#( . was he shot ? stabbed ?? no idea bye

[stillsolo]

@vicioushope 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 :: " i assume that the rumors surrounding you are all false and unrelated to why you're bleeding out on my sofa? "

               𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙰𝚆𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙽 𝙹𝚈𝙽’𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙻𝚈 ,  han solo turned away to scowl up at the ceiling.

❝just thought your sofa might need some redecorating, so here i am.❞  solo waved his good arm, the action halting and cut short with a hiss.  shavit—was he still bleeding?  jaw set taut, he rolled his shoulders, finally working off the soaked fabric that seemed adhered to his skin, sliding it down his biceps until it gathered at his elbows.  ❝y’know i like to accessorize with red.  adds contrast—and character.❞

jokes aside, he’d made it out alive, hadn’t he?  han flexed his fingers and winced at the discomfort lancing up his side.  injuries had long ago become the norm for him, and he was no stranger to pain, but… come to think of it, han couldn’t recall the last time he came across a sleemo whose skill with a blaster perhaps rivaled his own.  the slimy bastard had intercepted him while crossing the docks, emerging from between a stack of crates before demonstrating one hell of a quick draw.  it would’ve fetched him a genuine compliment if he didn’t immediately level the blaster at han’s center mass, like this was a stickup and han wasn’t the type of man who’d shoot first and ask questions later.

❝so, rumors, huh?  dunno ’bout that, but y’know how it is.  people love to talk; they make me sound more exciting than i actually am.❞  with his head still spinning and his shoulder burning something fierce, han slanted a sideways grin at a face he hadn’t seen in over a year.  ❝you keepin’ tabs on me?❞

he should’ve taken the guy more seriously though, especially after his furious spluttering about a botched job and lost credits, that it was han’s fault his sweetheart had left him high and dry.  it all painted a picture han was pretty sure he had nothing to do with.  regardless, it’d been mistake to try reasoning with a nova-happy kreetle clearly off his repulsors.  as for his final mistake?  well, in hindsight, han reckoned that telling the guy to go frink himself was probably not the best way to deescalate the situation, but how could he have known the bastard had brought muscle with him?  like a mynock out of hell, the gran dropped in fast, closing the distance between them and nailing han square in the face, leaving him stunned and disoriented.

    memory blurred beyond that point.    han only vaguely recalled spotting a prybar and the stark flash of a vibroblade powering on in the dark; his own startled shouts of pain amid the thunderous drumming of his heart, and an additional mix of voices, lost somewhere in the commotion…  han shut his eyes and shook his head, letting a breath go slowly before he tugged at the rest of his dirtied clothes with sudden haste.

 they could chat about what happened later, preferably after he plugged what bloody holes now littered his body.

[azrielwingspan]

SOON (THEO NOTT X READER)

Summary : Theodore Nott was just another Slytherin asshole to most of Hogwarts. But to you, he was something much much more.

Themes : Mild kissing and swearing.

A/N : This is my first Theo fic AHHH. Just thought I would give it a shot. Let me know how it is!

P.S.- This is strictly a one shot. There will be no part 2.

"He is quite charming isn't he?" Ginny commented sneaking a glance at Theodore Nott. Seated at the Slytherin table between his usual rowdy gang of friends, he smirked at something Lorenzo had said.

"I think the word you're looking for is enigmatic, Gin. For all we know, he could be Voldemort in disguise." you stated flatly, stabbing a piece of potato on your plate. Earning a smack on the arm for using You-know-who's name so boldly, you ignored Ginny's attempts at convincing you to attend the party being thrown tonight.

"Help me understand why you're so bloody against the idea?! Is it because you have to bring a date?" she raised her eyebrows in question.

"That may be a part of the reason." you refused to meet her owl like stare, instead choosing to focus on the copy of the Daily Prophet in front of you.

"Why would that be an issue ? I can name five people off the top of my head who would say yes instantly." she prodded further, thankfully choosing to redirect her gaze towards the mail she'd received. Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, you snuck a glance at Theodore again. The sleeves of his uniform were rolled upto his elbow and you greedily took in the sight of his veiny forearms.

"What are you looking at?" Ginny broke you out of the reverie, your eyes immediately flitting towards the shawl Pansy was wearing.

"Pansy's new shawl. I can't recall which store I've seen it in but it looks very familiar." The lie rolled out smoothly, misleading Ginny. The pang of guilt ,that never lessened in impact, hit you yet again.

"Oh. Yeah, it does look quite familiar now that you mention it." She went off on a tangent about clothes and you let out a relieved sigh.

Ginny couldn't know. Not for now atleast.

The morning went on, your focus elsewhere during most of the classes. Ginny hadn't brought up the party again but you knew it was unavoidable. You were definitely acting quite strange. Not being the one to turn down an invite, your sudden refusal to attend this massive party did come as a surprise to your friends.

You had your reasons. Utterly selfish reasons.

However as the evening rolled by, Ginny had cornered you into agreeing. On bringing up the issue of the date, she'd simply shrugged and said "I took care of it."

That did not sound very reassuring.

It was worse than you had expected.

"CORMAC MC FUCKIN LAGGEN ?!?" you hissed at Ginny , your back to the boy in question.

Ginny looked away sheepishly and said "He told Hermione who told me that he had a thing for you. So I thought you guys could talk? I mean you don't have to really. Just drop him off in a corner."

"Drop him---" pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, you whipped around to face Laggen and gave him a saccharine smile.

"Nice to meet you Laggen but I'm not interested."

He looked astounded, trying to wrap his head around the rejection. After a few seconds, he managed to sputter out "We haven't talked yet. How can you--"

"Yes. Yes I can. You have my permission to tell everyone I'm your date but please don't approach me again. Bye." you sauntered off into the party, Ginny keeping up behind you.

"Where's Harry anyways?" you asked, straining your neck to see past the crowd.

"Running late. Neville set his pants on fire so Ron and Harry are helping him out."

Shaking your head in amusement, you let your eyes run around the room searching for him.

There.

Theo sat on the couch near the fireplace, one arm thrown around the back , a glass of amber liquid in the other. The smoke from Mattheo's cigarette made his figure hazy.

"I'm gonna go grab a drink." Ginny said her voice floating by. You nodded distractedly , your attention held captive by Theo.

As if sending your presence behind him , he turned his head around and met your eyes. Slight confusion marred his face making his eyebrows furrow. He hadn’t expected you to be here.

Signalling to you with a quick nod of his head, he excused himself from his group of friends and made his way to his dorms. You stayed down for a couple more minutes , getting yourself a drink to throw off suspicion.

“Hey, I didn’t think you’d come tonight. Ginny change your mind?” Pansy popped out of the blue , startling you.

“Uh.. Pansy, hey. Yeah you know how Gin is.” Pansy was a bit of a talker. Aware that this conversation could go on forever , you tried to come up with an excuse. “Hey listen, I’ve got to use the bathroom real quick. I’ll find you again alright?”

Not waiting for a response , you made your way in the direction of the bathrooms and took a sharp turn in the opposite direction once you made sure Pansy had redirected her attention. Sneaking up the stairway to the boys dorm, you took a moment for yourself outside Theo’s dorm room, straightening out your clothes.

“Took you long enough.” His voice drawled as you entered his room, the familiar surroundings providing a sense of comfort.

“Pansy almost started a conversation.” You said laughing lightly at his wide eyed expression.

“Didn’t take you long then.” He corrected his previous statement , prowling towards you.

“No. I guess it didn’t.”

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulled you into a searing kiss that had you holding onto his shirt for balance. The words 'I missed you' played at the tip of your tongue struggling to be let out.

He nipped at your lower lip , a breathy sigh leaving you as you tangled your hands in his hair.

"Cormac Mc fuckin Laggen? Seriously?" Theo muttered , lowering his head to place soft kisses across your jaw. Leaning your head back to give him more access, you let out a soft laugh. "That's exactly what I said. Ginny is the real culprit."

A strangled moan left your lips as he sucked at your neck, immediately soothing it with a sloppy kiss. "T-Theo..you idiot. That's gonna leave a mark." He just hummed in response seemingly lost in the pleasure. Tugging his head back, you made him meet your gaze head on.

"If we stay up here for any longer, they'll suspect." A shiver passed through you as his hands trailed lower and cupped you arse, pulling your hips to his. "Let them." he said dropping his head to capture your lips once more.

"THEO, YOU IN THERE ??" Blaise Zabini's voice boomed through the door making you jump. A string of Italian curses left Theo's mouth as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah give me a minute!"

Cupping your face in his hands, he leaned down to your face placing you at eye level. "It'll all be over soon alright? We won't have to hide anymore. We can be free." The promise in his eyes lit a spark of hope within you, a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Soon." you whispered , your eyes fluttering shut as you placed a kiss on his Dark Mark.

[butim4you]

(This is not proffread and i just started writing so it might not be that good, hope you like it <3)

Chishiya x reader

You took a deep breath but then Hissed at the sudden pain it brought you. You had been helping your friends take down the King of spades...You had atleast two or three gun shots. Two in your chest and one in your leg.

Usagi had just left the alley way to find arisu even with her leg being stabbed..Kuina was laying on the ground focusing on her breathing beside Ann. She stares at your attempt to stand. You got up but quickly had to hold on to the wall as your leg almost gave out.

You only had one leg to get to Him...When Arisu had reaveld that He would show the way Chishiya was if you helped them, you didnt have a choice..Wobbiling out of the alley you look up to see Arisu carrying Usagi bridal style and he looks worried for her. Hearing footsteps Arisu looks up at you.

"Which way..."

You said weakly. Arisu remembered what he had said. He nodded at the way since he couldn't point with Usagi in his arms. You didn’t even consider saying 'thanks' or 'bye'. You just started walking...Or more so, you tried your best to walk. He could be anywhere....You had no idea what you were thinking. You would probably not even find him. You walked quite the way to find niragi leaning back against an Abonded car.

You had always had a problem with niragi. He saw a figure covering the sun from him, and he opened his eyes and looked up at her. He knew you were looking for chishiya. Stupid people...stupid love.

"Niragi.."

You addressed him, and he scoffs and looks off to the side. He understood you were in a bad condition.. He could easily take you over now if it wasn't for his own pain. He coughs and avoids your e/c Eyes.

"Your prince is waiting over there."

He stares in the direction Chishiya sits, Hes a bit far away from them. Far enough to not hear their words. You stare at him before limping towards the way he told you. You were met with a sight of Chishiya sitting down, leaning back against a car resting.

"Shiya.."

You feel a wave of calmness hit you and you let go of a breath you didnt know you were holding. He hears your soft voice that was like a whisper. He could hear your hurried footsteps but also the dragging of your injured leg. His calm eyes open as you did your best to sit down beside him. A loud wince was heard from you and he quickly examined your condition.

"Your hurt."

He stated softly, Inside he Felt bad for not protecting you and he wished he could wrap up your wounds. But you smile so sweetly at him.

"You are too, y'know?"

You already understood Niragi was the reason for his injuries. He felt you lean into his side that wasn't injured. And he leaned back against you. He gave the side of your head a kiss and just sat there with you. Neither one of you had the energy to do anything else.

Time moved like seconds as you two sat there, Before you knew it you heard the fireworks and saw the beautiful colors in the sky.

"Shiya...They did it..."

Chishiya smiles and nods, The Loud voice then was heard from the sky...'Your now allowed to pick either to stay here as a citizen or Leave to go back to the real world." A woman's voice said that sounded made up said.

You look up at him, and he stares up into the sky.

"I wanna leave.."

He said with a small smile as you copied his words. You even heard Niragi say he wants to leave from afar. Your hand that is intertwined with his gives him a squeeze. He looks down at you with confused eyes as you look scared.

"Shiya, Promise me that you will go look for me in the real world again...? Please..."

He still has that confident glint in his eyes as he kisses the side of your face.

"I promise, Y/n.."

Then everything went black.

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Chishiya stares at the unfimilar man in the bed beside him.

"What the fuck are you staring at?"

The man rasped, half of the man's body was covered in bandages.

"I heard your heart also stopped for a whole minute.."

Chishiya said with his normal face, He felt like he had forgotten something important..

"So what?"

The man spat, seriously not caring a shit. He sighs.

"Do you feel like something in you changed?"

He doesnt really know why he is asking. A part of him feels missing...more then before.

"Not really...Guess I just look flashier now. What about you?"

The man chishiya already knews name was Niragi suguru. What happend now again...?

"...I lived a useless life..but now..im gonna make up for it..."

The way chishiya said that so casually made niragi laugh but he stops when he hears their room door opening, A woman stood there. She looked like she's here for the same reason as they were.

"Ah, im sorry! This is the wrong room.."

Chishiya looked over at her and examined her closely...Then your eyes met, he felt his missing spot getting filled once more as he heard you say his name nickname you gave him.

"Shiya...?"

Not you randomly remembering his nickname and saying it out loud.

[nofingjustaninchident]

i saw ur requests are open and i got excited 😵

would u be willing to write a jason grace x apollo!reader one shot? specifically one that’s kinda angsty but has a happy ending?? maybe the reader gets really hurt on a quest with Jason and he’s genuinely scared but she ends up being okay in the end? i’m not sure what other details but i’d love to see what you do with this (if you want!!!)

:0)

we’ll be a fine line, we’ll be alright.

content: jason grace x apollo!reader

warning: bad BAD writing, angst but then it’s fluff, blood, almost dying experience, octavian’s still alive, cursing, post Blood of Olympus

a/n: hello! this is my first request and i wanted to post it before the other stuff i’m working on (especially cause i can’t finish any of the shit i’m working on). this is kind of fast paced but don’t blame me, it’s 12am in brazil right now so.. yea. also, i kinda diverted from the whole hurt in quest thing, i’m sorry! i didn’t have enough ideas for a whole quest. but i hope you enjoy! oh and this is placed after the first book of TOA

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Sure, a heartbreak did hurt. But have you been stabbed by Imperial Gold? Dude. Brotha.

Sure, it was a normal thing for you to argue with Octavian. Hell, it was. normal thing for everyone who’s sane to do. This scrawny boy was just… a piece of shit. Yeah. And the worst part? You’re related. He’s one of the “legacies”, whatever that is. That stupid roman dipshit.

And today was no different. You two were arguing about some trivial shit, as always, but things escalated quickly. Soon you two were sparring (how was a mystery, since you didn’t even know that thing knew how to hold a sword) and it was quite fun.

You see, you got to camp Half-Blood when you were just seven. Since then you’ve been trained all year, since you didn’t have any other family - besides the godly side of it, duh - and Octavian was… well, Octavian. You were much better than him.

The whole problem is that Octavian likes to play dirty. So eventually he makes you trip and fall and he leaves gashes around your arms and legs. But with imperial gold it was sort of painful.

Till one of those times came again, but this time he didn’t leave a gash or a scratch. He stabbed you right in your stomach.

“Oh, gods!” He said, with fake concern. “I’m so sorry, cousin! My bad. I should go looking for your boyfriend, right? But… i didn’t see nothing. Bye!” The blond said with a devilish grin and left.

You knew you needed help. You were applying pressure to the wound, trying to use your healing powers to at least slow down the bleeding.

You tried to get up to look for help, but it was almost impossible. Even with that, you had to. ‘Oh, come on,’ you thought, ‘i’ve faced Kronos, Gaea and Annabeth mad at me. I’m not gonna die for a stupid legacy.’

And that’s exactly what made you move your body towards the via principalis, where you knew someone was gonna help you.

When you got there, the first person you saw was - thanks the gods -, Reyna. When the praetor looked at you, her face was horrified.

“y/n? What-“ She began, but you cut her off.

“I-i’ll explain later. Just… medical cabin. Please.” You begged, your words barely above a whisper.

Reyna nodded and helped you lean on her for support, as she walked you towards the medical cabin. You didn’t know the name of the boy who was currently there, but he looked as horrified as Reyna.

“Oh gods. Oh, my gods.” The boy said and you smiled, trying to fight back the urge to pass out.

“Ha, thanks. I thought it was bad.” You half joked as Reyna and the unkown boy put you on a vacant stretcher. When you were laid down, you looked up at Reyna with pleading eyes. “Bring Jason here, please?”

“Of course. I’ll go find him. The brunette said and left the medical cabin.

“Ok. uh… care to tell what happened with you?” The boy asked and you turned your gaze back to him.

“Got stabbed by imperial gold. What’s your name?” She asked, but the look in the boy’s face didn’t seemed to register the question.

“My gods… i’ll do my best to help you.” He said and grabbed a bottle of nectar, pouring it to your mouth. “Ok, i need to-“

Before he could finish, a certain blonde boy barges past the doors, looking around the medical cabin, desperately trying to find you.

When his gaze fell into you, he rushed to your side, grabbing your hand. His eyes were glossy behind his glasses and she knew he already wanted to cry.

“Y/n, what…? What happened? Are you okay? Who did this?” He asked, and she tried to laugh, but the pain was becoming unbearable. You couldn’t even talk anymore, as the only thing that came out of your mouth was a whiny breath. “It’s okay, i’m here with you, hm? I won’t leave.”

He kissed your forehead and you squeezed his hand softly just before you felt a tear fall in your cheek. That was the last thing you heard or saw before passing out.

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Jason is desperate. He’s beyond worried about you.

He knows what imperial gold does to someone. Gods, he was stabbed by imperial gold before. And if she wasn’t treated in the right way… he didn’t even want to think about it.

But other than that, he needed to know who did this. He was going to kill this person with his bare hands.

It had been two days since you blacked out and you hadn’t woken up yet. He was starting to get even more worried, but he hadn’t left your side for one second. You couldn’t even go back to Camp Half-Blood (obvi), so your closest friends and family came to visit.

Will had cried his eyes out when he saw her there. Nico had to comfort him as his pupils leaked salty water. Lester/Apollo was back from his quest with Meg, and he also came to visit his daughter. The man was very… emotional, let’s say that.

But on the third day you were finally beginning to wake up. Of course, Jason was there.

“Hey, honey… you’re back, hm?” He asked, caressing you hair as you smiled, trying to reassure him. It still hurt as hell, but it could be worse. You could be dead.

“Hey…” She mumbled, her voice a little smudgy. “How long was it out?”

“A few days. But you’re back now, that’s what matters the most.” He said as he gave you a soft kiss on the lips. It was no tongue, just affection. He was showing you he was there for you.

“I feel fine. Like, not fine, but definitely better.” She said, as she pulled away from him.

“Yeah, i imagined. But, baby, i need you to tell me something.” Jason said, still holding your hand softly.

You nodded, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Who did this to you?” He asked, and you felt him squeezing your hand tighter. His voice was also harsher, as if he was restraining himself from killing someone.

“It was… it was Octavian.” She said, in a whisper-like tone. His face hardened immediately as he got up and went to the boy that was standing at the door.

“I need you to call Reyna and Frank. Tell them it’s an emergency.” He said and the boy quickly left.

Jason rushed back to your side. “I swear i’m gonna kill that son of a bitch.” He muttered.

When you were about to answer, Reyna and Frank rushed past the door, both looking worried. Behind Frank, there were a few other people - Will, Nico, Hazel, Annabeth, Piper, Leo and Percy -, all looking worried.

“You’re alive!” Will shouted and rushed to your side, tears welling up his eyes again.

“What, you thought that a little stab was going to kill me? Please.” She scoffed and Will laughed.

“So, who did this?” Reyna asked, also going to your side and stroking your shoulder softly.

“The most stupid, idiotic, son of a bitch augur that we ever had.” Jason said through gritted teeth.

“Octavian did that? I knew he was annoying, but at this level?” Percy asked, his face contorted in a mix of anger and disbelief.

“Mhm. We were sparring but… he likes to play dirty, i guess.”

“I’m gonna murder him.” Will groaned.

“Get in line.” Jason, Percy and Nico said at the same time.

You chuckled a bit, even if it hurt. Cause you knew, with that family right there, everything was gonna be fine.

a/n pt2: so… i like it but i don’t but i do. u get that? yea. i don’t know, i think i could do better, but i kinda liked it. I was going to make octavian’s trial and all but it would be too fucking long, so i gave up. that’s it for today, sorry that it took so long!

[fandoms--fluff]

Stormed

Part 4 

Salvatore little sister x Damon Salvatore x Stefan Salvatore

Warnings: Swearing, death/murder

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As soon as Jeremy opened the door a bunch of hybrids came crashing through the house, starting to attack everyone.

Damon, enraged started to rip all the hybrids that are attacking him, hearts out, then throwing them right next to the limp bodies. Katherine and Elena coincidentally fighting next to each other made all the hybrids confused as which one of them were Elena.

“Which one of you is Elen-” one of the hybrids started but Jeremy attacked him and decapitated him before he could say the rest of his sentence. 

“That was quite rude, I have a way better personality and better looking than her” Katherine said before slamming one of the hybrids into the railing. Elena just glared at her before moving to an opposite spot of the room.

While they were fighting off the last few hybrids you had no idea what was going on downstairs since Tyler and Caroline’s room was on the other side of the house and the door was closed. That was until a hybrid got past all of them and followed the sound of your voice to the room. He crashed into the room and you screamed, frightened and backed away until you hit the headboard of the bed.

You still had your light brown teddy bear tight in your grasp and hugged up to your chin. The guy vampire sped towards you and stabbed a shot full of vervain on your shoulder. You fell slump against the headboard and he picked you up, speeding out of the house without anyone seeing or hearing anything.  

By the time all the hybrids were dead, some of the furniture was flipped over. Immediately Damon sped upstairs and searched all the rooms that you could’ve been in, including tearing apart the fort you built and tripped on one of the blankets. 

“Fuck!” He swore and got back up then went downstairs to everyone else. “y/n’s gone” He informed. 

“One of Klaus’s hybrids must of gone upstairs and taken her while we weren’t paying any attention. 

“Well we would have heard her screaming right?” Caroline asked, worried. 

Damon clenched his fists, trying to push back his anger. “She was in your guys’ room” Damon said, motioning towards Caroline and Tyler.

“How do you know she was in there?” Elena questioned.

“I saw three of her stuffed animals scattered on their bed and the sheets were scattered as if she were trying to back away from someone coming towards her.”

“So what are we going to do? How are we supposed to get her back without Klaus killing all of us, cause he will with no hesitation. And that’s coming from someone that’s been running from him for hundreds of years” Katherine said, pouring herself a drink then downed it. 

“What about Elijah, would he know where Klaus might be?” Jeremy asked.

“I’ll see if there’s anything that he knows” Elena said getting her phone that was laying on the ground, phoning Elijah. 

After the first three rings he picked up, “Why does he always pick up when you phone but never when I phone him” Damon complained, not noticing Elena put her phone on speaker. 

‘Because every single time you phoned me it was always something stupid or just to piss me off’ Elijah said, making Damon freeze.

“Fair enough” Damon shrugged then put on a serious facial expression.

“So your brother’s hybrids came and attacked us we killed them all obviously then plot twist one of them got away, went upstairs and kidnapped y/n” Katherine said, trying to imitate Elena.

‘I know that was you speaking Katerina, your vocabulary is very different from Elena’s. Oh and also who is y/n?’ He asked, confused.

“She’s our four-year-old sister - well older but, you know- whatever” Stefan said, panicking about where you were. 

‘I’ll see what I can do, I’ll make sure to contact you as soon as I find out anything’ Elijah sighed.

“Okay, thank you so much, bye” Elena said. “Alright, bye” he hanged up and he looked towards his brother.

“What did you do Niklaus?” Elijah said, rage laced in his voice.

[angstyaches]

Hi!I love your fics so much and I saw your request things and thought maybe you could do Donnacha or Henry with an upset stomach that pushes them to the edge? Like they have to go go go all day long and it makes them like super overwhelmed but it ends all fluffy with the other character comforting them with belly rubs or a hot shower or smth?? Only do this if you want ofc!! Just a an idea! Ok bye!!

I was so sure that this hadn't been in my inbox for too long, but then I realised my original draft is named 'henry sickfic june' lmao thank you for the lovely request and for your patience, anon 🖤

CW: anxiety, depression, bad self talk, chronic pain, job interview scenario, death mention, emeto, stomach noises, platonic caretaking, belly rubs.

Word Count: 4,000+

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Henry woke up feeling far too rested. 

Not a good sign.  

Even before he’d untangled his thoughts from the hazy dream he’d been having – the details were already retreating, but he was certain that Orlando Bloom had been somewhat involved – he knew in his bones that he had slept through his alarms. 

Cold spikes of adrenaline flipped him onto his back, joints protesting, so he could reach for his phone and his glasses. He pressed the glasses to his face and read the time on the screen. The taste of bile crept into his dry mouth. 

“Oh, fuck.”  

He scrubbed a hand over his face. He hadn’t shaved in ages, and his stubble was just short of a full-fledged beard at this rate. He’d intended to shave this morning, before sitting down to do a remote job interview that had been scheduled for one hour and forty-three minutes ago. 

Well. The company may as well have received written confirmation that he was no longer interested.  

Woops.  

He supposed he could call them up now and apologise for running late, and maybe they’d give him another shot –  

Henry’s stomach instantly turned at the idea, and he had to swallow very measuredly to avoid choking on a mouthful of bile. 

He had another interview lined up for later that afternoon, in case interview number one fell flat. Which it technically hadn’t. Now everything depended on the second – only – interview, a thought that had his stomach twisting again as soon as he had it. He almost regretted that he hadn’t managed to sleep through that appointment, too; at least then it would have been out of his hands. 

Henry hauled himself out of bed, grabbed his cane, and headed down the hallway for a quick, lukewarm shower. He thought about his day as he worked the grease out of his hair and the sheet-marks out of his face; his failure to make his first meeting of the day clawed at him, clinging to his skin despite the running water. As much as he’d been dreading the human interaction, he needed work – for the sense of purpose as much as the financial compensation. 

But... mostly the financial compensation. 

Digging through his clothes, he realised that the first thing he’d needed to do that morning was stick a bundle of his laundry into the washer-dryer, so he would have a decent shirt to wear for his interviews. Well, interview singular now. He dragged his laundry basket to the kitchen and filled the machine. His hip and back started aching with the effort of crouching, and head spun with urgency, frustration, and the overall unpleasantness of waking up to instant panic. His hair – now long enough to lick the neckline of his sweater – dripped cold water into his clothes. 

Alright. The dry cycle would be finished a measly fifteen minutes before he’d need a shirt. He’d really needed to wake up with that first alarm, but... it was fine. This was fine. 

While the washing machine hummed to life and water trickled into the drum, Henry gingerly righted himself, fingers working into the tension in his hip. Tears stabbed at the backs of his eyeballs and his jaws sat tense, but there was no sense in letting the pain steal his focus when he had things to be doing. 

He eyed the cupboards and considered dragging something out for a breakfast/lunch hybrid, but he felt his stomach do a queasy little backflip at the thought.  

He slinked back to his room, his heart thumping like he’d run a marathon, and lowered himself into his desk chair. 

___ 

Henry tried tapping around on Reddit to kill the time, but the constraints of both his laundry and his upcoming interview made it impossible for him to get absorbed in anything other than watching the time. His eyes skimmed over words and paragraphs without really taking anything in, and what little information his brain did let in only made him confused and angry. His mind was locked up tight, sealing itself up in fear of forgetting what he was supposed to do later. 

He typed the name of the company he’d be interviewing with later into a search engine. Maybe if he convinced himself he was being productive, his brain would give him a break. 

Light stabbed his eyes and Henry almost physically recoiled when their website appeared on-screen. No wonder they were looking to hire a web designer. The thing looked like it’d been created by a thirteen-year-old in 2004, despite the fact that the About Us portion stated that the company had been established in 2016.  

Henry was ready to click away from the site again – any longer in front of that wall of neon yellow and headers written in Bradley Hand, and he’d trigger a migraine – when a twinge of hunger sent his stomach into a spiraling churn.  

“Oh, great, now you’re hungry,” Henry murmured, gliding a hand over his belly.  

As indignant as he was about having to move, he was a little grateful to be given a task. He pulled himself out of the desk chair with a resigned sigh. After making himself a milky cup of coffee and a sandwich, using the last slice of cheese in the fridge, he hobbled over to the living room couch.  

He thought about turning the TV on, but the remote was out of immediate reach, so that decision was made for him. He ate in silence. 

He took a few bites of his sandwich that didn’t really taste... like anything. He hadn’t had anything to drink, since he’d woken late and in such a panic; maybe it was his dry mouth that was stopping his taste buds from doing their job. He took his coffee mug firmly by the handle and gulped down a few mouthfuls, stopping when the bitterness clung to the back of his throat. Not his best move, he thought with a shudder. He managed a few more bites and, unable to force himself to eat the crusts when his appetite was already so poor, called it there. 

___ 

Henry’s belly roiled. He could feel a panicky sheen of sweat gathering under his clothes. and his voice trembled throughout the meeting, It was so hard to sort through his dizzy thoughts that he struggled to answer the most basic of questions; what were his qualifications, what previous work was he the proudest of, what had he struggled with in the past and how had he overcome that struggle. 

“Thank you for allowing me to get to know you, Mr. Wilde,” the interviewer said now, smiling at him through the screen. “Your qualifications and experience are probably the most outstanding of all of our candidates so far. But I am just curious; what it is that interested you about this particular project?”  

Henry swallowed thickly. Despite this very immediate emergency situation, all he could think about was how Lucy would have passed away from second-hand embarrassment if she ever found out that the extent of his research on this company hadn’t gone beyond a brief skim of their website. 

He mumbled something about potential, even though all he could think about was the potential of him taking a nap directly after this interview ended. To his left, his bed lay beneath the armfuls of clothing that he’d moved out of his webcam’s line of sight, yet it seemed to peer out at him with a warm, tempting gaze. He could call it a day here, and hope she’d hire him based on his credentials alone. 

A warm, sickly belch crawled up his throat. He managed to stifle and muffle it, but his fist jerked towards his lips out of instinct, his cheeks puffing out slightly. The air settled back into his stomach with an acidic slosh, and he eyed his interviewer carefully. 

“Excuse me, sorry,” he mumbled. 

She blinked, regarding him with a hint of distaste, but moved along. “So, if we were to hire you for this project, where would you begin?” 

Henry cleared his throat, removing his fist. He was becoming irritated now; it felt as though she were tricking him into giving her instructions for whatever sap she hired, be it him or somebody else. But sometimes, you just had to jump through hoops to get ahead. Or stay afloat. 

“Well...” He cleared his throat. “I think I would begin by implementing some basic changes to the optics of the company’s home page. It’s the first impression of your company that many customers will get, so I feel it’s important to provide a good visual impact.” 

“Visual.” The interviewer – shame curdled in Henry’s gut as he realised he’d already forgotten her name – raised an eyebrow. “This project doesn’t concern any graphic work.” 

Catastrophe bloomed amidst the existing unease in Henry’s belly. He could let himself off the hook for not knowing the company inside-out, but not knowing the details of the position he was applying for was a whole other level of unpreparedness. The Lucy in his head was slapping her forehead and shaking her head, disowning him. 

“But you’ve intrigued me,” the interviewer said. “What optics are you referring to?” 

If you want my input, hire me, Henry wanted to snap at her. 

“Well, there are some scenarios where websites such as your current one would lend a certain retrospective, nostalgic charm,” Henry said, adjusting his glasses with a shaky hand, “but since I have no reason to believe that this was the intention here, the current website makes your company appear out of touch, and the previous designer seem like an incompetent amateur.” 

With a deep nod of her head, the interviewer looked down at the notepad she’d been clutching since the call had begun. She tucked a nonexistent strand of stray hair behind her ear. “The previous designer was my deceased partner.” 

Henry’s throat froze over. 

“But I thank you for your feedback on her competence, Mr. Wilde, or... lack thereof, as it would seem.” Her eyes widened as she jotted something down. Her sudden lack of eye contact seemed intentional. “That’s all I need from you right now.” 

Henry fidgeted in his desk chair. He’d done such a great job of not fidgeting until that point. An apology danced on the tip of his tongue, but all that came out when he opened his mouth was, “Alright.” 

“Thank you for your time.” The interviewer didn’t even off a ‘we’ll be in touch’ before she ended the video call and vanished from his screen. 

Henry sat back in his chair, flung his glasses across his keyboard, and groaned loudly into his palms. When the groan didn’t seem like enough, he allowed himself something a little closer to a scream – why not? He was home alone, and the downstairs lot had been unoccupied ever since they’d moved in.  

The sound turned over painfully in his throat and made his eyes water. His insides felt like they were shrinking under the weight of failure, uselessness, despair, and hopelessness, and his shoulders crumpled inwards until his head was resting on the edge of his desk. 

It felt like forever before a sob finally tore loose, and with it came the sickly belch he’d swallowed on the video call, only this time, it came with interest. His stomach was churning wildly, feeling full to the brim with acidic mush. 

Jesus Christ, he hadn’t even said sorry for his remark, or thanked the interviewer for taking the time to speak with him –  

Vision blurry, Henry’s hands scrambled to find the metal bin he usually filled with sticky notes and chocolate wrappers and noodle cups. He shifted his chair forward in the search, jamming one of the wheels against his own foot. He yanked the bin into his lap as his stomach muscles imploded.  

No, he thought, tossing the bin back to the floor. Puking in his bin would mean washing it later, and Henry didn’t trust his energy levels to be up for an extra task after all of this.  

He gripped the edge of his desk, flinching to his feet and setting his stationery holders rattling. His hip seized up as he straightened, and if that wasn’t bad enough, a spike of tension pierced his temples. He staggered into the hallway and towards the bathroom, and, mercifully, made it to the toilet bowl before his stomach could really get going. 

The pressure at the base of his oesophagus felt like too much laundry being pushed into a washing machine drum at one time. It took far too long for him to retch up even the tiniest splatter of burning-hot bile; the liquid ejected from his stomach probably amounted to less than the liquid he’d squeezed out of his eyes.  

Still, his body seemed satisfied with that for now. The nausea retreated, leaving only that stubborn pain in his belly and the matching pain left behind by the clenching in his throat. 

He sank to the floor, knuckles pale and jutting as he gripped the toilet seat with both hands. He forced up a burp that was pressing at the base of his ribs, grimacing and desperate for relief, but it only brought that hot, heavy feeling back. His stomach burbled. His hip ached. His goosebump-ridden body shuddered. His heart curdled into a lump of despair that sat at the back of his throat. 

He belched again, and this time, up came his sandwich. 

___ 

“Henry, it’s Flatmate Friday,” Donnacha called through the door, as drily as he might have said that it was raining outside.  

Henry groaned quietly into his pillow. Flatmate Friday generally involved pizza delivery and a nostalgic movie or two, while three people sat crushed together on the couch and the fourth either took up residence on the floor or on a dining chair. 

“Hen, you alive in there?” Donnacha asked. “More importantly, are you decent?” 

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to convince Donnacha not to come into his room, Henry gave in to the inevitable. He tugged the duvet out of the way of his mouth and called out, “Yes.” 

“Look,” Donnacha sighed as he breezed into the room. His eyes lingered on the mess of clothing that lay between the door and the bed, but only for a few seconds. “I know Lucy brought you your slices last week, but I don’t agree with that! I’m sorry if it sounds harsh, or whatever, but the point of Flatmate Fridays is... you know. Hanging out with your flatmates on a Friday. If I can be civil with Payton in the spirit of Flatmate Friday, then you can at least manage the ten paces it takes from here to the couch...” 

There was a brief flash of silence. 

“Jesus, Hen,” Donnacha said softly. Ha shimmied around the clothes mountain. His weight tipped one side of the mattress, creating a slope that pulled Henry’s legs towards the warmth of Donnacha’s back. “What’s going on? Bad day?” 

Henry shrugged. 

“Those... those new meds messing you up?” There was a soft, sympathetic melody to Donnacha’s voice now. He wove his fingertips into the fluffy mess of Henry’s hair.  

The gesture took him so much by surprise that tears sprang to Henry’s eyes, almost as uncontrollably as vomit. 

“Hen,” Donnacha exclaimed in a whisper, as though Henry had done something outrageous by tearing up. “What’s up? This is scary. Please tell me.” 

“I... fucked up so many times today,” Henry said numbly. It all felt so... inconsequential now that he was trying to summarise it for someone who wasn’t there. Someone who didn’t share his headspace. Someone who could smile and shrug and tell him to try again another day.  

Someone who, sweet as he was, didn’t understand.  

“What do you mean?” The sympathetic edge left Donnacha’s voice, leaving only disbelief. Genuine disbelief that Henry could have fucked anything up because Henry was older, Henry was smarter, Henry never left the apartment so when would he even have the opportunity to fuck anything up? 

“I-I woke up feeling like shit, and then I missed one job interview, and I really... really wanted that one.” He hadn’t admitted it to himself earlier, but now it hit him like a rock to the gut, that the interview he’d missed had meant so much more to him than the other one. “A-and then, I spectacularly fucked up the second one –” 

“It can’t have been that bad.” 

“I insulted the interviewer’s dead partner.” 

Donnacha’s lips hovered apart, wordless. Yeah, that’s what I thought, Henry wanted to spit. 

“And then I-I completely shut down for the rest of the day... I’m behind on my current deadlines –”  

“Hey, it’s okay,” Donnacha said. 

He didn’t even realise he’d started heaving with sobs until he felt Donnacha’s hands trying to still his shuddering shoulders. He leaned into his arms, the mattress rolling his legs and his torso closer to Donnacha’s weight as the larger boy edged a little closer. 

“And you’ve just been lying here all by yourself? Why didn’t you call out to any of us when we got home?” 

A small, bitter voice in Henry’s head wanted to snap, Why didn’t any of you think to check on me? but he knew that was unfair. Most days, he was fine, but still didn’t like having his flatmates entering his personal space without an invitation. 

“Why didn’t you tell me... tell us you had interviews this week?” Donnacha wondered. His eyes darted across Henry’s face, as though he thought he had a better chance of finding an answer in his pores and his eyeballs than of getting an answer verbally. “You don’t need to keep all this shit to yourself.” 

Henry shrugged. He honestly wasn’t sure. Part of him had wanted to avoid Career Guidance Lucy and her sporadic seminars on interview skills. Part of him had dreaded the inevitable words of encouragement that Donnacha and Payton would no doubt have offered him, making it feel like an even bigger deal, an even more profound failure, when he didn’t get the jobs. He’d wanted to secure a new gig in secret, and mention it casually to his flatmates after the fact.  

Anything else was just asking for too much attention, building up too many expectations... 

A weak gurgle broke the silence, and Henry instinctively covered his stomach with his palm. Donnacha’s eyes followed the movement. A second later, there was a deeper sound, a hollow grumble that Henry felt tickle at the back of his throat. 

“Have you eaten today?” 

“Yes. I’m not hungry,” he added, already knowing that Donnacha was going to suggest, once again, that he join the others for pizza and Flatmate Friday. It was just unfortunate that his belly decided to rumble for a third time. 

“Somehow, I think you're lying to me.” 

“No - you don’t get it,” Henry sighed. Noting that Donnacha had left the door ajar and that Lucy was just down the hallway in the living area, he lowered his voice and leaned a little closer to Donnacha’s shoulder. “After my second interview... my only interview, in the end,” Henry growled, kicking his past self yet again, “I felt so sick to my stomach that I threw up my lunch.” 

Donnacha looked positively wounded with sympathy. Henry wondered how the hell he managed it.  

“Hen...” Donnacha’s hand pushed gently into Henry’s hair again. 

It was all Henry could do not to whimper and melt into the touch. He settled for letting his eyes flutter shut. He didn’t deserve the tingling pleasure that was flowing from Donnacha’s fingertips into his skull, softening the sparking, frayed edges of his nerves.  

“I’ll bring you your slices, if you want them.” 

Henry shook his head. He might have been trembling with emotion now, rather than nausea, but he still didn’t feel up to putting anything in his stomach.  

“I’ll bring mine, too. We can hang out in here, watch our own movie.”  

“No,” he choked out, pulling away from Donnacha’s hand and resting his head on the pillow again.  

“Just give me one minute.” Donnacha didn’t hesitate another second before getting up from the bed and tackling the obstacle course that was Henry’s bedroom floor one more time. 

Henry buried his face in his pillow, part of him hoping that Donnacha would somehow change his mind while he was out there and not come back. Part of him felt extremely cold and hollow at the thought of him changing his mind and not coming back. 

These feelings were confusing. Henry didn’t like it when feelings were confusing. Maybe that was what prompted him to groan in displeasure when Donnacha returned, carrying a plate laden with at least five slices of pepperoni pizza. The smell made Henry’s stomach growl with hunger that felt a lot like nausea, or... nausea that felt a lot like hunger. 

“You can’t be in here,” Henry muttered as Donnacha leaned over the mess to prop the plate on the edge of Henry’s desk. 

“Ah, ah,” Donnacha sang, darting from the room again. This time, he came back with his laptop, which he propped on Henry’s desk chair – after removing a few pairs of underwear that had been tossed onto it. “What were you saying?” 

Henry sighed and pushed himself up onto his side. That spike of agony still trailed from the outside of his eye socket to the centre of his brain. He couldn’t allow his mind to drift anywhere near the memories of the day without feeling the shame turn over in his belly. But he had to admit, Donnacha’s presence was a lot like a hot cup of tea on a chilly day. 

“It’s Flatmate Friday.” Henry waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the living area. “Flatmate bonding and whatnot.” 

“You’re my flatmate, too,” Donnacha pointed out. He looked away from his laptop and glanced about the room, no doubt analysing the mixture of washed and unwashed laundry littering the floor. “And I have a feeling I’ve... we’ve all been neglecting you a little bit.” 

Henry’s empty, knotted stomach attempted to do a little flip. “You sound like Lu.” 

Looking slightly pleased with himself, Donnacha gave a shrug. “Maybe she’s a good influence on me. Only Fools and Horses?” 

“Sure.” Henry didn’t particularly care for the 80s sitcom, but it always seemed to draw a chuckle or two out of Donnacha.  

Donnacha positioned himself at the lower half of Henry’s bed, one leg crossed under the opposite knee while his foot trailed off the side. It was a long way for him to reach to grab a slice of pizza from the place, but he did so heroically with only a tiny exhalation of strain. Henry took his pillow and pressed it to the back wall, forcing himself to sit upright even though it made his head spin and his bones feel like jelly.  

After five minutes of staring numbly at the laptop screen and listening to Donnacha chew not one but two slices of pizza, the spinning and the weakness started to pass, and the shifting in Henry’s stomach felt less like a natural disaster waiting to happen and more like an empty plea for sustenance. He gingerly reached for a slice of the pizza, and was oddly relieved when Donnacha didn’t make a big deal out of it; he just leaned around Henry and grabbed a third slice for himself. 

A few bites in, and Henry’s mind started to wander. Sleeping in, not feeling motivated enough, insulting the work of a dead person, lazily forgetting social etiquette – 

The spices in the pepperoni and the tanginess of the tomato sauce drained away until the next bite of pizza felt like a mouthful of cardboard. 

Henry chewed painfully  leaning over to place the half-eaten slice back at the edge of the plate. Chewing was an ordeal almost as unpleasant as that afternoon’s bout of dry-heaving, which he had no desire to repeat. 

He brushed the crumbs from his fingers onto the plaid fabric of his pyjamas pants, making a note to change them before bed, and sank back against the pillow. Dough and cheese and sauce sloshed around in his stomach, and he started to lift a hand to rub at it, but a large, protective one made it there first. 

Donnacha didn’t even look away from the screen as he rubbed his hand back and forth. “Doing okay?” 

“I think so,” Henry murmured, flinching as his stomach squelched under Donnacha’s palm and then began to settle into a gentler churning motion. He wondered if Donnacha had any idea the effect he was having. 

And then Donnacha laughed out loud at an on-screen joke that Henry just didn’t get, and Henry had to fight just to keep his eye-rolling subtle. 

[kittyamore0]

So here's the deal.. Maybe reader is daughter of Sidney Prescott, by ivf,as after scream 3 she wanted to have someone to love, so she did and then 10 years later skip to scream 4,it was a little 9 year old reader who shot Jill because she was about to kill her mother, in the hospital, she sees a birth certificate and sees her mother's name on the mother column and on father's column she sees.. Billy Loomis, she confronts her mother about it, and Sidney tells her that she got to know about the identity of the other person too late (don't ask why he would do this, maybe as a prank or something..) then in scream 5 she came back to woodsboro when her uncle dewy died, and when she hears Sam is Billy's daughter, she tells her she is her half sister, then in scream 6, reader starts to like the nerd ethan laundry alot, and when she is drunk she tells him who she is, as no one besides Sam, Sidney and gale knew who her father was, which ethan says during the confrontation scene, he did like reader and tries to Ave her from Quinn, as Quinn wanted to kill reader because she was Sam's sister and she was also there when her brother died. At the end, reader drops the TV on ethan,... I know its too detailed but please?

A/N: Nothing too detailed for me!! A/N: This does sound like a series though tbh

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╰┈➤ FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, Ghostface, scream 5, 6, and 4

╰┈➤ RATING: SFW

╰┈➤WRITING STYLE: Series

╰┈➤ TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen, @auranightangle

╰┈➤ REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy or steal my ideas!

╰┈➤ CW: Murder, attempted murder, shooting, guns, stabbing, blood/bleeding, attacking, stalking, deaths,

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"So, Sidney, I heard you had a daughter?" Jill smiled at Sidney. "Uh, yea..." Sidney hesitated to answer.

"Could...could i see her?" Jill tilted her head. "I just want to see my cousin's daughter...since...yk, i might die to Ghostface," Sidney slowly nodded. "Yea, uhm, thats fine...shes just with her aunt Gale right now so..." Jill gritted her teeth and put on a fake smile. "Thats okay! Im...Im gonna head upstairs and go get ready to see Kirby." Sidney smiled at her.

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"Okay. Last one, alright? You are killing me..." Gale chuckled. "Okay, okay...is uncle Dewey a bad person?" Gale furrowed her eyebrows. "No! Where'd you hear that?" You simply shrugged. "Ma said that you cant always trust the love interest..." Gale sighed and shook her head. "Okay, sweetie, that is different. Dewey is a good sheriff and helps your mother through a lot of shit. Hes one of the good guys. Depends on the person."

You mouthed a 'ohhh...' before turning to your stuffed bunny. "Why does ma and uncle Dewey call me bunny?" Gales expression darkened. "I thought that was the last one?" You playfully smiled. "Just one more!" Her lips twitched into a playful grin.

"So, you had an aunt. Her name is Tatum, and...thats her bunny. She gave it to Dewey to give to you, as a gift...and they call you bunny because it reminds them of her..." Gale spoke softly. "Where is she now?" Gale grimaced. "On a...a...very long vacation!" You nodded again.

Gales phone buzzed in her pocket. She swiftly picked it up. "Hello? Oh, hey, Sidney. What's up? You want me to pick up her what? Oh, alright. Bye." You curiously watched Gale tuck her phone back into her back pocket.

"Pick up my what?" Gale put an index finger to her mouth. "Adult matters, but why did she have me pick it up now? Its dark out...whatever."

You kept your eyes on the window, watching the street lights flash and shine. You pondered what your aunt Tatum looked like, as you played with the white chubby bunny.

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"We're here," Gale unbuckled your seat belt and exited the car. She opened the car door for you and held out her hand. You gladly took it and hopped out of the car.

You stuck to Gale's leg, since there were quite a lot of people. Reporters, even. "Hi. Im Gale Riley. Im here to pick up [Name's] Prescott birth certificate." The front desk woman eyes Gale before typing on her computer.

She bends down and opens the drawer next to her, pulling out a firm piece of paper, wrapped in plastic. "Thank you," Gale grabbed your hand and began walking to the front doors, until her phone buzzed again. "Dewey, hun, hi. Shes right here with me, why? Sidneys in the hospital? What?! Ghostface..." she scoffed. "Of course...Im already in the hospital so im going to see her. No buts, bye!"

Gale sighed and crouched down. "[Name], babe, stay here with the front desk woman, okay?" You nodded as she took you to the front desk lady, explaining to her why Gale had to leave. The woman understood and let Gale exit as wanted, but the paper Gale had gotten had fallen out of her purse.

You rushed to pick it up and tried to follow Gale. "Wait, aunty Gale!" The paper had slid out of the plastic wrap. You took a look at it and saw three blood relatives. Sam Carpenter...? Billy Loomis..."Mommys boyfriend..." You gasped. There was another name, one you didnt recognize. You had to talk to your mother about this, and Gale was your ticket to her location.

You began sprinting, watching Gale with your every move. You saw the button she pressed on the elevator, so you went to a different one, jumping to press the button.

You ran out the elevator as fast as you can when you heard a 'ding,' seeing Gale turn into a certain room. You heard grunts and things being thrown around.

Gale was being held at gunpoint by a woman you hadn't recognized. "Can i say one last thing?" She scoffed. "What, please?" Gale smirked. "Clear," her eyebrows furrowed. "Clear?"

"Clear!" Sidney comes up behind Jill and electrocutes her in the head with two defibrillator pads using 360 joules of energy. She falls backwards while Sidney crouches down to Gale.

You silently watch, making notes of Jills movement. She was still alive. You saw a gun on the floor, on display. You quickly ran to the gun, startling Jill. "What?! "

You grabbed the gun and fired in Jills direction, shooting her in the throat, shoulder and chest.

"[Name?!]" Sidney scurried to your side, pulling you into a tight embrace. "What are you doing here?!" She softly scolded you. "Why didn't you tell me you weren't my real mother?"

She gaped at your words, so did Gale. "What...?" You softly frowned. "I have the paper..." Sidney whipped her head in Gales direction, as Gale frantically searched through her bag. "Shit..." Gale chuckled nervously.

"I was trying to find out who your father was...I now know, and so do you because of a certain someone..." Sidney gritted her teeth.

"I...I think I have a sister..." Sidney tilted her head. "You do?" You nodded. "I do! Can we find her?"

"Um, Im not so...sure," You sniffled and gave her puppy dog eyes. "Please, promise me we'll find her!" Sidney hesitated before sighing.

"Alright, we'll find her.."

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꒰⸝⸝ꨄ︎⸝⸝꒱꒰⸝⸝ꨄ︎⸝⸝꒱꒰⸝⸝ꨄ︎⸝⸝꒱꒰⸝⸝ꨄ︎⸝⸝꒱꒰⸝⸝ꨄ︎⸝⸝꒱꒰⸝⸝ꨄ︎⸝⸝꒱꒰⸝⸝ꨄ︎⸝⸝꒱꒰⸝⸝ꨄ︎⸝⸝꒱꒰⸝⸝ꨄ︎⸝⸝꒱

[miyokurenai]

ONE SHOT STORY

••••••••[ Shoto x reader x Deku ]••••••••••

You have something on your palms, held tight with your fingers softly for it not to deform. But minutes have passed and you are still looking at what you hold. A thing that you put your heart on every knit, it's soft that you could cuddle if you're scared but you will give it to someone who is brave enough to face death. Now you wonder, shall I give it?

But you know you've spend all day and all nights to sew perfectly every part of it. The furry paws, head, ears and tummy made of cloth similar to a color of hazelnut brown or tree bark. Nose and eyes hand stiched from a blackish ink thread with added designs. Especially the cushion scarlet heart that the thing you made holds. Symbolizes of what you want to express but cannot tell.

"I hope he likes this teddy bear" you whispered to yourself with determination for you are ready of the possible outcomes.

You knocked at it gently but with a powerful sound for him to hear. You waited if he will open it.

You feel your heart beating faster while waiting. What would you say and do? What would he say and do? These questions made you gulp.

At last you heard a door knob ready to open and you saw it moving hinting that its already happening. Now you feel nervous even more but it is now or never.

You sighed and now you feel he's in front of you. Still not looking straight to his eyes afraid of saying different words if you did. So you looked at the floor. While holding the teddy you want to give him all this time.

"Please accept this..." Now you decided to look to him ready to tell the words only he can hear.

".... Deku?" You said out of confusion that made your tone a little pitched. He left a shocked expression for he doesn't know how to respond and you also don't know what to say.

"Oh! T-thanks I-"

"What I meant was accept this and give it to Shoto. Sorry I didn't mean to give the wrong idea. I'm truly sorry" you said and bowed waiting for his response.

I messed up! Your inner voice screamed.

"It's okay I'm just about to say thanks, I will surely give it to him" he said with a friendly tone that eased the regret you felt for the misunderstanding. He gave a smile to tell that there's no problem.

You noticed that smile was different so there's a stab of guilt inside you. Receiving something from someone to you is a different kind of happiness. Who wouldn't be hurt? He's your friend. You're consience whispered that made you even more feel guilty.

He's always there with you in times of crying and laughing. His cheerful and inspiring attitude made you get more close to him. A boy of blackish crow and a dark green grass strand of color in his hair. With it's childish face and dots at his cheeks that is a unique facial feature. Which you made his day bad.

"I'll make something for you--"

"It's okay I mean it. I want to be given from the heart not from guilt..." He cut out what I'm saying where he is a type of guy who would not do that. There was a silence after, that irritated my ear where the guilt before multiplied inside me.

"You want to come in? He's inside training. I just fetched the door, you know him. When it comes to training he doesn't hear anything" he said while laughing. Looks like they're enjoying not until you came. Your guilt's side said

There's a part of you that you want to come in to see Shoto but half of it is that you need to give space for Deku. You know that he has an attitude of always smiling even if he is hurt.

"I'm tired making that so I'll train with you tomorrow"

"Oh! You made this for him..." He mumbled but you heard it since where just face to face. He looked at the teddy bear and gave a slight smile. "He'll like it for sure" he cheerfully said.

"I hope so, I'm going. Good luck training and be sure not to out do yourselves guys!" You exclaimed as you waved good bye to him and he waved back. Then he came in then shut the door.

You started to walk but the feet that usually jumps or runs if you know Shoto is around seems gloomy now. Walking slow paced while thinking of what mistake you have done.

You slapped your forehead out of stupidity for doing stupid things earlier.

You were insensitive but you will make up to Deku tommorow, that cheered yourself.

"Hey! (You're name)"

You turned you're head to confirm if that's Deku's voice. Looks like you should do that now you thought when you recalled that you said to yourself you'll make up to him.

You ran to him for he is already panting, maybe he is exhausted after the training.

"What is it?"

"He..... Said...... He....."

Deku spoke but still catches his breath

"You should drink first before you faint" you advised as you gave him a water bottle from my shoulder bag.

He took it and drunk it fast, just in a second your bottle is already empty and let out a chuckle

"Is this so important that you need to run like a horse. You're almost looked like a horse" you teased him and he laughed while he wiped his sweat on his forehead.

"No time for teasing. I gave it already and he said... I don't want it" he said but lowered a Little his voice for he knows that would affect you badly while lending the teddy to you.

" He doesn't.... Want ... It.." you repeated aloud out of pain. Tears are formed at the edge of your eyes that slowly falled on you cheek.

"I'm really not good at sewing, I understand him. Thanks for telling" you said and gave a bitter smile trying to cover the ache.

You were waiting for his response, a gesture or anything that could cheer me up but he did nothing. Is he still the Deku I used to know? You asked yourself inside you're mind but you just think of ridiculous thinks because you're hurt. Maybe that's what you are experiencing.

He just stood there, watching you cry like a weakling. You started to turn for you to get out of this place, head home, and let it all out under my pillow. But instead of a wide hallway, you bumped on to someone.

You thought it's his fault since, why would you?

The hall is fairly wide and not crowded unable to bump easily to people. It depends if it's blind or pretending to.

You breathed out to release the frustration you felt for things might get worse if your temper hit you and hitted to someone.

"I'm sorry for bumping-" you apologized even if it's not you're fault for things to run smoothly. When you looked who you bumped at, you almost exploded heat if you can. You Don't know if it comes from anger or fluster.

"I should be the one to apologize." He replied then sighed as if he is saying some words he normally doesn't tell or just lazy to tell it. " I don't want it " he said and held the teddy you we're holding and lifted up at the level of our faces. Now our hands are wrapped at the teddy bear.

"I know that already" you sarcastically said and put down your hands for him to get out of your sight. But he gripped tightly that resulted of you not able to let go.

He sighed again that annoyed you a little for not only you are close to his his half whitish snow hair and half flaming red hair, pair of attracting eyes; one blackish grey graphite hue and the other oceanic green pupil, proportionate jawline and fair right tanned skin. But you can also smell the minty air from his breath.

"I don't want it...... I want you..." he sincerely said. A guy who appears emotionless that always prioritize what's practical can say these words out of him.

You were speechless of what would you say and what should you even believe.

"To personally give that to me" he continued that almost made you melt at the floor for expecting other meaning of what he said.

Both of you released at wrapping each other's arms on the teddy bear and then you made a move for you to get home already.

"Oh sure, here" you calmly said still leaving a hint of anger in your tone. You gave him that teddy but the feelings of enthusiasm was not like before.

"Giving gifts personally is a different situation. It allows you to hear and see only you can understand and the receiver can only tell. Let's get back Deku" After telling that he walked beside me and straight back to the training room while hearing two feet's walking away leaving you standing alone.

You looked down and wiped your tears for no one to notice you and categorize as weak. While doing it you saw a heart laying on the floor.

You took it immediately for this heart is familiar, a creator know it's own work.

You concluded that you didn't stiched it nicely that's why the heart cushion of the teddy bear dropped.

But you're jaw also dropped for there's a stiched letters in white color where you can read it clearly.

My heart belongs to you,

as always

- S.T.

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Hope you enjoyed reading it. This is my first time trying to make a one shot focusing on fanfic so I hope I did fine.

Every heart and comment is really appreciated thank you. You can say what you want to say. Don't let others stop you from saying what you want.

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Bloods rivals part 2

"J5 bolted down, going to tackle blood with the element of surprise"

Blood: *jumps spinning dodging J5 attack body slmaming J5 to the ground* Hey dogg wat took u so long? *tilts head smiling*

J5: we like to make an entrance home dogg hahah

Blood: we? *looks around*

DJ: *appears from a time rift spin kicking blood to the right*

J5: *jumps up* fashionable late as always?

Blood: *spits white blood out getting up* ur getting good, DJ, my daughter, glass taught u well with time magic

DJ: i learn fast blood

Glass: *walks thru a time rife from the sky reappearing choke slamming DJ to the ground* i haven't taught u everything boy

"J5 was shocked he didn't even see that coming he looked from the corner of his eye, and she was gone"

Glass: boo!!!!!

J5: dahhhhh......sorry......glass......

Glass: it's fine. *appears by her dad* dad, can i fight my apprentice?

Blood: If it's ok with him, hey, DJ wanna fight my daughter?!

DJ: *jumps up stretching* sure im game

J5: Good idea, DJ *starts stretching, getting blasted by blood rolling backward*

Blood: Never lose focus *flips kicks DJ forward to glass*

DJ: *gets up stubbling* Wow, out of nowhere?.....

J5: *goes saiyan vanishing*

"Blood and J5 started a speed battle quickly they dodged each other hits while taking hits"

Glass: i hope ur ready DJ just don't hold back because im a gir *gets blasted to the ground*

DJ: u ok?

Glass: u-u hit me?.....b-but im a girl!.......

DJ: *feels bad* Oh, uh, sorry....... *feels a very sharp pain down below between his legs drops like a wet noodle holding his junk* agh!!!!!!.........

Glass: u fell for that one, DJ why tho??

DJ: Ugh.......been awhile since we fought glass.........ugh b-but wat happened to ur skin? *gets up slowly* ugh......

Glass: heheh, wouldn't u like to know

DG: *appears by glass* momma, can i go to hell and see uncle surprise?

Glass: Be safe sugar ok?

DJ: Momma? *looks at glass* ur a mom now?

Glass: Where r my manners DJ? This is my daughter death glass DG for short or GD

DG: Wait ur DJ, the timelord. My moms apprentice?! *was shocked DJ was so cute and handsome* My mom told stories about u

DJ: ? Story's? *looks at glass*

Glass: *winks at him*

DJ: oh right story's yeah she taught me how to harness my inner time magic

DG: "her eyes sparkled in amazement." Wow, so cool!!!!!

Glass: sweetie? Hell? Ur uncle? Remember?

DG: Oh shit! I almost forgot bye mom bye cutie *disappears in a time rift to hell*

DJ: So hell and surprise Jr?

Glass: Yeah, she always goes to hell to visit my uncle's daughter, leyas haunt pie

DJ: It feels like centuries since I and J5 seen surprise. How is he?

Glass: still the devil vessel and the ruler of hell *blasts DJ to the ground* enough talk fight me pussy!!!!!!!

DJ: *trips glass spins blasting glass to the ground* huh where she.....

Glass: *soaks DJ with one of her ribs* Aww, did DJ fall down *laughs*

DJ: Right then, *scissors kicked glass, throwing her in the air, launching himself at glass*

J5: *blocks bloods punch throwing him at DJ* uh.....oops....... *looks at glass, but she was gone* uh shit...... *looks around*

Glass: *Upper cuts J5 in his gut power, slamming him to the ground*

"DJ got up pushing blood off him"

DJ: Ugh, i think u broke some of my ribs blood?......

Blood: Yeah? Well, i think u broke my neck. *spins his head around how beetlejuice did* nope nevermind *grabs DJ blasting him in his face, breaking his nose and launching him at J5*

J5: *gets out the crater he had falling right back in the crater* ugh wat hit me

DJ: That was me......ugh....

Glass: u give up, DJ?

DJ: Oh hell, no. *jumps up, tackling glass to the ground and headbutting her, busting open her skull* Hah, how's that for a headbutt?

Glass: pretty good, but how's this? *stabs DJ in his side with one of her ribs kicking him off*

DJ: cheap shot, huh??

Glass: we pies sometimes don't play fair

Blood: *appears behind glass* glasgow nightmare pie no cheating i raised u better

Glass: *shivers in fear gulping* y-yes d-dad......

Blood: Now say sorry, and let's get back to our battle shall we?

Glass: Sorry, DJ

DJ: Don't worry about it, blood. i know Glass is doing this to make my time magic stronger

Blood: ......glass take the decaying spell off of DJ plz?

Glass: *takes the spell off of DJ side where she stabbed him at*

DJ: ? Decaying spell?

Blood: Later, *throws glass at DJ*

J5: *goes super saiyan blasting blood dragging his face across the ground*

"Bloods fake face got badly ripped again, and it was his new fake skin too"

J5: *throws blood in the sky bolting using his saiyan super punch blasting blood head clean off*

"Bloods body started fighting J5 back, but J5 knew if he could defeat boods body, but then bloods body blasted him in jaw crack J5 jaw"

God: *takes control ripping off bloods fake skin*

J5: u-ur holiness.......

God: J5 been awhile, huh?

J5: Yes *goes god saiyan*

God: *claps* But have u mastered the gods' full power?

J5: One way to find out, huh my lord, right?

God: mhm, i won't go easy on u tho hope u know that? *smiles*

J5: i wouldn't have it any other way

God: good *stares down J5*

"God and J5 stared each other down, then they vanished cladding hooves, sending magic burst everywhere they both jump back as god vanished they both cladded hooves again"

God: im impressed. J5, ur in control still, but how long till u lose control? *blasts J5 in his guts winding him*

"J5 went unconscious losing control of the gods"

J5: *wakes up gaining control over his god saiyan power blasting god in her face*

"But something happened J5 DJ glass and blood vanished"

To be continued

Tags for @askdj-timelord2 and J5 from discord

[adalinereadscomics]

The Unbelievable Gwenpool (2016) #0 Part 1

Writer - Christopher Hastings

Penciler and Inker - Danilo Beyruth

Colorist - Tamra Bonvillain

This issue collects the story, Ms. Poole if You're Nasty, from Howard the Duck (2016) #1-3. This story takes place between this volume and the previous volume of Howard the Duck.

Comic and characters all belong to Marvel Comics

Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat, is pining Howard the Duck against the wall by the throat. As he struggles to breath, she tells him that she has come to request his services. She takes her heel off his throat and Howard falls to the ground. He at first refuses, telling her that she is a bad woman, and he doesn't deal with people like her. Felicia then explains to him that he owes her for stealing her necklace. She pulls out and shows him her phone, telling him that she has video footage of the burglary. Howard realizes he has no choice and asks her what does she want?

She recounts the events to Howard, Felicia had been doing some private business, she was making an exchange with a cult. Howard was curious to know what it was this exhange but she was absolutely not telling him. She goes on, saying that she was then suddenly interrupted.

A masked someone clad of pink and white spandex came crashing onto the rooftop on a motorcycle crying out "Hello world!" The motorcycle skid across the rooftop, offering a pen for a gun, proceeding to stab a thug's hand with a pen. The someone then grabs his rifle as he drops it, grinning as she tells him that she knows, it's a bad trade.

She then opened fire on all of them, causing everyone to run in all different directions. She spotted the box they had dropped and dropping the rifle, she scooped up the box and drove her bike off the roof exclaiming "Bye Felicia!" Black Cat watches her drop, wondering who on earth that was. On the bike, the someone wonders outloud to herself how she was going to survive the fall and then dropping onto a truck full of ducks in crates.

After hearing this, Howard is furious, she could've hurt those ducks. He asks Felicia who this person was, but she tells him that she has no idea, some pantless arctic ninja she says. Which is why she wants him to find her. Howard is flattered, but Felicia tells him that he was not her first option. Earlier that day, she was going to meet up with her insider in the NYPD, Detective Bulgari. But somehow, this someone had met him in the park before she did, and shot him up in the open. So Felicia is to assume that this someone knows who she so she can't get her associates involved. She bends over, and tells him that he is absolutely not an associate. Howard shivers and lets out a nervous quack. Felicia stands up straight and heads for the door, telling him to find her and to get back what she stole from her. She warns that he does not want whatever is in that box to be in the hands of an anonymous psycho. As she walks out the door, Howard turns to see the dressed in pink and white and smiling face of Gwenpool, hiding under his desk.

Gwenpool crawls out from under his desk as Howard demands to know what she's doing here. She tells him that it was to keep Black Cat from finding her. Howard asks her why she would hide here? She answers the question with her own, asking him if Black Cat just forced him to look for her. Howard answers that yes she did as he turns to looks out the window. That is when Gwenpool pulls out two pistols and point them at the back of his head.

Howard runs out into the street as Gwenpool chases him, firing her pistols at him. Howard pleads with her as he crawls through an opening in a chain link fence and runs into a warehouse. Gwenpool then jumps over the fence and asks him what the big deal is, he would only disappear from publication. Howard sputters at the idea that she thinks he's a book. Gwenpool follows Howard into the warehouse and starts firing again, explaining him that where she's from, he kind of is. Howard ducks and covers as he cries out loud telling her that she sure is a terrible shot. Gwenpool excuses herself explaining that she hasn't been a superhero for very long. Howard is taken aback that she think she thinks she's behaving like a super hero. Not to mention when she's wearing a costume like that. Gwenpool tells him that she needs this costume.

You see, during the the events of the previous volume of Howard the Duck, Gwenpool went in to a store called Big Ronnie's Custom Battle Spandex after seeing supposed reviews on the window from Spider-Man, Captain Marvel, and even Daredevil. Inside, she meets a disinterested Big Ronnie and asks her for a suit, explaining that she needs a costume because in this universe if you're not in a cape or mask, you're just an extra. She fills out her form with her powers and name, Gwen Poole. Big Ronnie looks at her name and tells her she knows exactly what to do for her look. Taking the excess pink fabric there is, Big Ronnie makes her a costume. Gwen asks her where the pants are but Big Ronnie says that there are no pants with big boots.

Howard then tells her now that Gwen is one of those important people with a mask, she thinks she gets to shoot up anyone who doesn't wear one. Gwenpool tells him those are the rules. Howard then asks what was it that she stole from Black Cat anyway. Gwenpool explains that it was something she read about a while ago, a cult has made a humanity ending virus and Black Cat had arranged to have a surviving sample of it, and that she sold it to Hydra.

Howard stood straight up from the crate he was hiding behind. Outraged, he asks her why she would do that and Gwenpool apologetically told him she needed the money. Howard sputters again, telling her that is evil but Gwenpool dismisses it telling him not to worry, that the Avengers will handle it. That is when Howard dials up the Avengers hot line, an automated message comes on apologizing for the Avengers are currently in space and to call their nearest police department. Howard hangs up as Gwenpool realizes her mistake. Howard tells her that while she may think all of this is fictional, it all very real to him. He won't turn her in to Black Cat, but asks her to leave so he can handle this. He then sighs believing that they are all doomed. Gwenpool comes and kneels down next to him, Howard looks at her as she tells him that there was no reason fixing their problem together couldn't be fun.

CONTINUED ON PART 2

[swallowtailcherry]

Hii ,hi how are you? I Hope you're doing well, i want to warn you about an anon that gas been sexually harressing people on Tumblr and sending nudes of girls and boys, please stay safe.

And i know this Is a really sensibile topic, but....could you please make something for Jack the ripper or Poseidon with a s/o that Is searching comfort from them After getting harressed?

Feel free not to do this,bye stay safe and Remember to take care of yourself

Seeking comfort after being harassed {Jack the Ripper/Poseidon}

Thank you for the warning! Everyone please be safe from those people.

1. I am sorry for this, but I'll do the physical harassment (I know this is a sensitive thing for those who have actually experienced this, so I apologise for possibly bringing back bad memories.)

2. My first time writing about Jack, please be gentle-

3. I'm writing for both of them because I feel like it.

4. Long as frick so get a snack lol

Warning: mentions of murder.

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Jack the Ripper🔪-

One of your friends had dragged you to a bar one night, insisting you needed to get out more. You didn't have any plans that night but you still refused. After some convincing, you agreed to go.

A few minutes in and your friend is already gone, leaving you by yourself at the main counter. You only took a few shots, but stopped yourself after the 4th shot.

Suddenly, some drunk guy sat next to you, resting his rough hand on your shoulder. He tried so many times to get you to talk, but you just ignored him and walked out the bar. You began your lone walk to your home.

Just when you turned a corner, hands began to caress your sides. You thrash in the guy's grip but he just held you tighter. You took out a small pocket knife and stabbed his leg. You took off the moment he let you go, running inside your house and locked it.

You had a hard time sleeping after that.

The next day, you refused to get of bed, let alone the house. This worried some of your friends and tried to ask you why, but you kept quiet, which led them to ask the friend who took you.

"I do not know. They just left without even saying anything." That was all they said. They decided to drop it once they realised their question won't be answered.

The next night, while it was dark, you heard a knock on your bedroom window. To your surprise, it was someone who you grew close to, Jack the Ripper. Your first encounter was when he was injured and you, a kind hearted soul, took him in, unaware of who he was. He originally wanted to kill you but seeing how kind you were, the thought of killing you soon went away.

"Milady, what seems to be troubling you?" He asked, his mixed eyes staring into your soul. Your dropped your head down low, refusing to let him see your tears. You wanted to lie your way out, but Jack would be aware of it.

"I-I was forced to go to a bar and this disgusting man touched me and tried to-"

"What did he look like?" You looked up, seeing the man's face turn to his usual murderous expression, but it seemed more dark.

"W-well, he had black hair and blue eyes and looks a little bigger than you. He also had some facial hair on his jaw." You described the man the best you could. Jack didn't say anything and disappeared into the night.

2 nights later~

Sweeping the floors of your house with a headache wasn't the best idea. After finishing off, you rested yourself on one of your chairs. You felt a piece of paper under your hand and picked it up. It was folded neatly and had beautiful handwriting. You opened it up and read the short letter.

I apologise for leaving you in your time of need, but I had to get rid of the beast who tried to corrupt you.

You felt a presence in your room and turned around, spotting Jack, twirling a knife in his hand. Without a second thought, you jumped up and hugged him. Jack held his arms away from you, not knowing what to do.

"You didn't need to kill him." Your voice muffled by his chest. Silence filled the room after you spoke.

"It was entirely necessary. I refuse to let them take your beautiful colours away."

Tears been to fall out, staining his shirt. Jack lowered his arms, slowly wrapping them around your waist.

He always thought he'd never meet a kind person, until life decided to let him meet you.

Poseidon🔱-

Being married to one of the most fearsome gods has its ups and downs.

One up is that you're the only one who can meet his gaze and live the next day.

One down is that he refuses to let you show affection in public to not ruin his public image in being perfect. (It does upset you, but you understand)

He sees you as his equal, so it isn't much of a surprise when another god stupid enough tries to have his way with you and he is informed.

This god won't leave you alone, even when you declined his invitation to accompany him.

"I told you many times! I do not wish to go with you!" You yelled at the persistent god following you.

It all started when he approached you and started a normal conversation. Then, he started getting a little too touchy with you, brushing his hand against your bare skin, his hands lingering on your shoulders and hovering over your chest for too long. That was enough for you to storm out and head back to your husband, the god you truly love.

"Come on, beautiful! I just want to know you better." The god exclaimed, grabbing your wrist. He pulled you closer to him, smirking victoriously when he saw your frightened face.

"I don't think she feels the same way." A familiar voice chimed in. The god froze in his spot, giving you the chance to wiggle out of his arms and step away from him. You felt relieved to see Heracles, his usual smile not present on his face and replaced with a menacing glare. The god trembled in his shoes and just took off to who knows, too afraid to even try to speak to the towering demigod.

"Fucking coward." You thought, watching the god disappear around a corner. You felt the demigod's hand on your shoulder.

"You should go back to Uncle. I bet he's missing you." Heracles' face changed to a more cheerful one, his smile exposing his pearly whites. You giggled at his sudden change and nodded.

"I should. Thank you for saving me!"

"No problem!"

With that, you took off to see your husband. Before entering, you took the time to stand up straight, take a deep breath and walked in. You faced your husband, slowly making your way to your throne next to his. Sea Blue eyes observed your form, noticing your slightly messy hair and increased speed of your breathing.

He knew these were your signs of discomfort.

"Who is responsible?" His chilling voice filled the silence. You felt exposed upon hearing his question and hesitated on answering. But you gave up.

"Just another god." You finally answered, your hands gripping the armrests nervously. You knew lying to your husband would be impossible.

"Come here." He demanded. You quickly complied, standing in front of him, unsure of his next demand.

"I said, come here." He demanded again, his eyes staring right in your own orbs. You swallow slowly, stepping closer to him. This was strange, he never demanded, let alone asked for anything like this. With hesitation, you wrapped your arms around Poseidon's waist. When he didn't push you away, you lowered yourself down to sit on his lap.

Crying was out of the question if it was for anything else, but after what happened, you couldn't help it.

Your quietly sobbed, tightening the hug. Surprisingly, Poseidon did nothing but sit there, listening to your sobs.

Poseidon will have to wait until he can deal with the living filth that decided to get his dirty hands on his wife...

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Writing the harassing part was really uncomfortable, but I pushed through to complete this :D

[frenchrebelfries]

Fury’s Daughter

AN: Idk wth I just wrote... I just got this idea so yeah... Happy Reading!

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You are the adoptive daughter of Nick Fury, when you were 5 he adopt you when your parents died on a plane crash that was cause by Hydra, your parents and Nick were good friends that’s why he took you in.

You were a smart kid, always analyzing things, Fury told everything to you and never lie. To protect your identity Nick made you a new one as you volunteer to be an agent of Hydra to gain information and was branded by the organization. You did dangerous mission and always getting out alive.

You were then sent back to and joined the Avengers initiative but the avengers were suspicious of you as you came out of nowhere, no files, no nothing but a name and Fury’s trust.

No one knew who you are to protect your identity in recon so the avengers treated you coldly but you didn’t care, you didn’t tell it to your father about the situation you are in because you were train to adapt and you did. You were kind to them and all as you and Natasha got closer… like really close. Out of all Natasha Romanoff is the one you have trusted the most.

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You got out from the elevator after a short report you did to Nick about the information you got for the Winter Soldier when you heard the laughing of the team as they sat in the living room with pizza on the table as they talked and laugh at each other.

The laughter halted when they all noticed you and silence came… you knew you were never welcome her but your father trust them so you really had no choice but to put up with it, sensing their discomfort you just gave them a nod greeting them.

“Good evening Avengers” no one answered as you expected and left and went to your room, you heard a light foot steps following you and a hand holding your wrist and seeing a familiar red head you have fallen with for the past few weeks.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about the boys you know how hard headed they are” she sincerely apologized to you as you gave her a soft smile

“it’s ok Natasha, I know they still don’t fully trust me and I understand why, so it’s cool” you replied to her as she looked at you suspiciously searching your face for any lies but you being good at hiding your emotion she immediately gave up when she didn’t find one.

“So… Movie night?” she asked cheekily at you as your brows furrows

“what about the others?” you asked her as she started pulling you towards her room as she shrugged

“they can take care of themselves, come on!”

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One day when you were alone practicing in the gym at 6 am of the morning you accidentally took off your clothes leaving you in your sports bra forgetting that Steve Rogers is always awake at that time and saw your Hydra mark on your chest and thought of you as an enemy and told the team as they planned to eliminate you on the next mission.

To eliminate the Hydra scum.

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“can I get a hand over here?” you heard Clint said in the coms as you took down the last guy from your floor inside a hydra base that you’ve been recon last week

“I’m coming on your way” you answered running to Clint’s direction knowing the base like the palm of your hands as you shot a Hydra soldier who was sneaking behind him

“Thanks” you nodded at him you continue your pursuit taking down agents as you skillfully glide yourself on the battle field.

The battle had stop when Clint finished the last guy as Steve and Natasha immerge from the control room with a case on hand.

They must have gotten the information

“Mission complete, how’s the perimeter Tony?” Captain said on the coms as you get close to Natasha scanning her for any injuries and sighted in relieve when you found none.

“Perimeter is clear as the sky Steve were ready to go home” you smiled at the thought of home… Fury promised you a dinner with Maria and Coulson when you get back since things have been busy these couple of week and you were really excited about it since it’s going to be your first dinner with them again since you got back from recon.

“time for phase 2 then, Romanoff” you frowned at Steve’s word

Phase 2? You never heard about it when at the briefing

You were still in confusion when Steve called Natasha and you felt a searing pain by your side

You wiped your head to your side seeing a knife… a knife you gifted to Natasha lunge by your side.

You looked at her eyes full of betrayal and so as Clint and Steve who was in there with you.

“Phase 2 complete, were leaving, now die you Hydra scum” Steve said voice full of spite hearing a ‘good job’ from Tony and a ‘let’s go’ from Clint as you fall down on your knees looking at their retreating figure leaving you.

The last one you saw was the red headed assassin taking one last look at you as they close the door as your whole body fall down on the cold ground.

You shakily grabbed your phone dialing your father’s number as he answered rather cheerful

“Y/N why are you calling me? Is your mission done?” you heard your dad’s voice making you tear up a bit

“D-dad…”

“get your ass here kid Maria and Coulson just arrived here and im about to finish cooking these turkey”

“c-can I have a rain check on the dinner dad… I kinda messed up…” your voice was now shaking and you are feeling colder than usual the blade may have a poison as you felt a burn and getting light headed faster than normal.

Fury must have sense that there is something wrong by the way your voice sounded

“Y/N what happened? Are you ok?” you can hear his voice full of worry as you heard Maria and Coulson from the background asking what’s wrong.

“I-I think I was the p-phase 2 of S-Steve’s plan dad… it’s really g-getting cold here ya know” blood tricked on the ground from your wound

Your vision darken as flashes of memories filled your eyes.

You can hear the shuffles from the other line saying they are tracking my call and will be sending medical help

“I’m s-scared d-dad… I still d-don’t wanna go” you cried,

“Help is on the way Y/N keep holding on I’m here for you kid” you can hear the shakiness of your father’s voice, you kept trying to keep your eyes open and now seeing dark spots forming.

“T-thanks for everything dad… tell Maria and Coulson I love them…” your voice was barely audible hearing their cried for you to wake up.

“Keep your eyes open for me kid… please”

“I-I think a need a nap… l-love you dad” and you were gone.

They kept calling for you but you never answered back.

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Fury along with Maria and Coulson with a medical team arrived at the base eyes redden because of crying as they found you on the cold ground with your phone by your side and a stab.

Fury cradle you like a baby as the medic announced your death with Maria and Coulson crying by the side.

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“Did you check the monitors?” Fury’s cold voice echoed in a quinjet as your cold body layed beside him with your head on his lap stroking the hair that is covering your face.

“you’re not gonna like it boss…” Maria said with blood shot eyes as she played the video of Steve ordering the Phase 2 and Natasha Romanoff stabbing you as they left you.

“call them up at SHIELD… they would pay for what they did to her” Nick ordered as Coulson took his phone out to call them.

Nick glanced at you as he swiped some blood by your mouth hugging your corpse closer to him.

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They avenger’s arrived at SHIELD seeing Fury holding Y/N’s hand as she lay dead on the table with Maria and Coulson by the back holding back their anger.

“what is this Fury?” Steve stepped out in confusion to why they got the body of Y/N

“What is the phase 2 Captain” Nick’s voice was colder than usual

“… to eliminate the Hydra-“ Steve answered as the other’s stayed silent

“and who is the Hydra?”

 “Y/n…”

 Then there’s silence, the team were uncomfortable with the silence but Steve was getting impatient with all of it.

“Look I don’t know what is your point here but you should thank us for killing the mole here Fury”

Fury looked at them as Coulson held Maria who was about to attack Steve as Fury spoke…

   “I see no dead mole here Rogers… all I see is my dead daughter”

  The team’s eyes widen as they froze from there spot

“W-what?” Bruce asked

“Y/N Fury... is my daughter who you called a Hydra scum”

“B-but she had the brand-“

“She had the brand because she was undercover inside Hydra that gave her the mark to extract information for your missions that is saving billions!” Fury angrily shouted making them all flinch.

All of it dawned to them as Natasha fall into her knees realizing she killed a hero… she killed her friend who trusted her… she killed the person who loved her…

“I pulled her out of the recon to keep her safe knowing her all her covers were blown, I put her into your team so she can be protected thinking after all those years of being away we can have a normal dinner like she wanted for years, I trusted my daughter in your hand yet you are the one who killed her…”

Fury stood up tears streaming down on his face

“Avenger Initiative’s termination is effective immediately, all of you would be put in maximum security prison for killing Y/N Fury” Agents entered taking their weapons and cuffing them

 “Nick… I’m sorry” Steve’s voice filled with regret rang out as Fury looked at him coldly throwing a file on the ground in front of him as the content spilled revealing pictures of the Winter Soldier.

 “Y/N wanted to give you this information from the last recon she was put in to, James “Bucky” Barnes is alive and now known as the Winter Soldier who is working for Hydra and has killed thousands”

Steve’s face was full of shock knowing his best friend Bucky is alive…

“Nick-“

“I’m sorry to cap…” Fury cut him off and coldly apologies to Steve who is now confuse to why as everyone in the room looked at them in silence.

 “you took someone dear away from me… and now I’m taking yours, Good Bye Avengers and thank you for your service” before Steve and others could react they were all tranquilized knocking them out cold and only waking up in a glass cell with Ross smirking at them as they sat there in silence thinking the things that they have done for you.

“welcome to your new life Avengers…in prison!” and a loud laugh erupted from Ross as he walked out as ex-heroes gazes followed his exit.

[i-am-a-hog]

On Healing Festering Wounds

Post Canon one-shot where they run into each other bc of course they do.

1.2k words

Read on AO3

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Ed’s beard is growing and he is dying it. Izzy tells him it looks good but Ed doesn’t love it. He continues to do it anyway - his face feels weird without the beard, and not dying his beard... just wouldn’t feel right. For unspecified reasons. Whatever.

And as surely as Ed’s beard grows, so does the ache inside his chest. It started as a sharp pain when Stede left, like a stab wound that was reopened every time he thought about the man, but now, a month later, it feels infected, like it's festering and feverish and killing Ed slowly from the inside. All he can do to lessen the pain is drink. The alcohol washes away the melancholy and brings out the rage. His anger is justified, for fuck's sake! Ed doesn't understand why it's not there when he's sober.

They plunder a ship. It goes alright. Ed orders the ship to make a stop at the Republic of Pirates. A bad idea - he knows that, but they need to sell their loot, and anyway, Ed doesn't need to justify his decisions - he's the captain.

His legs feel unsteady when he steps on shore. His legs feel unsteady a lot these days. There’s an ache that he drowns in alcohol and the alcohol in turn makes his legs lighter. A small mercy, but disconcerting when he has to adapt to solid land. He does alright, he thinks.

He avoids stumbling drunkards and mysteriously no one bothers him. Maybe it’s the makeup - if so, it is doing its job, because the last thing Ed wants is to talk.

There’s a secret beach that Ed has told Stede about. Now he wishes he hadn’t, because even at this safe place, he isn’t safe from Stede. He goes there nonetheless.

Strips off his clothes and takes a dip in the sea.

His mind is fuzzy and numb - Ed didn’t bring a drink, but his habits are such that his inebriation never really lets up anymore.

Pants back on, Boots back on. Hair drying in the sun, the rays warm on his chest. He thinks about Stede (when doesn’t he?) and hears his voice.

“Ed?”

Ed brings the heels of his hands to his temples, tries to rub away whatever insanity gripped a hold of him.

“Ed?”

It doesn’t work. The voice is more insistent now. And then there are footsteps behind him and Ed is lunging for his knife but he misses by an inch, warm sand running through his fingers as he looks up.

“Hi,” Stede says, and Ed’s resolve lasts all of two seconds before he feels tears shoot into his eyes.

“You left,” he says inelegantly. His voice is hoarse; he’s been shouting and drinking and crying for a month. “You left me.”

Stede looks good. Of course Stede looks good. Stede always looks good. Ed thought he looked good when he first met him - stabbed and hanged; more dead than alive. And now, Stede is definitely alive and Ed wants to stab him to change that.

But then, Stede’s smile vanishes and his eyes meet Ed’s and Blackbeard - the resurrected puppet he has embodied these past weeks - shrinks back into his grave. “I am truly sorry, Edward.”

Stede is on his knees next to Ed within a second, his hands are fidgeting, carefully not touching Ed, even though that’s what he needs. Doesn’t Stede know?

Ed lunges forward then, unthinking, acting on his first impulse, throwing his arms around Stede’s shoulders, burying his face against the base of his neck and starts sobbing. Stede’s arms wrap around him, his hands settle on his back, but otherwise he doesn’t move.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, and Ed pulls back to look at him because it sounds like he is crying as well. “I couldn’t. I don’t know...” Stede’s words drift off and the festering ache in Ed’s chest reaches out its rotten tendrils, gripping his bruised and battered heart in a painful clutch. That’s when the thoughts start - never a good sign.

Is this Stede’s way of saying good-bye? After he already abandoned Ed? One last twist of the dagger, or even an attempt at cleaning the festering wound?

Ed’s head is buzzing with questions, as he clings on to Stede like a lone rock at sea. He tries to speak but not a sound leaves his lips. He doesn’t know how he can ask a question whose answer will destroy him. He knows that if he hears Stede say the words, he might never get up from this beach again. His legs will stop working, harmed by grief more than all the alcohol in the world ever could.

“No,” he grits out between clenched teeth. Before he will let Stede do this to him, he would rather hack off his legs himself. Stede has no right... no right -

There are tears on Stede’s cheeks and his brows are knit tight in a worried frown. But his eyes shine out at Ed and the festering thing inside Ed rears its ugly head against the light.

"No?” Stede repeats softly, one of his hands settles on Ed’s shoulder, the other wanders down his back, coming to a rest on Ed’s hip.

This makes the panicked buzzing in his head stop. This was not how breakups were supposed to go. Stede wasn’t supposed to come back at all.

“Why are you here?” he finally asks.

Stede’s confusion etches deep lines into his forehead. It would be endearing if it wasn’t infuriating. Like so often in the last month, Ed’s sorrow and pain morph into anger.

“Have you come here just to make a point? To make sure I’m suffering? What is it you want now?”

As soon as the words register with Stede, he pulls back, scrambles away from Ed. He is sitting on the sunny beach and if the situation was any different, Ed would soak up this moment and treasure it because Stede belongs on beaches, with a drink in his hand preferably, and a wide-brimmed hat on his head. But the thought hurts, because the reality is drastically different. This Stede, the real Stede is only here to bring Ed pain.

“I love you,” says Stede and Ed huffs out a sob, or a laugh, he’s not quite sure.

“Yeah right,” is all Ed manages.

“I came to stay. I never meant to leave, I just... something happened. Got under my skin. I’m sorry I left.”

He keeps saying he’s sorry. Ed is starting to believe it, despite himself, because Stede doesn’t lie about things like this. Stede is good.

Too good for him.

Why is he back?

Stede’s fingers knock against the back of Ed’s hand. He involuntarily jerks away.

“Can I stay?” Stede asks, his voice small and his words sincere.

Ed slumps in on himself. He knows he can’t deny Stede anything. The ache inside him is treacherously calm. Ed nods.

When Stede’s fingers find Ed’s again, minutes later, a tear escapes his eyes and he lets it roll down his cheek. He rests his head against Stede’s shoulder and feels a kiss pressed to the crown of his head.

The ache inside him is being suffocated now, the wound is burned out. Now, it can start to heal.

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

Moments that highlight Merlin and Gwaine’s dynamic:

3x04: Gwaine's first words directly to Merlin are "pass the jug" which Merlin does and he just stares as Gwaine drinks from it and punches a guy in the face with no problem.

3x04: Gwaine flirting asking Merlin for his name and introducing himself to Merlin in the middle of a bar fight (that he threw the first punch of because he saw Arthur and Merlin had gotten themselves into a predicament). Merlin is completely baffled by this man that bashed someone over the head with a pitcher of alcohol, commented on the waste of alcohol, and threw himself back into the thick of the fight with a flip of his hair

3x04: Merlin has no idea how to react to Gwaine and his attitude towards nobles or his reason for helping them in the tavern being due to their slim odds of winning

3x04: Merlin’s stunned exasperation at Gwaine’s bar tab

3x04: Drunk Gwaine telling Merlin as he helps him up the stairs to his bed, "You're the best friend I've ever had" and Merlin replying "you seem to have quite a few" and laughing at Gwaine’s drunken laughter. They then exchange bits of their tragic backstories. Gwaines laughter at hitting his head against the wall sets Merlin off again, laughing at Gwaine’s antics.

3x04: the conversation about fathers while cleaning the boots. If I'm not mistaken, Gwaine is the only person, Gaius aside, that Merlin ever talked to about Balinor after having briefly met him.

3x04: Gwaine getting concerned when Merlin doesn't come back quickly and going to find him. Gwaine asking Merlin if he's okay and upon getting a "no" from Merlin, readily fighting the two "knights" to protect Merlin

3x04: Merlin apologizing for Gwaine getting banished and when Gwaine brushes it off and says "People get sick of me too quickly" Merlin quickly replies "I didn't" and Gwaine seems surprised by this: "After the trouble I caused?" And he laughs at Merlins response "you livened the place up." Gwaine gives Merlin a pat on the shoulder and a smile/nod in farewell.

3x04: Merlin grinning as he recognizes Gwaine’s disarming maneuver on one if the thug knights.

3x04: Merlin expressing concern at Gwaine saying he might go to Mercia. Merlin proceeds to try to convince Gwaine to stay. Like the first time in the episode Gwaine says good bye, Gwaine claps Merlin on the shoulder and gives him a nod and a smile. It also looks like he winks at Merlin as well this time.

3x08: Merlin grinning when he greets Gwaine when he finds him in a bar brawl. Gwaine looks and sounds delighted to see Merlin, grinning back. Ignores the fight to greet Merlin, the shot changing to show Gwaine with his arm around Merlin shoulders

3x08:The whole escape scene is amazing, the music adding to the hilarity. Gwaine, like any good friend, shrugging and pushing Merlin off the wall into the hay bellow

3x08: Them laughing over Merlin searching every tavern in Angard for Gwaine and Gwaine replying he'd be in all of them

3x08: Campfire scene in the Perilous lands. Merlin asks Gwaine why he wants to help and Gwaine responds "Same reason as you. To help a friend," and when Merlin says "Arthur is lucky to have us" Gwaine replies "Not Arthur," while looking at merlin with this look on his face and giving Merlin a tiny smile. Merlin responds "I'd do the same for you," "I'd hope so. You're the only friend I've got." Merlin raises his eyebrows at that "I'm not surprised" and they both laugh

3x08: Gwaine pushing Merlin into the room out of the way of the descending stone wall

3x08: Gwaine pulling Merlin into a hug when they find Merlin unharmed in the room. Its a very bro-y hug with back slaps

3x08: Merlin smiles at Gwaine and thanks him for his help as they part ways at the border.

3x12: Gwaine started moving towards Merlin and Arthur after he heard Merlin’s voice, meaning he recognized it. Merlin is delighted to see Gwaine, grinning widely. Gwaine calls Merlin "old friend" and puts his hands on Merlin's shoulders

3x12: Merlin telling Gwaine what their quest is and Arthur getting annoyed because it was a secret and Merlins response is "Its Gwaine!"

3x12: The fire wood bit where Gwaine messes with Merlin and Merlin doesn't realize it. "Merlin, don't you know when someone's joking with you?" Merlin laughs. Gwaine then makes a quip about his reputation and winks at Merlin

3x13: Gwaine asks Merlin if he's alright, comments that it looked like Merlin had seen a ghost

4x01: when Merlin spots Gwaine and Percival chicken fishing from the grate, Gwaine puts a finger to his lips with a grin. Merlin is amused by their antics

4x02: Gwaine gives Merlin a hug when he rejoins them before the Isle of the Blessed

4x04: Gwaine compliments Merlin on the stew and thanks him while putting a hand on Merlin’s shoulder

4x04: the poisoned stew scene, Gwaine obnoxiously eats over Merlin shoulder and pats Merlin on the shoulder while Merlin is probably plotting his revenge against all 5 of them

4x06: Gwaine goes with Arthur to find Merlin and he talks up Merlin to Arthur. Can be inferred that Gwaine is indirectly telling Arthur to praise Merlin more. Gwaine can be seen grinning in the background when he and Arthur find Merlin

4x06: Gwaine calls Merlin "bog man" and looks hurt when Merlin refuses to let him snag any of the food and snaps at him.

4x06: Old man Merlin antagonizing Gwaine, alluding to his nobility without actually saying it. Merlin’s motivations behind this taunt are unclear

4x07: Gwaine is waiting for Merlin in Gaius’s chambers to check on him. Merlin is not happy to see him and is at first rather snappy. Gwaine seems a bit hurt by Merlin's dismissal, but he still lets Merlin know he's there to help him. Gwaine goes with Merlin to find Gaius

4x07 deleted scene: Gwaine and Merlin stop to eat around a fire. Gwaine assures Merlin that they will find Gaius and Merlin thanks him for the help. Merlin promises to return the favor one day and Gwaine makes a joke about Merlin maybe regretting that considering all the trouble he gets into. They laugh and then have a short heart to heart about fathers. (This scene can be found on YouTube under Merlin "4x07 deleted scenes")

4x07: when Gwaine is knocked to the ground by his opponent, Merlin used magic to knock him off his feet and he ended up landing on Gwaine. Gwaine is staring up at Merlin with wide eyes. Merlin helps Gwaine to his feet

4x07: Gwaine looks very displeased when Merlin tells Gwaine not to wait for him if he finds Gaius. Gwaine ends up trying to go looking for Merlin anyways but is talked out of it by Agravaine (btw Gwaine looks like he wants so badly to stab Agravaine in that scene on multiple occasions and I think its a shame that he didn't)

4x08: The fishing pole interaction in the night. The light banter

4x08: if you watch Gwaine in the background of the scene where Leon goes off on Merlin and calls him "nothing but a servant" you can see Gwaine looking livid and a muscle jumps in his jaw. The next scene when he shoves into Leon he asks Leon "why don’t you mind your damn tongue?" Which doesn't connect to Leon telling Gwaine to mind where he's going. It does however connect to Leon yelling at Merlin.

4x10: Gwaine scaring Merlin in the shrine by suddenly grabbing his shoulder and whispering "boo"

4x10: Gwaine giving Merlin a pouch of salt as protection against spirits and telling him if it didn't work, gaius could use it as seasoning. Merlin isn't amused by that

4x12: Gwaine pulls Merlin back and tells him they had no time to argue, Merlin needed to go.

5x02: Merlin smiles when he sees Gwaine alive

5x04: Gwaine is concerned for Merlin when he’s found unconscious, helping Percival lay him down and sitting by Merlin's head with his hands on Merlin's shoulders. He expresses concern to Gaius when Merlin takes too long to wake up

5x04: Gwaine is delighted to see Merlin awake and definitely goes in for a hug which Merlin derails by putting his hands on Gwaine’s shoulders and moving away before Gwaine can hug him. In the background Gwaine does a little smirk and head shake and Merlin back to his normal self

5x04: Before Merlin goes off to find Arthur, Gwaine stops him with a hand on his shoulder, wishing him luck

5x07: Merlin’s conversation with Gwaine about his suspicion that Arthur was not safe in Camelot. Gwaine promises Merlin that he will stick close to Arthur to protect him. He gives merlin his word.

5x07: connecting to the point above: Gwaine goes to check on Gwen when they lost the "intruder" if you really over analyze this scene and the scene in the courtyard, you could come to the conclusion that Gwaine is aware Merlin is in the room. His eyes keep darting to the corner where Merlin is and in fact its Gwaine looking in that direction that tips Gaius off to Merlin in that corner. When the previous point is taken into account, it is doubtful that Gwaine would have left Arthur unless he had reason to believe he was in more danger if he stayed than if he went with Gwen. But this is conjecture on my part and just what I took away from these scenes.

5x07: Gwaine smiles kindly at Merlin when he’s let out of the cells

5x11: Gwaine chuckling and commenting that Merlin had caught something on the hunting trip too (a cold)

5x11: Gwaine asking Merlin what was wrong after he and Leon encounter Mordred threatening Merlin in the hallway. Gwaine looks slightly concerned, especially after Merlin brushes it off and claims it was nothing.

5x12: Gwaine’s confidence in Merlins healing ability: "don't worry, Merlin knows what he’s doing"

5x12: Gwaine going with "my friend Merlin" to the crystal caves. That Merlin chose Gwaine speaks to his trust in him, and that he agreed readily speaks to Gwaine’s friendship to Merlin

5x12: Gwaine thanking Merlin for helping Eria, Merlin implying that Gwaine likes her, light teasing

5x12: Merlin lying defenseless on the ground and screaming for Gwaine, sounding absolutely petrified. Gwaine was already moving to Merlin before he yelled, as he noticed when Merlin went down. Gwaine asks him if he's okay and holds a hand out to help Merlin to his feet. Merlin thanks him and Gwaine replies, while clapping a hand on Merlin’s shoulder "No need to thank me Merlin. It was the least I could do."

5x12: Gwaine is taken aback when Merlin tells him that he will go the rest of the way on his own. Gwaine is concerned for Merlin’s safety. When Gwaine asks what Merlin is looking for, Merlin has a conflicted look on his face before he ultimately replies "I can't tell you that Gwaine. You'll just have to trust me" and Gwaine obviously does, as he does not push or protest and he gives a tiny nod of understanding.

5x12: Gwaine tells Merlin "Look after yourself Merlin" and gives Merlin his sword, making a joke about Merlin knowing how to use the sharp end that makes them both chuckle. When the shot shows Gwaine again, his eyes are filling with tears. They firmly grasp each other's arm in farewell

5x12: Gwaine tells Merlin "I hope you find what you're looking for" to which Merlin grins broadly at Gwaine and Gwaine smiles back, though it quickly fades as the tears in his eyes get more prominent and he actively looks like he's trying not to cry. Gwaine looks like he doesn't expect to see Merlin again. And he's right. "I hope you find what you're looking for" are Gwaine’s last words to Merlin.

Also: for the fucking record, the music playing in their final scene makes it so much more heart breaking. It starts off quieter and slow and at the end, at their goodbye, it swells and just has a feeling of finality to it without there being a proper ending.

[the-moon-and-stars]

Ayooo~ I'mma request two characters you can do either or whatever u want buttt may I get:

1. Hanako x reader where Hanako is like fighting a supernatural along with the reader but then supernatural like traded places with the reader and he ends up stabbing them. Not like a small cut like straight up stabby stabbed through the stomach. Whether or not they die ur choice ;)

And 2. A Sakura x reader in which the reader is super overwhelmed from everything and Sakura just... they did like a self care day only Sakura took care of the reader for the rest of the day.

Thank youuu :DDD (I love ur blog I've seen like 3 seconds of it and I love it already)

Oh my god- My biggest request yet! Thank you so so much!! And don't worry, I'll do both just for you Anon-San! And uhm.. if you don't mind, I made the supernatural - (for the first request!) - a supernatural that has the power of illusions and.. that ties into the idea you had. If you don't like it I'll be happy enough to re-do it! I kinda gave it a happy end eheheh- Enjoy!! Warnings: Blood, Tears, Sadness, A N G S T - a n d f l u f f -

Hanako ran to you, picking you up bridal style, his grip on your body tightened - making sure you don't get hit by the weapons being thrown your way. You blushed at the sudden contact but quickly regained focus. You said you would help Hanako, not daydream. Your job was to stay safe and help defeat the supernatural to the best of your abilities. That shouldn't be so hard.

Hanako ran behind this dark object that seemed like it was floating. But was it? Who knows, this supernatural is basically made of illusions. None of which Hanako has seen before. He knew he had to be careful, for all he knew those weapons being thrown at them could have been fake. But he wasn't willing to take chances.

"Hanako- I have an idea on how to defeat him!" You whispered-yelled at him, causing the boy to look away from the outside and towards his lover. "How so?"

Your eyes furrowed as you pondered on if the plan would actually work or not. It's worth a shot.. but... "Just follow my lead," You said with a determined nod, getting up and running from their hopefully real base.

"WAIT- Y/N- DON'T-" Hanako yelled, getting up. Soon, the base they had faded away. "What even is real anymore.." Hanako mumbled to himself. He ran, looking for the supernatural and quickly taking out his knife. His eyes looking in every corner for you or the supernatural.

He noticed a figure in the corner of his eye, the curves, hair, eyes. It was Y/n! Hanako noticed something behind her, the supernatural.

Hanako ran to her, screaming. "Y/N!! LOOK OUT!!" He yelled, gripping his knife tighter, getting ready to call his haku-joudai out. Once he got close enough, he was ready to attack. But suddenly, blue fog appeared and..

"..."

Hanako looked down, seeing his lover, y/n, looking at him wide-eyed. Blood dripped down the side of her mouth, the sharp kitchen knife made for another went straight through her. Hanako felt his hand shaking, his mind went blank at the scene in front of him.

His amber eyes widening as they grew glossy, giving them a little shine. His lover collapsed in his arms, the wound in her stomach just covering her shirt in red. "Y-Y/N!!" He pulled her close to him, her heaving breathing just going against his neck as her eyes slowly lost the light in them.

"Hanako.."

"Shh, it'll be okay, love..."

Small tears came out of the boy's eyes, everything happening now was so appalling to him. He couldn't take in everything at once. One minute she was well and alive, and the next.. she's on the verge of death.

Her blood spilled out more and more, a deep red covering Hanako's clothes and hands. He closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair, gripping y/n some more.

"Bye, bye number seven~!" A voice called out.

Hanako accepted his faith, not bothering to fight back anymore. His choppy brown hair only covering his eyes as he accepted what he deserved. Death.

"HANAKO-KUN!!"

A voice called out, a familiar one at that. Hanako couldn't focus on the voice, his mind just fogging up more and more.

A splash of some kind of liquid could be heard, splashing all over the supernatural. It began screaming in agony as he and his illusions faded away. Hanako noticed his hands getting lighter, he opened his eyes. He saw "y/n" fading away in front of him, the blood going with it. The feeling of realization hit him.

"I.."

Footsteps grew closer to him, and then came a smiling y/n with her hand out to him. Hanako looked up, his eyes only blurring up again. There she was, her h/l h/c hair and her big e/c eyes. "Hey, Hanak- WOAH-"

Hanako pulled you down, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Y/n..." His voice was shaky and muffled as he buried his face in your neck, finding comfort in your smell.

You couldn't help but giggle as you hugged him back. His hat falling off in the process. "I got the liquid thing from Mr. Tsuchigomori from outside the boundary." You chuckled, but Hanako's grip on you only grew tighter. "Hanako..? Did I miss something..?" You asked, pulling away from the boy and giving him a concerned look.

He only smiled and shook his head, giving you a kiss on the forehead before grabbing his hat and putting it back on.

"Nope, not at all."

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He was so SCARED

He really thought he lost you..

He didn't once think about how fake this all could be

Hanako knew you had a short amount of time to live, but him causing it? Nope.

It broke him seeing you in that state, fake or not.

He's just so happy to have you in his arms again.

Next time be more specific with him oh my god-

He's gonna be much more clinger for the next few weeks.

Kou and Yashiro are gonna be much much confused, along with you <3

Give him some kisses and hugs, he'll be just fine

Warnings: anxiety attack </3 just some angst andd FLUFFFFF!! Also, anyone is ever overwhelmed by anything and everything, and you just want someone to listen.. I'm here for you! Always <3 Enjoy!!

Sakura couldn't help but glance at you repeatedly, she noticed how fidgety you were today. The silence, even Tsukasa noticed and asked you what was wrong. But all you did was just push him away and say things were fine.

Sakura knew better than that however, though she may seem like she's always reading... she's actually observing everything. Sakura looked at you again and noticed your hands on your lap shaking. "Y/n. Are you oka-"

"I-I'm sorry I have to go-" You stammered out, quickly leaving as tears started to fill your vision, the door slamming shut behind you.

Leaving behind a shocked Natsuhiko, a confused Tsukasa, and a worried Sakura.

Sakura let out a low sigh and closed her book. "I'll be right back.." She mumbled, walking towards the door before turning around. "Natsuhiko, make sure Tsukasa doesn't do anything."

"Of course M'lady!!" He said proudly and fixing his posture. "Anything for you~" He turned around but noticed Tsukasa was nowhere to be seen. "Wait- WHERE'S THE SHRIMP-"

Sakura shook her head and left out the door, walking through the empty hallways. Not many kids were here at this time, only those who stay for afterschool activities.

After a few minutes of walking around, she heard quiet sobs near the staircase. She walked a bit faster to the noise, worried beginning to sink in. She reached the staircase and saw you sitting up, your knees close to your chest with your arms wrapped around them, holding them even closer. The grip on them caused red lines on your arms.

"Y/n.."

Her calming voice made you look up, more tears began streaming down your face, feeling embarrassed at the mess she's witnessing. It made your breathing hitch, soon enough you began hyperventilating. Sakura slowly walked closer to you and knelt down, a frown appearing on her face. "Y/n.. take deep breaths for me, okay?"

You looked at her, having her see you like this only made you want to cry more. "I-I can't- i-it- I-I-"

Sakura gently removed your arms away from your legs, having you stretch them out a bit. She rubbed soothing circles on the palms of your hands. "Breathe in..." She inhales, hoping you would follow. You look at her and nod, breathing in with her. "Breathe out.."

She did breathing exercises with you, calming you down. You always felt comfortable around Sakura, you never knew why, her energy is just something that couldn't be replaced.

She looked you in the eyes, her green eyes mixing in with yours. You couldn't help but feel somewhat calmer.

She gave a small smile, a smile that was able to make you feel warm inside. Though, her face quickly turned serious, almost worried. "Y/n, it's fine if you don't want to talk about what's going on.." She gently squeezed your hands. "But I'm here for you. And I always will be. How about I take you somewhere? Anywhere is fine."

You smiled and gently pulled your hands away from hers, wiping the remainder of your tears. "Can we have some cupcakes..?" You asked, earning a chuckle from the green-haired girl. "Anything you want"

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You both sat down in the broadcasting room, Natsuhiko was still busy trying to find Tsukasa, and Mistuba was sleeping in his boundary. Which left the two of you alone.

"Cupcake?" Sakura asked, pushing a plate towards you.

You grinned, happily taking the plate of cupcakes with all different kinds of frosting and sprinkles on them. Sakura couldn't help but let out a chuckle at your enthusiasm.

"Hey, Sakura.." You looked down feeling nervous, you began tugging at your uniform.

"Hm?"

"Thank you"

Sakura nodded, smiling.

"Of course"

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We all know Sakura is very smart

She'll notice something's wrong right away

The problem is, she just needs to find a way to approach you about it

She hasn't always been good with emotions so she'll try her best

She never wants to see you cry, but if that helps get the emotions out then she's all for it

She'll comfort you, hug you, love you, she'll even try to distract you

She would even tell Tsukasa to back off if he's making you feel overwhelmed by the chaos

He can be- too much at times

You can trust Sakura with your emotions, but even if you aren't ready to say anything, she'll wait

[yandere-mha-blog]

A funny story with no direction :)

Part 6: Dabi and Hawks first fight 

Kent knew that Dabi was going to live to regret his choices picking a fight with Keigo Takami, or hawks as he knew him, wasn't a good idea, most people when they saw him, didn't think he would be a fighter, but Keigo was a man of many secrets, one of those being his secret weapon.

Dabi swung at Keigo was easily dodged it then placed a swift punch to his gut, Dabi didn't see that one's coming, as hawks kicked his feet out from under him and on the ground, Keigo then placed two fingers in his jacket sleeve and switched out a knife and placed it under Dabi chin.

“So you are Dabi right.” Keigo asked “For someone who talks a lot you sure can't hold up in a fight that well, you got what, one missed punch in, and I took you down in like six seconds.

Yup Kent knew the other reason why they called him hawks, he was l also very swift and agile when it came to street fights, Keigo looked over to Kent who was trying to hide his face

“Oh hey i know you, you are Kenny, or well Kent as you like to be called.” Keigo said “roll the window down.” Kent did as he was told not wanting to be on the sharp end of Keigo's knife.

“Can you do me a favor and take this one home.” He said

“Uhhh sure, Dabi lets go, you lost.” he said, getting out and getting his friend who dragged him into one two many situations that could easily be avoided. 

“Bye Dabi, I bet your ass is jealous of the amount of shit your mouth produces huh.” Keigo said waving him off

“You are so dead next time I see you.” Dabi said

“Dabi shut up.” Kent whispered in his ear and putting Dabi in his car

“....what the hell was that!?” Dabi yelled

“Look man I tried to warn you but you wouldn't listen, Keigo Takami is the son of the dangerous thug with the same last name!”

“You mean the one that was stabbed to death in jail?” Dabi asked

“Yup that one!, that is his son Keigo, I said he street raced and tried to drive me off the road a couple times, you wouldn't listen, he was also known for getting into a bunch of fights, since people wanted to defeat the son of Takami, instead they ended up few extra knife marks on there face Dabi!”

“SO what the hell is he doing here then if he is so dangerous!?” Dabi yelled

“He turned his life around I guess!” Kent said “Look he is more dangerous than you think so avoid him when you can.”

“Or I could just run him over with your car.” Dabi said

“No you aren't using my car for murder, then it will get taken away as evidence.” Kent said

You were a bit scared to leave your apartment the next day but you had to go to school , Dabi was trying to ruin your education and you weren't going to repeat what you did in highschool. So you left and made it to first period, still you were on edge so you nearly jumped through the roof when Keigo put his hand on your shoulder.

“Whoo it's just me.” He said sitting next to you “I'm guessing you didn't get much sleep.”

“I did not, seeing my ex again caused a huge shot of adrenaline.” you said 

“Well remember if he messes with you again just call me.” he said

“That's nice but I don't want to drag you into the mess that was my last relationship.” you said slamming your head on the table

“Okay class is starting everyone be quiet!” your teacher yelled “especially you two in the back!”

“Why you got to singel us out sir!’ Keigo yelled back

You were still out of it when you left

“Okay i know what will make you feel better, meet me here and i'll take you to a café.” He said

“I don't know if pastries can fix this Keigo.” you said

“Nonsense, and besides it is worth a shot.” Keigo said and then heading off to his next class, he really was trying to make you feel better, he was a sweet man, you thought they were an extinct species.

So eating some cake with Keigo later that day did help your mood, especially since you didn't see any trace of Dabi that day. 

Someone else form school strolled by

“Oh hey hawks right.” The girl said, you felt ignored, seriously how many people knew Keigo

“That's me.” he said

“I saw you take your car out the other day, I'd love a ride one day.” She said

“Sorry, I only let very important people ride in it.” He said “it's a car person thing.” “Awwww fine.” she said and walked off trying not to be insulted

“Why do you do that?” you asked

“Do what?” Keigo asked

“You act differently around certain people.” you said “it's like you are rehearsing an act with different people.”

“Well guess i'm just trying to fit in.” he said

“Well are you acting in front of me?” you asked

“What...no.” Keigo asked

“That's good, i like you keigo i don’t want you acting like someone you aren’t.” you said finishing your plate “I have to use the restroom i’ll be back.”

“Take your time.” he said and leaned back, oh god not this feeling again, no he told himself you wouldn't be falling for anyone else, you weren't the only one with “relationship issues”, still maybe he could relate to some of your struggles, the crowded he use to hang around with didn't exactly have the most...healthy relationship material, maybe that's why he knew how bad your ex could be, so he would just be your friend you don't need another shitty boyfriend after all. 

The two of you left the café full of sweets and what could be better, yeah it would be best not to ruin this.