#I Need them to argue and yell at eachother so bad here you have no idea. i NEED IT THEYVE HAD IT TOO GOOD TBIS SEASON

[5hrignold]

spoilers ahoy Dont read if you dont wanna know anything about episode 6 i need to scream

schedule for next week We got charlie ditching a party to go with pim to some random conspiracy group We got pim calling charlie his best friend We got pim planning something out for charlie because he thought he would like it and charlie just letting himself be visibly let down and flat We got them in a dangerous and possibly life threatening situation together We got them possibly going to another planet We got potential worldbuilding. We got This shit

[only-lonely-star]

Could you write a fic where the reader is Pony's friend, had been for a while but Pony doesn't really bring her up because he doesn't want the guys to tease him even though they really are just friends. Her home life is getting rough so Pony gave her his address and told her to crash with them if it ever gets to be too much. She ends up going one night and climbs in through Pony's window (she had gone with him to pick up tge book she wanted to borrow one day after school) and climbs into his bed not realizing him and Soda share a bed. Her and Pony are pretty happy cuddling eachother so she thinks nothing of it but it ends up being Soda and not Pony?

Lots of detail sorry lol just love your work and would love to see this come to life!

୨୧ ⁠♡ Night to Remember ⁠♡ ୨୧

~ Ponyboy Curtis, Sodapop Curtis ~

Warnings - This is somewhat sad in the beginning and how I worded a few things makes the situation for the reader sad. It’s nothing too bad, only minor arguing and yelling. Neglectful and abusive parents. Besides that, this story is sort of a funny one in a way. I decided it’s best to classify it as ‘fluff with a side of angst’ 😭

Summary - Escaping your toxic household to the Curtis’s house with…a twist?

Author’s Note - I GASPED when I first read this request, thank you so much for submitting!! I’m so glad you like my writings. I hope I wrote it well! Enjoy 🫶🏼

Word Count - 1.9k.

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Walking up the steps to your small house on the hill, you could already hear the distant screams from your parents. They constantly argued only to make up the next day and argue all over again by nightfall. It was an endless loop you seemed to be stuck in - wishing you were anywhere else but home. The walk home was always fun, up until Ponyboy turned the corner and left you to finish the walk on your lonesome. Strolling down the street as the sun slowly set on a cold fall evening calmed you.

Unlocking the door with the spare key, you saw a broken glass bottle smashed along the cracked wooden flooring. Your parent’s constant hollering seemed to worsen as you stepped foot inside.

“Go! Just get out - take your daughter with you!” Your mother hollered to your old man who seemed utterly fed up with her. You looked between them with fear in your eyes, confused as to what you had done to be put into this mess.

“I just got home, what are you on about?” Your voice came out, thicker and more bitter sounding than you had expected. Your mother’s cold eyes aligned with yours, an uncomfortable amount of emotions flooding over you.

“I said get out!” she yelled louder than before, clearly displeased with your presence, “You don’t do a damn thing to live here! You don’t pay a single bill or work a job - all you do is hang out with those hoodlums!”

Your mind darted to thoughts of your good friend, Ponyboy. His words echoed in your mind, tuning out your own mother’s as she continued to holler.

”Come whenever you need to, okay? If it ever gets too hard on you back at your place…you’re welcome at mine…”

You brushed past your father’s tense shoulder, not caring to argue further. It calmed you to know you had a safe haven to escape to on nights like this. Ponyboy would be warm and welcoming just like a family should.

Drowning out the shouting that continued on, you began the trek to the Curtis’ home - book bag and all. Striding down the sidewalk, you slipped your hand into the side pocket of your tattered backpack. A crinkled piece of paper was retrieved; Ponyboy’s address was scribbled on it in blue ink. You’d never been there, but you knew him well enough to have heard about his own family issues. The loss of his parents which left him and his two older brothers to fend for themselves seemed scary. It made you feel a sense of gratitude to still have parents even if they were horrible to you.

The sun seemed to have set, stranding you amid the crisp air and the occasional streetlight ahead. Only a bit further and you’d be there. Convincing yourself you’d have a better stay at Ponyboy’s home was very comforting. You could both catch up on some reading or maybe even smoke a bit if he’d lend you a cigarette. Before you knew it, there you were. The same scribbled address on the paper matched the street and house number you had walked to.

Taking a deep breath, you approached the front door with a pit in your stomach. It seemed quiet; too quiet. Backing away from it, your anxiety had gotten the best of you.

”I’ll just use the window,” is what you said to yourself, kicking away small twigs and leaves to pry it open. You slid the window up, slipping yourself through the crack you managed to open.

The room was dark, a limp body lying underneath the olive-colored comforter. You smiled fondly. Ponyboy was already asleep - a strange sight to see since it was still a bit too early to wind down for the night. You let out a small sigh of victory knowing you could finally relax in a much quieter space than your parent's home. You carefully slipped the straps of your backpack off, mindful to not wake Ponyboy.

“Close that damn door,” he murmured, his voice raspy and sleepy. You instantly felt a pang of guilt for waking him. You set your bag down beside the small wooden desk that was pushed beside the bed. With a swift movement, you shut the window from the inside.

Ponyboy lay in a white oversized t-shirt, his back facing you as he curled himself up into a ball underneath the bedding. You glanced around the bedroom before joining him in bed. You kicked your shoes off, spreading open the sheets and comforter.

“How was school?” the voice spoke in a drowsy state. You decided to not ramble on and let him rest. Besides- you were the guest here.

“It was nice,” you replied softly. You were starting to feel sleepy as well, all of that walking surely paid off. Snuggling underneath the bedding, you felt him shove some of the sheets your way to cut you a bit of slack.

“You cold?” he asks, his head slowly turning to glance at you. Your back was facing his, the only source of light being the pale moonlight seeping through the window. You mustered a small head nod.

The warm touch of his arm suddenly draped over your waist was unexpected but welcomed nonetheless. He nuzzled the tip of his nose to rest against your spine, exhaling with a soft chuckle. “You smell like a little girl or something,” he teased light-heartedly.

You let out a forced laugh, not totally understanding the punchline to his little joke there. His voice was awfully deep; something you didn’t remember Ponyboy’s voice to sound like. He sounded like he had more of a southern drawl now as well. Hell- your voice became naturally deep when you were sluggish but nothing like Ponyboy’s sudden change.

Your eyes fluttered shut, the gentle hug from behind causing a wave of sleepiness to wash over you. Your breathing slowed, signaling you felt at ease for once. It was a nice contrast to the nagging hollers from your parents- that was for sure. Ponyboy seemed to relax further, a deep sigh being released from his lips. He nuzzled his face closer, “Pony, did you ever take out that trash?”

You froze, lifting your head in utter confusion. You glanced down to find a random man you’d never seen a day in your life. Panicked - you let out a scream and scrambled off the bed, falling to your ass on the cold wooden floor, taking the sheets with you.

The scream startled the stranger as well, sitting straight up in the bed - what was left of the bedding covering his lower half. “Who the hell are you?!”

Your eyes flung open, standing from the floor in a swift second. You stammered over your own words for a moment, trying to get them out. “Where’s Ponyboy?!”

He glanced at you and then to the open door where both Ponyboy and his eldest brother stood, shock etched on their faces. Your immediate shock subsided once you reestablished that this was in fact the correct house, and you’d perhaps slipped into the wrong bedroom.

Ponyboy pushed past his other brother, muttering a slur of words under his breath. “Oh no…no, no, no…”

His siblings exchanged confused glances, the oldest on the brink of a migraine. He pinched the bridge of his nose tightly. Ponyboy stood beside you, dragging your arm and ushering you by the window for a bit of space. He could see the messy attempt you’d made in trying to shut the window and locking it back up firmly. “Damn it, why didn’t you knock on the door?” he questions, glancing behind him to see the boy in the bed rushing to slip on a decent pair of pants.

Your eyes were staring into his with a look of guilt and confusion. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know this wasn’t your bedroom!”

You flung your arms in the air, innocence in your expression clear as day. Ponyboy sighed and rubbed his temple using his middle and index finger, adding pressure to the spot. His lips curled into a soft smile, the laugh echoing in the room. “I share a room with Sodapop over there,” he cracked up at the lack of information he’d given you, resulting in this whole encounter.

Sodapop’s eyes met yours, a rather apologetic and embarrassed look sewn onto his face although a bit of a grin was visible. With this newfound information, you quickly put the pieces together and realized the other brother was Darrel. You let out a deep exhale, your own giggle slipping out.

“I am so sorry…” you began, your flushed cheeks and smile being quickly covered by your hand, “Pony, I blame you for not telling me!”

You swatted his arm before placing both hands over your mouth, the embarrassment lingering. Both Sodapop and Darrel couldn’t help but chuckle - this big mishap was too hilarious to just brush off. Sodapop stood from the bed and ran a hand through his greasy combed combed-back hair before approaching the two of you.

“Pony, why didn’t you tell me you were at that age you start bringin’ girls home?” he teased, wrapping his arm around Ponyboy’s neck from behind and giving him a good noogie to mess up his hair. Ponyboy giggled, attempting to pry Sodapop’s arm off and away. Darrel stood at the doorway, nearly about to throw a fit at the mention of it.

“We’re friends, I told her she could come over when her folks got into fighting and stuff again,” he explained, trying to save the friendship from becoming awkward at his brother’s teasing.

Sodapop’s eyes had a slight shift in expression, but he reached a hand out to you nonetheless. He smiled warmly and looked down at you. “Soda,” he introduced himself so friendly to you that you nearly forgot how you screamed at the first sight of him.

You returned the smile with one of your own and shook his hand firmly. He spoke up again, nudging Ponyboy with a laugh. “Ponyboy’s got the voice of a girl - I was convinced that was you talkin’ to me!”

Ponyboy retaliated, shooting a glare at him. Before he could say much more, Darrel stepped closer and held his hand out to me as well. The introduction went smoothly, his hand was quite large but perfect for firm handshakes. “I’m Darrel…Darry.”

For once you felt welcomed inside of a home. You felt an immense amount of gratitude for Ponyboy and his cordial brothers who didn’t seem to mind your company at all.

Darrel stepped aside and motioned to you for the door, gently pushing Ponyboy’s shoulder to follow. “Ponyboy, get her familiar with the couch if she’s stayin’!”

He did as told and picked up your backpack to carry towards the living room. He sat you down as Sodapop’s charming laughter echoed down the hallway.

“Next time just knock, okay? Better yet, come right in. The door is never locked,” Ponyboy instructed with a small head shake following that up with a giggle, “You’re welcome anytime.”

You grinned from ear to ear at the strangely new feeling of belonging. Welcome anytime? Was this a dream?

Before you knew it, you had your arms around Ponyboy’s neck, trapping him in a tight hug to show how thankful you truly were. It was safe to say this was a night you’d never forget.

[sheloveshp]

Heartbreak - Hermione G.

(pt.1)

Hermione Granger x fem!reader

summary: how you and Hermione grangers relationship came to be about before it all came crashing down before you knew.

a/n: light smut/ multiple chapt prob./ felt like this was all over the place ngl :( also not proofread. pls send requests.

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Hermione and you are no Strangers to each other.

You and Hermione were often at eachothers necks, bickering and fighting. Some days are better, some days are worst. You and her didn’t want to admit it but after a few months, you began enjoying eachothers presence. Laughing together in class to taking her away from the yule ball to get some fresh air, after she got stood up.

Personally, you never had any problem with her parents being non sorcerers. Even when you talked you referred to them as non-sorcerers and not “muggles” or any sort of slur. Hermione noticed this and knew this was coming from a good place and wasn’t superficial.

After it has been going rather well between you it went downhill. Or so you thought…

One afternoon that built up anger that Hermione always seems to have stored up was about to explode. You and her were arguing over something so unnecessary that you took it outside the great hall. And thankfully you did.

“I can’t believe you’re so stupid y/n!” Hermione said walking out of the great hall huffing and puffing.

“Me? Stupid? Are you even listening to yourself Hermione?!” You followed right after her and slammed her against the nearest wall, Hermione slightly grunting. “Yes! You’re stupid and I can’t believe you actually did that!” She yelled slapping your chest softly.

what happened?

As usual you were partnered up with Hermione, working on a project in class. When a Slytherin came up to you to “warn you“ about working with muggles. While Hermione was quiet, ate her anger up and left. You went and embarrassed that Slytherin in front of the whole class. Even turned her into a ferret for a minute.

When Hermione found out that you had her back she was confused. Firstly, why is this hot feeling spreading in her chest while thinking about you standing up for her?

Secondly, why would you want to risk your status in Slytherin for her? When this all goes bad and they start to bully you then you’ll be the one that gets hurt. Hermione didn’t want this and while she was just a Gryffindor, the Slytherins are your people. You’ll be the one that has to stick to them for the next years.

You took her hands into yours while she was holding back tears to help her ground herself again.

“Why do you always let people walk over you like this Mione?” You talked in a whisper now because you were genuinely curious. Hermione looked into your eyes and thought about how for the past year you were the one that had her back, always. You were such a strong character yet still so calming to her. This balance is what she needs in life. She needs you. Now.

Hermione Granger crashed her lips onto yours. Although, at any given moment a teacher or a student can walk by and witness this Hermione felt so safe. This is a feeling she never really had here in Hogwarts. She never felt at peace here.

And if you didn’t reciprocate any good feelings she might have towards you, she probably won’t be okay but at least she has had this moment.

Finally, you came to a realization as to what is happening. Should you really do this. A mud blood Gryffindor and a Slytherin? Was this okay? At this moment, you just went for it, cupped her cheeks and went for a deeper kiss.

Hermione pulled away to catch her breath. “I hope this is okay, y/n.” she breathed out.

Fuck it.

“Do you want to come up to my room, love?” You said as you bite her earlobe and breathed onto her neck almost intoxicated by her perfume.

“Yes.” Hermione said, leaning into you like a shy girl and biting down on her smiling lips. You took her hand and made a run to your room since everyone is at dinner. Thankfully, Slytherins didn’t share their room with anyone.

Once you smuggled her into your room, Hermione left all that frustration she has out on you. Throwing you down on your bed, she started to kiss down your lips and moved downwards.

Knowing where this was going you tried to grab your wand out from your bedside table to lock the door and soundproof it.

“Are you okay?” Hermione asked confused as she looked up from leaving hickeys all over your neck.

„Yes, sweetheart i just want you to be the only one to hear me.“ You spoke a few spells while Hermione took of your clothes.

„Miss Granger isn’t as nice as they say she is.“

„You’ll see how nice I really am once I really get started with you.” she almost growled while sucking on your tits.

It felt really nice to have Hermione being this open towards you and being comfortable enough to show you this side of her. There were many sides of her and you wanted to get to know them all.

Keeping eachother up the whole night, both of you were snuggled up in bed. Thankfully it was a Saturday morning, so both of you had nowhere to be right now.

Before you dozed off, you kept thinking about how beautiful Hermione is and that there is no way you’re going to let her go and have this be a one time thing.

You liked her and having her sleep so peaceful in your arms, must be a dream come true.

That was until your dream, became known to spectators that were not fond of your bond.

[k1michii]

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐙 , 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

summary > f! reader x eddie diaz

y/n and eddie never got along, ever since eddie had been recruited she had felt uneasy about him for no reason, she couldnt quite figure out why. after 3 months of constant bickering, arguments and continuously being on edge of a full physical dispute the 118 decide to put a stop to it… possibly not in the most mature way but desperate times call for desperate matters

! improper grammar and lowercase intended

The sounds of forks and knives scraping against plates were absolutely silenced by the loud bickering of eddie and y/n.

“maybe if you werent so stuck up and pretentious you would learn how to shut up!!” y/n yelled as hen rolled her eyes glancing at buck who shrugs “how ‘bout we just calm down and eat y’know cap put alot of… effort into this yummy salad” chimney purposely paused almost signalling that if the argument were to continue it would lead to punishment possibly a suspension.

eddie clenched his jaw and abruptly stood up jogging down the stairs to the lockers.

chimney walked into the glass locker room knocking on the door before proceding in.

“hey.. figured youd need some time to calm down before talking to someone” chim chuckled with both hands in his pant pockets leaning his weight onto his heel then toes, eddie just rolled his eyes “wouldve called her a pendeja but my tia raised me better than that” he whispered just staring off onto the ground “i understand you and y/n dont get along” chimney stopped “but what i don’t understand is why?.. i mean you guys met and right off the bat you guys were screaming down eachothers ears”

eddie froze not having a proper answer, he couldnt just tell chimney how he really felt about y/n, how he thought she was absolutely gorgeous, how her eyes crease so elegantly when she smiles, he knew it was stupid but he wanted to stand out to her instead of being someone she worked with he assumed if he was someone she disliked she would think about him way more. eddie shook his head “she just gets on my nerves really easily” although eddie felt bad for lying he was in way too deep, “well.. as much as you dont like her i think you guys should talk it out, if not for you then for the whole crew cause its really distracting us from work” chimney chuckled remembering the call they had a week earlier

! 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐀𝐆𝐎 -

“what do we got” bobby yelled out grabbing the gear from the truck

“pulse is weak, shes loosing too much blood, we need a tourniquet” y/n scrambled to grab one as eddie ‘accidentally’ pulled her hair she rolled her eyes “youre honestly so childish” she scoffed “oh im childish? you wanna talk about being childish what about the time your petty ass decided to steal my locker key just cause ‘you felt like it’ and youre calling me childish” he rebuttles. “okay guys really lets not right now we have someone bleeding out and you guys are arguing please just stop the beef and set it aside” buck yells, the two look up to see hen and chimney shaking their heads in disapproval, they had taken over with aiding the patient as bobby gritted his teeth. once they made it back to the station he had lectured them so harshly about how their feud is getting in the way professionally.

! 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 -

“ill think about it” eddie got up and walked away from chimney. after he clocked out eddie walked out to the parking lot, the sun had just begun to set and a golden light was shining off of all reflective surfaces, fumbling with his pants searching for the keys for his car he heard a beep.. y/n was walking toward her which unfortunately adjacent to eddies, she stopped right infront of him, the light breeze blowing her hair into her face, y/n let out a quick exhale before beginning.

“listen, im really sorry for how ive been acting i know ive been childish, ive been arguing with you ever since you have started here and i have been completely immature maybe its cause i like you or- ..” immediately y/n gasped and slapped a across her mouth “im so so sorry” she lets out a stream of apologies and sentences along the lines of how she didnt mean to say that, eddie however just chuckles “shut up” he says “what? i swear i just apologised for being childish but i swear i will for real fight you if you keep dragging-“ y/n was cut off by eddie leaning in, she closed her eyes and was met by eddie kissing her.

END .

guys that lowkey took me more than a month to write (legit forgot abt it and rushed to finish it) BUT ANYWAYS that was pretty ass for my first oneshot 😞

AGAIN!! im still new to this so lets not bully me into quitting yet :3 (dabdab)

k1michii ₊ ⊹

[mystermoose]

The country of cunning victors...is an anxious mess? 3

Part 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/mystermoose/735465215641124864/the-country-of-cunning-victorsis-an-anxious?source=share

Info: Carmedenon (you) sex: female age: 20s

When the people in the room heard the door open, all eyes were immediately on you. Under normal circumstances you would be shaking with your nerves as they prepare to skyrocket to the sky. But due to the chaos your eyes are being exposed to, you were too busy being baffled as you stare at the baffling sight before you to be nervous right now.

Two blond men men had their hands on eachother's throats, another blond with rectangular glasses is currently presenting his presentation with images of what seems like the power rangers (from what you know of), and finally a whiny ginger headed man balling his eyes out while pointing at the ruined plate of pasta that was so close to hitting you on the face, to the bigger blond man who looks about this close (👌🏻) to exploding.

'What...is this? Is this some sort of greenlighting room for some cartoon or something? Why is everyone...so disorganized?' you thought to yourself as you continue scanning the room and observing the other people there. And as if confirming the crazy world around you, the surrounding audience aren't any better than the up in the front. Some were casually talking, some were sleeping, some were arguing and...you get the picture. It was a room full chaotic beings. Definitely not a room fit for political discussions.

'Then that means, I must be...' your cheeks started to turn pink at the thought that you must've made an embarrassing mistake. Giving the on lookers a shaky shy smile, you stepped back and hid you body behind the door.

"S-sorry! Wrong room, just pretend I never stumbled in here um er...well I'll be on my way now. Sorry again, bye" and then left.

After you left, everyone in the room was silent for a while. Until the man doing his presentation spoke up "Huh, well that was awkward. But anyway! As I was saying, I still think a super-"

"Hey, didn't that girl looked familiar" one of the blond men who was in a choking competition a while ago commented.

"Ve~ she looked like the bella who completely froze up on tv" commented the Italian who a while ago was crying over ruined pasta. However his words seem to stiffen the certain German he was crying to.

"Vait, if she was the girl on tv then that means...mein gott! That was Carmedenon!" he said in a panic as he realized the gravity of the situation. For 1: the first thing that happened to you when you walked in the room was that pasta was just inches away from hitting your face and 2: you thought you arrived in the wrong room and walked away. Clearly indicating that they've already made a bad impression of themselves, enough to make you not see them as serious figures of the world.

Unfortunately for him, he was the only one who has this realization. As the rest of the world were only left to chatter in excitement as the most mysterious and most victorious country of the world is really here to meet them. In person!

"Dude, shut up! Carmedenon? You mean the country who kicked Britain's ass with scarecrows!" said the man with the presentation, eyes gleaming with excitement. While the man mentioned in the story glared daggers at him.

"Could you not say it like that, you git! She did not beat me up with scarecrows, she bested me with them! Big difference!" he yelled, but the American did not care what he had to say "Pssh same difference, bro. She still kicked your ass with scarecrows". He said, further angering the man enough that he was on his way to choke him now.

But before he could start doing so, the German stopped them from making another fight "Need I remind you that Ms. Carmedenon just walked away from the meeting room? On the day we are suppose to formally meet her?! We have no time for more fights! Not that we had the time in the first place. But we need her back here and get her to cooperate with us, now!" he said voice filled with resolute.

"Oh yeah, gotcha! Let me go get her" but before America even took a step, Britain caught his arm stopping him. "Oh no you don't! I heard from her queen that she has quite the delicate nerve. Someone like you is bound to scare her away!" he said, then another voice has voiced their opinion.

"Then I will go get her, after all I have a way with all kinds of ladies~" said France as he started making his way to the door, before he himself got stopped by the same man. "Like hell I'd let you! You're the last person she needs to first meet. This nation has isolated herself for all her life, and a pervert like you has a high chance of pushing her back in her shell!" he said, then a new argument ensues.

"Oh, and who do you think is fit to introduce her to us? You? The one who tried to invade her and famously failed to do so?"

"Don't talk as if you hadn't done the same! And where do you think you're going? Do you really think you can just walk off of this conversation?"

"Well it sounds to me that both of you were assholes to the dudette. And since I've never done anything to her, I'm probably your best bet of getting her to come here"

"You'll scare her away!"

"Whatever, dudes! I've always wanted to meet her! And now that she's literally out that door, I'm taking my chances and finally become her friend!" after his proclamation, he took off and ran out the door to look for you. The other two following after him.

"You know what? I'm gonna go meet her to! After all I've met her brother and he always brags about her without introducing her. It's time to satisfy some ancient aged curiosity aru!"

"I have also kept hearing so much about this nation and her victories, I guess now would be a good time to fulfill my own curiosities. Maybe she'll even want to be one with me~"

And just like that, two other individuals followed suit. An Asian man with one Russian.

"Germany-san, if what I'm hearing about her social anxiety is true. Then wouldn't it be bad if any of those people were able to get to her at any moment?"

After hearing that statement, the German suddenly remembered what her queen had said to him the day after they landed.

"Hello Mr. Germany! I assume you have seen the news of our landing? If so, then you have probably seen the face of our country, and well...you saw how she is. Try to make her as comfortable as possible, ok? It took a lot of effort to get her to agree, and we made a compromise that if things get too uncomfortable. We'll leave"

They'll leave. And if they leave...there's a chance the country herself will never agree to open her borders ever again!

"Scheisse! This is bad! We need to get to her before they do!"

With that being said, they bolted after them leaving the room and everyone else in it.

"Ve-?! Hey! Wait for-a me!"

As for you, you've been walking around looking for the "right" meeting room for a long while now. But no matter where you go, you can't find anything that resembled a room full of diplomatic exchanges.

"Am I even in the right venue? I can't seem find them anywhere" you pondered as you stop walking to rest your feet and to think clearly. Did the driver actually drove you to the place? No way, they've been your driver for 5 years now and they never brought you to the wrong place. Were you that late that the meeting was already over and it was that crowd turn to use the room? If that's the case, guess you'll have to make a written apology to Elinor and the other nations for not being able to make it.

Entertaining the thought, you lifted your wrist to take a look at your watch and...wait? It's still far too early to dismiss the meeting, even if you were really tardy.

'Wait...does that mean?..t-those people were actually-...No, no way! T-they can't p-possibly be-'

And at that moment, your worst fears came to confirm your worst nightmare.

"Hey dudette! Funny story, you were actually in the right room!"

Turning your head, you saw the same blond man who was presenting something in the room. Followed by the two other men who were previously trying to choke the life oout of each other. These chaotic individuals with full energy were running towards your direction.

Running towards you

All of the sudden your heart picked up it's paced and a terrible pack of anxiety suddenly dropped down to the pit of your stomach. Although your body may have stopped functioning and froze you on your spot, your legs didn't. And before you knew it, you were running away from them. With one thought, the very same thought you kept having throughout this trip, crossing your mind:

'I should've stayed home!!!'

Part 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/mystermoose/735668751809282048/the-country-of-cunning-victorsis-an-anxious?source=share

[quartz420]

Fallin' for ya

Geto Suguru x reader

Synopsis: Suguru and reader heavily pine for eachother, that's basically it ☆ Reader has no gender, fluff, pining, everyone kind of playing matchmaker ☆ Words: 1241 ☆ Note: Just felt like writing a short pining fic for him, like i need to this guy happy that's all

“And that is why digimon is better than Pokémon.” Gojo exclaimed. His hands waving in an exaggerated manner, Shoko sighed while exhaling some smoke. “Satoru, that’s gotta be the worst take you’ve ever had, everyone knows Pokémon is way better. Digimon is just a rip off.” The duo continued arguing. Geto, on the other hand, gazed into the distance; his mind preoccupied by other thoughts. He hadn’t been listening to the conversation for a while now and his friends quickly took notice of that.

“So what is it you’re thinking about instead of proving Shoko wrong?” the white haired teenager question. “Don’t tell me, is it the first year?” Shoko soon joined in. “It probably is, he’s got it bad for them.”

Geto groaned loudly, leaning more into the wall behind him. “Trust me, I really don’t.”  His hand started fiddling with the flip phone in his pocket; the two glanced at each other and snickered. The girl began: “Sure, we totally believe you. Because you totally don’t stare when they pass by.”  Gojo added: “And you absolutely do not release some curses, simply because they find it cute.” Geto lifted his hand and flipped them off, his eyes avoiding any type of glance. Sure he may or may not have done a few of these things, but that didn’t mean anything. Right?

“You guys can keep being dumbasses, I’m going to the vend-”, his phrase was interrupted when he saw you walking with Nanami and Haibara. He watched as you carelessly buzzed your way through whatever story you were telling, you hair bouncing with every step you took. Your laughter filled his ears in a weirdly pleasant way. “See, there he does it again. He’s staring Shoko.” Gojo interrupted his train of thought. “Shut up, I’m not staring.”

“Bro we literally saw you!”

“Hey Suguru!”  The black haired male felt his heart almost plunge out his throat as he recognized your voice. You were steadily approaching while dragging an unwilling Nanami along with you, he felt himself almost grip at his jacket. Gojo snorted while tapping him on the shoulder: “Good luck, don’t try to die over here.”  Geto never wanted to slap him so bad in his entire life.

“Hey guys, how was the mission?” you asked. Your fingers twiddling with your uniform, the two other boys followed soon after. Gojo countered: “Nothing the strongest can’t handle, right Suguru?” Geto nodded his head silently, not even trying to speak. His eyes were heavily avoiding yours, as if he was scared to even look at them. “Oh yeah, I just remember something.” Your hand went into your pocket, pulling out a pink flyer. “There’s this new bakery around the corner, apparently they have the best apple tarts.”

Haibara joyfully added: “Yeah, didn’t you want to ask Geto to come with you?”

“Haibara! C’mon man, he wasn’t supposed to know!” You softly yelled, hitting your oblivious friend’s shoulder. You felt a wave of embarrassment flow through you, fingers slowly grabbing the flyer a bit harder. Geto wasn’t sure if he heard it right, he didn’t even have the time to ask before his rowdy friend interjected. “That is perfect because he just felt like asking you too, isn’t that a coincidence?” Gojo obnoxiously swung his arm around him, his slender fingers poking his cheek. Geto didn’t even think about asking you, in fact, he did not know the bakery at all. “That is perfect then.” You softly giggled.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Your smile, the way you talked, the small charms on your blue backpack; he suddenly was aware of every single detail about you. He hated the feeling of nervousness when he was in your presence more than swallowing curses, he didn’t even understand why. Was he sick? Maybe he disliked you?

No, that wasn’t it. He never felt the need to get closer to anyone he disliked, so why did you have this effect on him?

“I’m going to get a drink at the vending machines.” Geto stated, lifting himself of the wall. He quickly turned his way to the machines and tried to rapidly march towards them.  While he walked away, Nanami didn’t miss the way your shoulders slightly drooped. You continued fiddling with the paper, as you felt too nervous to go after him without a reason. The blonde shook his head slightly, taking out some coins and handing them to you. “Could you get a drink for Yu, he’s thirsty.” Haibara let out a sound of confusion: “But I’m not, I got my water right-”

“Yes you are.” He gave him a look and leaned his head towards Geto, the brunette quickly caught on. “Oh yeah, you’re right. I did want some strawberry milk” You whispered a quiet thank you, as you excitedly ran after the after mentioned boy. Your cheeks hurt from how widely you were smiling, but you suddenly felt apprehensive. What if he didn’t want you there? Maybe that’s why he left. You looked back at your friends with a nervous look in your eyes, but they sent you a thumb up. Encouraging you to move forward.

Geto stood there, inserting coins into the machine. His action was disrupted as he noticed you approaching, and he suddenly felt nervous; wondering if his hair looking fine, maybe he should’ve combed it more this morning. “Finally caught up to you.” You happily exclaimed. “What are you so fast for?” Your joke went right over his ears, as your face caught his attention. Since when did you look so pretty?

“Becomes a habit after running a lap every day, that idiot Satoru has me running everywhere.” He faintly smiled. His drink made a loud crashing sound as it fell to the bottom; he crouched to grab it and then stood back up. In that time, you already caught your breath; you nervously searched for something in your bag. “I saw a store with sweets when we came back.” You still continued looking, after a while, you pulled out a green packet. “Saw this and thought you might like it, they’re apple candies. Since your technique can be quite unsavory at times, these may come in handy.” Your cheeks only grew hotter as u handed him the treats, your hands slightly trembling.

The boy was speechless. You brought him candy for the aftermath of eating curses, nobody really thought about that before. He gently took the candies into his hands, the cartoon apple on the packaging staring him back. He glimpsed back at your form, you face holding a sheepish smile; it hit him that he hadn’t thanked you yet. “Thank you…it’s very nice of you.” His stomach filled with butterflies, he suddenly couldn’t look at you in the face; as he felt his own being engulfed by an unfamiliar heat. The blaring noise of a bell cut the moment short.

“I should head to class; I really can’t be late this time.”  You turned your back as you prepared to head back; you turn to him for a last time and flash him a sweet smile. “I’ll see you at 5 pm, we’re going to the bakery.” He watched as a quickly headed back to your friends, while his own return to his side. “So, the bakery huh?” Shoko teases but he didn’t ever acknowledge her, the butterflies didn’t go away. But he didn’t mind.

Maybe feeling this way wasn’t so bad after all.

[shojislady]

1.CHICKEN CONUNDRUM

"wtf is he talking ab- WHAT THE FUCK???!!" screamed y/n as midoriya suddenly landed on the hood of bakugos truck, glowing from his quirk.

"HOP THE FUCK OFF MY CAR AND GET IN!!" shouted bakugo at midoriya.

"my bad my bad" midoriya started. "mr.aizawa was stalking them halls so i jumped off my balcony into tree, then the truck"

"..."

"u so damn ghetto"

"literally"

"nigga shut up and drive"

"say less"

"WAIT LEMME SIT- FUCK"

"yall are so aggy"

.*•

"you niggas have no home training. no decorum. next time i wanna go somewhere at night, im taking shoji and tokoyami." she notified the two boys, who were STILL arguing. While you guys were supposed to be patiently waiting for your food, bakugo had the bright idea to start an argument with an eight year old because they said that "endeavor tops allmight no matter what!". This causes Midoriya to join the argument, rather than stopping it as he was supposed to, because he "wasnt gon let some prepubescent gremlin disrespect allmight like that." The commotion caught the attention of the parent, who ended up yelling at both the boys. Long story short, the boys were kicked out while y/n had to wait for their food, alone.

"not our faults. kid should learn the facts." bakugo said with a shrug, taking a hand off the steering wheel to grab some fries out of the bag.

"whatever, it doesn't matter," y/n began. "we need to figure out how to get back into the dorms without mr.aizawa seeing us."

"just ask bird boy if it's safe to come in yet, and if not make it safe." replied bakugo in a somewhat bitter tone.

"and who says he's gonna help us?"

"you know he's down bad for you y/n, just text him already so i can finally fuckin eat" midoriya muttered the last part.

"fine fine whatever😒"

.*•*.•

"thank u fumikage :)"

"no problem, y/n :>"

"bro, get a ROOM. i just wanna eat man.." midoriya grumbled, bag in hand. "u guys giving eachother the googly eyes is making me SICK"

"oh shut up, you're just mad she's not making them at you, nerd." whispered bakugo, making midoriya ball up his face and walk into the girls room.

(you can get envision the room however you want, but i'll give a visual if wanted)

saying her last good nights to tokoyami, the girl entered her room after katsuki, closing the door behind her. Her dorm room wasn't dirty, she kept it fairly organized, aside from a few things on the floor and cluttered nightstand. She kept a fan, because she liked her room cold. (she'd sometimes get shoto to cool it down for her)

Grabbing her remote from her nightstand and handing it to midoriya, she sits criss-crossed on the floor and takes food out, getting ready to eat.

"im bout to fuck this food up im so hungry🤤‼️ " she exclaimed, rubbing her hands together with a big smile on her face. "wait- did we get napkins yall?"

"oh..."

...

this mf had sauce all over his fingers.

ALL OVER.

"what the hell💀"

"ykw... come with me to the kitchen so i can grab some napkins and YOU can wash yo nasty ass hands.."

"OK! damn im coming!" he huffed, getting up from his spot next to the carpet, cautious as to not get sauce on anything.

"oh yeah, can you bring me my juice, too? it should be in the VERY back of the fridge, i had to hide my shit from dunce face bighead ass because he kept drinking it even AFTER i whooped his ass."

"okay, suki. i got you" she chuckled " but next time, just put it in my fridge, the only people that go in there besides me are you two and Sato." she responded as she walked out, softly shutting the door behind her, as they began their quick trip to the kitchen.

"that chicken good as hell tho." midoriya said as he entered the kitchen behind the girl.

"i can tell."

"aww n/n," he began to pout "don't be so mean :(" he whined, putting his saucy covered fingers on the sides of her face.

"izuku midoriya. i know damn well you didn't just rub that sauce on my face."

"uhh, whoops?"

.

.

.

war has begun.

"GET YO BLACK ASS OVER HERE"

"WAIT WAIT IM SOR- OuCH"

"THIS WHAT YOU GET"

"OK DAMN MY BAD YOUNG MAN! HARD HITTIN ASS"

"bitch- wash ur hands and let's go!" she mugged at him, shortly after draggin his ass.

Turning around & bending to grab bakugos juice out of the fridge, she felt something-or someone- come up behind her.

"izuku get yo ass from behind me unless you ready for round two of this ass whoopin."

"my bad princess, it's just a whole lotta ass in the way.." he said with a slight smirk. "and only beat my ass cuz you snuck me😒"

midoriya wasn't like this all the time, he was only really himself around y/n and bakugo. Mina only ever got a sneak peak, but he doesn't trust her as much as the other two. They're the only two people that he'd completely confide in.

"ok but seriously, that chicken is good as hell y/n. I only got like 4 pieces left."

".. four.. out of 20. izuku .. baby.. it wasn't going anywhere."

"ok but still, you can't-" "deku?"

looking left from where they were going up the stairs, there was uraraka, standing outside of her dorm room in her pjs. she stared straight ahead at midoriya, eyes never lingering.

"oh, hey uraraka!" he greeted with a small smile.

"hi! its like 4am, what are you doing up so late?" she responded

"oh, i'm just hanging out with y/n and kacchan! sorry, were we too loud?"

"no you're fine, just be sure to go to bed soon, okay? we wouldn't want you to be to tired too hang out tomorrow, right?"

y/n sighed and began to walk up the stairs, uraraka didn't even acknowledge the girl. this wasn't anything new. its was as if the she pretended y/n didn't exist. what did she do for the girl to not like her? she's always been cordial with her, never rude. she didn't understand.

"princess, you alright?" midoriya asked, bringing the girl out of her thoughts, and back into the outside world.

"yeah i'm good"

"you sure? i'm here to talk yknow."

"im ok zuku, let's just hurry back before katsu gets mad over this damn juice"

taglist: @ast4rg1rl

a/n: sorry about the super long wait ! i think im going to shorten and split my next chapters, cuz this took like 4 days to write and its not even that much LOL.

[clumsiestgiantess]

A little thing I wrote based on @entomolog-t ‘s Soul Shard AU:

“This has got to be a mistake.”

I hoped that maybe I’d caught my supposed soulmate at a bad time when we’d first bumped into eachother on the street.  In a moment, the initial fear of seeing me above them vanished from their face.  Clearly, their attitude had yet to change.  Even with their drastically smaller height and the fact that I’d nearly stepped on them, they still looked more peeved than anything.  The tiny woman glared up at me with her arms crossed.  “Why you?”  I’d just been thinking the same thing.  Thankfully, the sidewalk wasn’t very crowded, so I stepped around her and ducked into a storefront, sitting down on the side of the front steps as she trudged over.  I tried one last time to make amends.  “Look, I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot.  I didn’t mean to bump into you a while ago, and I certainly didn’t intend for this to happen to you.”

Actually, it was probably happening to me, too.  A piece of my own soul was stuck with a comparatively gigantic version of the small person in front of me.  What a horrible thought.  “Got off on the wrong foot?” she grumbled, “What is that, some kind of joke?  You nearly killed me by stepping on me!”  I sighed, realizing that probably wasn’t the best choice of words.  “It wasn’t a joke, I just-“  “No, no, this can’t be happening,” she interrupted me, throwing up a single hand for silence.  “This.. is a dream!” she finished suddenly, “Yeah, it’s a dream!  And soon I’ll wake up in my own bed, with my own height, and everything will be fine!”  She glanced up at me, frowning at the questioning look I gave her.  “Don’t look down at me like that!  You know what?  I don’t even need you!  You don’t have to stay with your soulmate.  I’ll go find someone else, maybe myself.  I’ll know what to do with me.”

Before I could object, the tiny woman, only about four inches tall, stepped back onto the sidewalk.  I sat dumbfounded as she turned the corner out of the storefront and disappeared from view.  She was gone; I didn’t have to keep her around if she didn’t want me to, right? Reluctantly, I stood up to go after her when I heard a cry from the street and scrambled to my feet.  When my soulmate dodged angrily away from me, she’d stepped directly in front of someone else walking by.  They’d tripped in momentary fear, likely thinking she was some small city-dwelling creature.  I’d raced around the corner just in time to see the passerby stamp defensively at her, yelling about a rat.  Their foot came down only an inch or so away from her, and she scrambled backwards in shock, caught off guard by the sudden hostility towards her.  

Though she certainly wasn’t my favorite person, I didn’t want to see her get crushed.  “Hey!  Hey!”  I called, rushing to step protectively in front of my little soulmate, “Stop!  It’s not a rat!”  Thankfully, the passerby stopped their advance.  Upon realizing what she actually was, they stepped back and muttered a lame apology before continuing on their way.  Sighing in relief, I glanced down and found my soulmate clinging fearfully to one of my legs.  Once she realized I was watching her, she stepped away as if she’d never been close to me, keeping her eyes off mine.  “Fine,” she grumbled after a moment, “Maybe I do need you.  Just…”  She searched for her next words as I carefully stepped to her side and knelt down.  Her voice had lost a lot of its previous malice, sounding almost tired.  “Just don’t take advantage of this, ok?  The bigger me is still out there somewhere, with a smaller piece of you.  Don’t do anything to me you won’t want her to do to them.”

I nodded, offering her my hand.  “I’m not going to hurt you just for being angry with me for no reason,” I assured her.  “Here, hop on so you don’t keep getting underfoot.”  She stared up at me, watching my expression for a moment.  There was a split second where she intended to argue that she did have a reason to be angry with me, but she sighed and stepped closer instead.  I tried to keep my hand as still as I could as she hesitantly stepped up into my slightly cupped palm.  The uneven surface of my skin made things a bit more difficult than they first seemed, but eventually she got herself situated and sat down.  Gently, I stood black up to my full height, raising my hand to my face to see her a bit more closely.  “H-Hey,” she said with an awkward little wave.

I couldn’t help but smile slightly.  She was troublesome at best, but I couldn’t deny that her smaller size made everything she did a bit more endearing.  Still, was it really possible?  Out of everyone I could’ve met, was it really her?  “My name’s Erica, by the way,” she said, startling me from my thoughts.  “What’s yours?”  “Alexis,” I told her, “It’s Alexis.”  She nodded, “Well, Alexis, where are we going?”  “Home,” I answered her passively, “I think I still need to process this.”  I gestured to the both of us lightly with my free hand.  Erica nodded vehemently, “Me too.”  “Alright then, home it is.”

Now to do Alexis’ smaller pov, oh boy.  Alexis and Erica are two of my favorite OC’s, and in every AU Erica’s always a little menace.  I have a 30 (technically 29 finished and one in progress) chapter novel about them that I will post on here chapter by chapter in the near future, but for now you get a sneak peek of them in this AU.

[muzzled-kelevra]

Honestly I have a hate love relationship with my parents, specifically my mother, though my father has done bad things too. Though most of it was unintentional.

I love my parents, I couldn't imagine being without them but I also hold a lot of hurt from their actions. Being a system doesn't really help as some of us love them completely and others resent them completely

My mother has been emotionally neglectful, she used to yell at us a lot over small things, she would grab our face when we didn't react to her telling and would often threaten to throw our cat out. She also would consistently make jabs at us around other family members, mostly about us being trans, or about the fact we tried to tell her we had DID (she didn't believe us and mocks us by going "oh I have a multiple personality too, it *insert stupid thing*" and stuff). She also used to have abusive boyfriends (she was also abusive. They both were. She would hit them and they would hit her. They had giant arguments and it would keep me up a lot). She has caused a lot of paranoia and fear for us, I cant listen to people yell without thinking it's an argument, I can't hear arguments without thinking of them hurting eachother and I always think something is going to go wrong when she argues with people (like I think one of them, her or her boyfriend, are going to get killed by the other whether on purpose or not). She's also denied me being groomed despite having seen the messages back when it happened and having yelling at me for it at the time.

She's getting better now, sorta, but it's hard to forgive her

My father was a bit better, he always let me speak to him often without judgement, but he also just didn't really understand me. He doesn't understand that I'm trans and wants me to just "stop" it so I won't get bullied anymore, and he doesn't believe I have DID either (when I told him he decided to explain the disorder to me, as if I didnt already know what it was??). He often dismisses my pain and suffering, especially my chronic pain

I've also been medically neglected by the both of them. Neither has taken me to the doctor's in years (- that one time my mother eventually took me because the school nurse said I might have low iron and to get my bloods done. But nothing came of it because the doctor said they couldn't do my bloods since I'm a minor and told us to go to the hospital, which then lead my mother to forget). Despite me complaining about my chronic pain they refuse to take me for it. I haven't been to the dentist in a while either and my teeth are a bit uneven (like two of them are pushed back for some odd reason) and it hurts to eat with them sometimes

We're also struggling financially and I feel so guilty but so angry over it. I'm so hungry all the time because my brother's eat all the food before I can get to it and I just.. aaarrfgf

I love them but I hate them

Sorry this is a long trauma dump, I've never really told anyone about all this so.. I don't know, I needed to get this out

Hey anon, don't be sorry. You're okay.

I'm sorry you're going through that, I know what it can feel like to have that disorganized attachment and it's really no fun. Here for you if you ever wanna talk more or hear my experience if you need someone to relate to. Messages are always open for anything!

You can love someone but you don't always have to forgive them. It can be hard living with parents that way and I'm sorry I don't have much advice on that part as I'm trying to figure that out myself too.

I think your best bet is that when you're old enough, try to move out if you can. Maybe stay with a friend or other family member if you don't have the finances to move into a small apartment or elsewhere.

Regarding doctors and dentists, assuming you live in the United States (though I don't know the specific laws for this outside of my own state), you can take yourself to Urgent Care, fill out some paperwork about why you're there and such, and you could possibly talk to a doctor alone. Unfortunately in my state, minors need consent from parents (usually if I go alone, they call parents and simply ask for consent for the child to see a doctor and get treated), which can be a bit problematic in this case. I don't know the specifics or much really, but you could definitely do some quick research to figure out if you can make yourself an appointment / go to UC!

Not sure if it's the same with dentists but I'd recommend trying to look that up too if you can.

Try to take some OTC painkillers if it hurts to eat sometimes, you can try to use a heating pad for some chronic pain.

Try talking with your brothers if you can about how you feel about them taking a majority of the food. Maybe save yourself some or stash some away if you need to.

Hope this helps!

[forestshadow-wolf]

I.S.B.T.P.K.F.T.S moments (chapter 4- Part 1)

Fic link written by @tavtarnish. Please go check it out. It is fantastic!

if anyone was invested in this at all, I sincerely apologize for not updating this for so long, I don't really have a reason other than I just got lazy. anyway- ONWARDS!!!

chapter 3 || Chapter 5

The opening of the chapter

The way it definitely implied that soap has undoubtedly been at it for a while. Long enough to settle into a routine. It also shows his frustration really well. The strength that he's hitting, and they way his mind still continues to wonder

Remembering hearing his mother call him angrily from the house

I feel like this is such a core memory for me. Also idk if anyone else had the experience where their parents kicked them out of the house during the summer and then got mad when they didn't make it back in time for dinner. Like I'm sorry?? All you said was go outside, and didn't give me a time to be back? Kinda got off topic here, the point was: core memory unlocked

Little john trying not to make the punishment worse by being gentle with the the door and stuff

I honestly have nothing to say at this point, it's just super relatable to me

Idk if ive said this before but his sisters' names

I just think they're lovely

They way he feels guilt even as a child for not being there to redirect or avoid completely his mother's anger

This makes me so sad :( bb it's not ur fault

The casset that he and his sister were fighting about just days earlier as an apology!!!!!

This is exactly how it is to have siblings, like you'll be at eachother's throats and then something happens and then it's like it never happened. Also never once has a verbal apology been as affective as an action

Also being able to feel the anger flowing off his mother... like that's when you know you're in some deep shit

The whole come home by the time the street lights come on

Is accurate. Relatable. Especially getting back late because fo the changing season...

The disappointment in his mother's voice

That one hurted just a lil bit bc disappointment is always just that much worse than anger isn't it??

And he understands her frustration

That just makes it all the worse, right? I mean he just wanted some more time to have fun with his friends, but that left his mother swamped with everything else. It's really a lose lose situation :/

Not bringing up his father "after the last time"

Knowing when to pick his battles. But also what happened last time?? I can only assume lots of yelling and crying and and just :(

The following quiet

And it's like nobody except you can feel the tension still in the air, and it's like the smallest thing could set everything off again

Im ignoring something for right now I will circle back to it in a moment. But lemme just say his father?

I'm not liking the vibes I get from him... there I said it. I don't like him

His mother brushing over his hair and the back of his head

Look I know I've been making it seem like I think mary is a bad mom, but she really isn't. She's just overworked and doing her best. And john understands that but he also needs to be able to be a kid. And mary needs help around the house bc there is too much to do and only one of her

Ok back to the thing I ignored. The way he wishes for her to just get angry

I think maybe it's bc when people are angry it's easy to deal with, either you argue back, stay quiet, or say/do whay they want you to right? But with the disappointment it's almost the same response just with no visable reason for it. It's harder to deal with because we as people are not taught how to fix it other than to "do better next time" but how does that fix what happened now?

I also want to pint out the bolded part

Bc like the yelling is so much easier to deal with than the calm voice. Maybe it's bc you can still feel the pent up tenson that might have normally been released with the yelling

Also he wonders if it makes him a bad son

And I think, maybe normally people don't wish for that, but it doesn't make him a bad son. Like I understand so completely how he feels, and it's so real that it's devastating. And it doesn't make him a bad son. And I know that because maybe for him it's just easier for him to deal with physical problems than it is for him to deal with whatever this is.

And then the last line of the flashback

God!! I just know he was beating himself up after that. I do. I just know. And it's the perfect segue back into the present moment.

Getting so lost hin his head that he forgets he's even really doing anything

I guess forget isn't really the right word. Like he knew enough to keep doing it, but kinda just tuned everything else out.

The way it all just bubbles up

The lights just too loud, the air hot and heavy with anger and frustration. And he's still aped up despite all the energy he spent. And he tried, he really does try to keep himself composed. But the irritation makes his bones buzz, and he just needs to do something, anything to get it out. And he's so worked up that he doesn't even realize he split his knuckles until he looked at them.

And then it keeps building

It's too much, all of it. The steaming anger, the loudness of the lights, the way his hair remains untamed despite his efforts

Focusing on his hair again, idc what anyone says, his hair is actually such an important part of him. So his hair getting in the way, in his face, even after he tries to rake it out of the way... maybe kinda like how he's having trouble with his emotional regulation? It's kinda like his emotions are clouding his rational thinking, which is a perfect lead to my next point.

Where it all finally boils over

He shouldn't, he knows he shouldn't. But the useless buzzing is still in his bones and flowing through his veins. And he just has to do something or he might just brun from the inside out.

And then the immediate regret

"If it isn't the consequences of my own actions" for real though this is actually an important part. Because sometimes even if it's a personal issue you have to choose the lesser of two evils, even if you don't know you even have options. Also I think the is very much foreshadowing what will happen if he doesn't properly acknowledge the problem, and also shows what it is doing to him in a physical manifestation.

Also perhaps symbolism of not actually vomiting... because ya boy is emotional constipated

Ok im gonna end this here for now, because if this sits im my drafts any longer it'll never get posted. Also sorry if this isn't as indepth as the other parts, I'm doing all of this on my phone.

[mimi-ninjago]

thrid wheeling

pairings….Lavashipping, COLE X KAI

Quick note:

Lloyds thrid wheeling, i'm not shipping him with kai nor cole, shipping lloyd with any of the ninjas are weird, they've known lloyd sense he was a kid.

"lloyd!"

"lloyd!"

lloyd grumbled, but woke up from his nap, "kai?" he said, rubbing his eyes, "i need you to third wheel on something!" kai said stumbling on his words.

"what?.." lloyd said, after now being awake, "you? kai? a date?" lloyd mocked, "bro please!!!" kai said, while being on his knees begging .

lloyd grumbled, "fine." he said, "leave my room, let me get ready" lloyd said, "thanks lloyd!" kai said, rushing out of lloyds room.

lloyd sighed, then getting ready, he put on something casual, he just wanted to get food, if they were even eating out.

lloyd went out of his room, where kai and cole were waiting, while cole had an annoyed face, "alright, lets go!" kai said, "shotgun!" lloyd yelled, running outside, while kai chased at them.

lloyd viewed kai as his older brother, same with nya, sense lloyd never really had any siblings, he was alone, but after being taken in by his uncle, and being a better person, kai mostly was his role model.

cole laughed, but knowing he was gonna be the one driving, ran after them as well.

kai got front seat, leaving lloyd annoyed at kai, as he sat in the back seat, cole got in the car, "cole, can you tell kai, that it isn't fair, he basically pushed me!" lloyd exclaimed, "nah, it was fair and square lloyd" kai said smirking.

lloyd frowned, and slouched back, cole smiled, "cmon guys, were going out to eat, can you guys not argue" cole said, lloyd slouched back up, "were going out to eat?" lloyd said, "no duh, he just said" kai said.

lloyd punched kai's arm, "ow! the hell was that for!" kai said, "guys!" cole said, lloyd went back seat again, "lets just go get food, and kai, don't argue with him, while on our date." cole said.

kai nodded.

after heading to the restaurant, the three got their seats, cole and kai started flirting with eachother, lloyd was annoyed, but same time didn't care, it was their date after all, lloyd than went on his phone, and getting a text from nya.

text messages

Sis🐾🌊

Sis🐾🌊: so hows the thrid wheeling?

lloyd⚡️🧪: boring so far, i'm just here to get food, and make sure kai doesn't embarrass himself 😂

Sis🐾🌊: 😂😂

Sis🐾🌊: well then, text me if anything goes bad👏🏽

lloyd⚡️🧪: you know i will🫡😂

text msgs end.

lloyd laughed to himself about the messages, then putting his phone down, to order his food.

"cmon cole, you have to try it" kai said, while pointing at a picture of a cake, that the placed served here, "maybe.." cole said, "lloyd, doesn't this look good?" kai asked, as he pushed the phone towards lloyd.

"i mean, sure" lloyd shrugged, "when does our food come" lloyd said, while slouching again, "it's coming soon lloyd" cole said, "anyways, cole, i got you this" kai said, handing him a necklace, cole smiled, "aw!" cole said.

cole gently grabbed kai's hand, and giving it a peck, "look our food" lloyd said, in a happy tone.

as the food was placed down on the table, lloyd immediately started eating, kai as well.

as everyone finished their food, and payed for the check and left.

kai than kissed cole, as cole did the same thing, "bleh" lloyd said, as he gotten into the back of the car, before witnessing more of their kissing.

[feelin-lo]

Got bored have this little treat:

"An unlikely couple", A Human Meztli x Vampire Lo fic. I thought it'd be cute and I might have to write one the other way around but Human Lo x Werewolf Mez, just because. Anywho, enjoy this little crumb

Meztli belongs to @aesopsbaby

(also features a little bit of trickster, she belongs to @boiling-potato )

"This is a shitty idea M. I thought you were smarter than this!" The shorter yelled, punching the taller. They knew eachother as roommates, nothing more, Trickster (as she referred to herself) was short and green haired but don't let the height fool you, she's as deadly as poison and as mysterious as the very night itself.

The taller, Meztli. Idiotic yet psycopathic and no one knew how those two parts of his personality mixed. Why were they arguing? Perhaps because Trickster had found out why Meztli had been sneaking out night after night.

"He could fucking kill you numbnuts!" She yelled again, a left hook meeting Mez's kidney "I don't care! I do what I want! Maybe I want him to kill me!" "You'd like that wouldn't you!". They wouldn't shut up. Meaningless arguing.

The argument was stopped by a knock at the door. "I'll get it" The taller sighed, turning with his heel and sauntering to the door, meeting a stranger. The stranger was in extravagant clothing, a red longcoat, a thin black turtleneck that didn't leave much to the imagination, his jacket and trousers both lines with silver and gold details of roses. He held an umbrella over his head and sunglasses over his eyes, long brown hair, tied back lazily so it hung forward slightly. "Lo?" Mez asked, a slight panic in his tone.

The being nodded a bit, holding the the doorframe to hold himself up. "Y-you didn't arrive... I was worried so I tried to figure out where you lived... the lady downstairs told me you were here" He spoke, his voice soft and careful.

"Who is it Meztli?!" Trickster called "The guy you're so worried about!" Meztli called back angrily "a-am I disrupting? I-i can go home..." Lo tried to protest but Meztli pulled him in anyway, and before he could take a step in, Meztli quickly shut all the curtains and blinds so no natural light could peak through. Trickster saw the man in red and glared, eyes not leaving the taller. "Don't worry about her. She's-" "My family hunts your kind you know" she butted in, not taking a second to blink.

The stranger was quiet.

"Oi. Play nice girlie." Meztli snapped back, trickster sighed and went to her room, re-emerging in a dress "He'd better still be alive when I get back" she said, walking out of the door after grabbing her keys and purse.

Neither Lo nor Meztli knew who she was refering to, but they weren't killing tonight.

"Why did you come here Dear?" Meztli asked, taking the umbrella and hanging it up. "I-i ran out of supplies... a-and I can't get any until next week." He explained, taking off his glasses and placing them in his pocket. "That bad, huh? Well... I really need to get you a phone. Saves this situation" Meztli said quietly "Apologies Meztli.. I can still go home if you're busy or-!" Lo was swiftly silenced by soft lips on his own, hands, guiding him to Meztli's room. Once they seperated, Lo had to catch his breath, he really wasn't expecting that. "You can take off your coat and shoes, I'm not fussed" Mez smirked at the proper, who was just as, of not more red than his coat.

Lo gulped and slipped his coat off, placing it on a hook beside the door then bending down to un-lace his boots, slipping them off and slowly walking back to the Human.

Yes, Human.

Meztli slowly traced his hand up to the chin of the embarrassed, slipping his thumb under the warm flesh of his top lip, pulling it aside so the human could get a better look of the fangs the other bared. Lo closed his eyes and quivered, embarrassed as to how red he was and how Meztli was giggling. "This scared me the first time. Now? You're like a cat to be honest" he said, taking his hand away from Lo's mouth and taking his hands instead, leading the fanged man to his bed, pushing him down so he could sit on Lo's lap.

"How about this, I come visit you every day after work, I drop off some animal blood- hey, don't make that face! I'm a butcher, I can't get you human blood. You'll just have to manage until you get sent some proper food ok? And when I see you, I'll let you take a little from me for being such a good and patient boy, ok?" Meztli smiled, pulling Lo's hair from it's hair tie, watching with a smile as it fell, resting on his shoulders "so soft.." he whispered, pecking another soft kiss onto the Vampire's forehead.

Lo let out a shaky breath as he gently massaged Meztli's shoulder "I shouldn't keep you waiting, you were so desperate for a nibble you came to me yourself." The human grinned, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt and pulling the collar down, so Lo had better access.

That morning, Trickster came home, she went directly to Meztli's room, slowly opening the door, completely expecting to see a corpse but instead saw folded clothes on Meztli's chair, messy clothes on the floor and two men in one bed, one covered in bites but both in clothes. Thank... well, whatever deity was there.

She sighed and closed the door, feeling charitable and letting the two sleep in.

[midnightmisadventures]

Dream catcher part 2

So now.....i remember being with friends. Bff, interesting characters from s p a. And we had to show up with our lunch and personal item bc we were going straight from here to the plane or whatever.

So its this huuuge gym slash hall. I called it alumni. Oh also it was Halloween? It was halloween so everyone was dressed cunty and i remember telling sarah this is the cuntiest alumni has ever looked.

So here was the schedule:

We can go to day one of three of an on campus music festival

Training for activity abroad

Bus/plane abroad

Once we get abroad...do the activity and then have the rest of the time to yourself (meet up with erikka)

So in my "friend group" is this guy Olly? I think thats his name. He was white, and kinda gave steve/anthony vibes looks wise. Personality wise we were both silly and kept making eachother laugh. like we were a group but we had to sit in filed lines and olly and i just got closer and closer like all of a sudden we were hitting it off and he was so sweet.

This is blurry? But we are planning for camping/the music festival and being like holy shit why dont we have any water or ice like we're gonna be so hot walking around. Just because its not as hot as coachella we need water. So its euphoric we're all excited and having fun. One scene olly and i ran out onto the festival field together and was just gleefully dancing lol

Then we were somewhere we had to sit, and there was a swarm of wasps. around the group next to us. And im terrified like i hate bees. So im telling olly like im genuinely so scared and uncomfy i really want to be farther away from them. Then theres THOUSANDS of them, on the grass in front of us. And they start stinging us. It didnt hurt like an actually wasp but just tiny red dots on our arms. So Olly and i are trying to get out. And this random girl is like standing over me keeping me from being able to get up bc shes trying to leave to. But im being crushed and stuck. So i started yelling like "hey I NEED THIS SPACE to be able to get up and escape like you cant just trample me" so me and the girl start arguing and then Olly in my defense just SHOVES the girl onto a PILE of wasps. And everyone is like holy shitttttt

And yesss daddy so protective, aww, he was really trying to help but also that was a little harsh and i do feel bad for the girl. So i get up and help her a little just bc if that was me i'd literally off myself.

So she gets help, and we all disperse. I find olly and hug him like thank you for sticking up for me, that was really kind. And hes like ofc

And now we're like little honeymooners we are reading eachothers minds, laughing at eachothers jokes, trying to stay quiet during "instruction." attached at the hip. And i wasnt overthinking it, cause he was in our friend group and i thought he was cute and i was just glad he was just as interested as being close to me as i was to him.

um.....next part?

[wordgirlprompts]

I would love more 4th wall breaks, like the characters questioned why they’re doing the same animations and the Narrator goes, “We’re a little on budget so we have to reuse that animation three times.” Or a character ((cough) wordgirl (cough)) Being this close to pissing them off and she says, “If this PG-Friendly, I have more words to define.. Not the good ones.”

This is so funny.

An entire episode centered around the show production just going completely wrong, because in-universe it’s filmed live.

- The words of the day are “meta” and “production”

- The show opens as normal, with a wide shot of Fair City and the narrator announcing that it’s another beautiful day yadda yadda

- He goes in on a shot of Becky’s bedroom, announcing that she’s in there, but whoops! She’s not there.

- Becky, turns out, was having trouble getting away from her family. We hear a conversation from another room where Tj is asking her “why would the narrator need you?” and Becky makes up some excuse about this Wordgirl episode involving “Wordgirl’s classmates, I mean not classmates because haha Wordgirl doesn’t go to school! Yeah- um- uh- I-gotta-go!”

- She rushes into her room, facing the wrong way, and apologizes to the ceiling (the narrator)

- He says something like “about time!” and the episode continues as normal.

- Until they cut to the villain of the day, let's say Twobrains because he makes meta jokes all the time, and while the narrator tries to introduce him like he’s all foreboding and sinister he gets interrupted because Twobrains appears to be on a date with another villain. The narrator clears his throat, and then Twobrains looks directly at the camera and mutters “**** I forgot it’s my day” (the curse is bleeped out)

- He quickly shoves out his date and tries to do an evil laugh but chokes on himself, Squeaky apparently gets mad and Twobrains starts arguing with the mouse brain all like “I have to do all the walking and talking around here, you could at least remember some things for us!”

- The narrator gives up and cuts to Becky flying in the sky. She’s like “What’s got you all upset” and he’s all “Just continue with the episode”

- Absolutely yes to the animation idea so maybe something like Becky saying “hey can while this is already going wrong, is now a bad time to request a new flying pose? This one feels kinda repetitive don’t you think?”

- Becky then goes to stop the Butcher, and things go on as normal. Except the narrator is incredibly confused, and keeps interrupting the fight, because she’s supposed to be stopping Twobrains.

- Narrator and Butcher start yelling at eachother, and then at some point Butcher gets mad and knocks over the audience-view camera with a piece of meat, and then the scene cuts out to show a cartoon version of Dorothea Gillim (the show creator) laying on the floor with her eyes doing the cartoon dizzy spin things

- The Butcher apologizes to her and behind him we see Wordgirl talking casually to a background character, drinking something out of a red solo cup. Someone comes from off screen, looking apologetically at the camera, to attach a sticky note to the red solo cup that says “It’s Orange Juice”

- Twobrains walks in incredibly casually, wearing glasses and his hair in a ponytail, and says “hey uh I looked at the script? I think that i’m next week, so- oh” He just kinda. Looks around and takes it all in.

- Wordgirl, now wearing sunglasses and sitting on a chair with her helmet completely off, holding a croissant instead of a cup this time, is getting her hair and makeup done by a crew. She says “Hey Doc”, clearly having given up on this episode

- The Narrator goes “let me see that!” and a giant gust of wind blows the script out of Twobrain’s hands and fwooshing his hair all over the place, he looks disturbed.

- There’s page rustling noises and the narrator goes “well… It seems that I have made a bit of a mistake. My bad everyone!”

- The episode cuts off right as everyone (except Wordgirl who’s posing for the press) starts angrily talking at once

- Neither word of the day actually gets defined. Like they’re said in the episode but Becky never bothers to define them, and everyone forgets to ask her to.

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This prompt was made by @beckface

[gliphyartfan]

@stars-for-thought @imprisioned-in-the-hole @linked-heroes @ice-cream-writes-stuff

This...wrecked me.

BUT it was a long time coming! Had to cut half of it out cause it grew too long (nearly 6k is still long right?). But I did it! I honestly hope I did it justice!

If not for @yandere-linked-universe, I would have lost all motivation a week ago!

But I was successful!

Still though...heroes and their need to argue...

It wasn't something they've done in a long while.

Gathering around one another.

Not willingly at the least.

Eight of them sitting a fair distance away from the houses, the camp fire being the only source of light for them at this time of night.

Hyrule the last one to arrive, having checked up on (y/n) before arriving at the designated place, so the eight simply sat around the camp fire in silence, stewing in their own thoughts.

When he arrives, informing them of y/n's stable condition, it was then Legend claps his hands and brings their attention to him.

'I think I speak for all of us when I say we need to air out some things.' He would give them all a stern look. 'And let me be clear on the fact that we can't hide anything right now.'

None of them look at each other.

Hyrule nervously agrees but expresses concern over being heard by the nearby houses, more worried at disturbing (y/n) than he was about disturbing the neighbors.

Wind assures him that they wouldn't be heard.

'Mesa doesn't sleep at night cause of the monsters that used to pop up, plus he hates being alone nowadays so he stays with Miss Sue-Belle and her grandpa at night.' Wind explained with a shrug.

'Even if he was there, he's a really heavy sleeper, we could scream at the very top of our lungs all we want and no one would hear us from over here. I've tested it.'

'How convenient.' Wars remarked with a snort but wouldn't make a comment after getting a look from Time.

Before things could become awkward, Legend does not hesitate to be blunt about it.

'We need to stop.' He would say, resting his elbows on his knees.

'Stop what?' Wild mutters.

'All of 'this'.' He's wave his hand towards the group, a scowl on his face.

Wars rolls his eyes.

'Legend, my dear hoarder, you need to be more specif-'

' When was the last time we talked to one another without taking note of eachothers weaknesses?'

Warriors closed his mouth, the group looked at each other, none speaking up with an answer.

'When was the last time we actually shared a space without tension? Covered each other in battle because we were worried instead out of obligation, or just leaving each other to fend for themselves? Or shared our potions willingly?' A sharp smile on his face. 'Or better yet, when was the last time we trusted one another?'

...

No one had anything to say to that.

Legend shook his head, a scowl appearing. 'I'm not dumb, I can see what's in front of me. Whatever trust we forged during our journey is at risk of fading to almost nothing. It's a fucking miracle y/n hasn't noticed us going for each other's throat.

'Okay, that's a bit harsh.' Sky interjected nervously, 'I agree that it's possible things have been...rather tense lately, but I wouldn't say it's that bad.'

Legend leveled a look at him.

'Four, Wild, and Twilight have all scared off at least 12 different people for looking at her recently.'

'It was necessary!' Four exclaimed in defense, Twilight placing a hand on his shoulder keep him from jumping up from his seat, Wild staying in his seat, though his hands tightened into fists. ' We saw the intentions in their eyes! The way they stared at her! They were looking at her like she was food!'

Legend turned the leveled look at the blacksmith.

'All 12? All of them? In the same town? In the same day? He asked with a scoffed, 'Same hour? Half of them women? Oh yes, very dangerous. And it's rather convenient when the Cook joins in and helps you scare them away.'

Four had a sneer on his face but the silent rancher's hand on his shoulder kept him from doing anything else.

Legend watched them for another moment before turning back to Sky.

'Warriors and Hyrule have been awfully careful with keeping any of us from encroaching upon her personal space, either by being the ones to guard her while she's bathing or when she's hurt.'

'What, so that makes us suspicious?' The captain crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at him, Hyrule nervously ducking his head. 'She deserves some space away from you clingy lot! We're just making sure she has it!'

'Funny how you say that when you've been taken advantage of your position to have some alone time with her.' Legend doesn't even look away from the skyloftian as he answers back. 'You know, you're quite charming when you think no one is paying attention. And don't think I haven't noticed how our resident healer has been hoarding potions for some time.'

Warriors and Hyrule tensed at being found out, keeping their eyes from settling on anyone else's as they were looked at.

'The old man has been very careful in sending one of us ahead when there's danger. That honestly took me a bit to figure out, since he rotates who goes. Yet he never seems to volunteer himself.' The vet looked over at Time, who's featured remained impassive.

'Wild has been more aggressive with strangers than Four, which is saying something considering how violent the blacksmith has been. The sailor has been growling at every kid that's been as close as 5 feet of her and clings to her when he thinks we're too busy, and don't think I haven't noticed the way you've been nudging the tension between everyone while going through her things Sky.'

He raised an eyebrow as he looked back at the pale faced skyloftian.

'And you're telling me it's not that bad?'

There wasn't anything the group could say to those (accurate) accusations, Four looked to be visibly restraining himself from hitting him.

...

'...Maybe it's because you all force your presence on her...'

'...What was that?' Four growled out, solid blue eyes snapping up to glare at the speaker.

Wind lifted his head, glaring back at the blacksmith.

'You heard me Blacksmith, or is your attention span as short as your height?' He sneered. 'You all force your presence on her when she wants to be left alone! At least she feels comfortable with me!'

Four sneered back at Wind. 'The way you hog her attention is the very comforting.'

'Hey, I at least GIVE her space! I saw how you yelled at that shopkeeper when he asked if she needed anything-'

'I had to! Didn't you see the way that disgusting bastard-'

...

Legend watched as the group slowly dissolved into chaos. Each hero soon shouting at one another.

This is what he had been worried about for so long, and here was proof that the trust they had between one another is dangerously close to collapsing.

He watched as Twilight was talking coldly to Time, who didn't even have the decency to look ashamed of his choices.

Four and Wind were at each other's throats and Warriors was basically growling at Wild, who was screaming about how he always knew Warriors was keeping y/n away from everyone else.

Sky and Hyrule, who were shouting at each other over what they've been doing.

He needed to get them back on track, so with a deep breath, he whistled as loudly as he could.

He began speaking the moment they all looked at him.

'Well ain't this a beautiful example of shit I've ever seen!'

'Enough Veteran!' Time ordered, speaking up for what seemed the first time since this conversation began.

'You've been doing a good job keeping quiet old man, better get back to being a good boy and let the big people talk.' Legend didn't need to look at Time to know his expression was thunderous.

'All of you acting like little BRATS, ready to play 'it's not my fault, it's YOURS.' A humorless laugh escaping him.

'News flash bastards, IT'S ALL YOUR FAULTS.' His grin was more bearing teeth than a grin.

'None of you are innocent.'

He expected Wild to shout at him, maybe Wind or Sky. Hell, the good captain looked ready to tackle him.

Yet it was Four who jumped to his feet, growling at the Veteran.

The smaller boy slipped away from the hands restraining him, rushing forward and grabbed the taller boy's collar, slamming their foreheads together and hissing, 'Just who the hell do you think you are?!?'

'That's a funny question.' He remarked mockingly, making sure not to show that the head bashing hurt. 'Considering how you seem to think you're in the right.'

Four wasn't pleased by his comment. 'I'll take out anyone that lays a malicious hand on her. How dare you even insinuate that I would let such a thing happen!'

'For someone who sounds so sincere, you have a funny way of showing it.' Legend retorted with gritted teeth, never taking his eyes off the shorter man's.

'Acting like you care but when it matters, you're as blind as the rest of us. That's why she got hurt.'

The others surged forward,

'How dare you-"

'That's not true-'

'Damnit Vet, you can't just-'

'SHE NEARLY DIED DAMNIT!!' He shoved Four back, basically throwing him to the floor, having enough of everyone's nonsense.

Everyone stills at his words.

'SHE'S STILL UNRESPONSIVE!! SHE'S ALMOST DIED BECAUSE OF OUR FUCKING RIVALRY!!!' He blazed with impotent rage.

'She's laying in that house, because she got LUCKY. Do you hear me?' He emphasized his point by gesturing in the direction of Wind's house.

'Because had we not gotten our shit together? Had we argued just a moment more? We would have been standing before her GRAVE.'

His face was dark with fury.

'And you have the fucking nerve to tell me I'm in the wrong?' He hissed through clenched teeth.

...

...It is quiet.

The veteran stared right into the blacksmith's eyes, vaguely noticing how it shifted colors rapidly. The way his face twitched, as if physically restraining himself from saying something he would regret.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the others frozen in different positions of action.

Some halfway out of their seats, others reaching for the two of them as if to pull them away from each other.

He focused back on Four, noticing his jaw was tightly clenched.

'WE. NEED. HER. ' he said in a firm voice.

This seemed to make him flinch, but Legend wasn't finished. He took a deep breath and lowered his voice a few notches though he was still partly yelling.

'Not the other way around. SHE doesn't need us.' he slowly shook his head as he looked at every one of them.

'She NEVER needed us.'

Four looked away at that.

'We need her more than we need air in our lungs. Need her more strongly than water or food. ' He focused back on Four and pointed at him.

'And you...you think I'm going to let you, let any of you, let MYSELF, lose her because we couldn't control ourselves?' His chuckle was icy, his smile was unpleasant and full of teeth.

'Oh you don't know me as well as I thought. '

'Because allow me to be as clear as possible when I say, I would slaughter anyone that laid a filthy hand on her' Legend leaned forward, smiling coldly. 'Push me enough, and you'll be on the list.'

'Isn't that extreme..?!' Hyrule exclaimed worriedly, looking at Legend with an uncertain expression.

'Oh...so you wouldn't hurt them if they laid a hand on her? You would actually hesitate to tear off limbs if they forced her to go with them. If they dared to speak her like some cheap whore-'

'How could you even say that-!!!'

'That is uncalled for!'

Legend spread his arms out. 'Well you all might as well be saying you would!!'

'Hold your tongue or I'll cut it!' Wild suddenly snarled, Twilight, visibly tense from Legend' words, was forced to put both hands on Wild.

'I bet you would just stand there while they tried, hm? Stand there while she cries for your help?' He kept pushing, because he needed to. 'Just stand there, watching her shed her tears? Stand there and let. them. touch her? Is that what you would do? Answer me.'

'Don't you DARE say such a thing.' Wild growled, his lips drew back in a snarl.

'You all seem so eager in proving me right, I see nothing wrong with saying this if this is how you really feel.' He masked a scowl with a smirk even as the others began to raise their voices again.

'WHAT THE HELL!'

'You miserable pile of-!!'

'JUST TELL ME YOU'RE READY TO ABANDON HER SO I CAN KEEP HER AWAY FROM YOU ALL!!'

'HOW DARE YOU!!' Warriors roared, suddenly on his feet and in Legend's face.

'You think you can accuse us like this, act like you have the high ground, and expect us to sit here and take it?!' Legend didn't even hesitate shoving him away.

'I can accuse you all I want! Whatever friendship we may still have be damned, BECAUSE YOU'RE AS GUILTY AS I AM!!!' Legend shouted, even as the captain grabbed the front of his tunic and pulled him up to his face again.

'WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE.'

'I'M ONE WHO'S ACTUALLY TRYING TO FIX THIS MESS!! UNLIKE YOU WHO'S READY TO LET HER END UP AS A CORPSE BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T NOTICE YOU THE WAY YOU WANT HER TO!!'

'You miserable, disrespectful, arrogant-

'STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE NOT PART OF THE FUCKING PROBLEM YOU STUPID SOLDIER!!'

'SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!'

'NO! WAKE UP FROM YOUR FUCKING FANTASIES!'

'What gives you the FUCKING RIGHT-'

'BECAUSE I LOVE HER YOU BASTARD!!'

The admittance silenced them swiftly.

But he didn't care at the moment.

He was breathing deeply after saying those words. Face flushed with anger. Fists clenched so tightly, they were bone white.

'I. Love. her.' He hissed to a frozen Warriors.

'I. Need. her.' He grabbed the wrist attached to the had gripping his tunic.

'I. Can't. Lose. Her.' He bared his teeth, slowly shaking his head.

'I won't hesitate.' He voice was a whisper at this point. But it didn't matter. The crackling fire was the only other sound at moment.

'I won't hesitate to kill anyone that takes her away from me.'

...

And that's what he needed them to understand. Needed them to understand that as much as he cared for this group, as much as he's willing to put the effort to fix things...

If they didn't work together?

There would be corpses.

And he wouldn't be one of them.

He wanted to keep screaming at them. Wanted they to hang their heads in shame as he pointed out every flawed thing they've done as of late.

But he..sighed.

'I want..so much.. ' He began, looking straight into Warriors' eyes, a numb sense of calm filling him. 'I want so many impossible things.'

'I want to fall asleep to her peaceful face, and wake up to the sight of her kind smile. I want her to lean against me as she draws, to watch her eyes light up when I show her something new. To see her laugh, hear her hum a tune, to know I'm the reason she glows with happiness.'

He could feel the pale faced captain tremble beneath his grip.

'I want the exact same thing you bastards want...' he took a deep breath, to settle his heart.

'I just want her by my side every single day.'

His voice almost quiet.

'I don't want to lose her.'

Silent stillness enveloped them after Legend had finished speaking, only the sound of the crinkling fire all that was audible at the moment.

Warriors stared at him, swallowing. visibly shaken by the veteran's honesty.

After a beat, Legend slowly pulls the captain's hand off of him.

He was met with no resistance.

He looks at them all. Tired, drained, a headache slowly making itself known.

'So...' he raised an eyebrow, tone dull, 'How about the cook whip us up something.'

Wild blinked, startled by being acknowledged.

'Wha-'

'And while he's at it, our resident healer can check up on our mutual darling.'

Hyrule jolted at the sudden acknowledgment.

'We have a lot to talk about and we can't do it on empty stomachs and worry in our minds.' He grinned sardonically, slowly clapping his hands twice.

'Chop chop people. The night is still young.'

--

--

It took a while for them to speak up after that, because what could one say after such an outburst?

It soothed their hearts when Hyrule returned, saying she was healing nicely. That information helped them calm down while using the time Wild spent cooking to gather their thoughts.

It was difficult to come up with something after the explosive event of earlier.

They were silent when their food was served.

Silent as they ate.

But slowly, very slowly, they did.

Legend pulling the words out of them.

Each grievance, thought and feeling.

It was a snail's pace, but as the Veteran calmly pushed them into speaking, the atmosphere surround the group slowly calmed, the words flowing just a bit easier than before.

'I just don't want her to leave.' Hyrule admitted quietly, looking down at his hands, almost ashamed to admit such a thing.

Warriors sighed. 'I think I speak for all of us when I say the feeling is mutual.'

Murmurs of agreement met his words.

' I don't disagree. It's obvious why, she's...just so kind.' Sky shyly put out, a small blush on his face.

'I mean, when was the last time she even demanded something from any of us?'

Warriors couldn't help but snort. 'I think you mean to say 'when has she ever demanded anything from us?'

'I believe I can answer that.' Time said, speaking up after staying silent for most of the evening.

Four raised an eyebrow. 'Oh, and when was this?'

'When she and I got separated, I injured my leg fighting the Lynel? Back in Legend's era I believe it was.'

'I remember that!' Wind piped in, snapping his fingers and pointing at Time. 'In the lost woods! She was tugging your ear when I reached you guys!'

Time nodded with a chuckle, resting his chin on his hand.

'Got quite the lecture too. She can be...quite stern when pushed enough.'

' That was the first time she saw one of us fight a Lynel wasn't it...' Twilight realized, blinking in comprehension. 'I can't believe I forgot that. She must have been terrified witnessing such a thing.

'Ah, but that was the thing. She was calm when she saw me kill it.'

'So she has thicker skin than an average civilian.' Legend sighed. 'Impressive but not that surprising.'

'Don't get me wrong Vet, she was quite unnerved when she saw the battle but once it was over and she saw my injury, I was the main focus.' He looked down, almost unaware that he was touching the place where the injury once was.

'She could have gone to get one of you guys, I knew she heard you calling out to us, we both did, but she stayed.' He smirked then, 'Pulled out a couple of red potions from her bag too.'

He had the group looking at him in surprise.

'Wait, potions?'

'Who gave her a potion?'

'Wars, was it you?'

'I would remember that!'

'Well well, isn't she well prepared.'

'Looks like she's paying attention to the Vet's paranoia!'

'Ha ha, such flattery.'

'Did she buy a few in town before we swapped eras?'

'Actually she has a stash of them in the event of one of us becoming injured and she's the only one around.' Time interjected, one of his amused grins on his face.

That brought another round of questions.

'She knows how to make potions?!'

'No Wind, we would have seen her.'

'It's not something that could be hidden either.'

'And where did she get the money to buy enough potions?'

'When'd she have the time to even get potions??'

'My question is, how did we not see her get the potions?'

' Did she tell you?' Time snorted softly as the last question was directed at him.

'Matter of fact, yes. Clever answer too, know all those 'silly bets' she got us to agree to?'

He waited for them to nod. ' Well, she's been stashing every rupee she's won from us specifically to buy 'emergency potions'. He answered with a breathy chuckle. 'As for when? She's been buying them from Beedle when we were at stables. And since we also give her money to buy herself stuff...'

'None of us would be the wiser.' Legend finished for him.

'You're serious aren't you...' Warriors couldn't help but say.

'Absolutely.' Time nodded, not able to suppress a grin when he realised the captain's tone was admiring.

'She looked so embarrassed, thought I would be upset with her for ' sneaking behind our backs'. Tried to justify it by saying it 'felt stupid to be the only one in the group who wasn't prepared for some type of emergency.'' A round of chuckles emerged from the group as they all imagined the expression on her face.

'When she saw my injury, she immediately pulled out the potions from her pouch, didn't even pause in shoving a few into my hands and asking me how much pain I was in.' He smiled at the memory. 'That's when I made the foolish mistake of telling her to leave me there and go find one of you.'

' And you lived to tell the tale?' Warriors asked, smirking widely.

'Barely, the glare I receive was quite fierce.' Time didn't even bother to hold the laughter down, still remembering how startled he had been, having such a glare directed at him.

'Like a raging Goddess, she demanded I take better care of myself, or face mothering the likes of which I never saw before.' He looked exasperated, yet his voice was the definition of amused.

' She then proceeded to baby talk me until I agreed.'

Time was not ashamed as the group roared with laughter.

'Are you serious?'

'Poor man!' Warriors reached over and clapped a hand on the older man's shoulder.

'Oh, THAT must have been uncomfortable!' Sky commented between breaths.

' I barely lasted a few sentences before I was pleading for mercy.' He rolled his eyes and huffed through his nose.

'So THAT'S why you were so careful in battle the weeks after.' Hyrule realized, grinning as Time shrugged.

'When I'm threatened with something like THAT? How can I do anything else but obey?'

Wars held his hands up in a shrug, smirk on his face. 'Ah but who are we to question Her divine command?'

'Who are we indeed..' Time murmured with a breathy laugh.

Wild smirked, eyes glinting with glee. 'Speaking of her doing things we don't expect, Vet! Remember when she met Wolfie?'

Legend smirked, even as Twilight send a glare at the cook. 'Rather brave of her, despite never being near an actual wolf before. '

Sky frowned. 'But didn't she look nervous?' Twilight sighed as Legend and Wild let out a laugh.

' You would think! But she apparently didn't want to break any unspoken rules about touching him.' Wild couldn't resist the sharp grin as he eyed the embarrassed rancher. 'You should have seen her when she was given the okay. I'm surprised the mutt was able to escape her constant pets and kisses.'

Twilight wasn't able to keep the blush down when Wind grumbled a very clear 'Lucky bastard.' To the amusement of everyone else, especially those who knew his secret.

They fell into a comfortable silence after that, the sound of the waves a song that filled their ears, the wind playing with their hair as they got lost in thought.

'...Go and bring peace to Hyrule.'

They looked at Wild, he was looking at the sea. 'Every time I went to one of those statues, that's what Hylia would tell me.'

He dug his boot into the sand. 'She would heal me up when I had enough spirit orbs, fill me with vitality, but every time she finished, she would always say those same words.' He grimaced

'And every time, I would think, 'is she healing me because cares, or because I'm just a means to an end?''

Wild shooked his head, never taking his eyes off the sea.

'Even though I've fought evil for her sake. For Zelda's sake. I always felt like she wanted more.' He grimaced.

“I don’t even know what more I could have given…” He admitted, “Always thinking that I’ll one day wake up and realize that I was fated to sacrifice more.'

Then a small smile pulled at his lips, 'But when I'm with (y/n)...I don't feel that weight of responsibility...the weight of those thoughts.' His words were barely above a whisper by the end.

'With her...I feel free.'

For several moments, there was stillness. Watch of them could feel the bite of the ocean breeze on their skin, the heat of the campfire barely able to hold off the chill and darkness surrounding them.

"She said she was proud of me..' Wild whispered, "Said that every breath I took, every moment I opened my eyes to greet the day, was rebellion against what destiny, what Ganon, had wanted.'

'She saw me, a failure of a hero, and said she was proud of me,' He whispered, unable to trust himself with anything louder. 'How could I possibly love another when she says such things with so much honesty?'

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

'How could I go on, following Hylia's command blindly, when (y/n) comes to me with those kind eyes and says She just wants me to be happy?'

'Hylia does not want champions.' Time shook his head, smirking bitterly. 'She merely wants toy soldiers.'

Sky's eyes flew up to the look at eldest of the group.

'Surely that's a bit much, Hylia..has done what she could for us.'

'Who is Hylia? A being who seeks soldiers to clean up her mess? A being who only expects us to obey?' Time interjected.

Sky swallowed. 'But..she's assisted us-'

Time shook his head. 'No, she simply made sure we survived long enough to eliminate her enemies.'

Wild frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. 'When you think about it, he's right. We have never worshiped Hylia because we wanted to. But because we were obligated to. Because most of us were raised to believe it was an honor.'

He looked at Sky. 'But...isn't a goddess of benevolence supposed to be someone who is kinder than a mortal could comprehend? Someone who cares for her servants for no other reason than because we love her as much as she loved us?'

Twilight smiled bitterly. 'A goddess like that is someone I wouldn't mind serving. '

'Isn't that why we love Her so?' Legend said softly.

Warriors looked at him oddly. '(y/n) isn't a goddess Legend.'

Legend looked at him with carefully impassive expression. 'But we want her to be.'

They all looked anywhere but at him.

'You've all already admitted it. Even if you don't want to say it.' Legend smirked.

'Vet-'

''Who are we to question Her divine command?'' He repeated, smirking when the captain's mouth snapped shut.

'We all want her to be.' Legend repeated, catching Hyrule's eye and staring him down.

-Admit it.- His eyes said. Hyrule flinching at being seen through. Wanting to deny the silent accusation.

...But his heart wouldn't let him deny such a thing either.

'...(y/n) would make a better goddess than hylia.' He admitted, looking down.

Sky snap his attention to the traveler, his eyes slightly wide.

'Hyrule-' Legend cut Sky off, looking right at the skyloftian.

'Can you deny that she's already better than hylia?' Sky seemed to struggle with an answer, but Legend didn't wait for an answer.

'Is She not kinder, sweeter, more beautiful than anyone else? She never asks for anything other than our safety and happiness. Becomes upset when we try to do more than we can handle and tries to actually help us whenever she can. '

Twilight sighed, but nodded in agreement. 'Her presence is like a soothing warmth that never falters. I don't think I've ever had someone who's presence relieved me the way Hers does.'

He grimaced. 'Not even Hylia herself can claim such a thing.'

A glance at Sky, causing him to grimace and look away.

'Someone with a beautiful soul like Hers...' Hyrule whispered, folding his hands in front of his chest, almost like he was praying.

'I..I could worship someone like Her everyday without regret.' He looked away, as if shameful of his admittance.

'..What's wrong with that?' Hyrule looked at who spoke.

'Wars?'

Warriors did not look at him, staring at the ground. But his face had shifted into an expression of thoughtfulness. 'What's wrong with wanting to worship her? '

Hyrule's face flushed red. '..it...it seems a bit inappropriate to-'

'Because we're supposed to worship Hylia?' He looked up at him. 'Farore? Nayru? Din?'

'...I-'

Wind frowned, looking around. ' Why can't we worship who we desire? Worship someone we CAN trust?'

Twilight bit his lip, shaking his head. 'That's too much of a dream to even CONSIDER-'

Legend barked a laugh.

'Dreams are only dreams until we make them a reality.'

'...!' He chuckled at the shocked looks he received from most of them.

'You said it better than I ever could Hyrule. Someone with as beautiful of a soul as Her's is someone we could worship everyday of our lives without regret.'

'But we can't-'

'Why? Because we're Hylia's 'Champions'? I don't know if you remember this, but we've done our duties, defeated Ganon and the only reason I'll not complaining about THIS journey anymore is because it brought us Her.'

'Legend-'

'And don't we in a way worship her already?'

Wild tilted his head. 'What do you mean?'

He raised a finger, 'Don't we find joy in caring for her? Providing for her? Is that not paying tribute?' A second finger, 'Don't we defend her when danger is near? Cutting down every enemy that come near her? Is that not raising our swords in her name?'

He leaned forward, A manic glint flashing in his eyes. A third finger was raised. 'Do we not find joy when she whispers our name, do we not find peace when we whisper Hers? Is that not devotion? Tell me otherwise and I'll concede.'

But no one said anything.

No one wanted to.

Because they agreed with his words so much.

'She deserves someone to protect her...' Hyrule whispered, as if to himself, as if to convince himself to listen to the words being spoken to him.

'She deserves US to protect Her.' Legend corrected, his smile was all teeth, but it wasn't malicious.

'We've defeated literal evil. We're the best people to protect Her.' Wind added, his eyes matching the Veteran's. Soon matching the eyes of all of them.

'And doesn't She deserve the very best, after everything She's done for us?' Legend spread his arms out, smirk on his face. Sky smiled, looking at his hands, laughing softly, shaking his head.

'I...suppose you're right...' he slowly admitted, his shoulder releasing tension, almost relieved.

'I..can't see anyone else providing for her the way we can.'

'We have the resources...' Four slowly added, a note of mania woven through the blacksmith's words, 'We have much sway in our eras and what we don't have, I'm reasonably sure we know someone who can provide it for us.'

'We've faced more than enough adversaries to be able to counter any situation.' Warriors smirked, sitting back, arms crossed.

'The safest place is with us.' Time said, a sense of finality in his words.

And for the first time in so long, they all were united with such a decision.

It didn't matter if there wasn't a drop of divinity in her.

It didn't matter if she wasn't able to use magic or blessed by any spirit.

She was not a goddess in the way they knew. But only a fool would deny the beautiful divinity that radiated from Her heart.

She was Divine to them.

A presence that was not unlike an ocean of warmth that wanted to drown them in love and safety.  Eager to drive them mad, to drive them to protect Her happiness.

And they would drown in that ocean willingly.

She didn't even realize what she was doing to them.

She didn't realize that the very person She was was causing them to crave Her gentle touch, Her beautiful smiles, Her arms wrapped around them.

She didn't realize any of this.

Because it was as natural as breathing to Her.

How many times was Her kindness going to steal the breath from their lungs?

How many times was Her gentle voice going to soothe them when they wake from their nightmares, Her hands wiping the tears from their face?

How many times will they crave the chance to kiss away Her tears but only be able to brush them aside.

But it was alright.

They loved Her so much.

A Goddess of their own making.

One that they would worship freely, not like how obligation and duty forced their hand with Hylia.

Hylia demanded their loyalty.

(y/n) merely asked for their continued happiness.

Hylia commanded they fight in her name.

(y/n) requested they remained safe and healthy.

Hylia wanted heroes.

(y/n) wanted only them.

She wanted them.

She trusted them.

She cared for them.

She was the one they wanted to serve.

They fulfilled their duties to Hylia.

They no longer were obligated to serve her.

But (y/n)...She was so fragile compared to the rest of them. Having lived in a world with no monsters, no calamities or destiny.

She needed to be protected.

She needed them to protect Her.

They were the only ones who could protect Her.

They needed to unite. To stand side by side, as a shield against the monsters, against anyone that would dare take Her from them.

They couldn't fight amongst themselves anymore.

They couldn't allow Her to come to harm ever again.

All this time wasted fighting when they could have been protecting Her. Making her happy. Keeping her safe. How foolish of them.

But no longer.

To protect their Reason for breathing, there could be no room for trickery or lies between each other. Only for those that stood between them and Her.

The sun was rising, washing away the rivalries and dissonance of the past night, and the rays of dawn shining upon renewed unity and brotherhood.

She is their's; a Gift that pure chance had bestowed upon them.'

They would protect Her. Together.

They would protect their Goddess.

No one will ever take Her away from them.

No One.

[oliviayamaoka]

The Distraction (Danny Johnson / Jed Olsen / Ghostface x Reader)

Y/N encounters Ghostface, a snarky and creepy silent killer. However, he isn’t as silent as he is made out to be when you hit him with your toolbox in defense. To stall time for your survival and the progression of other generators, you decide to humor him and distract him for a long amount of time for the others.

Possible Warning: Sexual tension, slight blood, slight violence, and Danny having perverted thoughts (up to your interpretation on what he’s thinking)

You slowly vaulted over a wooden structure within Autohaven Wreckers. The green atmosphere felt very chilling and eerie, you didn’t like doing your trials in this realm. Your eyes averted to an untouched generator. Thank the Entity you didn’t hear a chainsaw revving or the menacing lullaby sung by the Huntress. Y/N kneeled down and began to work on the generator, putting their toolbox to the side. Who knew you’d become a mechanic of some sort within the Fog. 

“Shit.” You mumble as you cut your arm slightly on something within it. For a moment you had considered using your toolbox but it was better to just save it for another time.

Y/N sighed and pulled down a lever before reattaching some wires. The generators always confused you. Not in a way where you didn’t know how to fix them but how the hell did they power up the exit gates? Oh well, it didn’t matter at that point. You were forced to do this by a literal god. 

You suddenly gasped when you felt a firm grip pry you away from your generator. It must’ve been the killer. Y/N aggressively fought back and wiggled with desperate grunts and yells. You somehow managed to escape his grip, how the hell didn’t you hear him? You shoved him away but he grabbed your wrist tightly.

“Let go!” You yelled, hitting him as hard as you could since he seemed to have dropped his knife. You recognized the killer as Ghostface. He didn’t seem to think that you’d be able to get away the first time. Y/N’s eyes widened in shock and curiosity when she heard him darkly chuckle in amusement

“You’re like that bastard King.” He said to you as you both struggled. David was always verbal when ”fighting” the killers. He grunted as you kicked at his thigh, desperately trying to rip your arm away from him. 

“Since when did you start talking?” You asked him, humoring him in pure panic. Ghostface was a bit thrown off that you even responded instead of screaming at the top of your lungs. In fact, he doesn’t recall anybody saying anything back to him other than David King or Yui Kimura saying something snarky after a successful vault.

“You’d be surprised--agh!” He grunted as you smashed your toolbox into his face as hard as you could. This definitely threw him off since it hurt just as much as the pallet stuns did. Was that even allowed? He adjusted his mask to keep it from falling off. His chin sure as hell hurt.

“Sorry.” Y/N said to him almost immediately, stopping for a moment. You weren’t sure why you felt sorry for the bastard in that moment. You once did something similar with the Trapper when he accidentally stepped in his own trap, there was a moment of silence between the two of you as you both stared.

“What do you mean sorry?!” He asked you angrily but he didn’t lunge or hit you. He seemed just as confused and caught up in the moment as you. You threw your arms up in defense, it was a psychological thing.

“It was instinctual! What was I supposed to do, let you stab and hook me?” You said to him as he stood up. Ghostface was much taller up close, it was strange.

“Well, yeah. You’re only supposed to fucken wiggle or try get off of the hook. It said those were the rules.” He argued as you turned your head to the side in disbelief at his behavior. 

“Since when did you start abiding by the rules? Aren’t you supposed to be a serial killer or something?” Y/N questioned him.

“Uhhh, since that thing started torturing the other people who got trapped here. You think I wanna look like that fuckface with the chainsaw?” He said aggressively but you didn’t seem to back down at all. He was referring to the Hillbilly.

“He already looked like that, dumbass.” You say to him as he paused.

“Oh.” Ghostface responded before shaking his head to knock some sense into himself and began to try grab your wrist again. he tugged you closer when he did rather aggressively.

“What the fuck am I doing arguing with my prey.” He muttered as you pulled away again, taking a few steps back.

Ghostface, from your observation, was easily confused when talking to people. You figured it was normal since, well, when the hell did a psycho like him have time to talk to people? You recalled a conversation with Ace when you were upset due to one of your first trials. He had been previously married and referred to himself as a ladykiller, humoring the idea of trying to flirt with the Huntress. He was a wise dude despite being on the run from guys he owed money to, overall he made a good replacement father figure for a moment.

Clearly it was a bad idea but maybe instead of getting hooked or hurt, you could do what Ace jokingly suggested. It’d also be a funny story to tell some of your friends when this trial was over but it was scary thinking this could make him even more mad or aggressive. Oh, well, anything not to go through the pain again.

“Has anybody ever told you you’re handsome?” You asked, cringing at yourself for such a poor choice of wording.

“You don’t even know how I look.” He said, somewhat annoyed but loosened his grip slightly as you put your hand softly over his.

“That doesn’t matter. I feel like we could get to know eachother. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You say to him as he stopped completely, baffled even.

“What?” He asked in confusion.

“Think about it, if we have a nice little chat then I’m sure the Entity wouldn’t mind. And don’t get me wrong, I’ve been curious about your artwork. Or I guess you can say photography. I’m sure you have a collection.” You said.

“Right, like a puny thing like you would even understand what I do.” Ghostface said to you, crossing his arms. Admittedly, he seemed to slowly forget his objective when he began to even talk to you. Even he didn’t know why he kept responding to you.

“A puny thing like me? Oh, please. I’ve seen my fair share of blood and gore on the internet. I bet your photos wouldn’t even make me budge.” Y/N said.

“Really, now? I have a collection of photos of you and your little friends.” He said, getting rather defensive. Such a fragile ego, you thought.

“Oh, so you take photos of me?” You asked, pulling him closer. He seemed to freeze up when he was inches away from your face. Despite wearing the mask, he felt vulnerable. Why? You were just a survivor meant to be slaughtered.

“I don’t mean it like that.” He said firmly, although, it wouldn’t be a bad idea since you were rather attractive to him. Both physically and personality-wise. The thought amused him but he shook his head slightly.

“Shame. I could’ve offered you a special photoshoot.” Y/N said, enjoying getting into character at this point since all the generators should be done soon.

“A what?” He said, finally flustered. You couldn’t blame him. A survivor was practically seducing him. A part of him wanted to give in since he already wasted so much time just talking to you. There were, of course, other needs he needed satisfied. The idea of him showing no mercy on you got him hot and bothered.

“A special photoshoot. Just me and you, uhh... Ghostface?” You said to him, resting your eyes. 

“It’s Danny--I mean, Jed.” He said to you. You raised your eyebrows in surprise that he even told you his name, you could even swear your cheeks warmed up for a second. No. no, you thought. Do not get distracted.

“Jed, huh? Sounds easy to yell.” You responded with a smirk. 

At this point, Ghostface decided he definitely wanted you. He quickly gave into his desire since he had his own desires and fantasies he wanted to put at ease. Plus, a survivor like you giving yourself to him? It sounded too good to be true in his own dirty, messed up standards. He silently smirked behind his mask. Hooking and killing wasn’t the only way he wanted to hurt you now. He saw this as a way to properly get back at you for hitting him with your toolbox.

What did you get yourself into, he thought menacingly. Unbeknownst to him, you were already one step ahead of him. Ghostface wrapped his hands around your waist and brought you closer to him. Y/N froze for a moment but brushed her knee against his upper thigh in a rather suggestive manner. She didn’t think it would work yet it did.

“So, when do you want to do this, baby?” He asked you in a lower tone. You felt your cheeks flush and your heartrate beginning to increase but you had to stand your ground for a few more seconds. You looked away for a moment with an unimpressed stare.

“You’re such a gentlemen.” You said sarcastically, pushing away from him by his chest. The feeling of his leather and fabric was firm, you kinda liked that.

“Now what?” He asked in frustration. Your eyes averted towards the tools spread out on the ground from the box. Y/N came up with an idea.

“Pick my stuff up for me and maybe we can do something... quick.” You said, tugging your shirt downwards suggestively. 

“Okay, okay. Fine.” Ghostface responded to you sarcastically.

He turned to look at the tools on the ground. Kneeling down, he set the toolbox upright and began to put the tools back. Ghostface found it interesting how such small tools can play a big part in fixing the generators faster. He’d be pissed off if some random fucker like the Clown came and busted it up after long, hard work. You watched him actually do as you asked. It was somewhat heartwarming. No, actually, it wasn’t. You didn’t wanna catch feelings for him.

Y/N looked around, inhaling quietly. He seemed focused on picking up the smaller tools. You weren’t sure when to make your move. Suddenly, a horn blasted. A feeling of relief washed through your body. His head popped up as you quickly sprinted away from him. Ghostface whipped his head around. 

“Shit, fuck...!” He muttered. It was at this point where he realized what you did. He felt angry at himself for giving into his urges instead of just hooking you and killing you and your little friends. Ghostface smashed your toolbox against the generator in anger.

Standing up, he put his knife away. Despite being furious, he still found you attractive and confident for even trying that with him. It fueled a different urge within him. Oh, he would definitely make you pay. Not from the hooks, of course. He smirked at the idea of it and began to walk off to the other door once he began to calm down.

Y/N, he thought.