle knew and despite Zuko's worries it still was his. He might be getting more pictures of flowers when Uncle went on a walk but he didn't pry. He never pried, only ever waited patiently with open arms and a cup of tea, and when the next Saturday came around, Zuko didn’t lock his door. But left it wide open as he settled in front of his desk. And he almost didn’t startle when the apartment door opened later and the sound of Uncle’s hum filled the space.

Zuko was about to pull out his phone when he realized something. He didn’t have to take the selfie in his room where the light didn’t reach in the evening. He could catch the sun as it set from the living room. Uncle didn’t look up from his book as he passed him on the way to the window. Zuko very much understood it as the gesture it was. That their home was a place for Zuko to be himself, that Uncle wouldn’t stare at him just for expressing himself. He very much appreciated it as well, even though he had shared his secret, didn’t mean he was quited ready to really talk about it.

Vulnerable trust

Held steadfast with time and pain

And wounds can still heal

#atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar #zuko #atla modern au #zuko wears makeup #tw childhood trauma #tw child abuse mention #atla fanfic #zuko fanfic #zuko & iroh #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #this is my first fanfic so i really hope its okay #alsoif u have any thoughts abt this at all please tell me #like even if u hate it i want to /know/ #and dont hide it in the tags idk how many notifs i get hhaa #thats a lie every notification gives me serotonin

[words-for-holland]

The Songs in Our Life: It’s Not a Date

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Y/N & Tom learn more about each other on their night out together...but remember it’s not a date.

Inspired by: I Wanna Know You - Hannah Montana & David Archuleta

Album Description | Track 1 | Track 2 |

Waiting. It’s the action of staying where you are to delaying something until a certain time has come or something happens. 

For instance, Y/N and Tom were due for a date at 5:40pm, and the wait was almost unbearable for them. Not that it was ever an official date....but the idea of seeing each other again the very same day brought a feeling of excitement. Something that neither had felt in a very long time. Seconds, minutes, and the remaining hours passed. Y/N had clocked out of work, shoved her laptop in her bag, and made her way down to lobby to meet Tom. As she approached the area, her steps slowed and ultimately stopping in her tracks. Seeing Tom, casually waiting brought a new found feeling. She smiled at him, already thinking about the possibilities of the if’s and’s & wants in her future, but immediately shook out the thought. 

“C’mon Y/N it’s way too early to be thinking like this. You haven't even gone on a date with him yet and you're already thinking about a future. Jesus.” Y/N muttered to herself, verbally smacking some common sense into her brain. 

As she continued to walk towards Tom, he looked up to meet her eyes and started walking to her direction. “Fancy seeing you here, darling.” he greeted with that boyish smile. He offered his hands, gesturing to allow him to carry her bag, but Y/N simply shook her head and declined the offer. “It’s okay. I got it.” 

“Are you sure?” he asked. 

“Of course, but would it be okay if we stopped by my apartment to drop this off?” Y/N replied to him. “I really don't want to be carrying this around while I blow your mind with the best food in the city.” 

Tom hadn’t replied to Y/N’s question, he was too busy thinking about..well...her. In his mind, he would have been more bold and responded to her question like ‘Aw, here I was hoping you were just going to invite me in to stay there and I can show you a really good time’. Or ‘Nothing blows my mind more than you’.

Instead what came out was “Yeah, sure that’s fine.” he smiled back, mentally slapping himself for not being able to pull off something smoother.

“Okay, let’s go. It’s not that far.” Y/N lead the way, with Tom following behind. There it was. That awkward-but-not-so-awkward tension coming up as the two walked in silence to Y/N’s apartment. Both knew it wasn’t an official date, so why was it hard to just strike a conversation? Y//N and Tom fought with their inner conscious as they tried to figure out how to make the first move. It was then when both Tom and Y/N, took a deep breath and said out loud their questions the same time.

They laughed at their failed attempts to strike a proper conversation, and tried to make it better by saying “You first.” in unison and then “No you.” 

Tom gestured to Y/N to speak first. “So how was your press interview? Did you get in trouble for being late?” Y/N asked as they continued to walk the streets of 34th Avenue.

Tom looked at Y/N’s way, recollecting their first meet up. Indeed Tom was extremely late, but if he hadn’t been he wouldn’t be in this position right now with her. “Yeah it went well. I just got in a little bit of trouble, but it’s okay. Sometimes you’ve got to live a little dangerously.” he winked, which made Y/N’s cheeks display the most delicate shade of pink. “What about you? How was work?”

Y/N shrugged at his question. “Can’t complain. Im still new to the company, but the projects are fun and everyone’s welcoming and a pleasure to work with. Just hoping I dont mess it up.”

“Im sure you won’t. You dont seem to be that type.” Tom responds truthfully.

Y/N looks at him and smiles. “Oh? And what type do I seem to be?” She challenges him, but before he could speak, they make it to Y/N’s apartment.

She jiggles the key in and opens the door for Tom, allowing him to enter first. The first thing that catches his eyes are the cream colored walls and soft blue furniture accents. Papers are piled up on a table, and pictures of Y/N with her friends and family placed decoratively on the walls. Candles were lit and the T.V. was softly playing in the background. “Wow...this is really cozy.” Tom reacts, intaking the surrounding. “Though I must say I usually get invited inside the house on the second date.” He laughs at his sorry joke.

Thankfully Y/N’s sense of humor was extremely easy tonplease, and she laughed along with him, playfully hitting his shoulder. “Oh stop, I told you I need to set my stuff down. I —”

“Hey Y/N I was wondering what—” Y/N’s roomate and best friend comes in to the living room seeing a rare sighting of Y/N with a man. “Oh...I didnt know we had company.” She smiles, trying her best to contain her excitement for her best friend.

“Oh right.” Y/N closes her eyes briefly in hopes that her best friend doesnt embarrass her. “Um Tom this is Kaitlyn, she’s my best friend and roomate. Kaitlyn this is Tom H—”

“Believe me. I know who you are.” Kaitlyn smiles widely. “It’s...wow..a surprise really. Nice to meet you.”

“And it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Tom greets back shaking her hand.

“So are you two like...” Kaitlyn gestures as she squiches her hands together. “On a date?”

Both Y/N’s and Tom’s eyes widen, both of their cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. They knew it wasnt such a bad thing to consider, them being on a date and getting romantic. But they just met, neither wanted to risk the chance of screwing it up. “Of course not. I was just planning to show Tom around the city, since he’s not from here.”

Tom would be lying if he said his heart didnt drop just a little, but he wasnt going to let that show. Even though he wanted it to be so much more than a hang out. “Yeah, I figured why not....since we’re friends.” There it goes again..that awkward silence.

“Uh huh. Im sure you both will enjoy your friendly hangout. Y/N knows all the best places to eat.”

“I wouldnt doubt it.” Tom smiles.

“And we should get going...uhh Kaitlyn you’re welcome to join us if you want?” Y/N interjects as she and Tom get ready to go out.

“Oh. It’s fine! You two go out. Im good here.” Kaitlyn rejects and winks at Y/N.

Y/N rolls her eyes as she leads Tom out. Not far from her home, the two make it to Chelea’s Market, where they indulge in all things Italian. From the flavorful pasta, to the fresh steamy focaccia bread that comes right out of the stone oven. It was Y/N’s go-to place to impress anyone visiting. The food was great and the scenery outside was beautiful.

While the food was incredible, Tom’s prescence was where the real magic came to play. She could only imagine what hanging out with a celebrity would be like, but Tom was another story.

She took in how engaged he was with her stories about growing up in a small town in New Jersey with her family, how Kaitlyn and two other friends had stayed together since they were 6, and how her life had felt so barred until she moved here in the city, feeling free for the first time ever.

He was interested in all of it. Tom’s eyes looked at her with endearment, and his smile grew the more he heard about her most heart touching memories, his laugh becoming more robust and joyus when she told him a funny memory. He was falling for her, even though he didnt want to admit it just yet. While he got a good chunk of her life, he wanted to know more.

Y/N on the other hand, wanted to turn the tables. “So what about you?” She asked, as they both made their way to the High Line, warm latte in hand.

“What do you mean?” He questions back, displaying a coy smile.

“C’mon you know what I mean. What’s your story? And when I mean story I dont mean how you got famous.” Y/N explains as they continue walking.

Tom looked down at the ground, thinking. He couldnt remember the last time a stranger wiuld ask about his life, and not just the story about his career. “Well, I have 3 younger brothers. A set of twins named Sam and Harry and a younger brother name Paddy but we like to call him Padster. I lived with my best mate Harrison for 4 years. Love sports but golfing all time has to be my favorite. Ironically, Im terrified of spiders and I hate cheese.”

Y/N took in his 5 minute biography, and thought about how genuine he was. Just like she did, Tom gave stories about his brothers and best friend, and the more he talked the real he felt to Y/N. Their friendship was blossoming and in this moment nothing felt out of place. “Wow, you hate cheese?! Cheese is single-handely the best creation on this planet. I feel sorry for the girl that had to deal with that.” Y/N stopped her tracks, realizing what she just slipped in. She didnt mean to mention about a potential girlfriend he did or didnt have, it just...happened.

“Haha Im sure she doesn’t mind. She doesnt particulary like cheese either.” He plays along, but Y/N’s spirit started to lower. So there was a girl after all. She should have known.

“Oh, so there is a girl. Isnt there?” She speaks in a monotone.

“Of course! Tessa shes been with me for awile. Cheeky little dog, but I love her so much.” Tom laughs as he takes a sip of his coffee.

Y/N shook her head as she caught on his words. Dog? Upon realization, she shook her head looking down at the ground hiding her embarrassment.

“Sorry. I had to.” He continued to laugh, “but your face and attitude was priceless. Its almost as if you we’re jealous or soemthing.”

“What?! Me jealous?! Please.” Y/N tried miserably to play off.

“C’mon I saw those lips purse and that cute nose scrunch. You looked wee bit jealous.” Tom stated as he lifted her chin to meet his eyes. The moment was tense and silent but not akward. They took in each others features, lips getting closer, eyes slowly closing until... “It’s getting late.”Y/N whispered. Both let down by the moment being ruined.

Tom pulled away with a look of disappointment. “Yeah...you’re right. I’ll walk you back? My hotel is not far from your place.” He offered.

“Of course it’s not. It’s the tri-state area. Everything here is 30 minutes or less.” She jokes, trying to lighten the mood. “I would like that a lot.”

They continued to walk back home, side by side with light conversations. Almost forgetting their almost-kiss on their unofficial date. As they reached the steps of Y/N’s apartment. The two bid their farewell.

“Well I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you Y/N.” Tom said smiling at her as he held her hand.

“Likewise. I cant remember the last time I had this much fun.” Y/N admits, hoping that this wouldnt be the first and last time she’d see him. “Maybe we can do this again?” She bravely suggests.

“I’d love that. See you soon, darling.” With that he kissed her goodbye on the cheek as he made his way to the hotel, but not until he made sure, Y/N got inside safely.

Proceed to Track 3.

Taglist (Send an ask or message to be added):

@horanxholland @peterspideyy @stan-ish230403 @averyfosterthoughts @eridanuswave @greatpizzascissorstaco

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader

[insidetheacademy]

Say You Love Me || ii

pairings: Peter Parker x reader (both Peter and reader are 18+!)

gif credits: tomhollandd

summary: peter and reader met once again after months of not seeing other

warnings: angst??? if you squint??? a bit of fluff if you squint too i guess???

part i part ii part iii part iv part v 

-

*flashback*

“hey, its okay, you’ll find another one.” Peter reassures you whilst his finger runs up and down your hair as you sob beside him on his pillow. you had just broken up with your significant other, Alex. they said you were too much to handle and that you could be a manic sometimes. you begged for them to stay, promising them that you would do better but they just walked away. “i feel like everything i do isnt enough for them,” you blurted out

Peter couldnt help but say “don’t say that, y/n. you’re literally the amazing person that I had ever met. you’re so kind, caring and just so out of this world.” Peter meant every word he said that night. You looked up at him with red swollen eyes and he opened his arms to attack you with his hugs. Peter didnt care that you had snots and such, the only thing that he had in his mind were that his best friend is safe with him.

Peter cupped your face, “cheer up, y/n, let’s go and get some slushee?” Peter asked trying to cheer you up with your favourite 7 Eleven drink. He helped wiped your tears off of your face with his thumb and you just nodded at his words.

“earth to y/n,” MJ said waving her hands in front of your face, “God, are you daydreaming about Parker again?” she scoffed crossing her arms. you look at her sadly, “i just can’t believe he rejected me that coldly, you know?” you went on and on about how you werent unsatisfied with his rejection. true, it has been 6 months exact that he had rejected you and you can’t seem to get your mind off of him.

MJ had enough of you wallowing in sadness, she puts her hand on top of your hands trying to make you feel safe and calm, “look, y/n, what he did was an ass move, but he also did the right thing. atleast he doesnt leads you on,” you looked at her face not knowing what to respond as she was right. at least he was being honest. She continued “who would’ve thought a well known New York City based painter like you would still be hung up on a guy like him,” you rolled your eyes at her attempt trying to brag about your achievements.

but you couldnt help but think about that night when Alex left you and Peter was there to help you. you’ve held that memory so dearly as it was the first time you had fallen for Peter. i guess you read it wrong when he tells that you were an amazing person. i mean, only a crazy person would think that complimenting an opposite gender friend is flirting. you thought to yourself too, did he really mean those words? or was he just trying to make you feel better?

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

you were walking side by side with MJ heading your way towards the nearest bookstore to buy your own copy of Meditations by Marcus Aurelius. a series of private notes by Aurelius and his ideas of Stoic Philosophy. you remember when Peter would constantly call you a nerd for being so invested in books but you didnt mind as he was the worse of them all; a geek. He wouldnt shut up about Star Wars and all those superhero stuff. You’d gladly listen to him talking about it anyway as so is he about your books.

you and MJ walked into the bookstore and split ways to find each of your own needs. you head down to the history archives isle, to find the boon of your desire. you stopped in your tracks when you heard a familiar warm laughter, “dude, that’s messed up!” he exclaimed. out of curiousity, you followed the voice to see is it really who you think it was? to your surprise it was Peter and Ned. you were a bit shocked, you tried to walked away when Ned caught you.

“is that y/n? hey y/n!” Ned shouted to which you spinned to face Ned and Peter. you gave them a fake warm smile and walked over to them. “hey guys,” you said in the most boring tone ever. “how have you been, girl? it has been so long!” Ned asked to which you replied good. Peter has been eyeing you for the whole conversation, you noticed but you didnt want to look at his beautiful brown eyes knowing that doing so will break you.

you had to end the conversation to meet MJ knowing that she would definitely be mad if you took way too long even when you knew what book to buy. “woah, look at the time!” you said lacing in sarcastic, “i gotta go. MJ’s gonna be pretty mad at me for disappearing for this long.” Ned’s face lit up with excitement as the whole gang was here! “MJ’s here? dude we have to meet her!” Ned said nudging Peter’s arm. you immediately regretting everything that you had just said knowing them, this would probably turn into the biggest reunion hangout ever.

you found MJ in the arts section reading a book about Van Gogh. she looked up when she saw a figure walking to her, “hey! are you fini-“ she stopped mid sentence as she saw the two guys behind you. she immediately gave them the hugest hugs ever. it has been a long time since the four of you hung out like this.

the conversation then moved to a café. it was only Ned and MJ talking, you and Peter didnt talk a lot. you kept looking at Peter when he’s not looking and he notices it but he doesnt want to say anything.

Peter on the other hand had to break up with Jane when he found out that Jane was having an affair with a guy from work. He was upset, he couldn’t even step out of his home for the whole six months. thats why Ned is here. he pushed Peter out of his shell.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

it was 9pm already. Goodness, time flies when you’re catching up with old friends or so you thought. you parted ways with MJ and Ned but funny enough, you forgot that your apartment was near Peter’s so you two had to walk together. but not really together, just five feet apart from each other to avoid the deathly awkward silence.

you were doing fine walking on your own when you heard a rustling behind you, you checked to look and it was only Peter. you raised your eyebrows and faced forward, “look, I wanna say that I’m sorry,” he spoke. you took out your earphones to say “for what?” pretending to be clueless but you were fully aware about what’s he saying. you just wanted some sort of confirmation that he knows he treated you a bit coldly that night.

“for rejecting you. so coldly in fact. I just dont know what the hell happened for me to reacted like that. I know that you’re probably not gonna forgive me for not feeling the same way.” he said scratching his head, but he was so wrong. why wouldnt you forgive him? feelings just don’t reciprocate and thats okay. you understood plus eventhough you wanted him so bad at that specific night, you can’t just take away someone’s once in a lifetime.

you reassured him that it was fine and that you understood him. you explained that his rejection made you even more aware of yourself and how you sort of found yourself through it all. Peter spoke up again, “so a painter, huh?” he nudges you. you let out a breath to the nose laugh and said a tiny yeah. he then follows up with a “i saw your paintings at the painting exhibitions and i must say they’re really pretty. they’re different than what you used to paint back in high school.” you stopped in your tracks and looked at him to find some sort of ‘haha i’m just joking i dont really give a shit about your paintings’.

you felt so happy that even when you stopped talking he was still keeping tabs on what you were doing. it sent a feeling to your stomach that you hadnt felt in the span of six months. you smiled at him and said “well, i’m honoured that you think so, Parker.”

“here’s me,” you said to Peter arriving at your apartment complex. not too shabby. the awkward silence came back once again between the two of you, not knowing how to end it. “so uh-“ the two of you spoke in unison, you stopped and laughed. “I would love to go out with you again. I’ve missed you so much.” Peter said, your lips curved into a smile “Wednesday, 12:30pm, don’t be late.” you said to him as you walked up the stairs to the inside of your apartment.

He didnt have the time to process it properly but he knew he just got a date. He felt so giddy at the fact that he got his best friend back but he doesnt know that you still want more.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

a/n; part two!! thank you so much for the positive feedback! i’m honestly considering on making this into a little mini series! let me know if you are interested <3!

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluffs #tom holland fluffs #peter parker angst #tom holland angst #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #uh oh reader wants to bang peter

[melto]

🌻share your wisdom with us

I THINK THAT GEN AND SHOTAROU FRM KAMEN RIDER WOULD HAVE A REALLY GOOD DYNAMIC AND I WISH THEY GOT TO INTERACT MORE EVEN THOUGH I REALLY LOVE THE BIT THEY HAD IN THE OOO X FOURZE MOVIE BC I THOT IT WAS VERY SWEET BUT LIKE......

both are delinquents with hearts of gold (shotarou in the more literal sense of being a delinquent on purpose whereas with gen he just wears his old uniform and causes some problems on accident trying to fill lives with love and friendship) and while they hold themselves very differently at their core they Really. are just very similar. shotarou does his best to hide the overly emotional and loving parts of himself to hold up his image but it is still painfully obvious and gen walks with those parts proudly full chest gen knows how to tell people he loves them and lift them up while also being himself fully even if its something someone doesnt want (see him being kengo's friend to spite him, saying he likes all his friends he made and will make, not letting ryuusei join the krc at first) and shotarou is true to himself most of the time, i think, its in a very different way than it is for gen. shotarou feels things fully and sticks to his morals to a fault at times but because he is so desperate at times to pretend he is this cool hardboiled guy that he is denying himself and others the honesty or whatever that gen is able to offer to himself and his friends. gen and shotarou both do very stupid fucking things. both are putting themselves in danger for others. shotarou gets his ass beat and sulks and withdraws and gen does shit like fucking dying. in these times, shotarou is honest in his dedication to keeping the city safe and all that other stuff, but not entirely about what he's feeling always. he gets extra upset and heated at times but will chalk it up to loving his city and wanting to protect it. gen doesnt really have a One thing to brush things off on. he doesn't just say things like "it's because we are friends!" which is the core of what he does bc fourze is all about power of friendship but he's straightfoward in every situation. like with ryuusei, its not just that they are pals now-- its that gen is okay with dying because he understands the need to protect the friends you love, and he's wanted to truly be a friend and help ryuusei the entire time and he says this, and he reenforces it as soon as he's alive again. it's not a i want to save the school its i want to save you. also like. shotarou gets upset with someone and he acts out. see punching philip or aggressively grabbing/shoving him or terui or just him stomping away. and then you look at gen who DOES express that he's hurt but immediately goes to fix it. see him searching for the magnet switch when kengo is mad at him or when he cant transform anymore because jk leaves the krc and he learns guitar to connect with him and all the other gen shit that gen does and i love him for WWHJKDHFDJKD

the relationships they both have with their emotions completely changes the way the interact with the world around them and i think it could do them some good to like. get to interact. shotarou seeing gen be so honest and proud of his emotions and gen seeing shotarou consider himself a bit more and think bigger picture and stuff (like gen being like Yes im the only one who can be fourze Yes its fine is ryuusei kills me rn). they both are so full of love and determination and want to protect their friends and everything. ALSO i think their reactions to losing someone dear to them really shows their different relationships with their emotions. they both have that same response of being heartbroken and not wanting it but its not something all consuming for gen like it becomes for shotarou which is also in part due to shotarou starting the series and his relationship with philip in a place of grief where gen does have that looming over him and their view on relationships being very different (like shotarou having issues with being left behind and alone while thats not something that gen really struggles with because he's moved around so much and has shared those bonds with more people even if they are not as deep as shotarou's with philip; they are all important to gen, and thats moreso for the krc) but shotarou like reacts very emotionally and outwardly but doesnt talk about it. he gets upset and doesnt allow himself to cry at first and does everything he can to avoid the feeling and what philip is asking of him and asking for. which tracks because shotarou has always had more selfish tendencies overall which made him focus on his own inner struggle with the situation at hand and effectively almost erasing the emotional growth philip has gone through because it is easier to only consider himself hurt because acknowledging that this is also hard for philip will make him face his own selfish nature and possibly deter him from trying to find a way around losing philip. with gen, he also does react outwardly to the idea of losing kengo but he openly admits that he's hurt and is confrontational about it he's hurt about the situation and he's hurt about the way kengo is acting about it, so he calls him out. he gets upset, he is honest about much he doesn't want this to be happening and how much he wants kengo to stay with them but also acknowledges that it isnt about him and he gives kengo space to also be upset about it rather than just pushing it down. shotarou tries to put distance between himself and philip because he's scared and gen bring himself and kengo (and also yuuki) together because he's scared. ahem. anyways. i simply think its interesting how that are at their cores they are so similar but go about it in competely different ways due to the relationships they have with their emotions HJFKHDJNJKDS

#this is basically just a rant i had on twitter a few months ago that never made it to tumblr so i am so fucking sorry #long post // #isaac kr posting hours #asks #jemamore

[mintandsugabiasd]

BTS reacts to long-haired s/o getting rly short hair/pixie-cut

Seokjin:

By the earthy scent that wafts from inside your apartment, you can tell that he's in the middle of cooking -- he insists that it's his way of giving back for when he's away from you so jagi please let him take care of you. And honestly you're not really complaining.

"I'm home!" You walk into the living room and head straight to the couch to put your bags down. Almost immediately, you can hear the stove click shut and the shuffling of feet.

"Jagiya, welcome back," he says as he makes his way to you in the living room. "I hope you're in the mood for -- WOAH!"

He fumbles when he sees you -- hair styled into a pixie cut that reveals your neck and jaw, instead of the long waves you've had since the beginning of your relationship -- and almost trips, slotted fryer still at hand. You almost laugh at how comical it is.

"Ta-da...," you say, shyly. You know how into appearances he is sometimes, and he's made it known just how much he loves your long hair, that it dawns on you that maybe he might not like your impulsive decision to cut it...

"Jagi...," he starts, circling around you, eyes big and very visibly shook. You bite your lip, fidgeting in place and unsure about what he'll say. Would he really hate it...?

He blinks in that way he does when he finds something unbelievable as he continues eyeing your new look.

"Woah, my baby," he says, edges of his lips tugging into a smile. "Have you always had such a gorgeous neck?"

You laugh, tension rolling off your person in droves as he closes the gap between you. Your hands automatically find him when he lingers even closer, fingers caressing your nape to toy with the edges of your short hair.

"I hope you like it." It's honestly so lame how nervous you sound. But Seokjin just laughs, pushes your fringe back a little to press his lips onto your forehead.

"You're beautiful. Did you know that?" he says, hugging you. You can feel him breathe you in, sighing into your bare shoulder. "You'll always be beautiful. It's as much a fact as that I'll always be handsome."

"We'll always be world-wide handsome and world-wide drop-dead gorgeous, you and I."

Yoongi:

Not many things can take Yoongi's attention away from his work when he's really into it. Most people expect that, just because he's busy or just plain uninterested, he doesn't pay attention to much.

But you and the boys know better than anyone that that has always been the greatest misconception when it came to your boyfriend -- Yoongi has always been perceptive, despite how reserved he tends to be. It's why his lyrics can be so emotionally charged with power and intrigue, while also being so relatable at the same time.

But that's not to say that Yoongi, in all his perfection and all his flaws, doesn't fumble sometimes. Especially when he's completely immersed on the new beat he's making for a new track.

And, if you're being honest with yourself, you'd rather he just kept his attention on his music for now and not on your new haircut.

It's the shortest it's ever been; the first time you've opted for a pixie cut. Although you don't mind it's length one bit (and the added bonus of a very light, very breezy neck), you can't help but worry a little bit about how Yoongi will react... not that he cares about appearances.

You know that he doesn't, but that doesn't stop the nervous thudding of your heart against your ribs when you pause in front of his studio door with takeout to brace yourself.

You're quite relieved, however, that he doesn't look away from his computer when you announce yourself entering his studio with lunch. You'll earn a grunt at best when he's on his busiest days and you know that to be the best sign: Yoongi's always on his best mood when he feels accomplished.

The thought of his dedication -- to his work, to his fans, to his passion for music -- touches your heart and makes you smile while you're setting out portions of the take out. How you love watching him work and being inspired by him.

Habit kicks in, however, when you set his food by his computer and you absentmindedly brush your fingers on the soft skin of his nape, for the moment forgetting about your nerves. He glances up at you and smiles, which you fondly return, before you make your way to your food by the couch.

Which is why you completely miss how the smile on his lips dissolves completely into a confused little frown at the thought that wait something doesn't feel quite right. And how he does a complete double-take afterwards.

"Y/n," he says, turning his chair. Your eyes widen and shit your heart is screaming as you turn to face him.

"Yes, Yoongi?"

He doesn't respond. Instead it's a full-on staredown (with that confused frown and that endearing tilt of his head whenever he's processing something). You bite your lip, heat blooming on your face and your heart thrumming as you wait for him to say something. Anything.

He stands up and walks up slowly towards you, brows still furrowed slightly to the middle. You gulp, refusing now to meet his eyes when he's close enough -- what if he actually does hate it -- and visibly shudder when you feel his fingers of one hand touch the bare base of your neck.

Your breath catches when long, piano fingers move slowly up your neck to the corner of your jawline, lingering on exposed skin, and eventually, down to your chin. He tilts your chin up so that you finally look at him, and you blush hotly at how close he is. At this rate, your heart is going to short-circuit from another kind of heat.

Lunch is definitely cold by now.

"You're so pretty," he says, low against your skin as he moves to nuzzle under the corner of your jaw. Your laugh sounds more like a whimper and his breath tickles your neck as you lean on to his shoulder. Relief sets in but it is also quickly replaced by something else the moment you feel his arms pull you in closer towards him and his lips press butterfly kisses all over the newfound skin of your neck and shoulders. You can feel him smirk with every feathery touch of his lips.

"I like discovering new skin on you, pretty girl."

Hoseok:

You can hear music at the studio all the way down the hall. You knew it was empty before you even got to it -- the boys' practice ended hours ago -- and you knew there was only one person who's probably hard at work perfecting the new choreography. The thing about Hoseok is that deep down he's almost as much of a perfectionist as Yoongi. Maybe that's why they get along so well.

Your thoughts clear when you see him through the glass of the studio, lithe body bending and snapping at every pop and beat. It's why you love to hangout at the studio on your days off -- seeing Hoseok pour his heart and soul into his every movement is such a wonderful thing to witness.

You walk in, cap and hoodie both on to hide your new hairdo (something you'll surprise him with later), and catch his eyes on the mirror.

"Y/N!" You can almost see the laughter in his eyes settle over the serious focus he had earlier. He doesn't stop dancing though; he stops when the music stops.

You put your bag down and watch him for a while as he goes through the motions. And when he meets your gaze again, you mimic the steps he's doing -- even if you don't get it, if only just to make him laugh. Why have therapy when Hoseok's laugh is free?

Knowing that he's practiced enough, he turns from the mirrors to dance his way towards you instead. You laugh when he takes your hand and twirls both of you into the middle of the studio.

He knows he's unmatched when it comes to skills but he adores it every single time you humour him and move to his every step, no matter how bonkers you both look doing it. There's only light and love when both of you dance with each other. And maybe a heck lot of laughter.

It's that easy to be yourself around Hoseok and it's even easier still to forget that you were supposed to surprise him. Which is why it is the moment you forget about your new haircut that it is finally revealed to him.

Mid-step of a swinging routine, your hoodie falls back and Hoseok immediately catches the absence of your work-out ponytail under the cap. He's so surprised that he screams.

"Jagi! Your hair!"

All joking around stop and you see his wide eyes panicked and a hand over his mouth.

"Right... Oops?" You smile sheepishly, shrugging. "I had it cut... Surprise?"

When he doesnt say anything for a while, your insides start to feel a little cold. "Is it.. that bad?"

Your question is what jolts him out of his trance and immediately, he's coming closer and taking your hands in his, exclaiming, "NO! No, of course not! I'm just surprised, is all!"

"Wow...," he continues, now seeing it closer and... real-er. His eyes light up, the hand covering his mouth moving to touch fluffy, newly-cut locks.

"Wooow daebak..." he says even more animatedly now, that you're unsure if he's just being overdramatic or if he's suddenly really excited for you. "Wow, jagiya!"

And now he's definitely making a ridiculous thing out of it with every gasp and every "Oh wow!!" You laugh at every overdone antic, knowing that he's doing this to make up for his absent reaction earlier.

"Hobiii!"

Instead of finally telling you what he thinks of your hair, he laughs brightly and takes your face between his hands and squishes your cheeks.

"Does this mean you like it?" You ask, blushing a bit through his squish.

"Like it?" He moves in to kiss you on the nose, fingers burying themselves through your hair.

"I think you'll have to keep your hair short from now on. I like seeing your smiles and laughs more fully now."

Namjoon:

You were a little sad to see your hair chopped off. It had always been one of your comfort zones; you couldn't count how many times you've hidden under it when things became too uncomfortable. But the gum that Namjoon, god of destruction as he was, had accidentally flicked on to your hair definitely had to go.

Honestly it's baffling how it stuck so bad and so hard onto the hair just below your jaw. Were Namjoon's fingers that strong or was the god of destruction just really powerful? Had it not meant cutting your hair off, you'd probably laugh.

"I'm really sorry, baby," your boyfriend pleads beside you, holding your hand tightly as the hairdresses snips more of your hair. You try not to look at the floor. "I truly am the god of destruction."

You were sad but seeing Namjoon so dejected made your heart your sink.

"Don't worry, baby," you said, squeezing his hand. "It's just hair. It'll grow back." You gave him a small smile, touching his dimple. The gesture lit his face, even if just a bit.

"I'm sure you'll look beautiful, even with short hair," he said, returning the gesture by tracing his finger over your now-exposed cheek and making you blush. Which he immediately caught.

"Y'know, I've never realized how pretty you are when you blush like that."

"Oh, please. That's not getting you out of your punishment for destroying my hair."

The laugh he lets out makes you feel airy and a whole lot better about your new haircut.

Jimin:

The moment you stepped into the apartment you both shared with your new pixie cut, you knew he would low key miss your long hair. He liked seeing it in braids and in all kinds of styles. He had thought long hair was very versatile. But knowing him to be a bit of a sappy romantic, you could say it was an understatement to say that he loved your new look the moment you revealed it to him.

"Jagi, you look beautiful! Wow, I bet it feels light in the back, huh?"

He absolutely worshipped you every time he saw you; kissing you on every newly-exposed bit of skin, cooing about how cute you were, how beautiful your short hair framed your cheeks and how incredibly in love he was with you.

Which is why it took you completely by surprise, when the first time you ran your fingers through your pixie cut, neck arching and lips parted in a sigh -- exactly the way he does it -- he pulls you close, your body full and flush against his, with eyes dark with need.

You feel your heart skip a beat the moment you feel heat radiating off him and how his fingers are splayed on your now very accessible neck. You blush at your proximity and the very quickly hardening thing pressing on your thigh.

"Jimin?" You couldn't mask your surprise even if you wanted to. A smirk tugs on his lips as he kisses you, cheeky and slow, on the corner of your lips to leave a trail south of your jaw. You feel his hand suddenly tug you by your short hair to reveal more of your neck and shoulder. Soon his teeth graze bare skin and you let out a strangled whimper the moment he bites down, and sucks. You become nothing but soft in his hands as he starts to pull your shirt clean off of you, sighing once more when his mouth latches on your neck.

All traces of fluff and sweetness trickle only into lust and sin when he whispers into the hollow of your exposed throat.

"Jagi, I dont think you should ever do that in front of anyone else but me."

Taehyung:

He too would miss your long hair; it's been such a part of you he loved to use to entertain himself (and you). He'd miss being able to run his fingers through your long tresses when he's having a stressful day or he'd miss tying it into weird hairstyles.

That is until you show up at the dorm with a fresh pixie cut and for once in your relationship, you had shorter hair than him.

Taehyung would stare, unanabashedly and unashamedly, with his big eyes and box mouth hanging open -- it'd be so funny that you can't help but laugh.

Your reaction would break him from his staring and he'd gulp, inspecting your haircut even more closely.

"Jagi...," he'd say, running his hands from the top of your head to the freshly buzzed hair on your neck.

It'll be a whole minute of you waiting for him to finish, while he stroked your hair with that awed (confused?) expression still on his face.

"Tae?"

The fingers in your hair stop as soon as he realizes that he was supposed to be speaking. "Uhm... it's so soft and fluffy..."

He looks so entranced that your heart melts -- as it is want to do when it comes to Taehyung -- and in these situations, there's really nothing left to do but jump and wrap your arms around him, nuzzling him under his jaw. Let him feel all that new-haircut fluff in all its glory.

"See? You can still play with my hair! I'm sure it'll be funnier now that it's shorter."

He buries his nose into the fluffiness of your short curls and you feel him nod as he holds you close.

Expect so many back hugs, hair-nuzzling and fluffed-out / messy hair competitions in the future.

"Bet your hair can't be fluffier than mine, jagi."

Jungkook:

You were hella worried. You had only meant to get a trim but the hairdresser had taken things too far... you're left with a haircut far too short, half-hidden in a hoodie as you snuggle against the couch, tears in your eyes.

Your phone buzzes, and sure enough, it's Jungkook asking you how your appointment with at the salon went. Fresh tears well up and destructive thoughts swarm your mind as you cry onto your cushion. Would he hate it? Were you ugly to him now?

You ignore his texts and calls for the better part of the afternoon as you wallow, when your stomach finally grumbles. You don one of JK's comfortable hoodies and start to head out, ready for a night in with spicy noodles and ice cream. It's gonna be a long lonely night of pondering how to break it to your idol boyfriend that his girlfriend currently has to regrow 2 years worth of hair.

The moment you walk out of your apartment, you bump into someone and you're already making a run for it with an apology on your lips, when you feel a firm grip on your arm.

"Y/N?"

Well fuck.

You peek from under your hoodie and lo and behold it's Jungkook with his large eyes and his perfect smile.

"Found you, Jagi!"

The tears at this point are automatic as you try to break free of his grip. Seriously. Of all people. He can't see you like this..

"Woah, woah! Hold on, jagiya!"

You shouldnt have even tried -- nobody gets away from Jungkook the moment he gets hold of you.

"Baby, what's going on?" He tries to get you to look at him but you keep your head low and your hood down. You hear him let out an exasperated sigh.

"You haven't been replying to all my calls and texts. And now you won't even look at me."

The hurt in his voice sounds too palpable that you stop struggling. But instead of finally looking at him, you bury yourself on his shoulder and cry. He's gonna see it and hate it so much.

"Baby?" He's still taken aback by your crying, but his arms circle around you and rub your back.

"Please don't look," you manage to squeak out. "Maybe later. But not now."

He sighs against you and relents. "Alright."

He contents himself by rubbing soothing circles on your back until your sobs die down to stiffled whimpers. The warmth of his hands and his breathing lull you into much-needed comfort that you don't notice his fingers shifting to rub your neck under the hood, until it's too late. The moment you feel the slight hitch in his breath as his fingers graze the shortness of your hair, you press yourself flush to him, face completely buried under his neck and jaw.

Fingers play with the hair on your nape, warm and slow, working your tension away. When your shoulders finally buckle to relax, Jungkook becomes bolder and pulls your hood slowly off your head. You feel his other hand join his first to run fingers through what's left of your hair.

Slowly -- oh so slowly -- he lifts your head and he peaks at you with shining eyes and that bright smile you fell for.

"Pretty baby," he says, thumbs wiping your tears away. You can tell how much he wants to laugh at your puffy, tear-stained face. "Bet you're prettier when you're not crying."

You smack him on his arm and the laugh he's been keeping down finally bursts out as he pulls you back into another hug. You love him so much.

"Did you know you can make a heart with your bangs?"

#bts reactions #bts reacts #bts imagine #bts imagines #bts scenes #bts scenarios #bts scenario #bts jin #bts suga #bts jhope #bts rm #bts jimin #bts v #bts jungkook #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

[miscellanasaurus]

MHA 236

After having a long time to think about this I`ve decided to focus solely on My hero content as not only has my viewing schedule been of track but I simply don’t have the time anymore to sit down and watch Vrain`s I`m sure to most of you this wont mean anything but if anyone followed me because of it I figure I might as well mention now that I plan to drop the series anyway lets ignore that and get into this weeks chapter.

And Holy fucking hell was this chapter intense my heart was in my stomach throughout this entire chapter horikoshi just doesnt let up and i personally believe this chapter is so raw due to the fact that its not expected, at least i didnt expect it seeing as last chapter was a good place to leave his flashback with some more exploration on that backstory in the future but screw that horikoshi continuies to subvert my expectations and delivers what i believe is one of the most tragic backstories in shonen. so lets delve into why this chapter and Tenko`s backstory in general is a perfect fit for whats already been established.

Follwoing off from last chapter we see Tenko (which is how i will refere to child shigaraki as it saves having to diferentiate between the two) as he stares at the lifeless puddle of body chunks that was once his dog and its honestly heartbreaking for me especialy when there have been times where i to have only been able to turn to my dog for comfort (here`s a picture just cuz)

However the tragedy doesnt end there (obviously) as Hana apolagises to tenko for throwing him under the bus like that not noticing that poor little psuedo bean is having a full blown meltdown.

And there`s a strange poetry in the way tenko`s family reacts to this breakdown with both Hana refusing to step in and save tenko when he really needs it once more rather literally turning her back on him.

Honestly the raw emotion horikoshi conveys within this chapter is something else and i say this every week but horikoshi is always surpassing expectations the fact that he showed a child dying albeit he cuts to silhoutte is so dark it also disuads the idea of all for one lying about his familys hands becuase at this point it seems to split them into blobs of flesh.

 we then witness his mothers death as she reaches out to him only for it to be far to late to help him now a rather physical poetic metaphor and despite tenko saying it was at this point he understood what was happening i think horikoshi`s left it to our interpreation and from my stanpoint the most probable is this.

(tenko ,being a child, didnt grasp the full reality of wanting to kill his grandparents and mother yes he was pissed due to them idly standing by but more then likely a abnormal quirk awakening like this and eri`s bends to the users will whilst awakening  after all kids get pissed at parents and yes sure they may want to kill them and most dont but if my little theory is right then surely the thought alonje would allow his quirk to do this.

we then see as tenko`s father walks out to see this destruction before him and the look on his face says it all especially after the promise he`d made that very night losing the only family he has once again and despite people hating him and sayin “oh he`s a abusive prick” i`d again like to mention the fact it was implied this wasnt the norm and he even admits he went to far honestly i feel bad for both parties at this exact moment (aslo small side note but the fact that his fathers foster parents if he had any that is arent there kinda indicates a skewered relationship anyway so his childhood wasnt a cake walk either. though he does smack him upside the rack with a gardening tool he didnt use the bladed side so he clearly didnt want to kill tenko, the feelings certainly not mutual 

Honestly this is my favourite part of his backstory it makes him out to be more then simply a poor helpless childhood who`s quirk went of the rails and i`ll delve more into this in my summery though the following pages are pure horror inducing. 

HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS

Again this chapter was legitimatly perfect a 10/10 also evil children are one of my favourite tropes due to how creepy they are i wish we could of seen more of mini-me as i really love his character design and i know that sounds stupid considering there one and the same but mini shigaraki carries of that same menace pre-kamino shigaraki had and i always liked that, though i do like the direction there taking with him

Shigaraki`s backstory is perfect as not only a foil to midoriya but as his own character the previous chapter set up Tenko as a foil to deku both dreaming of being a hero and both being unable to do so the comparison of tenko to all might breaks my heart when you comapre it to his future self its like watching a trainwreck in reverse 

Nana`s grandson not being a 1 dimensional abuser but a legitimatly compelling and complex character who in his own way is trying to stop tenko having his little heart broken though in the most unhealthy way possible.

the recurring theme of one bad day as all of tenko`s family watches on helplessly never trying to save him not once but twice as well as sociaty doing the same really shows the apathetic nature of this scoiaty as well as by extension japanese sociaty as a whole though i doubt horikoshi is trying to make a political statement in order to bring light to these issues at least i doubt thats his perogative. 

to finally willfully killing his own father it changes the stroy from a helpless child manipulated by all for one to someone who at his core has fucked up tendancies which is greta as i`m not really  a fan of villains who have been manipulated to such a extent there just puppets as it removes any sense of a individuality from a character

it also sends a greater message the fact that at the route of it shigaraki`s already fucked up and kinda leavs the idea of midoriya being able to save shigaraki up in the air all in all my One`s justice main has took the title of favourite chracater by a mile whilst i would like to see more in depth how his childhood under all for one was especially his relationship with a younger kurogiri

at the same time i do want to move back to the fight with re-destro either way horikoshi can do no wrong. 

#manga #bnha manga #mha manga #bnha #mha #bnha 236 #mha 236 #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #Tenko Shimura #shimura tenko #tragic #shigaraki origins

[happinessinthedarkest-times]

avengers endgame reaction (spoilers!!!)

**if youre on mobile scroll fast bc idk if the keep reading works

holy shit holy shit fuck fuck fuck

i am an emotional wreak right now

ahhhhh it was so good im crying still

tony fucking stark my heart i guess ill start there 

tony stark i love you three thousand. he got his happy ending with morgan and pepper for 5 years they had 5 years together and he knew that the time heist (lol) would jeopardize that and he still went and helped

that scene where he had it out with steve at the beginning fuck my heart was breaking and i was crying .

i cried a lot in this movie. legit sobbing when nat died but ill get to that

that scene was everything i wanted it to be and perfectly executed. of course hes angry and lashing out because they were supposed to do it together and lose together and the emotion behind that ughh rdj killed it

he literally hands steve his heart the arch reactor

tony and howard ugh everything with them together. tony got closure with his dad 

everything tony was great. 

steve 

he got his happy ending. he got his dance with peggy (now im crying again) fuck. and he PICK UP MJOLNIR omg that scene was amazing and everything i never dreamed could happen when the hammer started moving ughhhh omg i was cheering so loud in the theatre and i dont normally do that. that whole scene ugh theres so much to react to

and he got to say assemble. 

ok now from the beginning. 

i started to cry literally before it even started. the screen was black and i was already tearing up but when clint and his daughter came up and then his family disappeared i was full on crying.

carol coming in clutch and saving tony and nebula yessss

steve and tony’s conversation right when he gets off the ship was everything i wanted it to be. (crying again) everything. 

when they go to thanos’s house thing and thor chops off his arm . its what ive been saying they shouldve done on titan 

and then he went for the head! 

five....... 

years later

fuck them. literally when the ‘five’ came up i was like no no no dont you dare do it dont you dare and then they did it. fuck them

five fucking years?!?! they made them live through 5 years of that trauma?!?!? 

nat was everything in this film. she became the leader and keeping track of everything and her moment of breaking down was just so human. she couldnt move on in those 5 years and it just shows how much the avengers had become her family. 

scott and cassie omg cassie all grown up made me so emotional 

tony and morgan i love you three thousand she is the cutest and sweetest thing 

tony fucking stark figured out time travel. he did that. 

when tony gives steve his shield back my heart could not take it

the scenes where they were trying to pinpoint the exact time to go back and it was like a sleepover sesh and all the domestic avenger fanfics 

going back a little bit

clint killing all the people that should have been killed and deserved to be killed and being a total badass showing up all those people who said he was just really good with an arrow and every scene he has with nat.

‘dont give me hope’

thor. oh where to start. he really did lose everything and he was blaming himself for all that happened so i get where hes coming from. every time you could see him remembering and tormenting himself about what happened broke me. his scene with his mother (crying again)

also hulk/bruce was an interesting choice (not a huge fan of it but ok) 

the time traveling

everything about the new york scenes were amazing. the aftermath of the end of the avengers, loki turning into cap for a second, seeing rumlow and sitwell come out, steve getting into the elevator and channeling that winter soldier energy (i was slapping my sister on the arm so hard at this part) hail hydra and outsmarting them all. cap fighting cap “i can do this all day” lmao i was dying ‘bucky is alive” again dying they really nailed it with this. i was worried beforehand because like it would change how we would see the og avengers but i still think it works

also can talk about how tony (and scott) was checking out steves ass????

“i forgot how that suit did nothing for you ass” (be still my heart) “i like to think of it at america’s ass” (or whatever the line was) 

loki getting away with the tesseract (is that in this timeline im confused about that hopefully someone will explain bc does that mean loki is alive in this timeline or not? lol)

them going back to the 1970s (do you trust me? i do) and tony meeting howard and introducing himself as howard potts. again i know i talked about howard and tony already but i loved their scenes. and JARVIS FROM AGENT CARTER MAKING AN APPEARANCE OMG

PEGGYYYYYYY (crying) when steve walked into her office (grabbed my sister again) and when he was watching her through the window and you could feel his pain. 

thor and rocket are the pairing that i never imagined but amazing none the less. i loved that we got the return of mjolnir here even though idk what that does to the timeline (again who knows at this point) 

rhodey and nebula again another pairing i didnt expect but are great together. everything about nebula in this film. she really has a great arch. i was stressing out so hard when the alternate timeline thanos found out that they came from the past. the scene where peter quill is dancing and singing to no music was great.

clint and natasha. this pairing thie duo the og. fuck my heart. when they started going off to vormir i knew. i knew it and i cannot handle it. the whole scene where they are fighting each other to sacrifice themself i was SOBBING. LEGIT SOBBING. ‘let me go’ i loved this so much and also hated it. she deserved her happy ending too. after everything she gave up everything to save those people. her arch is so good too. im excited for her origin. i kinda want to see her when shes a bad guy and killing everyone and her journey to shield. i hope thats what we’ll see in her movie. 

but also that scene emotionally fucked me up hard. 

the og avengers (minus nat) sitting on the edge of the lake 

thor trying to put on the glove and redeem himself (in his own eyes not my own bc he doesnt deserve the shit he gets for not going for the head)

hulk doing it and the calm before the storm where everything goes back before that missile comes firing down. 

steve tony and thor facing off with thanos. everything about this scene. tony getting a juice-up from thor and lightning to max out his powers. steve jump kicking on thanos’s ass. thanos beating up thor and steve coming in with FUCKING MJOLNIR AGAIN CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW MUCH I WAS CHEERING AT THIS POINT HE IS WORTHY MY BOY STEVE IS WORTHY

also on that note tony coming up to steve and saying “theres my man” or something and giving him back his shield again. 

steve standing there with his broken shield ready to face off with thanos’s army and sam coming in on the comm. and then EVERYONE COMING THRU AND KICKING NAMES AND TAKING ASS

legit cheering and crying so much 

valkyrie with her pegasus

shuri with her blasters 

peter parker and his reunion with tony was heartbreaking. tony looked so broken and complete at the same time. he got him back. 

PEPPER FREAKING POTTS 

AVENGERS ASSEMBLE (YEESSSSSSSS)

peter quill’s semi-reunion with gamora and how she doesnt know him but he gets her back

also gamora, nebula and still-evil!nebula was a great scene. nebula killing her past self is some symbolic shit right there AND to protect her sister who she hated

CAROL FUCKING DANVERS COMING TO SAVE THE DAY AND KICK THANOS’S ASS 

im sad that she wasn’t in the film as much but i get why they did it and it also makes me really excited for her future films

but carol getting the gauntlet and peter saying “i dont know how youre gonna get through that” 

and ALL THE BADASS MCU WOMEN COMING UP BEHIND HER READY TO FIGHT AND REPRESENT FOR THE FEMALES (CRYING) 

this is something that couldn’t of been done a few years ago because there weren’t a lot of female superheroes in this universe and just the fact that this scene can make such an impression and become probably one of the most badass scenes of the mcu is one of the best things that came out of this movie.

side note: ‘activate instant kill’ great callback 

and then we get to the sacrifice.

i knew it. i expected it. i read it in fanfics.

i was still not prepared. 

‘I am inevitable’

‘I AM IRON MAN’

FUCKKKKKKKK they really know how to write these movies. 

he knew he would die. he knew he would never see morgan again. but he knew what he had to do. 

his character arch from a selfish man to a selfless man has been the most profound and powerful story. 

rdj and tony stark have really carried this franchise. they were the start. and it makes sense that his death closes out this era of the mcu. 

to rdj: i will never forgive my mom for telling me that she didn’t like you way back when. that really influenced how i thought about you and about tony stark for years. and i limited me from really appreciating and loving iron man and those movies and tony’s character. but as i continued to watch more of you in the mcu and in real life and have seen how you have grown and who you are today, i have so much love and respect for you and your character. im just so upset at the time i lost where i could have fallen even more in love with you. thank you so much for everything you have done over the last 11 years for this franchise. thank you for the time thank you for the memories and the laughs. the journey has been amazing. 

the funeral scene with ‘proof that tony stark has a heart’ 

(also was the the kid from iron man 3 in the back?)

VALKYRIE BECOMING KING (queen? i say king but who knows) of new asgard. look at my killing baby all grown up and being the leader they need.

thor becoming a guardian basically. 

also was quill looking for his gamora? where was the gamora from this timeline on the ship? she wasn’t there in the scene so idk

also fighting with knives to see whos in charge lol

im glad people mentioned/mourned for nat too 

steve rogers 

steve.

i knew he wasn’t coming back.

bucky knew it too.

im wreaked

but at least he got his happy ending. he got his peggy (again idk what that does to her timeline) 

captain sam wilson america in the house.

(old steve looks like joe biden or is it just me lol)

they ended it with a steggy dance and kiss

it really was a perfect end to his story and it wrapped up his character really well. he got that life he deserved 

to chris evans: as this is probably the last time we will see you as captain america let me thank you too for the years and joy that you have brought to my life. youre it for me. you are the reason i became so invested in this world. when you jumped on the fake grenade i was in it with you. chris you are and will always be the best chris in my heart. your passion for this character and understanding of steve rogers and his motivations have created such a memorable performance. steve rogers will always be the og. he will always have my heart. i am so thankful that you took this opportunity and used it and made this character your own. you live up to the standards that steve holds for himself and i am so excited for your future. i am also so glad that you didn’t die in this movie bc i definitely could not have handled it if i had to watch both my favs die. i love you three thousand.

i literally cried throughout the whole movie. there were laughs, cheers, groans, stress, tears, and love throughout this film. i am so grateful that i am alive during this time in cinematic history. there will never be something as great or momentous as this film. a true culmination of 22 films. its never been done and i doubt itll ever be done again

i am also so impressed and amazed by how well this film turned out. it is just amazing how everything fell into place 

im sure ill read other people’s reactions and they will bring up points or problematic things that will taint my view on this movie but i dont want that to ruin my own experience

and for me, this was truly emotionally draining and fulfilling. the feeling of being in that theatre with all those people who love the characters as much as i do and experiencing this film for the first time is something i will never forget. 

people talk about how they remember lining up for star wars.

well i remember sobbing my eyes out when nat died, cheering along with everyone when cap picked up mjolnir and whipped thanos’s ass with it and when carol and the rest of the badass women of the mcu ready to kick ass, crying with everyone as the light went out in tony’s chest and eyes, watching as history was made in front of our eyes.

and the end credits with the og avengers getting recognition with their photos and autographs. 

i love this franchise and these films and these characters i dont know who i would be without them. 

one last thing

thank you to the og avengers. steve tony thor nat clint bruce. chris robert chris scarlett jeremy mark. you will always have a special place in my heart. you were there at the start. you were the reason this all could happen you were the reason i became so invested in these movies. you brought these characters to life and embodied them. you are all so much like your characters the casting is perfect. thank you for your dedication to your work to you fans and to your characters. it means so much that you all stuck through this together and that you are such great friends in real life and i can only hope that one day i can be so lucky as to meet you all and thank you in person. 

#please dont read if you havent seen the movie i dont want to spoiler anything for anyone #my post #my reaction #mcu reaction #endgame #avengers endgame #avengers endgame spoilers #endgame spoilers #marvel endgame #spoilers #ae tags #ae #the avengers #avengers tags #the og avengers #dont spoil the endgame

[fightevilandthengetblownup]

Crowley + Jo Chats

Chat #1 - After Gray goes on a killing spree, after Anna deals for Ellen's safety

*Jo hadnt rung in the body yet, considering it as she’d gotten the hell out of there and headed towards the lake side beneath the pier despite the late hour. Scrubbing at her hands, face, neck and hair to get rid of the blood, she wasn’t sure what was going to be worse - rampage Gray went on next or what Anna might pull now*

*Crowley not fully satisfied with his chat with Gray decides to make the rounds, Ellen was off the hook but her daughter was still fair game and he smiled finding her washing blood off of her. Walking heavily down the pier Crowley cheerfully called out to the hunter.* “When your done come on up Jo, we are far over due for conversation.”

*Her head jerks up at the voice, looking behind her to see Crowley standing on the pier.* “Aren’t we always? That’s what I find to be the best part of this relationship - we never talk.” *She mutters to herself as she looks about trying to decide whether its best to run or do as he says, washing the last of the died blood out of her hair*

*Crowley puts his hands behind his back watching Jo.* “A long time ago, a bathing beauty along the shoreline would have been a welcome treat but  I have other pleasures now, so do hurry up.”

*Rolling her eyes, Jo jerks on her jacket again before staring up at him. Letting out a quiet sigh, she goes to the rickety iron ladder and climbs up from the short with a scowl* “I’m quite glad to hear that, Anna I’m presuming?  What did you want, Crowley?”

“I was thinking more of Grey, Anna needs just a bit more time before she’s ready to be sampled.” *Crowley holds his hand out for Jo as she climbs up the ladder. “I’m here to give you good news.”

*Jo stops seeing his hand and at his words, scowl morphing into a glare as she doesn’t move to take his assistance or to get further up the ladder* “The good news being my mother is safe again? Yeah, Anna already told me about that little arrangement.*

*Chuckling Crowley lifts his foot, kickinng Jo back down the ladder and appearing next to her when she lands.* "Of course, did she tell you how she made that arrangement?”

*Falling back, she lets out a groan when she lands, glaring up at him* “Something about doing what you you ask of her…”

“Oh it’s more than that, she’s mine. I own her fully now.” *Crowley walks around Jo grabbing her by the back of the jacket and dragging her to her feet.* “If Anna does anything to go back on that, then I’m going to take it out of your mother’s hide. One strip of skin at a time, slowly peeled like an orange. Do we understand Jo?”

“How could I think otherwise?” *Struggling to free her jacket from him, Jo sneers back before shaking her head* “I figured as much Crowley, you don’t have to illustrate for me, I get the picture. I don’t think I’m the one you need to tell that too though, given your arrangement is with /Anna/ not me…”

*Crowley chuckles merrily as he drags Jo into the lake till they are hip deep.* “Oh but you see ever kennel needs a keeper and since you have fucked both my pets that makes you the perfect canidate.” *Shoving Jo under the Crowley holds her under a few seconds before bringing her back up.* “Think of this as your baptism into your eternal servitude to me.”

“What, wha-” *Jo tries struggling as he drags her, before the dunk down into the cold water cuts her off, water filling her mouth. Coughing when he pulls her back up, she coughs out as much as she can, still trying to pull away* “What the fuck?! I’ll do no such fucking thing. What the hell are you trying to make me do? I’m not doing anything you want me to, you jackass!”

“Oh Jo Jo Jo..” *Crowley shoves her under the water holding her under longer before bringing her up and shaking her hard* “You really and truly don’t understand the chance I’m giving you. You’re mother is safe, she’ll grow old and die in her sleep, I’ll even let that soul go to heaven again. You’ll have Grey and Anna and if you are an especially good girl, I’ll let you kill Gray.”

*Spluttering as he dunks her and she comes up again, Jo swallows down what water got into her mouth this time, looking at him incredulously even as she stills from fighting to free herself* “…What? What are you trying to do with.. Why do you even need someone to, given youre fucking god or whatever..? What is it you get out of that?” *Shaking her head to try and get the water from her eyes, she adds quietly* “…Whose soul?”

“Anna and Grey thanks to my previous attentions if you haven’t noticed, are a few potatoes shy of a bushel. They need emotional support and somehow your it and it’s just fun to watch you clean up after me.” *Giving Jo another hard shake he looks at her with a smug expression. “There got the water out of your ears? Good. The soul I’m talking about is your mothers. Instead of having a reaper bring it to me to eat I’ll let Ellen go up and live with good old Bill.”

*Jo’s look turns sour as he talks, bringing her arms up to wrench herself away from him and stumble a few steps back* “After you? You think I’d agree to just sit back and watch you hurt /people/ I care about, just so me and my Mom get left alone? I think that fuckin’ powers gone and made you insane, I’m not making any deals with you.”

*Crowley sighs and simply appears behind Jo, his hand in her hair, jerking her head up by it till she’s forced to stand on her toes. His other hand trails over her neck, running his fingers over her spine.* “Did you know that if I wanted to, I could break your neck right now in such a way that you would be forever trapped inside your body. Fully alert, alive but unable to communicate in anyway. I could make you watch as I hurt people that way. And after i’ve hurt them they would have to take care of your useless, dead body.”

*Trying to struggle, Jo shivers at the touch and the cold of the water, swallowing tightly like the last time he suggested taking her out like that. Clenching her jaw, she snarls back* “What is with you jackasses and breaking my neck..  I have that message, Crowley. You could also turn this lake into acid and have my legs eaten alive by the chemicals when you dunked me in and out. You could make my mouth disappear like in the Matrix so I’d starve slowly to death and not be able to call for help. You could do every imaginable bad thing, but you’re not going to.. Cause you don’t care enough to be bothered.” *She scrunches her eyes tightly as she talks trying to stop from shaking and truly hoping he doesnt follow any of the suggestions*

“Interesting suggestions. Grey or Anna, Jo?” *Crowley leans down close to her ear as he asks, his hand sliding around her neck, gripping her chin tightly as he pulls her head back to look at him.*“

*Jo grits her teeth, trying to look away even as his fingers dig into her chin* "What for?”

*Crowley jerks her head sharply, twisting her neck.* “Grey or Anna, Jo?”

*Hissing, she blinks at the sharp pain in her neck before spitting out* “Anna.  ….You already own her, right?”

“Anna makes sense, she’s already lame, she won’t miss her legs at all will she? And Grey, well we will have to find something creative for him since he can just jump meatsuits.” *Crowley chuckles as he shoves Jo back under the water again*

*Jo opens her mouth to speak just as he shoves her back again gasping and hitting at his hand when he doesnt bring her straight back up*

*Pulling her up Crowley shakes Jo off.* “What can we think of to do to Grey hmmm? You’re so full of ideas, give me some.”

*This time spitting out the lake water at him, Jo shakes her head* “Heres one, how ‘bout you put those souls away and go right back to fuckin’ hell where you fuckin’ belong?”

“Very well Jo. Everything that happens to Grey and Anna is now on your head.” *Crowley takes Jo far out into the middle of the lake and drops her in it.* “I’ll let you calm down as you swim back, rethink your choices. You can either help your friends as best you can or you can be a burden to them.” *Crowley shoves Jo under one last time before leaving the stubborn girl alone*

*Glaring at his words, Jo wasn’t expecting it when they suddenly move spots and she gets dunked underneath the surface. Kicking her way upwards, she tries not to panic before flapping her arms about to shrug off her jacket, before starting the long swim back towards the shore, hoping she doesn’t get weighed down by her boots as she pushes the words out of her mind as much as possible.*

Chat #2 - Jo confronts Crowley, is given the knife and information regarding the seals/binding

*Jo was getting closer to finding out the answer to potentially decrowning the self proclaimed God, but she knew it wasn’t going fast enough. The number of outbursts she’d been hearing and seeing from Anna, the way Gray was just not reacting to anything at all but orders and Grey’s swings between pissed off and touchy were just driving the point home that some sort of bandaid or quick fix was

needed. Grey was out of the house, hunting for the first time in a while (not that Jo was complaining at all), so she decided to quickly take advantage of that and the empty oval nextdoor for school rennovations to contact the ‘demon’ himself. She doesn’t bring anything for summoning just yet, instead planting her hands on her hips and screaming loudly* “Where ever you are, Crowley, I wanna talk!”

*Crowley was debating tracking down Ruby to see how she was enjoying Anna’s new lessons but then the call of his stable keeper peeked his interest so the demon could wait. Appearing behind to blond woman he smirks at her stance and he leans over her shoulder becoming visible, talking close to her ear.* “You called darling?”

*She practically jumps out of her skin, even though she was on edge and preparing for him to show up, spinning around and stepping back from him with an angry flush to her cheeks* “Yeah, I did. Enough is enough, you need to stop something of what you’re doin’ Crowley because I can’t keep this up if you keep adding more to it. You’re going to have to leave Anna alone.” *Jo raises her brow before adding* “Or restore Gray.”

*Crowley chuckles at the brazen demands as he crosses his arms across his chest, tapping a finger to his chin as he studies Jo. He wonders if she realizes just how dangerous of thing she just did but for now he’ll play along.* “Explain, I did put you in charge of their well being so I’ll listen to your council about the well being of my pets.”

“Ex-fucking-zactly. You put me in charge, I ignored you and you… you made your point. Now I’m tellin’ /you/, I’m just a human Crowley, I can’t take care of a broken monster /and/ a crazy angel /and/ a guy trying to prove himself.” *Jo stares back at him, not shrinking back any more. What was the worst he could really do, and she was willing to play his games now* “You can’t make Anna any more unstable or she will destroy everything, especially not if I can’t control her because I’m trying to fix Gray or stop Grey from killing the both of them!”

“Hmmm interesting.” *Crowley turns walking off, smiling devilishly as Jo seems to  be coming apart at the burden of taking care of everyone. Summoning a plush chair he sits down, schooling his expression and he creates another one for Jo, summoning her an expensive bottle of beer.* “ So you’re saying that everything is going to hell in the proverbial handbasket and you are failing to control it?”

*She twitches at the obvious invitation, shaking her head and then nodding before turning her back on him. Running a hand through her hair, Jo lets out a breath to try and calm herself before responding.* “Not exactly, just that it will be if anything more happens. I can only control so much, I’m not exactly 'all powerful’ like you.” *The sarcasms laid on heavy as Jo turns to face him again*

*Crowley raises his hand pulling Jo forward and forcing her to sit.* “I see. You say Anna’s unstable, she seemed to be learning her place rather well for me today. It’s amazing what a few shocks will do and of course a thorough lesson in humiliation. You’re coddling them Jo, you must have a firm hand with the live stock, take control and show them who’s boss. Even if you hurt a few feelings, it is for their well being in the end.”

*Jo snarls, sinking into the other chair trying to jerk away from the force but settles after a few seconds, fingers digging into the soft edge of the armrest* “I thought I was here to make them all happy after you’ve beaten them down, Crowley. Hurting feelings isn’t going to make for happy… pets.” *She chokes out the word, crossing her knees as she glares across at him*

“True I did say that but if they are being unruly then you must sometimes show them who is in control.  I would have thought you would have no problem doing that, was I wrong? Should I look to maybe putting one of my demons in charge if this is to much for you Jo?” *Crowley smiles faking concern as he summons a drink for himself.*

“If any demon you send comes near my house or Anna’s I will personally gut them and send them so far downstairs you’ll never find them again.” *Jo hisses back at him, rising to the bait easily before getting control of herself. reclining back even as her hands twitch* “I’ve kept them from it this long, I’m just concerned about your keeping them happy rule more than keeping them under control, Crowley. Something has to give, and I’d suggest that seeing Gray as he is now is… torment enough for Anna that you shouldn’t… need to.. to humilate and punish and… and yeah.” *She swallows thickly as she finishes, feeling the heat rise in her face as her arguments stumble down as she tries not to think about what Crowley might have already done or is planning to, hand reaching for the beer*

“Punish, no Jo this is what Anna willingly gave herself over to this to keep me from revisiting Gray and finishing what I started. She is taking her place, the fool!” *Crowley stands up laughing as he’s obviously enjoying what he’s done.* “Did you know she begged me to fuck her today? Oh it was a lovely sight, the angel on her knees, begging for it. Of course this was after she begged me to return Gray his abilitty to feed naturally. Which of course I denied beacuse why would I stop torturing them both.”

*Jo forces herself not to react, even as she brain screamed for her to run back to the house for a knife or a gun or to just give in and fling herself at him hoping her nails weren’t too bitten off today. Instead, she just digs her fingers further into the arm rest and attempting to school her face blank taking a sniff and then sip of the drink provided* “I had thought she might have, thanks for confirming that for me. …I’m not going to be able to fix her if you play with her too much, Crowley. I’d think even /you/ might have trouble with it.”

*Crowley stands up walking Jo’s chair, thinking about what Jo’s saying and he hmmmms loudly.* “So you think restoring Gray would help her, make her less crazy?”

“I… it could help, yes. Not playing so hard with her would probably work better, but if she thought she could have his support still rather than what he is now, then I’m sure she’d be a less unstable.” *Jo tilts her head back in order to following him with her eyes as she can almost feel her attempt to help Anna herself slipping away, but not sure where he’s going with this*

“Hmmmmm, let’s talk for a moment about Grey. How’s he doing Jo? It’s amusing to see how much Anna hates him, but it’s a good thing she’s just shy of useless or else Grey might be in trouble.” *Crowley leans over the back of Jo’s chair, picking up a strand of her hair, running it through her fingers as he waits for an answer.*

*She flinches slightly at his words, not able to contain the shudder at the idea the other was touching her even if all she could feel was the slight tug of her hair - mind racing with ways this conversation could go wrong now that she thought about it* “Grey’s fine, he’s.. …he’s the least trouble for me, very accommadating and if I can give a good reason he’ll agree not to do things which might disrupt the other two. Anna won’t be an issue, so long as she doesn’t become any more unhinged.” *It felt dreadful to be talking about her friends, the both of them, like that - but talking to Crowley she knew it would be better to keep as unattached absolutely possible*

“Wonderful to hear that he’s still the compliant little pet! So then this should make things easy for you Jo!” *Crowley reaches around, grabbing Jo around the throat, holding her back against the chair as he wraps his other hand around her forehead and the knowledge of the seals used to keep Gray bound sears into her mind. Once he’s sure she’s alive he sits back down smiling at her, a dagger in his hand.* “Still with me Jo?”

*Jo panicks the second he grabs her, kicking her feet and trying to pull away before something starts forcing its way into her mind. She scrunches her eyes shut through it, the pain causing her to black out for a few seconds before it brought her right back, disorientated and not sure she wants to know what it was even as she sees the same symbols as on Gray’s back run through her mind with new clarity. Not trusting herself to talk just yet, she blinks up at Crowley and nods her head almost imperceptibly*

“Good. Now listen carefully Jo. I’m giving you a choice to solve your problems. This dagger has my powers in it, you could very easily skin them off Gray, restoring him fully or you could break certain ones, feeding, his strength and so on. Are you following me on this Jo?” *Crowley leans offering the dagger to Jo, handle first with a smirk on his face.*

*Jo curls her hand around it, eyes flicking between it and him as she tries to blink away the stars still bluring some of her vision. What he says makes complete sense to her, mind whirling with what she knew about it but not sure what he was getting at* “I know… What’s it going to cost me to do any of them, or all of them?” *The dagger shakes slightly in her hand, a small part of her wanting to stab the blade into him, but the smirk on his face made her think that would be the worst possible idea right now*

“It’s simple really darling, before you can remove one on Gray, you must either convince Grey to willingly allow you to seal him or by force if you feel that it’s so important. The choice is entirely up to you Jo, you can leave Gray as he is, knowing that you have the power to end his suffering and help Anna’s or you can bind Grey like his brother and hope that he doesn’t hate you for it.”

*Jo stares at him in confusion, wondering for a second how this would count as a punishment before the full problem with that idea settles down on her like a boulder, making her outrightly shake in indignation, anger and contempt* “You.. You… You fucking bastard. That’s.. That’s /not/ a choice!”

“You asked for me to either leave Anna alone or restore Gray. Leaving Anna alone isn’t a possiblity and I’ve given you the power to restore Gray or not, I trust your judgement in these things Jo. Now it’s been a pleasure chatting with you but I have things to do, I’m a very busy God.” *Crowley stands smiling at Jo as he walks by, petting her on the head before vanishing.*

*Jo was opening her mouth to response, snap at him, something! when he disappears, the chairs thankfully not disappearing like normal. When she feels like she can stand, she moves off towards home, twisting the dagger over in her hands trying to work out what she would do.*

Chat #3 - Post binding removal, Crowley gets revenge for Jo not playing ball and the collar comes into play

*The kitchen had been getting incredibly bare recently but that wasn’t Jo’s real concern as she left the house was to check in Harry’s lists of available hunts as her own were shrinking even as she stayed up later and later searching for nearby monster or demon attacks. Pulling her coat tighter around herself as the nights chill got to her walking along the roadside towards the bar, Jo rubs at her

nose, turning pink from the cold, and momentarily regrets waiting until almost closing to head to the bar itself.*

*Crowley walks behind Jo unseen, he’s not exactly happy with the hunter right now, he’s been to see Anna even if she didn’t know it and the fact his collar and brands are no longer there displeases him greatly. The other thing that makes him an unhappy god is the fact Jo was not the one that freed Gray, the fact he was free wasn’t the issue, it’s the fact that Jo didn’t listen to him. Without appearing he simply reaches out and grabs Jo, taking her away to one of her own lockers and dropping her on the floor.* “You and I darling need to have a chat because I am very unhappy with your recent behavior.”

*Jo jumped the second she felt something grab her and the footpath is replaced with the inside of one of her lockers, her less used hidey-hole even. When she falls and hears Crowley’s voice, she scrambles back, trying to get a back to her wall as she tries to compose herself* “Oh really? I thought I’d done everything you’d asked.”

*Snapping his fingers he strips Jo coat and he pulls her back to him, pointing down to  his feet.* “No, you haven’t Jo and I think that it’s time to remind you of that.” *Another wave of his hand he forces Jo to her knees, forcing her arms out and placing her hands flat on a work table.* “You were to keep my pets happy and while Grey is happy, you have broken my little fallen angel.”

*Jo jerks and twists when he grabs and pulls her, cringing when her knees hit the concrete floor of the locker hard.* “You said that sometimes I needed to be rougher.. hurt now so they learn and avoid it in future.” *She tries to pull her hands back from the table, twisting her head up to look at him as goosepimps appear on her arms - whether from the temperature or expectation of what could happen she’s not sure* “I didn’t think you’d like her freeing Gray the way she did, thought punishing her for what it did to both the boys was a good idea..” *Her voice is quiet as she explains herself, well aware it’s a blatant lie and that he’d probably know it*

“No Jo, you didn’t punish her for me, you punished her for yourself.” *Crowley walks over to the wall, looking at the tools there and he pulls a hammer off the wall, turning it over in his hand, swinging it to test the weight.* “You put yourself above my orders, this makes me very very unhappy. I ask you Jo, how does removing my collar and destroying my brands punish Anna?”

*The second Crowley steps away Jo springs back up, turning around to look at him and moving her hands around in front of her as she shrugs her shoulder nonchantly, despite the angry flush on her cheeks* “The collar was because up until then Anna was behaving herself, she was being quiet and keeping Gray… happy. The brands..” *She stumbles, trying to think of an answer* “Were because I wanted her to feel what she put both shadows through, they both had their brands ripped apart, and I know cutting through scars can be worse than normal sometimes. Thought it might be the same for her.. And I didn’t think you’d want me to touch anything …else.”

*Crowley frowns as Jo moves and his gaze turns icey as he slams her back down into the position he put her in before.* “If you move again before I tell you too I’ll cut your legs off and let you bleed out.” *Walking around to the table he swings the hammer down onto her right thumb.* “You weren’t to remove the collar to begin with Jo.” *Lifting the hammer up he brings it down on the next finger.* "And of course the monsters were supposed to feel the pain of being cut up, you stupid girl. If I had wanted it painless I wouldn’t have given you a dagger.“

*Biting down on her lip to cut off the groan when she gets shoved back down, Jo shakes her head at his comment about moving before letting out a yelp at the first hit.* "Fuck!” *She doesn’t mean to but her hands jerk, the one not being hit jerking off the table as the next hit makes her cry out again, fingers throbbing painfully all the way up her arm* “Well then.. fuck, maybe it could compensate for Gray not.. being in pain. Think she knocked him out, never felt any of it.”

*Crowley scoffs and grabs her wrist of the hand Jo moved, holding it on the table as he brings the hammer down on her thumb.* “And who’s fault is that Jo? I gave you a choice to make and you made it. You decided to leave Gray bound and you told Anna that you had a way to free him!” *Crowley snarls as he brings the hammer down again on her fingers* “I think since you can’t understand how to take care of my pets I should simply add you to the collection.” *A collar appears on the table infront of Jo.* “Pick it up and put it on Jo.”

*She whimpers with each blow, trying to pull back instinctively but she can’t - glaring up at him between the hits darkly. When the collar appears, Jo shakes her head and lets out a pained laugh* “I would, ‘cept someone’s fuckin’ breaking my fingers.. So I’m goin’ to have to pass and say 'fuck you if you think that’s going to happen’.” *She knows its a stupid game, but Jo’s not sure how bad it can really get any more and figures after blowing at Anna she was going to stick on point and not back down* “So… /fuck you if you think that’s going to happen/, Crowley.”

*Crowley gives a long drawn out sigh as he walks around behind Jo, her legs feet exposed while she’s on her knees and he lifts up a foot, bringing down on her foot hard,* “Pick it up and put it on Jo, or I continue to break bones till there isn’t anything left but little pieces of bone.” *He looks at her hands seeing the swelling and discoloration of bruises forming, he’ll break every bone in them she doesn’t obey.*

*The hit on her foot actually makes her scream as she feels the blow reverberate through her whole foot and up her calf - not able to work out what was really hit as it throbs and jars* “Bring.. it on. Not like you, fuck, couldn’t anyway. I’m not.. a pet, Crowley, and you really wouldn’t..want that anyway.”

“You’re right. I wouldn’t want you for a pet Jo.” *Crowley reaches forward as he stands on the foot he stomped, grinding it into the floor while he picks up the collar and he shows it to Jo. The works “Property of Grey” burn into it.* “I think I’ll give Grey a reward since you favor him so much and he’s been so good at following all of your instructions to him.” *Crowley places the cold metal around Jo’s neck, sealing it shut.*

*Shrieking and trying to pull away as he crushes her foot beneath his shoe, Jo glares back at him as he holds up the collar, not really reading it but figuring it would be like Anna’s until he continued speaking. Throwing her head about, she reaches to scratch and pull at it before the movement shocks her broken fingers, screaming out as she thrashes at it and at the pain* “No, no, get it off, get it off! Fuck, no, fucking no, get it off take it off!”

*Crowley chuckles as he watches Jo freak out. Seeing this side of the hunter is putting him in a better mood and he pets her head.* “Don’t worry Jo, this collar is dagger proof, you won’t be removing it the same way you did Anna’s.” *Reaching around her he takes her hands in his, pulling them away from the collar as he begins to crush them.* “You’ve made this perfectly clear that Anna was the one that orchestrated Gray’s freedom, what do you think I should do to punish her?”

*Jo’s still trying and tugging and pulling at her hands as he crushes them, letting out gasping whimpers as she does so before shaking her head at his words. Taking a deep breath and focussing on the pain instead, she tries to clear her mind before looking up at him hatefully* “What does this one do instead..?” *There’s a pit in her stomach worrying about it before she lets out a laugh* “As for Anna, whatever the fuck you want you fucking bastard.. Give her a puppy.. Give her all the power again.. Spoil the fuckin’ bitch rotten…” *She’s practically hissing, looking down as she talks before jerking her head up to sneer at him - a dark and angry look behind it as she adds* “Then take it all fuckin’ away again.”

“Hmmm interesting.” *Crowley drops Jo’s hands and steps back rubbing his chin as if in thought.* “Not sure if you’ve seen the angel but she’s not exactly in the position to recieve anything and Gray’s I’m still sure not up to snuff even after having been freed. Perhaps I’ll go do the humane thing with them both and put them down.”

“Sure you can fix that. You’re the one with the fuckin’ god complex.” *Jo mutters, looking up at him before shaking her head and speaking louder* “Like I said.. do whatever the fuck you want. It’s not like any of us can stop you..” *She shifts to cradle her hands together against her chest, feeling the claustrophobic feeling of the collar around her neck creeping up on her*

*Crowley chuckles watching the huddled form of Jo and he snaps his fingers. When she opens her eyes she’s back in Grey’s bedroom on the bed, the bedroom door locked so she can’t run away to keep Grey from finding his presant.*

*Jo’s not sure what happened, again one second she was in the locker and the next sitting up in the familiar bedroom and hearing the lock click over as the adrenaline of pissing off Crowley fades back and the pain takes the centre stage. Curling in on herself in the middle of the bed, looking away from the door, she takes advantage of the time alone to let out the pained tears rather than screams*

[dead-inside-mcgee]

The doctor and the demon Part 2

Summary: Henrik discovers where Chase went. He finds himself trapped in a castle. 

If your looking for Part 1, just go to my blog and search beauty and the beast. 

________________________________________________________________

It was two weeks after Chase left that Henrik started getting suspicious. The first snow would most likely be today, and Chase still wasn’t back. Henrik slipped on his coat, planning on going out to search for his friend when a knock on the door interrupted him.

 Looking through the peephole, He sighed, putting his hands in his hands, once he saw Dark standing in front of the door. Henrik’s first thought, was to not answer and climb out the back window. Unfortunately, Dark had other ideas, and let himself leave.

 “Dark, can't say it’s a pleasure,” Henrik said with a deadpan look. He silently cursed himself for not getting a lock on that door. It was a small town, not much crime, but he didn’t think about nosy neighbors.

 “Oh, don’t be like that, Henry,” Dark waved his hands and said this, as though they were old friends.

 “I know you love to see me.” He put an arm around the smaller man and closed the door with his foot.

 Henrik slipped out of his grasp. He took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself, and in the sweetest voice he could muster, he said, “Well you can’t stay long. I’m heading out soon.” He gestured towards his coat.   

 “Well, where ya heading.” Dark made a move to put his arm around him again, but he was quicker this time. “I’m sure I can be of some assistance.”

 “I’m going out, to find a friend of mine,” He answer truthfully seeing no reason to lie.

 “Well. Why can’t come along?”

 Henrik back away towards the door, Dark put his hand on either side of his head. He leaned in close.

 “I don’t need you to,” Henrik said. “Beside’s, you’ve overstayed your welcome.” Henrik opened the door and ducked under Dark’s arm, causing him to fall into the mud below.

 He slammed the door shut and rush to grab a chair and jam it under the door. He made a mental note to get a lock and snuck out the back window.

After some sneaking around, and ducking into corners, Henrik made his way into the forest. He could faintly see tracks in the soft dirt. It had just begun to snow as he entered the forest.

 Henrik would often go through these woods to find herbs and spices, for medicine (and dinner at times). He knew his way around and he knew the path to the other town fairly well. He has gone on personal trips there to help some injured person, in need of professional help.

 Following the track marks, left by the cart, he quickly realized Chase had taken a wrong turn on a crossroads, that was closer to their town. Henrik bit his thumb.

 There were about three crossroads on the way to town. If you missed even one, you could get extremely lost. That's why he was always so worried for Chase’s safety.

 Knowing that standing here and panicking would get him nowhere, Henrik trudged along the path. It was mid afternoon, when he found the first clue on where chase went, and he didn’t like it.

 He could barely see them, but in one area there was a pack of wolf prints surrounding the cart and the horse. It seemed like, once the wolves surrounded them, Chase fell of the horse and ran in a completely different direction.

 He laughed despite himself. He realized how much he was acting like a detective from one of his favorite novels. It was a funny thought to distract him from Chase’s possible fate.

Shortly after he found a trail of Chase’s footprints, it’s began snowing. He cursed and picked up his speed. He cursed himself for not searching for him sooner.

 The faint wolf prints following Chase’s, worried the doctor, but the remains of a burnt branch gave him hope. Soon the outline of a fence came into view, he ran faster knowing Chase could be safe.

 His hope was drained when he noticed the blood, splattered on the bars. Even if it was just a small cut, Chase could die of an infection within days. His stomach dropped into a pit.

 With his last bit of hope, he opened the gate. There was a cobblestone path, so Henrik couldn’t even tell if Chase made it this far or he meet his fate before he got in and something else dragged him away.

 No, no. Henrik shook his head. If he died back there, there would be more blood splattered about.

 Sucking in a deep breath he forced his way down the path. Glancing at each of the statues, his hope diminished. He could stand here all day and stare at them, but he need confirmation.

 Not thinking, Henrik opened the doors to the castle at the end of the path. The inside seemed to be colder than outside. Pulling his coat tighter he looked around and called out.

 “Hello?” He immediately felt stupid. Was some crazy sociopath going to come up and say “Oh, hay come in. We have tea?”

 He laughed at his own stupid thought.

 “Someone's here! Should we scare them away?” Henrik heard someone whisper.

 “No, they might be the one we’ve been looking for,” another voice said.

 “If anyone is there, can you tell me if you’ve seen a friend of mine?” Henrik asked, then added. “His name is Chase.”

 “Chase? Isn’t that the name of the guy, boss threw into the dungeon?” The first voice asked.

 “What dungeon?” He asked.

 “Dahm it, Marvin!” The second voice whisper yelled.

 “Down the stairs, to your right,” The voice, that was probably Marvin, said.

 Henrik followed those instructions, he found the dungeon was even colder than outside. He hated that Chase has most likely been here for weeks.

 The first cage, Henrik noticed a figure huddled in the corner.

 “Chase?!” He called out.

 The figure shifted and looked out. It was Chase.

 “Henry?” Chase mumbled.

 “Hold on, I’ll find away to get you out!” He turned to try and find a key, when he was stopped by a tall figure. He felt like he’s been in this situation before.

 Slowly looking up, he realized the figure before him was too tall to be human. He couldn’t see the creatures face, but he could feel it breathing heavily

 “And what-” the creature leaned in closer, “-are you being here.”

 Henrik’s heart was beating faster, in fear, but he held his ground.

 “I am here for my friend,” he stated as contentedly as he could.

 “Your friend stole from me. He deserves to be locked up,” the creature growled.

 “What did he steal?” he asked.

 “Something that was very important to me,” the creature stated. Henrik glared the best he could; not satisfied with with that answer. The creature noticed this and continued. “A red rose.”

 Henrik’s stance flattered. Guilt and anger welled up inside him.

 “Let him go,” he said firmly.

 The creature laughed, or at least it might have been a laugh (it sounded like a dying cat).

 It leaned in closer. “And why, would I do that?”

 “Because-” his voice cracked, “-I was the one who asked him to bring me a rose. Let him go and take me in exchange.

 “Henrik no!” Chase screamed.

 The creature laughed again. “It’s a deal!”

 Before he could really react, Chase was snatched out of the cage and he was thrown in. He could hear Chase yelling as the thing carried him off. He teared up a bit.

 By the time the creature returned, Henrik had given into his emotions and was crying.

 The creature tilled it’s head in a confused manner.

 “You didn’t even let me say goodbye,” he sobbed.

 The creature grunted and left the dungeon. He was going to head to his own room when he was stopped by a candle stick.

 “I would like to suggest something. If I may?” Marvin said.

 The creature gave a grunt and Marvin continued.

 “I was th-thinking, b-boss, since this man will be staying with us for a while, we could… we could,” Marvin trailed off, nervously.

 “Get on with it,” the creature said.

 “I was thinking.. Maybe we could move him to a nicer place. To make him more comfortable and maybe-” Marvin paused again, “-and maybe you two could get along.”

 The creature gave him an annoyed look and growled. Marvin flinched.

 “I suppose your right,” the creature grumbled and turned back around.

 Back in the dungeon Henrik had already sat down on the pile of hay and was crying silently. The cage door opened with a long creek.

 “Come on!” The creature beckoned.

 Henrik obeyed. “Where are you taking me?” He asked.

 “To your room.”

 “My room?”

 The creature turned and looked at him. “Do you want to stay in the dungeon?” He asked.

 “No,” Henrik said, shaking his head.

 “Then stop asking questions!”

 After a long pause Henrik asked another question.

 “Do you have a name?”

 The creature stopped walking and was silent for a long time. “Anti,” He finally said.

 After going up a flight of stairs and passing multiple statutes, they stopped at a door.

 “This will be your room,” Anti said. “Feel free to explore the manor, it is your home after all. You my go where ever you like, except the west wing. It is forbidden.”

 “What's in the west wing?”

 “It is forbidden!” Anti said louder.

 The inside of the room was warm. The walls were painted light blue, the bed had darker blue sheets and blanket. It was a nice room, but Henrik didn’t like to think of it as home. Without Chase, how could he call anything home?

 “You will join me for dinner.” Anti stated.

 “I’m not hungry,” Henrik said, sounding like a bratty child.

 Anti bore his teeth, trying to keep clam. “I’m sure you’ll be hungry later. You’ll regret not coming.”

 “I don’t want to come. Leave me alone.”

 “Um.. boss,” Marvin, who followed them up here, said, “I think we should give him some space. He just got here after all.”

 Anti ignored him.

 “Fine then! Starve!” He screamed and slammed the door hard enough the shake the ground.

 He turned to Marvin and the group of other appliances that followed them.

 “If he doesn’t eat with me he doesn’t eat at all,” he said then stormed off.

  Henrik buried his face into the sheets. Maybe if he fell asleep this will all turn out to be a bad dream.

A little while later, Henrik heard a knock on the door. “Go away!” he yelled into the pillow.

 Whoever was on the other side of the door knocked again, harder this time.

 He groaned. “There’s not even a lock on that door,” he yelled.

 “Well I’m sorry. I’ve been told it’s rude to open someones door without knocking,” a voice said, the door opened.

 Henrik didn’t see anyone enter, but he could hear something moving along the floor. He looked down to see an old clock, a candlestick, and a feather duster.

 “Heyo!” the candle said. “I’m Marvin!”

 The clock sighed. “My name is Jackie.”

 “You may refer to me as google,” the feather duster stated in a monotone voice.

 “Your.. talking to me,” Henrik said. He felt stupid after saying that.

 “Yeah you are! Isn’t that cool,” Marvin cheered. “Well cool for you, not really for us.”

 Jackie mumbled something, then spoke up. “We’re here to take you to dinner.”

 “I told him I didn’t want to eat.” His stomach growled, disproving his last statement.

 “You won’t be dining with him tonight. After you rejected him, he locked himself up. You’ll be dining with us,” Google said.

 “Won’t he hear us and get upset?” Henrik asked.

 “That's what I said,” Jackie complained.

 “We will be taking the risk tonight,” Google said.

 “It’s going to be awesome!” Marvin chimed.

#My fic #jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #antistein #dr schneeplestein #henrik von schneeplestein #chase brody #marvin the magnificent #marvin the magician #jackie boy man #googleiplier #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #beauty and the beast

[dailyjeons]

BTS account 13/10/18

didn’t do merch cause i did that in london, didnt go for studio cause that was probably not feasible with how our lines were going (at least i was too scared to do it).. sucks cause i didnt get allowed into the london booth while in the amsterdam booth everyone was queue-ing up anyways and getting in lol

bolding the subjects so you can skip parts that dont interest you

pre concert stuff So I was going to the concert with a person(Julie) I met through tumblr, she responded to my message asking if people wanted to queue up in GA with me cause I was alone. She was with a group of people and they basically adopted me so that was nice!!  Julie was super kind, constantly looking out for me, for my anxiety too and just I really loved being with her, time really flew!! We prioritized looking out for eachother over seeing the boys so I was really happy bout that! We basically queued up at 7AM in the 'unofficial line' that later on became the official one! Campers were sent out, I believe, but they probably came back early still! We still had a fairly decent spot I suppose? The camping out itself wasn't too stressful but I had a lot of anxiety bout being in the pit in a crowd of people, not havin bathroom breaks and being on 2 hours of sleep gjkfg Julie tried to reassure me through all of that. there were some fans giving out some stuff in the line!! like arts and stuff and i got this from a jimin fansite, i think she was japanese? 

it was so funny basically she did rock paper scissors with fans to determine if they’d win.. i lost but she gave it to me anyways?? LOL she didnt give it to anyone else that lost LOL

gettin into pit Eventually we got in and fortunately my tickets worked!! We like rushed into the left side but the view was not bad, ok, then we tried for the right side and we got similar views? But I think overall it was just a little better! We were around the sixth/fifth row in the pit but we moved up a bit to the fifth/fourth during the concert. I had a fairly good view on the stage, and could see the boys clearly!! I still used my iphone to film cause of the amazing quality zoom it has and i have so much gooood footage ahhhh my hands are super shaky though so thats annoying but oh well, its something! they like handed out water very often thank god so i could cool off and drink durin the concert!! we had to stand for like 3 hours inside so i was getting really nervous but once the concert started it was fine!!

concert Anyways the concert itself was mindblowing? They're actually sosososo good live it's actually insane how they sing live through their choreo or while bouncing around. Tear is still my favorite performance but the crowd went a little too wild around then so i didnt enjoy it as much :( They also did the medley I prefered (w Baepsae) which made so happy cause i got to experience both medleys now jdskfhfsdf.. i do feel like the performances were better for the London date, but the interactions and the boys happiness were on a much higher level in Amsterdam, especially with jungkook flying around trying to dance!! That said I felt like the crowd fell a little bit flat.. When the Jimin/Namjoon VCR was playing everyone was screaming initially for both but after a hot minute they like only screamed for Jimin?? The silence was actually deafening so Julie and I decided to help with Namjoon's screams then, and it was so disappointing we were legitimately the only 2 people screaming for him in such a venue lol. Crowd did however go wild at Kim Seokjin's performance, and IT'S WHAT HE DESERVES. Overall I think Seokjin and Jimin had the best reactions in Amsterdam, and London both.

impressions on boys As for the boys. Gonna be honest with y'all I was so busy filming Jungkook solo all day that I didn't really notice others?? fdjkghdf since i already had thel ondon date i figured today was jungkook's day now i had sights on him proper.. Some notes, Yoongi, Jimin and Namjoon spoke some Dutch and it was super cute!! Yoongi did it first fjgdkhfdg 

Yoongi: Super smol but big hands, and fluffy cheeks (he bloats really easily lolol) his see saw performance was REALLY good today too, i feel like reaction to seesaw is the best, everyone's always singing the whole song w it while most of the crowd struggled with their title tracks in both london and amsterdam LOLLL yoongi must be so proud over it.. also he's the first to speak in dutch to us but it was like really suddenly right before they were performing so nobody really noticed fjghkdfg and u know when he makes a dad joke and he smiles flustered, but nobody reacts to his jokes.. he did that thing LOLLL

Namjoon; very long and slender, his legs are legit 70% of his body and he went offffff today like when he's into shit like tear i cry cuz oh my god merCY kjdfhgdhjkfg Namjoon seemed to really love Amsterdam tbh he kept talking bout stuff to do while the others had fairly standard stuff to say, with a lot of repeat from the london concert too (which is fine vconsidering its hard for themt o speak in eng too)

Hoseok: He looks a lot sharper irl?? im not sure if i said differently last time, but now i saw him up close he's definitely much more handsome, cameras dont do him justice.. also he always has the most gentle smile on his face and it calmed me down a lot jkfgh

Taehyung: tbh im not sure if i missed him but i didnt really see him on my side a lot? i think like a few times i tried to film but couldnt really get it..?? julie did tho.. he's kind of.. small? but not small like yoongi but small like i'd confuse him for a high school kid.. BUT his face?? is really smth else his face is SO small but his features are sooooooo big and sharp.. god himself shaped this boy

Jin: ok yeah this man is 10000% more handsome irl liek i was filmin jk and lost focus and then jin appeared and i almost dropped my phone cause what the fuck?? hes GORGEOUS.. he didnt do the forehead/glasses look today though, unfortuantely cause jesus christ that was something else. he was bein a crackhead to jk again today rofll

jimin: he's legit a fairy irl lol it doesnt make sense.. like.. he's... really pretty....... super super super pretty, guys like legitimiately glowing.. he was super playful today and he seemed really happy to perform on his birthday which is super pure considering.. who likes working on their birthday? he like moved his dressshirt/blouse off shoulder a bit during the fake love portion of the set and oh ym god h..e..........HE... his collar... i want 2 kiss it.......platonically.

as for jimin's birthday.. omg he's so cute? they were at the extended stage when his birthday message came up (a message in dutch) and he like instantly rushed back to the main stage to show off his birthday message and he proceeded to talk in dutch about how it's his birthday, and how army are his gift?? it was suuuper cute!! imagine Jimin practicing his dutch just for this moment fdgkjhdf

jungkookie!!

Anyways onto ma boy!! Jungkook is absolutely unreal pretty. He didn't look as bloated/pained today so i guess i saw The Jungkook today and he's so.. sharp looking??? like his jawline and cheekbones are insane and like the dimple?? ughhhhh he looked a lil smaller now i was upclose but his thighs were still gods gift.. also he did forehead kookie instead of coconut kookie, i remain blessed.. he always hears my prayers..

throughout the show he was honestly super cute, he kept dancing in his chair to the choreo, spinning in circles while doing it, hopping around the stage slowly to wave and look at every fan.. he even looked towards me at some point but i legitimately dodged and turned away cause like I FELT SO GReaYS ANd i'd rather not have him see me like that lmaooo anyways it's so super cute how despite his injury he still tries to give it his all at all times, and now he could walk around he's instantly back at trying to make interactions with all fans?? a precious baby honestly!!

his ending ment was really-really sweet as well and it always amazes me how eloquent he can get when he gets to share us his real feelings.. i really am glad he's not too disappointed in himself anymore and has reached a point where he's just working on getting better instead<3!!

other than that, just like in london.. jungkook's vocals are insane. i don't care that he's not top tier vocalist in terms of technique but he got smth completely else and thats' how comffortably he can move around in his range and remain stable and it's just.. so amazing to hear him hit certain notes with almost.. ease? voice never cracks even after 23948234 songs it's so sickkkk

anyways this was definitely one of the best nights in my life.. despite allt hes tress and anxiety.. i’m sosoosos glad i went through all of this for that.. i had the greatest company and ended up having the greatest experience<3

#ania shut up! #bts in amsterdam 2018 #if i got typo''s etc its not proofread #just honest thoughts!! #there they go super long

[thewondersofsmut]

Baby and a Demon

Request:  I don’t know if like doing Demon Dean but I have had this idea in my head for a while and been to lazy to write it so I’ll make you do it haha :P Okay so the request is a story where the reader (who has been in a relationship with Dean for a while) has sex with Dean while he is a Demon and gets pregnant on to give birth after he becomes human again and doesn’t remember anything. Cas can heal her so she doesnt die and they have a cute little half Demon Dean baby. If you don’t like the idea it’s fine just something I thought of after the whole of season 12-13

Pairings: Demon!Dean x Reader

Warnings: unsafe smut, swearing

Word Count: 3133

I can’t believe I wrote it this long! I hope you like it @writingkeepsmewhole :)< 

You sighed, preparing yourself to witness the mess your usually loving boyfriend has become after becoming a demon. You entered the bar and it was normal except you can see a drunk demon Dean, singing his ass off in karaoke. You rolled your eyes. "Is this all you do, honestly?" You asked as you reached his spot. He stopped his tracks and turned at the sound of your voice. To him, it didn't matter if he was a demon, you are special. "Took you long to look for me, sweetheart." He has a loopy smile as the liquor intoxicated him. "I would've seen a different sight if I went earlier, I assume?" You asked, pertaining about his 'playboy-ness'. "Oh, my love, I don't have time for these bimbos when I know I have a v–very wonderful g–girlfriend that I would like to suck faces with." He said. You cringed a little.

"How 'bout lets get you sober from liquor and from being a demon, huh?" You asked, raising both eyebrows. "No can do, (y/n/n). I have a very important j–job!" He protested. "But what would be nice is if you come with and take care of me." He said, wiggling his eyebrows. "No." You sighed and turned to leave but the next thing you know, you were in a motel room. You knitted your eyebrows, confused. You saw Dean, with his glorious black eyes, flashing you a smile. "Don't leave, I promise I'll behave." His voice was taunting yet captivating. "Dean, I ain't dealing with this shit right now." You scoffed. "But, baby, I'm still your boyfriend." He said, walking up to you, caressing your arm. "Honestly, right now, you're pretty much a demon." You said. He lightly growled and flashed his black eyes at you.

You didn't falter, keeping your head up and fear down. "Alright. Well you're not leaving my side, I don't care if you protest." He said and he was gone. You looked around you and huffed, pretty sure you had no way out of this room, he could've done something. Hours turned into days and you have witnessed how gruesome your Dean could be and yet he comes back to his motel room, smirking at you, respecting that you didn't want to converse with him. No matter how ruthless he was, he was still loving towards you, which strengthens the claim that you knew you and Sam could save him, bring him back as a human. You had a breaking point though and that happened when you had one too many drinks. You swirled the little stirrer in your drink and watched as Dean played darts with some demons. You rolled your eyes and stood up, wanting to go back in your room.

The world stirred in front of you and you were gunna fall straight to the floor if Dean didn't turn to look at you and rushed to catch you. Dean carried you, dropping whatever he was doing to care for you, even as a demon. You looked pale, and definitely had twice the amount of alcohol you should be drinking. He laid you on your side of the bed, and placed a damp towel on your forehead. He clenched his jaw and went on to his demon duties, definitely not wanting to leave you. You groaned as the streak of sunlight hit your face and tried to open your eyes but it hurt too much. You felt heat radiate from something or rather someone beside you and at this point you didn't care, you needed the comfort. Dean watched as you basically cocooned yourself against him and the blanket and he felt a slight tug in his heart. You wanted him, so bad, but you wanted to be strong to get him back to normal but right now, you just wanted him, you didn't care. You left your walls falling at his feet. You reached up, as much as you could without giving yourself a headache and your lips searched his.

Dean was surprised with that action that even as a smug, ruthless demon was scared. But he loved you, you accepted him for who he was or what he has done and the fact that he changed, you were the one who was constant in his heart and in his mind. He caressed your cheek softly as he pulled you in to deepen the kiss, you can feel chills run along your body and your heart aching for his affection. He wrapped his arm around your waist, your body flushed against his. His tongue glided against yours as you let him take lead, to let him dominate you. Your jaw started to clench as the emotion made your heart flutter, your body reacting along with it. It wasn't just a kiss, it didn't feel like a simple deep kiss, you can feel everything and much more, you feel intimately connected to Dean.

His hands traveled to your ass as he squeezed them, making you gasp against his mouth, which he took as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, if it were even possible at this point. You rubbed your legs together as you felt the growing need in between them. He lightly dragged his nails across the expanse of your arched back, groaning as you moaned, taking it as a good sign to do more. You couldn't feel anything but him, his growing hardness in between you and the intense kiss. As his lips parted ways with yours, it only fell to your exposed neck, at this point he wanted everyone to know your his and only his. Kissing, nipping, and sucking that one spot that makes you bite your lip, eyes closed, hands gripping whatever they can. He pushed you towards the bed, laying you on your back, his hand immediately reaching to part your legs, feeling the heat he had caused and he knew it too well.

Your clothes were off in a matter of seconds and that original feeling of intimacy and ache on your heart remained with you as the situation escalates. He rubbed your clit and slid his fingers through the wet folds of your core, your hips bucking up to his touch. His mouth descended to your breasts, sucking each, nipping at the inner flesh, wanting to leave more territorial marks. He growled at the sight of you, his cock twitching to be inside you and more importantly, his heart aching as he panned his view of all of you, only his to enjoy, to cherish, and to worship. He stripped off the clothing he was confined in, climbing on top of yours, putting enough weight on you to let you know he was there. He lifted your legs up to his shoulder, caressing your legs with his fingertips, eliciting sweet moans from you. He slowly slid his throbbing cock inside of your slick pussy, accepting his entirety. A long content sigh escaped your parted lips and he attached his to yours once again.

One by one, he pinned your arms beside your face and watched as you fought to touch him, to feel his body, his muscles moving along with your movements. He thrusted slow and steady, letting you feel all of him from beginning to end, stretching your walls to accommodate his size. Slow and steady pace, his husky voice against your ear was more than enough to bring you to the edge but you were further than that. With each thrust, your heart ached with love, the corners of your eyes lines with hot tears. You opened your eyes to meet Dean's green orbs and it was as if he stared into your soul, letting you know how much love was there with the actions he's showing you. As tears slowly slid the sides of your eyes, he let go of your hands and wiped them gently. Your arms flew to his shoulder, one hand combing through his short hair. Thrust after thrust and you both were near the edge and with one simple three letter words against your lips, you came hard and hot around his now pulsing cock as he gave his own release. He slowly pulled away, his lips never leaving yours, but only giving you such intense kiss to let you slowly climb down your high.

"I still love you." You could faintly hear his voice. It ached you to see him like this and yet you couldn't even be more selfish for being okay with the fact that he wasn't really your Dean but was just happy to hear and see how much he loves you no matter what. But it didn't take long for Sam and Cas to get you and Crowley to give up on Dean's ruthlessness. You were finally back in the bunker, safe and sound, but hurt. Hurt as you heard Dean scream in agony, hurt as he refused to be back to normal even for you. But combined efforts weren't disregarded. As Cas used his power on Dean as he almost went on rampage, the last dose of human blood was injected on him. You stared in horror but slowly the black in his eyes drained and the green orbs you missed shone brighter than ever before.

You cared for him as he laid unconscious in your bed, caressing his stubble that you love. You heard a slight groan and you prepared yourself. His eyes slowly opened to see your face, a true smile. "(Y/n)?" He murmured. "I'm right here, everything is fine." You whispered. You leaned in to kiss him. He reciprocated and you sighed into the kiss, relieved that he was finally back, your Dean. "How are you feeling?" You asked. "I think I'm feeling okay." "I missed you." You whispered. "We were together for most of that journey." You cracked a small smile. "It wasn't the same." You replied. "But you never changed one bit towards me and that gave me hope." You said and he smiled leaning up to you. You pecked his lips and the feeling of normality flushed through your body.

2 months later

It was an easy hunt and yet you didn't know why you were so tired, yes, you have literally stayed up for the past couple of days researching but you felt extremely tired. Once back in the motel, you fell asleep, not even bothering to take off your dirty clothes and Dean watched you lovingly, letting you rest. Morning came and Dean woke up first, to his surprise. You usually woke up first and maybe have gotten breakfast by then. He got up, kissed your head and went to grab some food. A few minutes passed by and you groggily woke up, like you had been drinking the night before. You sat up to look for Dean but your body tried to look for the bathroom. You felt nauseous as you ran to the toilet, practically spilling your guts out as you threw up. You were huffing and coughing and Dean, who was just back from the diner, panicked as he didn't see you in bed. He rushed to the bathroom, seeing you sunken to the floor, head above the toilet. "Babe, you okay?" He asked. You looked behind you and gave a weak smile to Dean. "Yea–" You were cut off by wanting to throw up once again.

Dean held your hair back and supported you. "No, no, you're not okay." He murmured. Once you felt a little better, Dean helped you clean up and the first thing he did was get Sam and Cas in with you two. You were starving at this point and your eyes darted to the plate of food on the table. You grabbed the pancakes and bacon and munched on it, savoring how good it tasted. Dean watched you intently, knowing the possibility as to why you were acting that way. Cas arrived just as Sam entered your room. You looked up from your food and met eyes with Cas. "(Y/n)," He paused to look at you, almost studying you. Dean's nerves rose. "What's up?" Sam asked. "You're pregnant." Cas stated and Dean and Sam gasped while you just froze. "I'm what?" You asked again. "You're pregnant and the baby you're carrying, feels different." He started. Dean held your hand and gave a squeeze as you looked up at him. Cas knelt in front of you. "Mind if I touch your stomach?" He asked and you nodded.

Cas' eyes glowed blue as his hands lay flat on your tummy. "The baby is not full human." He whispered. "I don't understand, what do you mean." You asked, worried. It then dawned on you. "Dean, I think I know why..." You trailed. "What is it, (y/n)?" He asked. "When you were a demon... I never had my pills with me and that one time we, uh, did it..." you didn't even have to finish your statement. Dean hugged you to his chest. "So, Cas, what you're saying is that (y/n) is carrying a half demon baby when Dean was still a demon?" Sam asked. "Possibly so, I don't know how's that possible but it seems like (y/n) is gunna be growing fast." Cas said. "I think it's best if you just stay in the bunker for now." Dean said. "But–" "No buts, babe. I can't– we can't risk your life and our baby's life." He said. There was no room for arguments. "I will make sure you are well, the baby can drain you of your life." Cas said and you nodded. "We better get going then." Sam said and Dean helped you get ready to go back home.

It wasn't easy, you didn't expect it to be. 3 months in and you couldn't fit in any of your clothes, your tummy was growing the slightest every single day. Pain was evident in your eyes and in your cries and Dean grew guilty. "I'm sorry, this is all my fault." He whispered as he caressed your cheek. Tears slowly poured down the side of your face, not from him but the pain you were feeling in your lower abdomen. You lightly chuckled. "It's our baby, it just so happens, that he or she is special." You whispered. He smiled, carefully leaning towards you to peck your lips. "I love you and I will love our baby no matter what." You added. "I love you too. You too little one." He whispered as he placed a hand and looked at your growing belly.

After a week, you looked like you were about to pop and the slight tug of pain was the indication. You ignored it, you felt much worse but as the clock ticked, the pain grew and grew and suddenly, without even feeling a thing, your bed got soaked. Dean woke up from your sudden movements. He shook you awake and that's when you noticed that your water has broken. He was quick on his feet, yelling for Sam to wake up and get the car ready. Dean was praying for Cas, not like he has ever prayed for him before. He popped in as Dean was carrying you to the Impala. You were sweating, from fear, from contractions, from giving birth. Minutes passed, Sam, driving as fast as he could without endangering your lives, you were slowly getting drained. You looked weak, your face thinning. Cas placed his hand on your head, fighting the power of your child.

Everything was a blur when you arrived at the hospital, the screams of Dean to hurry up was overpowered by the look of worry and his hand tight on yours. You were screaming in pain as you delivered your baby. Your heart was slow but Dean knew Cas would save you, heal you from all these. Not an hour in and the doctor has announced the birth of yours and Dean's healthy baby boy. You heard his cries and you sighed in relief, the pain of it all disappearing in a second as you held him in your arms, Dean right by your side all along. Once you were transported to your room, Cas visited you with a soft smile. He placed his fingers on your forehead and you felt a course of energy flow through you, healing you to perfect condition. Dean thanked him that you were fine and your baby's fine.

With Cas' help, you were out of the hospital in no time. A couple of weeks ago, Dean had convinced you that you two decorate the room right beside yours. You both thought to decorate it in reds, a tiny pop of black and whites, and earthy colors. There was a bookshelf, a guitar, and a small version of the impala. You rocked in the chair as you cradled your child, watching Dean finished last few decorations. "He's so beautiful, Dean." You cooed at your child. "Of course, we made him." He smirked towards your direction, making you snicker. "Hi, little Bobby." You tickled him and he giggled loud and for the first time, you saw his eyes glow a soft black. You gasped.

"What's wrong?" Dean hurried towards your side. "His eyes they– they were black." Your voice came out a little strangle. Bobby looked towards his dad, smiling happily. "Hi little one." He cooed grabbing him from your arms. He giggled and once again, flashed his black eyes. Dean swallowed a lump of his throat. "He will be wanted." You said. Dean looked at you and agreed. "But we're his parents and I know for a fact that we will fight no matter what or who to protect him." He replied. You both heard a soft knock and Sam, along with Cas, were at the door way. "How can we protect him?" You asked Cas. "I can sense how strong he is, how he knows who to trust." He replied. When I healed you the first time, I felt him push me out but with time, he grew to trust me and knew I was helping you." Cas replied.

"If he knows who to trust, I think he can do so much more than we all can." He said. "He's a baby, Cas. I don't think he can physically protect himself." Sam said. "And that's where we come in, but we can't ward him. He is part demon, a knight of hell, since you were turned into one, Dean." Cas said. You caressed Bobby's cheek as he giggled in Dean's arms. "No matter what, little one, mommy, daddy, and uncle Sam and uncle Cas would be here to protect you and love you." You cooed. The three men nodded in agreement, watching him. Bobby gave a big laugh and smile, his eyes softly glowing black.

#dean x reader #demon!dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #demon!dean smut #demon!dean fluff #demon!dean fanfiction #demon!dean fanfic #demon!dean oneshot #dean smut #dean winchester #demon!dean #dean fanfiction #dean fanfic #dean one shot #spn one shot #spn smut #spn fanfic

[gutsybitsies]

Bullet fic

scifi au, kinda: Bitty was kidnapped by a group for superpower experimentation, and presumed dead by everyone, including his husband. When he finally manages to escape, Jack’s moved on without him. Warnings for human experimentation (not very graphic), and presumed character death. This turned out to be very, very long. 

It’s years after Bitty graduated and he and Jack are married. As in, jack proposed and they got their marriage license immediately afterwards. they’re planning on jack coming out soon and holding a huge wedding reception after. 

jack’s signed a no trade clause and bought this nice, huge house a few blocks away from marty’s place. there’s a yard. jack built bitty a patio, and he built a swing set “for the kids in the future”

one day bitty’s invited to a fancy party with some other college alumns, and faulty wiring and a gas leak in the building blows everything up and theyre all pronounced dead or missing. bitty was one of the missing bc they couldn’t find anything in there that identified as him. 

but they weren’t actually dead or caught in the explosion: they were taken by a group who needed human bodies to experiment powers and run tests on. while bitty’s being strapped to a gurney and reliving his worst nightmare of being trapped, jack’s suffering a panic attack because he just got news that his husband died in a freak accident

it gets long loll. 

bitty doesnt remember most of the experimentation, because they have him under anaesthesia and hypnosis and a number of other drugs. he does notice that the group of scientists were trying to create humans with superpowers, and most of the test experiments react badly and die. 

the alumn group do well, as in most of them don’t die when injected with the drugs. some even exhibit powers, such as super strength, etc. 

nothing happens with bitty. he’s poked and prodded and injected and nothing happens to him. it’s painful, but he doesn’t die, but he also doesnt exhibit any kind of ability. 

that’s weird, so the scientists decide to basically freeze him away until further notice, and he’s begging and crying for them not to put him in the small and cramped cryo-unit, but of course there’s no recourse. 

the next thing he knows, the door is opening and someone from somewhere called “samwell”, a government agency, is rescuing him from this hellhole. 

they take him to a private hospital, and he sees himself in the mirror for the first time in a while. and he’s hideous. his face was riddled with scars, and his eyes look dead and sunken. 

the samwell agency has already sent out notifications to his family that he’s been found, because he’s been missing around five years, so technically there was an ongoing search for him and he wasn’t pronounced dead yet. 

and meanwhile bitty catches up to the world. and he finds out that jack zimmermann has a public fianceè. 

jack had come out as bisexual, had created a foundation in the name of eric bittle for lgbt youth, and had moved on from him apparently.

jack did all the right things. he grieved, and he grieved. he gave himself time for the loss, he dedicated time and energy to making sure eric bittle was remembered, he stayed in contact with friends and family, he joined support groups and did grief counseling and got better. 

and he met someone, and fell in love again, and is planning on a life together with Katy. bitty’s heart broke as he scrolled through happy instagram and twitter posts by Katy about her beautiful boyfriend jack zimmermann who was an over the top romantic, who bored her with history channel, and let her wear his jerseys. they were two beautiful people leading beautiful lives, and bitty’s can only look at his own weak limbs and face and think about how he’ll never deserve jack again.

jack’s one of the people to receive a notification that bitty was alive and found, because technically he was still married to bitty (he and kate had decided to wait until the date passed that bitty was officially pronounced dead, bc jack couldn’t bear to speed the process up). 

all bitty had wanted was to run home to providence and into the arms of his husband, but instead he called his parents. They were ecstatic that he was alive, and he prepared for the trip back to georgia. bitty doesn’t want to look at jack’s happy life and ruin it, and he doesn’t want jack to see him with his scarred face. but he does call jack, because he knows he owes jack that.

“Sweetpea?” He involuntarily called out, then berating himself because Jack has someone else now. 

“Bitty?” Jack’s heart thumped as he finally heard the voice he’d been missing for so many years. Katy was holding his hand, and his grip tightens. 

“Jack, I-I’m back.” Bitty cried, and Jack could almost hear the tears rolling down his face. He remembered how easily Bitty cried. “I can’t believe Beyonce released two new albums since I was out!” And it was as if Bitty never left. 

“Where are you? You should come back home.” Before Jack realized that he sold the house they lived in together, when he decided that it was too painful to live there alone. 

“I’m back in Madison. I saw the news, about Katy. I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding, I’ll book-,” Jack began to say, but Katy was looking blank and scared and he realized that she was afraid that he was going to dump her. And Jack doesn’t fucking know what to do. 

“I’m so glad you’re alive,” Jack finally said, breaking down as Bitty continued to sob into the phone. “I’m just so happy you’re alive.” 

so one of the logistical problems that happens is that jack is technically still married to bitty. but he’s engaged to another person. and jack’s lawyer is raring to go. 

“don’t you worry, mr. zimmermann. i’ll take care of this in a jiffy so you can go ahead and marry your beautiful Katy. and don’t worry about alimony, i’ll make sure he takes nothing away from this marriage, even if there was no prenup.”

bitty, selfless as ever, comes up north to solve the problem himself. he’s willing to file for divorce papers with jack, and doesn’t request any alimony. 

jack, on the phone as bitty’s in the airport: “you don’t have to do this, you just escaped from that terrible place, you have to rest yourself before you do anything.” 

bitty: “oh sweetp- jack. it must’ve been so hard for you to move on, i dont want you to suffer anymore. you’ve built up a life without me, and if i saunter back in anytime later i’ll ruin everything. it’s better to do everything now.” before bitty regrets it. 

part of the reason jack didn’t drop everything and run to bitty is bc jack is very all or nothing. it hasn’t hit home yet that bitty was back. but when he and the rest of bitty’s friend are there in the airport seeing bitty walk in, jack finally felt it. 

grief counseling helped jack a lot, but there was always a piece of him missing, and even though he accepted it and his counselor said it was normal, it was only when he saw bitty again that he felt that missing piece return inside him. 

bitty had sent pictures to his friends to warn them about how he looked, but he didn’t send one to jack because he can’t bear jack seeing him scarred up like that. and he wore sunglasses and a cold mask on after exiting the plane because he wanted to avoid the moment of jack seeing his face for a bit longer. 

and when bitty sees his friends waving at him he runs over and instinctually hugs jack first. his sunglasses were knocked off and his mask was askew in the collision and jack’s expression when he saw bitty’s face was terrible. 

“bitty, what did they do to you?” cupped bitty’s face gently, still looking at bitty with love. bitty moves in closer and cupped jack’s hands, but he felt the engagement ring, and then backed off to say hello to everyone else. 

katy, jack’s fianceé, is conflicted. on the one hand, she’s really really happy that jack’s husband is alive, because she knows that jack has been grieving him for ages and had finally walked out of grief. on the other, she’s so in love with jack, and she’s deathly afraid that bitty being back meant that jack was going to leave her.

when she saw bitty at the small gathering held in his honor and saw all his scars, she horrified herself by being glad that he was disfigured. “How can I be this disgusting that I’m happy for his misfortune?? But I can’t help it, GAH!!” 

so the next day, bitty’s meeting with jack and katy, and their lawyers. jack and katy’s lawyer Smith, and bitty’s lawyer Shitty (bitty was like, i dont need a lawyer, and shitty was like, BRAH). 

Smith: “How much alimony do you want? My client,” looks down disdainfully at his paper, “is prepared to offer you half his estate.” 

Katy, “what the FUCK jack you didn’t tell me that! half of your estate? jack that’s crazy! we’re getting married i should know!” 

“I’m really sorry, it was a last minute arrangement. Bitty needs it.” 

Bitty’s really touched, he really is. But he refuses the alimony because “the whole reason i’m here is because i don’t want to cause any more trouble, jack. you can’t just give me half of what you have. you dont have to give me anything.”

katy, “that’s nonsense, you should still receive something. and you should also have your belongings from the storage unit, too.” 

when jack sold the house and moved into a smaller place, he placed some of bitty’s stuff into a storage unit. when he started dating katy, he moved the rest bitty’s stuff into storage. 

Shitty: “Bits, I know you don’t want to bother Jack more, but you’ve just gone through a really traumatic experience. You kind of need the support Jack’s offering you to get you back on your track with ease.” They agree to an amount that bitty’s comfortable with. 

Bitty, suddenly near the end, realizing that he was about to divorce the man who he still loves very, very much: “I cant do this today. I’m sorry, you were right, jack. I need to leave now. I can’t. I’m so sorry. I’m going.” And he leaves, with jack chasing after him. he waved off shitty and katy, told them to stay while he took care of it.  

“Bitty, Bits! Wait up,” he caught up to Bitty, and convinced him to come sit in Jack’s car. “Hey bud.” He sat next to bitty, who is trying not to cry in public. “Do you want me to take you back home?” 

“Home’s gone, Jack.” Bitty said softly. 

Jack’s throat tightened, because it was the same for him, too. The home that he’d made with Bitty was gone. And while he was able to build a new one, Bitty came back to nothing. 

Jack reached into the backpack that he was carrying around, and pulled out señor bun. “I’m sorry, this is the only thing I can think of that would make you feel better. I meant to give him back to you at the beginning of the talk, but it felt weird to take him out in front of everyone.” 

Bitty cried softly into señor bun, while Jack held him. 

“I’m so sorry, sweet-I mean, Jack. I didn’t want to burden you. I didn’t want to show up with my ugly, terrible, face to disgust you and all this baggage and bother you. I just wanted you to be happy, and now I’m messing it all up.” 

Jack smoothed over Bitty’s tears and thumbed the scar tissue on his face. He never, ever felt disgusted. Bitty was the same Bitty, only hurt a lot more. He was still kind, still self sacrificing, still everything that Jack fell in love with years ago. And Jack still thought he was beautiful. 

“Let’s go to a place where it still feels like home, okay?” He texted Shitty and Katy to let them know that he’s canceling today’s meeting and they’ll discuss the matter later, and he drove Bitty to the storage unit that held all of Bitty’s stuff.

“It was really hard putting these away in boxes, it felt like finally saying goodbye to you. ” Jack said, letting Bitty and himself inside. “I had our friends and family help, because then it felt like we were remembering you and all the good that you brought us, instead of like we were boxing you away.”

All the boxes were meticulously labelled, some in Jack’s handwriting, some in Lardo’s, mish mashes of Bitty’s friends and family coming together. Bitty picked up a small box that wasn’t labelled, and opened it. 

“Sweetheart,” he breathed out. “You kept my post it notes.”

Bitty opened a box labeled Clothes Bitty stole from me, “First of all, your stuff looked darn good on me-oh. This was your favorite game day hoodie, Jack. You should’ve just kept it instead of boxing it away.” 

“You loved to wear it, too. So I couldn’t bear looking at it.”  

“These were the salt and pepper shakers we bought at the flea market.” 

“Oh, you kept the kitchenaid gathering dust here? At least use it, Jack.” 

“My Ivy Park collection! But there’s more clothes here than I remember having bought.” 

“It was a bad phase where I went on a shopping spree and bought a lot of that brand online. It felt like I was buying them for you. You should definitely wear them, you’ll look great.”

Jack continued to show Bitty the boxes. “And this is weird, but these are the planks from the swing set in our backyard. I took it apart for some reason, and I couldn’t do anything with it…I put your socks here with your underwear and color coded everything…the scrapbooks that we made together isn’t here, I gave those to Suzanne…the recipe book you were writing up I gave to my maman…our souvenirs from our trip to Venice is in this box, the duck I carved you during that terrible woodwork workshop is also in here…”

Bitty touched his cheeks, and found that they were wet again. He looked at Jack, whose cheeks was also wet with tears as he explained every box that contained their life together. 

“What are we doing, Jack?” He asked. “I don’t even know why I thought this was a good idea, seeing you again. I thought this was the best way, to let you live your life without me. But now all I am is a selfish ol’ fool who’s begging you to-” he sobs, “-begging you to bring our old life back.”

And Jack has that moment of clarity again, where everything finally slotted together in his mind and in his life. 

“I want that,” Jack said, taking Bitty’s hand. “I want our life back together again. How could I have been so slow? You’re back, and I still love you, no matter what happened.” 

Katy was understandably distraught when Jack had that difficult conversation with her. She tried to persuade Jack otherwise, but gave up and wished him luck when she saw that stubborn look in Jack’s eyes. She actually thinks its very touching that jack’s still in love with someone who he thought died years ago, but thinks that its just her bad fucking luck that she had to be the person who’s abandoned. Bitty bakes her a guilt pie and she’s shameless enough to ask him for more, and he’s happy enough that she’s taking his guilt pie to bake her more. 

like i want to make it clear here that katy’s not a villain or an antagonist or anything, she’s just a person at the wrong place at the wrong time having pretty normal reactions and ultimately not doing any harm. 

and jack and bitty finally hold that wedding reception that they’ve been waiting for for years. there’s still a lot of problems, like bitty has really severe ptsd, but jack’s nearing retirement and has a lot more time to brainstorm with bitty and his therapists on how to deal with it. 

and of course when bitty accidentally cut off his finger and saw it grow back, there were more questions regarding what exactly did the organization do to him. 

but those were things he and jack faced together. 

#omgcp #zimbits #jack zimmermann #eric bittle #words #bullet point fic #deadpool au

[yokina-hoshi]

rain // izuku x tsuyu (( COMPLETED!! ))

"Get home safely Midoriya!"

"C ya Deku!"

"Ugh, See you guys on Monday!"

Today, Izuku Midoriya had decided to take a different way home than he normally would. This route was different. It was prettier and scenic, and Izuku felt as if he needed to get some things of his chest. Most of all, he needed time to put his worries to bed.

He stepped out of the school, head down in deep thought, gripping the straps of his signature yellow bag tighter. The farther he walked, the deeper his thoughts and steps went. By the time he was passing the station, he had already forgotten how many steps he had taken. His brows furrowed as a train track blocked his steps. The gates were down as the train past by. It blew past him, green hair swaying in the wind, leaves dancing across the cloud stricken evening sky. e

He was worried about school (as usual)

He was worried about All Might (as usual)

Although, there was one thing on his mind that was rather unusual. Izuku was worried about Tsuyu. Tsuyu had seemed really upset about something the past few days, it was hard not to notice since Izuku was so observant. One of the small things that he had noticed was that Tsuyu had started avoiding Ochako for some reason, and they were normally seen together as they were the best of friends. Izuku thought that Ochako would have noticed it by now, but she claimed that she only thought Tsuyu was spending some 'time away'. He had also noticed Tsuyu slip out of the classroom several times at lunch break when Mina and Tooru where raging on about something fun and spectacular, and she would normally walk out with a face of boredom. Though it is a very well known fact that the frog had (most of the time) a fixed expression, but Izuku could recognise the hesitation in her eyes. Sometimes, Izuku would end up looking for her, and in the end finding Tsuyu dozing off on one of the benches somewhere around the school. Most of the time, she would either wake up or he had to wait for her, seeming as if it was his duty to bring her back to the classroom on time.

The thing that worried Izuku the most was her sudden change in honorifics. She would normally go around calling him 'Midoriya-chan' but that had changed for the past week, and she started being more formal and calling him 'Midoriya-san' or just leaving honorifics out completely. Izuku was clearly shocked by this, and he really wanted to know what was going on so he could help her out in any way possible.

He mentally sighed. 'guess I have to go talk to her... I hope she wont mind.'

'plip'.

A drop of cold water cascaded down from his forehead, making him look up to the sky.

'plip. plip. plip.'

slowly but surely, the sky started to grow dark with electric blue clouds, letting out a slow drizzle of rain.

"A-Ah!! Its raining!!"

'good thing I brought an umbrella. Thanks mom!'

Izuku pulled out a folded, plain looking, see through umbrella from his yellow backpack, extending it and hovering it underneath the rain drops above him. The ground underneath him grew dry as the glass like droplet fell from the hood of his umbrella.

Izuku's pace got quicker the faster the rain fell. though the rain was intense, the skies were still clear and bright, which was a rare phenomenon for the green haired boy to be experiencing.

Izuku walked past houses by the river. He walked past vending machines full of hot and cold drinks alike. He walked past the setting sun. Though, nothing could compare to who he saw along the way.

His eyes widened as he stumbled across an open grassy plain.

A certain green haired girl was sitting in the middle of the plain, shimmering droplets of rain cascading down her bow tied hair. Her head was shifted upwards, taking in the embrace of the cold rain.

Izuku stood there for a while, not knowing how to react. Though the rain was cold, he could feel his cheeks heat up. His heart rate began to grow faster. Not often would he feel this way about someone. Though, he never really knew what love meant.

He started to hesitate over his next actions, debating silently in his head if he should approach Tsuyu or let her be. He tightened his grip on his umbrella and took a deep breath, stepping forward.

'All I know is that Tsuyu is in need of someone, someone who can help her. Someone who can stand by her side and listen to everything she has to say. I can be that someone!'

Izuku slowly paced forward, making sure not to startle Tsuyu. She seemed like she was at peace, he didnt want to disturb that peace.

Taking one more breath, Izuku softly placed his hand on top of Tsuyu's shoulder. The said girl seemed a little shocked, rapidly turning around to catch a glimpse of the person who had confronted her.

"Midoriya?"

Izuku flashed a sheepish smile, lowering his umbrella down to hover it over her head. His jacket slowly became soaked by the bitter rain, but he didn't mind. As long as Tsuyu doesn't catch a cold, he doesnt care. He always was reckless after all.

Tsuyu's eyes widened at the situation before her, rain droplets slowly making its way down the sides of her face. She turned her head to look down, expression full of thought.

"Why- why are you here?"

Tsuyu's previous remark had caught Izuku by surprise, shocked by Tsuyu's sudden reserved manner. Normally the teal haired girl would openly say whatever was on her mind, no double takes. He frowned a bit and slowly moved over to Tsuyu's side, sitting down next to her in the cold evergreen grass. He slowly loosened the grip on his umbrella, resting it against his soaked shoulder still covering the two of them from the calm rain.

Izuku looked at her again, this time giving her a knowing smile. He knew how hard it was to open up about feelings. This time he received a different reaction, one that was longing.

"Midoriya, you know I always say what's on my mind."

Izuku just simply nodded, more water falling from his abnormally curly green hair. Tsuyu slowly placed her hand on top of Izuku's scarred one, causing him to flinch a little.

She sighed, refusing to meet with Izuku's eyes. The next thing she said was completely unexpected.

"Izuku-chan, I think I like you."

The said boy just sat there, staring into Tsuyu's large eyes, letting what she said sink into him. His eyes widened as he realized what she meant, quickly recoiling in a huge blush, causing the umbrella to fall from his shoulder exposing the two to the rain.

His shocked face completely contrasted tsuyu's calm and collected face. She wasn't afraid anymore. She didnt want these unwanted feelings to eat at her heart anymore. She would face these problems head on, just as she always did. Tsuyu Asui loved Izuku 'deku' Midoriya.

Izuku didn't know what to say, nor what to do. He wanted to help Tsuyu out, yet love was something he was rather unfarmiliar with. Sighing, he tried to reply.

"I-I d-dont kn-now what t-to say..."

Tsuyu carried on staring at izuku in a relaxed manner, urging him to tell her the truth. After some thought, Izuku knew what to say.

He moved his free hand over tsuyu's, looking into her eyes underneath the cold rain.

"I... I'm not sure if I can return your feelings tsuyu-"

"Thats ok. Thats fine."

Izuku looked on in confusion, mentally scolding himself for saying something wrong.

All tsuyu did was give izuku one of the warmest smiles she has ever gave, and slowly started to stand up. She walked away slowly, Izuku watching.

"its alright if you can't say the same."

And with that she walked away.

Yet she stopped.

She felt the warm embrace of a hand holding, telling her to come back. Shocked, she turned around to meet its owner.

"Tsuyu pleasd don't leave. I didn't mean it in that way... I meant, maybe, just maybe, I could learn how to return your feelings."

Her eyes widened a bit, not expected that answer. After a while, she smiled. She understood now.

Izuku may not be an expert on romantic feelings, yet he knew that deep down, he admired the girl in front of him greatly. He didn't know why, he couldnt answer how. All he knew is that he wanted to take this opportunity.

Out of sheer delight, tsuyu jumped at Izuku, hugging him. Izuku could feel the nervousness bubble inside him, but thats fine. He began to enjoy this feeling. He slowly hugged her back, still trying to get used to these new feelings.

Without warning, tsuyu kissed izuku on the cheek, leaving him as a blushing mess. He quickly let go of tsuyu, bringing his scarred hands up to his red face. All she could do was laugh.

"I- I think... I really like you Tsuyu. I re-really do."

Giggilling, she moved over from her spot in the wet flowers to rest her forehead on his own, smiling.

"Me too."

They stayed like that for a while, blue flowers dancing in the cold wind.

*

*

*

×bonus!×

Izuku nervously took tsuyu's hand in his, flustered. The two stood in front of the polished brown doors of 1-A. Today was the day they were going to reveal their relationship to the class. Nervously blushing, they slowly walked in, hand in hand.

#izutsu #izuku x tsuyu #midotsu #tsuyu asui #asui tsuyu #tsuyu #asui #midoriya izuku #izuku #midoriya #izuku midoriya #deku #tsuyu x izuku #midotsuyu #bnha ships #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha fic #mha #my hero academia